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I visited the sauna as usual on a “no towels” day. This means you have to wander naked through the complex of steam rooms, saunas, dark rooms and cubicles as well as the basement which I’ve written about before. On this occasion, I found a new corner with an alcove in which was a sling. They are often remodelling the place. I had been walking around for a while and although the place was busy with the usual trolls and some twinks, I hadn’t connected with any action yet. So I decided to get into the sling partly for a rest and partly to see if being there might attract some attention. I lay back in the cool leather sling seat, spread my legs and raised them to fit my feet into the stirrups. I felt good to lay back, legs spread and lubed up arsehole open and exposed. After a while, a man walked by and stopped when he saw me. He wasn’t particularly special – middle aged, pale and flabby but with a decent sized cock hanging down. What was interesting was he wore a grubby singlet which hid his torso. This was against the rules so he must have a reason. He reached and fondled my cock then stuck a finger into my hole. He grinned as he felt it slide easily into the lube, got between my legs and began to push his now stiffened cock into me. As I said, it was a decent size so it felt good as it slid up me until his belly was tight against my balls. He leaned forward and kissed me. For a moment I resisted. For some reason, despite all the things I do and allow to be done to me, I find kissing the most intimate, the most depraved thing to do. But he mashed his lips to mine and I gave myself up to the delicious nastiness of it and kissed him back. He groaned happily and began to fuck me, all the time We both looked up to see a skinny asian guy in his fifties wanking a heavy cock as he watched me being fucked. The man in me gestured and the asian guy moved in and offered me his cock. I leant sideways and sucked it, licking and slurping on the big smooth head and shaft slippery with oil and lube. He started to moan and I sensed he would cum soon. The man fucking me bent forward and nuzzled my mouth. I leant back and watched him start to suck the asian guy. At that angle, his cock flopped out of me and I just watched as the asian guy groaned and shuddered. His hips shook and he gave a loud grunt as he spurted in the other guys mouth. “Thanks” He whispered and set off into the darkness. To my surprise, the man leant over and put his lips on mine. I shuddered as I tasted saltiness and then he french kissed me and filled my mouth with the asian guy’s cum. I groaned with the nastiness of it and almost pulled away. But then I gave in to depravity and kissed him back, swapping the sperm back and forth between us. At last, he stood up leaving me gasping and with my cock rigid against my belly. He raised his singlet over his head and wrapped it around his shoulders. His flabby torso was running with sweat, and now I saw why he wore the singlet – there was a big biohazard symbol on his belly. He grinned at me and raised an eyebrow. I shivered with excitement, knowing this was a point of no return and what was about to happen. I couldn’t speak but only nod in surrender. He held his cock and slowly, slowly slid it back into me until it was in deep. Then he leaned forward and kissed me as he began to slide it in and out of my gaping hole. This time, I kissed him back with lust, accepting my fate as his cock began to throb and breed me…..

I woke up the next morning. I lay in bed thinking about the night before and my cock got instantly hard. I looked over at the clock and it was 6:30am. I had to be in by 7am. I got up and went to the bathroom took a quick shower and got ready. As I was in my undies in the bathroom brushing my teeth and shaving Rick came in to use the bathroom. His cock was partially erect and looked. He saw and this time I didn't look away I just smiled. "Good" he said. I didn't know what he meant but after he was done he came from behind me and wrapped his arms around me. It took me by surprise. "Thank you for last night. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did", Rick said in my ear I could feel his now fully hard cock pushing against my ass. "Yes I did thank you. It was intense." I said. I could feel my cock harden "I am sorry I have to get into work early this morning" I said "Ok", Rick said. Before releasing me he reached around and squeezed my cock and stroked it a few times. My eyes closed slightly and I moaned. "Have a good day", Rick said seeing how I was reacting to his touch and stopped. I opened my eyes wishing he continued. He slapped my ass and walked away. I was hard and horny now. I reached down to touch my cock and it was leaking already. i licked my precum. Fuck I had to go to work.

Here is Part 2. Looking like it might end up being 4 parts total. *** Part 2 A couple of days later we were snuggling on the couch watching a movie when Joey decided he had to let me know what had happened with Ray, “Daddy, remember the other day when you fucked me after the pump and dump and I asked you about still being on PrEP?” “Yeah,” I responded neutrally. “I asked cause that last guy, well, he said some stuff that made me think he might not have been undetectable,” said Joey. I could tell he was nervous about bringing this up. I pulled him tighter against my side. “What did he say, you can tell me, it’s okay,” I said as I stroked his back. “He said it was too bad that I was on PrEP cause he was toxic and would love to infect me,” said Joey quietly. I responded with a little moan that was something between an acknowledgment and a moan of pleasure. “Did that turn you on or disgust you? It’s okay Joey baby, I love you, you can be honest with me,” I said as I continued to gently stroke his back. “It turned me on in the moment, I fucked myself back against his cock,” answered Joey. I could feel his cock starting to poke my thigh. “That’s kind of hot,” I said. “Really, you find it hot?” He asked, more seeking validation than anything else. I used my free hand to grab his hand that was on my chest and guided it down to my crotch. As soon as his hand brushed against my hard cock, he looked up at me, smiled and then immediately started grabbing my hard cock through my sweatpants. “Yeah, I do,” I whispered in his ear as he groped me. Feeling my hard cock gave Joey the courage to tell me the rest of what I had watched without him knowing. He was no longer nervous, as he continued the story. “It was very hot. He said he was off his meds for months and had a high viral load. He said he would love to poz me and knock me up. I was so turned on and kept thrusting back into him and moaning like crazy. He said he could tell I wanted his toxic load and then he told me to beg for it, to beg for his gift.” “Oh fuck, I wish I had been there to see that,” I said, lying about having been there and not about how I wished to have seen it. I reached down with the arm around his back to start rubbing his ass cheeks and I reached into his sweatpants with my other hand to grab his cock which was hard and leaking pre-cum, “Did you, did you beg for him to poz you, you naughty little boy?” “Yes, yes, I did, and when I begged him to gift me, to breed me, to poz me, my cock was so hard and rubbing against the bed as he fucked a poz load into me that I came,” said Joey as we continued to jerk each other off. “I can try to find some guys that will roleplay that with you for our next pump and dump,” I offered. “That would be hot, especially if they were actually poz, just for that extra bit of danger, my PrEP should protect me right?” he asked as he thought about repeating the scene. “Yeah it should, but they say it's only 99% effective, there could be a small risk,” I answered. We talked about it more as we stroked each, admitting how hot the scene would be, until we both climaxed and shot our loads all over each other. That night I created a profile for Joey on BBRTS with pictures of his hot little muscular body and a few pictures of his ass leaking come. I advertised him as a negative bottom looking for poz tops. I did lie on the profile and put that he wasn’t on PrEP. I had lied to my husband, I wasn’t above lying to strangers to advance my plan.. I was not getting enough detectable poz guys to arrange a day long session, so I started to organize more one off or one to two guy play sessions. These were even hotter than the scene I had arranged with Ray because I did not have to pretend I wasn’t in the room, so I could join in the verbal roleplay. The guys fucking Joey really got turned on by me telling them to breed my boy with their toxic loads. They had both Joey and me begging them to poz him. Joey particularly liked when I added a bit of degradation to my comments and would tell the tops things like, “Yeah poz that fucking slut, he’s not even a whore since he isn’t getting paid, he’s just a cheap slut that can’t get enough toxic cum in his hole.” I think I fucked Joey more that month then I had since when we first started fucking. I was so turned on watching him get bred by poz tops, and willing taking toxic loads that I couldn’t resist mounting him as soon as the top left and dipping my own neg cock into the pool of poz cum that was his ass. Joey usually came when the tops would breed him, if he didn’t he would definitely cum when I was fucking him. I knew my odds of getting HIV were even smaller than Joey’s, but the thought that it was still a possibility was enough that I would quickly add my own load to his hole. After the third or fourth time we had a guy over and everyone dumped their load in my little muscle stud cum dump husband, I started slipping a butt plug into Joey’s ass to help him keep the loads in longer. Several times I’d find him playing with the plug in his ass and jacking off a couple hours later. I’d watch and stroke myself as I told him to fuck that toxic cum deeper into his boy pussy, to make sure he got pregnant from all the cum his Poz Daddies had given him. What Joey did not know was that I was not being that selective on who I had come fuck Joey. Many times I would get guys that would say they were undetectable but were still interested in fucking that hot muscle stud in the pics. I let them know that was okay but they still had to pretend they had a high viral load and they wanted to poz him. I actually let quite a few of these guys in on the secret that Joey was still on PrEP. Many of these guys contacted me afterwards and let me know that it was one of the hottest fucks they had ever had. I would reply and ask them that if Joey ever stopped taking PrEP would they consider taking a med vacation and giving him a toxic load for real. If they were interested I would favorite them and if they weren’t interested I would block them. A couple of the guys I blocked created new accounts and let me know they changed their mind. I unblocked their original accounts and let them know that I would contact them if Joey was ever going to go off PrEP, but that they would have show me that they were off their meds and were detectable before they got another invite to come breed my hot little boy. When we were having guys coming over to breed Joey, we were watching all the poz oriented porn we could find and reading bug chasing stories to each other. After another few weeks of having guys over that were thinking they were there to poz Joey, we were snuggling on the couch watching some porn when I asked Joey, “Baby, have you ever thought about stopping your PrEP? Doing this for real without the safety net?” Joey looked up at me, I could see a mix of desire and fear in his eyes. “Do you want me to?” He asked timidly. “Baby, I love you. Having gone on this journey of discovery with you has made me happier than I thought possible. I will support you in whatever you want,” I said looking down into his eyes. “You would still want to be with me even if I became poz?” He asked, looking for reassurance. “Yes Baby, I’d still want you to be my boy, to be my partner in life. I wouldn’t have married you otherwise. I would still want to share you with other men, seeing you let go of your inhibitions and being so free with your body is the sexiest thing in the world to me. I would also join you on the journey. If you stop your PrEP I will too, I won’t ask you to do anything I wasn’t willing to do myself,” I answered. “Okay, I guess,” he said, still a little unsure. “Tell you what, let’s think about it overnight and talk again in the morning. If you want to go through with it, I want to make a video of you dumping your pills and flushing them. I think it would be really hot and I could use it to help get you some more guys,” I said. That sort of tipped my hand to Joey that I really did want him to stop his PrEP and be at risk of getting pozzed when he was taking loads. Joey reached down and started fondling my hard cock, “Only if you dump yours as well. I want to feel your unprotected cock fucking those toxic loads into my unprotected ass.” “Deal,” I said immediately. I then pulled his sweatpants down and fucked him there on the coach.

This is a true story and took place last Friday. I’d partied in the past and I’ve been sober for 5 years. Lately I’ve been wanting to party again. Here’s where we begin… So I decided to scratch that itch last Friday. I was sitting at home drinking watching some porn and mostly chatting with guys on Sniffies. I get a message from this hot hairy daddy I’ve been talking with for a while now that he wanted to fuck. We exchanged our kinks, what we’re looking for etc… He then asked if I partied, I admitting that it’s been years but have been feeling that itch. An hour later I find myself getting out of my Uber and knocking at his front door. Holy shit, I was not prepared for the man that meet me. His pics didn’t do him justice he was hotter in person. I noticed his basketball shorts tenting, I walk in close the door and drop to my knees and start servicing his thick uncut cock. After a couple of minutes he pulls me up, and we start making out. He pulls back and directs me to the bedroom. I walk in to find a sling and fuck bench. I knew this was going to be a fun night. He walks over to a bubbler and those wispy white clouds begin to fill the bulb. He takes a hit and pulls me closer, I’d instinctively opened my mouth and he shotgunned that magical smoke into my lungs. I didn’t immediately feel anything but kept smoking at his encouragement. My body begins to warm, my head begins to lighten and my cock and hole begin to twitch. He notices and asks if I wanted to get in the sling. I eagerly agree and he starts ravenously eating my hole. Soon I feel a finger sliding in as he licks around my hole and balls. He begins pulling it out then back in, and my hole responds opening up. I feel another finger and he resumes working my hole for a while and I feel the familiar burning of a rock….. fuuuucccckkkkkkk He stands and puts that beautifully thick uncut cock against my hole and pushes in. He’s buried balls deep in me and starts long dicking me. I’m fortunate I’m one of the guys who gets rock hard when he parties and I’m soon oozing precum. He see’s my puddle of precum on my belly and starts feeding it to me. I’m in pig heaven. We fuck for what felt like minutes but was closer to an hour. We both agree to take a break to smoke, rehydrate, etc… He asks if I’d ever slammed. It’d been 5 years since I’ve ridden that ride, and I eagerly agree; he grins and he asks me how much I want. The inner dialogue in my mind was like this the last one I did was five years ago and it was strong, I was a complete slut, I have Monday off for the holiday and a zoom meeting on Tuesday, and I rattled off .4. He asks if I wanted to invite some guys over and I began to hunt while he mixed the rigs. I talked with some but nothing was concrete. A few minutes later he comes back in with 4 points and some swabs. I fall to my knees and work his cock and balls for all I’m worth till he’s rock hard again. He ask’s where I want it nodding towards the bed then the sling. I hop in the sling and he hops in me burying himself again balls deep. I extend my arm and feel the tourniquet wrap around my bicep, my veins begging to feel that familiar pinch. I closely watched as he found a vein and draws back finding a register. He asks me, “you ready to blast off” and I eagerly say yes. As soon as he pulls the tourniquet I’m blasted off into the stratosphere my ears ringing, my eyes dancing about unable to focus, my holes on fire, and soon begin to violently cough followed with fucking yes, fucking use me, use me hard, you feel so good inside me, fuck yeah… While I was lost in my rush, I hear him getting his cough on, and he bellows fuckkkkkk and begins earnestly fucking my hole. I’m in pig heaven he’s jackhammering away at my hole while I work his nips. He’s encouraging me calling me a slampig, that I’m just a hole, a whore for cock and cum. I eagerly agree begging him to fucking use me. Use my holes. Whore me out. When suddenly I hear a couple of coughs in the distance.

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Recap: While I was lost in my rush, I hear him getting his cough on, and he bellows fuckkkkkk and begins earnestly fucking my hole. I’m in pig heaven he’s jackhammering away at my hole while I work his nips. He’s encouraging me calling me a slampig, that I’m just a hole, a whore for cock and cum. I eagerly agree begging him to fucking use me. Use my holes. Whore me out. When suddenly I hear a couple of coughs in the distance. I began looking about to see where and who the coughing was coming from, only to find another hot hairy daddy and a younger 30 something otter walking towards us. Daddy takes a minute from jackhammering my hole and looks down at me smiling and tells me I had talked with two of his buddies earlier and they’d messaged him while he was mixing the rigs. Just as he’d said that there’s a cock to my right and I swiftly swallow down the otters cock down to its base. The two daddies start making out while the other resumes his assault on my hole. As I mentioned earlier I’m lucky I get hard when I party and slamming for whatever reason makes my cock throb. Otter pulls out of my mouth and starts sucking my cock while the daddies switch off in my hole. I was in sexual nirvana daddy 2’s cock was thick, like beer can thick (I’ve always preferred girth over length), and I can feel my ass stretching around his thick drooling meat as he presses inward. Soon daddy 2 hits the sweet spot and he knows it. I’m moaning, begging him to keep using me, and soon I’m rewarded with the first load of the night. This signals a break and I dismount out of the sling. We began exchanging pleasantries, commenting how hot that was, what we were into, our kinks… all that shit Daddy 1 walks back in with a tray and 4 glasses. He offers each of us some Gatorade and G if we want it. We each draw up our respective dose and down it. Daddy 1 asks if I want other slam I couldn’t believe looking at the time that 3 hours had passed. I agree and he pulls out 4 rigs but advised these are a little bit stronger than our last round at .6. Knowing that .4 was the largest I’d ever done, I was equal parts anxious, curious, and eager. I agree, we agree it’d be hot for us all to shoot at the same time, and begin to tie off. We each got a register and held it until everyone was ready…. 3…. 2…. 1…. Blastoff…. Holy fuck, I’d never been so high in my life we each coughed and bellowed a guttural fuckkkkkkkkkkkk yeah… Every fiber of my being felt electric, and I was ravenous for anything and everything. My cock began shooting cum and was quickly buried in the otters ass. Using my cum for lube I began fucking that boy, just pounding his hungry hole while he edges me on with yeah, fuck me, fucking use me, use my hole, fucking breed me…. I feel one of the daddy’s behind me and shoves his cock in me. Fucking hell my ass has never felt this full before. The sensation of his dick against my prostrate and my cock in the otter sent me into overdrive. I began pounding my ass onto his dick and pounding the otters ass. The other daddy kneels down and the otter eagerly takes his cock into his mouth. He starts sucking that dick for all he’s worth. Soon I can feel a change in daddy’s rhythm behind me and this begins an orgasmic chain eruption as he empties his load into me, and I began to cum again. As I was orgasming my hole was milking his cock as he was filling me up. Causing me to shoot a huge fucking load into the otters hungry hole. By this time the G was in full effect, I pull out of the otter and begin eating his hole I LOVE eating a freshly fucked cummy hole). I’m pulling his ass parts so I can dig my tongue in deeper and get more cum. He suggests I lay on my back and he’ll squat on my face. Perfect… I flip onto my back and he squats down presenting me with a beautiful hairy puffy pink hole. I can see my cum starting to dribble out and stick my tongue up and into his ass. He’s moaning edging me on, fuck yeah, eat my ass when I feel the bed shift. He leans forward and grabs my legs back exposing my cock and ass.

Part 8: Nick was due to return sometime today. We'd communicated via text while he was away, and I confessed that Daniel and some random guy had fucked me on my lunch break. Nick asked if either of them had used condoms, and I told him that both fucked me bare and bred me. He told me I was a good boy. I don't know why, but seeing that message maybe my dick jump. I think he likes being called a good boy. Nick told me to drive to the airport to pick him up. I couldn't say no to him, so I was lucky that I was able to take the afternoon off work. Nick said that he had a surprise for me, but wouldn't tell me what it was. I would just have to find out. I arrived at the airport and met Nick, who was standing and talking with a guy I didn't recognize. Nick introduced me to Pedro, a hot Latino guy Nick met while waiting for the flight. Nick and Pedro were both on grindr in the airport, and realized that they were booked on the same flight. Nick noticed that Pedro's profile said that he was poz, and with a little probing, Nick discovered that he was taking a med break, but would have to go back on meds soon. Apparently Pedro hadn't cum in a few days and was keen to drop a load in the airport bathrooms before the flight, but Nick talked him into waiting and told him that he could fuck me after they landed, and my ass would welcome his cum. Obviously no one asked me if I wanted Pedro to fuck me. Nick and Pedro got in the car, and Nick instructed me to drive to a park near the airport known for cruisy toilets. Once at the park, the three of us walked into the bathrooms together. I'm usually nervous about approaching like this because I think it makes it obvious that we're hooking up. Nick, on the other hand, likes it because he hopes that other guys see us and guess what we're doing, and decide to join in, or at least watch. As usual, when Nick and I have different opinions on the best course of action, we compromise by doing whatever Nick wants. Inside the bathroom, Nick just looked at me and said one work. Strip. We weren't even in a cubicle, we'd have no warning if someone entered the toilet block. Even so, I stripped my clothes off, and handed them to Nick. Pedro fished his cock out and told me to suck it. It was thick, uncut, and half hard. I sucked as best I could, knowing that I needed to get it hard so that he could fuck me, and knowing Nick, my saliva on his cock would be the only lube I'd be allowed. Pedro's cock grew to a decent 7 or 7.5 inches in response to the attention my mouth and tongue were giving it. When he decided that he was ready, Pedro got me to stand up, and bent me over at the sink, then plunged his cock inside me in one hard thrust. I yelped at the sudden intrusion and pain and begged him to go slowly, be gentle, let me get used to it. Nick told me to shut up, and told Pedro to fuck me harder, and tear up my insides to help his eventual gift take hold. Pedro didn't hold back, he gripped my hips tightly and pounded my ass hard and fast. I held on to the sink as a couple of tears dripped down my face, hoping that he'd cum quickly and the ordeal would stop. My other head was having the time of life, hard as steel and bouncing around due to Pedro's fuck, and splashing precum everywhere. Why does my own dick betray me in these situations? Pedro sped up and started fucking me even harder, a feat that I didn't think was possible until he proved me wrong. He got vocal, apparently forgetting that we were in a public park and the walls weren't soundproof. "I'm gonna cum soon, I'm gonna fill you up, take my toxic load you dirty slut" Nick said "yes, poz him, push in deep when you cum and fill the bastard up" With a sound that was something like a combination of a grunt and a groan, Pedro followed Nick's orders and pushed in all the way, hard, and throbbed inside me, filling me with his toxic baby batter. He rested inside me for a while, making sure that he release his entire load inside me. As he started to slowly withdraw, Nick told me to clench my butt muscles tightly to squeeze out and remaining cum from Pedro's shaft, and to prevent any of his precious load escaping. When Pedro's head left my ass, I expected Nick to thrust in to take advantage of my loaded hole because he loves sloppy seconds (or thirds or fourths... ) but instead he was holding a butt plug and said that he would fuck me later, he had another surprise for me and wanted to save his dick for then, and it was important not to let any of Pedro's swimmers escape. He pressed the butt plug against my hole and told me that I'd need to relax slightly to let the plug in, but not too much because he wanted to force it in and make it hurt. That comment caught me by surprise, though maybe it shouldn't have and I was just naive. I said "what do you mean by make it hurt?" and Nick rammed the plug home, making me scream and yell "fuck!". Nick laughed at my pain and said he'll fuck me later. He let me get dressed and the 3 of us walked back to the car. I was silent for the walk, my brain was confused about how hard I got from being in pain and from being abused. Nick and Pedro were talking about Pedro's medical situation, and Pedro said that he would have to go back on meds in about a week, so the two of them swapped numbers, with Nick making Pedro promise to fuck me as much as possible in the next week. We drove Pedro back to his place and then headed towards ours. When we were alone in the car, Nick told me that he was really turned on seeing me in pain, with a few tears making their way down my face, and he was happy that I clearly enjoyed in because he noticed how hard my cock was throughout the whole event, and he promised to make my cock hard like that again. He had an evil smirk on his face when he said that, so I was a bit scared at what that might mean.

One hot doctor's office, is the shadow the doctor, the nurse or another random stud?

I second that, however I also enjoy the moans and the hand on the back of my head pushing me deeper.

So I'm still working on my other story but his is a shorter little side project that became a brain worm I had to get out. This is likely only going to have three parts. Here is part 1. I Corrupted My Young Husband I stroked my cock as I watched the big hairy muscle bear fucking my boy in our sling. I glanced down at the computer which had the feeds from the two cameras and made sure they were capturing all the action including a close up of the man’s bare cock slamming in and out of my husband’s hole. It was just three years ago that I first met Joey, the straight jock that had enrolled in my Queer Studies class in the spring semester of his senior year. When the class were introducing themselves, he was horribly overcompensating and oversharing, he said he was only taking the class because he needed the last few credits from a humanities class to graduate and that with his schedule and being a varsity wrestler, this was the only class that fit his schedule. By the time he graduated, he had accepted my invite for coffee. I had learned over the semester that the main reason he had not considered himself gay was because he was not attracted to guys his age, nor was he attracted to flamboyant guys, but he had developed an infatuation with me, his professor that was thirty years older. He eventually expressed how he wanted to be in a monogamous relationship, to be devoted to another man, to have that man devoted to him, and to be safe from STI’s. After that meeting, it was two more weeks before I popped his anal cherry. He insisted that I wear a condom and I obliged. He was a hot little muscle stud that was also smart and fun to spend time with. A couple months later he moved in with me and we told each other how we would be exclusive and devoted to each other. What I had not shared with him was that my main sexual kink was that I was a voyeur. I loved nothing more than watching someone getting fucked and bred, live and in person in front of me. Before he moved in I would spend a few nights a month at a bath house in the big city watching guys get fucked. Joey was the most beautiful specimen of youthful masculinity that had ever hit on me. Every time I fucked him, safely with a condom of course, I was fantasizing about this hot stud getting gang-banged by random men, being a free use, no loads refused cum-dump. Now, here we were three years later, living out my fantasy and what also, with some subtle prodding, turned out to be his as well. I just had to nudge him along the path. The first three months, I fucked him occasionally, always wrapped up to ‘be safe’. He trusted me and after us both being monogamous for six months and getting tested together, he agreed that we could fuck bare, but he insisted we also both go on PrEP, ‘just in case’. I agreed. It felt so much better to be inside his young tight hole bare then wearing a rubber, and he agreed. I could tell he enjoyed feeling my bare cock in him and he loved when I came inside him. He would play with his cummy hole afterward as I sucked him off and swallowed his load. Of course this still was not satisfying my deepest desires, and the frequency of our fucking declined over the next few months. Having long repressed his desires, Joey wanted to be fucked constantly and I was not meeting his needs. We had several long heart to heart talks and we agreed that he could go outside our relationship to get that itch in his ass scratched, but we agreed to some conditions, one I insisted on and two he wanted. My condition, which he eagerly accepted was that I would always be present when he was hooking up with guys outside our relationship. This feed right into my voyeur kink. He insisted that I not fuck other guys, which I was fine with as I understood his jealously and his abandonment issues from his absent father. He also promised that anyone fucking him would wear a condom and that I was the only one that would fuck him bare. I humored him on this one, but let him know that I trusted the effectiveness of PrEP. I helped him find older tops that wanted a piece of his hot muscular jock ass. We did the search together and he saw that many tops lost interest when he texted them that he wanted them to wear a condom. Plus after getting fucked by a few tops that did wear condoms, he had admitted, that after getting fucked bare and bred by me, he preferred getting fucked without a condom and having a man’s load inside him. I shared with him the info on PrEP’s effectiveness and eventually he agreed to go ahead and get fucked bare by other neg guys on PrEP. Overtime I shared more info with him about how undetectable equaled untransmittable, and he allowed me to broaden the pool of guys that fucked him while I watched to include poz guys that were undetectable. I introduced him to poz breeding porn, at first just pointing it out to him, and telling him I came across it while doing research about if it was safe to have undetectable guys fuck him. I did notice that he would check it out when I he thought I wasn’t watching him. We had also expended our usual play sessions from him having one guy come over to fuck him, to hosting gangbangs. He really enjoyed being the focus of long pump and dump sessions with multiple guys breeding his hole. We would usually finish the night with mine being the final load that would get dumped in his well used sloppy hole. As the months went on and he kept taking more and more loads, he asked me what would happen if it turned out that PrEP failed and he ended up getting infected. He wanted to know if I would still love him and if I would still want him if that happened. We were talking about it after a day where he had taken at least eight loads. He was on his back as I fucked him. I looked down into his eyes as I started to thrust into him harder, “I’d still love you and I’d still want to watch you getting fucked by other guys. I’d take care of you and make sure stayed healthy. You’re my Boy and will be forever, regardless of your status.” Our schedules were busy so it was a couple weeks before I was able to arrange another pump and dump session for him. This one though I had a little surprise for him to see how he would react, it would be a little test to see if he was willing to go further. On Saturday I had eight guys lined up to come breed my boy as I watched and filmed some of it. I always left it up to the tops if they were okay with me filming or not. I told Joey that the last top of the day was rather concerned about his privacy, so it wouldn’t be filmed and the top also wanted Joey to wear a blindfold. Joey was fine with that, quite a few of the tops liked to fuck him while he was blindfolded, it added a little something extra for them. The day had gone like normal, five of the guys had let me turn the cameras on and record. When it was time for the last top of the day, I turned the cameras off, got the blindfold out and put it on my little hot muscle stud of a husband. I then helped him get into position on all fours at the edge of the bed. Then I went into the living room and fetched the waiting top. He was mid-forties, white guy, slightly balding, decent shape, but with a nice eight inch girthy cock. He looked at me and asked, “You sure you want me to do this? It might fuck with his head more than you think.” “I think I know how he will react and it will be fine, trust me. I know he wants it, but he just isn’t ready to admit to me or maybe even himself yet,” I answered. “Okay, you’re the one that has to live with him if he reacts poorly. If he freaks I’m out the door,” said the man who in our online chats had given his name as Ray. I led him into our playroom. “Damn, he’s even hotter than in the pics you posted,” said Ray as he saw my boy on the bed. “You ready to another load Boy,” he asked as he walked over to the bed, unzipping his pants, and pulling out his cock as he approached. I closed the door, shutting it a bit to hard so it made noise, “Sorry about that,” I said make sure my Boy still knew I was in the room with him and Ray. Ray didn’t take long to get hard, he stroked his cock with one hand while sticking a finger from his other hand into Joey’s cum filled hole. “Damn, that’s a sloppy hole you have there Boy,” he said as he stroked himself while finger Joey’s asshole. “Thank you, Sir,” purred Joey as he pushed his ass back against the stranger’s finger. “Please fuck me Sir and give me your load,” he begged. I watched Ray fuck my Boy for about ten minutes. I was so fucking turned on, I gently rubbed my hard cock through my shorts. Eventually Ray turned and looked at me, then gave the agreed upon que for when he was getting close to cumming. He looked at me and said, “Hey can I get a some water, I’m parched.” My Boy knew that I had bottles of water in the room in case any of the tops needed a drink. What he didn’t know is that this was a set up. After a brief pause, I replied, “Sorry man, the previous guy took the last one, I’ll go get one from the kitchen.” Ray responded with a grunt of acknowledgment for the Boy’s benefit as he smirked at me. I went to the door and did my best to make as much noise opening it and then closing it as I could. A couple of seconds after I closed the door, but hadn’t actually left the room, Ray shoved Joey down onto the bed and lay on top of him as he continued to fuck him with his thick cock. The stranger brought his head down and whispered in my Boy’s ear, “Damn Boy, it’s a shame you are on PrEP cause I’ve been off my meds for a few months and I have a high viral load. You are one hot cum dump and I’d love to gift you and infect that hot ass of yours.” I don’t know who was more anxious for how Joey would respond, Ray or me. Joey didn’t say anything he just moaned and started thrusting his ass back up to meet Ray’s fucking. “Shit Boy, you are milking my cock like you want that toxic load. You want it don’t you, you want to me infect you? Don’t you?” asked Ray as he started thrusting harder, he was no longer whispering, but as far as Joey knew, they were alone in the room. Joey was moaning like crazy and being more active than he had with any of the previous guys today, thrusting back against Ray and grinding his crotch against the bed as Ray fucked him. “You want this toxic load Boy? You want it in your ass or should I pull out and shoot on your back?” asked Ray as he was getting close to cumming. Joey made a whining moan noise I’d never heard before. Ray was fucking my husband really hard now and Joey was clearing enjoying it. “That’s not good enough Boy, I’m going to pull out and waste this high viral load on your back unless you ask for it.” I knew Joey well enough that I recognized that he was cumming as he yelled out, “Please Sir, give me your toxic load, infect, poz me, breed me.” “Fuck yeah Boy,” said Ray as he reached his own organism from the combination of the dirty poz talk and Joey’s ass clenching his cock as the young muscle shot his own load onto the rubber playsheet covering the bed. I waited a couple seconds before opening the door and pretending to enter the room. “Oh damn, it looks like the missed the climax, but here’s your water,” I said trying my best to pretend I wasn’t on the verge of shooting my own load into my shorts from having watched that all unfold. “Thanks man,” said Ray as he kept up the act. He pulled his spent cock out of Joey and lifted up off the bed. He stood over Joey and slapped his ass, “Good thing you aren’t a girl cause if you were my potent load would definitely knock you up.” Joey did his best to act like this had just been another of the pump and dump encounters, “Thank you for giving my your load Sir.” “Your welcome Boy, I’m just bummed it’s only my load I’m giving you,” replied Ray as he zipped up his pants and turned to leave the room. On his way out, he leaned into me and whispered, “You have to call me if ever wants this for real, I’ll gladly take a med holiday to knock him up.” “Thank you for coming,” I said loudly as I nodded at Ray and gave him a thumbs up. Ray left the room and headed out of the house as I quickly pulled down my shorts and climbed on top of Joey who was still laying on the bed in a state of bliss after his organism. “He was a hot fucker,” I said as I slid my cock into Joey’s cum filled ass. It wasn’t going to take me long to add my own load. “You’ve been taking your PrEP right?” asked Joey, trying to disguise the sudden panic in his voice as he thought I was sliding my bare cock into his hole which had just received a toxic load.

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Chapter 2 It was a month before Mason found himself inside those grey walls again, staring at the faces of the support group. The men who usually went first, went first; they gave the same speeches he'd heard a month ago, giving the same advice, relating the same anecdotes. Boring. The group leader had been watching Mason since he came back. Something about the boy looked different; not only was he sweating, jittering, and clearly exhausted, he seemed happy. As if he was proud of being sick. "Mason?" said the group leader. "You missed a few meetings. Anything you wanna tell us?" "Maybe." said Mason. "If nobody here gets upset." "I can promise that," said the group leader as the men around him nodded. "About a month ago, I went back to the saunas. Talking about what happened at the meeting... well, I couldn't help myself. I know what you're thinking—I must be disgusting to you. But I couldn't help myself. I caved. I found that guy and let him breed me. Let him... infect me." The room gasped. Mason looked ashamed, but couldn't wipe a sly grin off his face. "I wandered into the room and let him use me. I didn't ask for any of it, but he knew I wanted it. He split me in half. He made me huff poppers, smoke weed, drink, all of it. My mind was a pile of mush. By the time he said he was going to cum, I couldn't help myself. I just let him..." "I was horrified, but the feeling was electrifying. I used nothing but the worst, most disgusting porn I could find on BarebackBastards to get off. I couldn't help myself. By the time I got my test results, a part of me already knew. But something they don't tell you about getting the bug is just how horny you are afterwards. I mean, I wanted to suck everything. I wanted to fuck everything. I look at my Dad in the shower and I think, 'fuck, you better put that in me right now or I swear...'" "Mason, this is highly inappropriate!" shouted the group leader. "If you had a moment of weakness I understand, but you shouldn't glorify it. You've at least had doctor's visits? You've started taking the right medication?" "Yeah, yeah," said Mason. "Did it feel good?" asked a man from the crowd. He looked to be in his early 20s. "Adam!" "Every rope felt like a wave of pleasure. It was like he hijacked my nervous system." "There are ways to experience sex like that without those risks," said the group leader. "Alright, whatever! Mason, we'll talk next week. The rest of you, adjourned." Mason and Adam met at the crappy little buffet in the corner of the room. "Where'd this happen again?" asked Adam. "Oh, I couldn't enable you," said Mason. "Well, maybe I just want to avoid that kind of place..." Mason scribbled a note out with an address. "I think he goes there Friday nights. He's 6'3", built like a house, and hairy as fuck. And he has one of those radiation symbols tattooed on him." "I'll... make sure to avoid him. Or go some other time. Thanks!" It wasn't 30 minutes before Adam, the naive college boy who'd been praying to keep those urges away, found himself pulling into the sauna parking lot. He went inside, paid the fee, got the towel, with clockwork regularity. He felt like somebody fulfilling a destiny. He walked into the locker room and waited for the stud Mason described to show up. Nobody. As time passed, he grew bored, impatient, and eventually considered leaving. After about 15 minutes of humiliation, a different type of man walked into the locker room. He was nothing like the man Mason described; this one looked to be in his 60s, bald, 5'6" at most, and so skinny you could see his blood vessels. He looked jaundiced. He was disgusting; but there was one similarity between Mason's gifter and Adam's guest, and that was the radiation symbol right above his pubes. "Nobody watchin us," said the older man. "ThankyoubutImnotinterest—" Adam blurted out. Before he could finish the sentence the older man had held Adam's head in place and filled his sinus cavity with amyl. Adam was afraid the older man would drag him to his room. What he should've been afraid of was what really happened. The older man hobbled with Adam to the front desk and checked out. "Nephew had a lil too much," he said with a grin. The man at the front desk smiled. "Are we gonna see this one again, or is he a long-hauler?" he asked. "'Cause he'd be good for business." "Depends how much he can take," the older man said. They hobbled out to the car. The older man tossed Adam in his trunk, drove a few blocks away, then helped the boy straight through the front door of his shabby apartment. "Whhtsgoingon... whhoryou..." The last twenty minutes had gone by in sort of a blur; the old man kept forcing him to take poppers, keeping him just on the verge of consciousness. He knew he was being taken somewhere; he knew he was in danger; but he couldn't help but feel a powerful, aching feeling in his holes that needed to be filled. He didn't have much time to think about his inner conflict before the short, bald, diseased-looking old man threw him onto a cot in a dark room within his apartment. The only light came from a small TV screen playing porn in the corner of the room. "Whaddareyou..." Adam groaned. He looked up and saw the old man squeezing a bottle of Astroglide onto a cock that didn't even make sense to him—it was skinny, easily 9" long, with a piercing in the head and a scorpion tattooed on the glans. "Ready boy?" Adam felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his rear end, a feeling so intense that he passed out. The last thing he heard before he passed out was the old man chuckling and saying, "Tight hole. Long-hauler for sure. Fuuuck..."

Had a nice 3some last night. Got invited to this big ass mansion where a guy is living with his roomie younger guy. They both fucked me for a while then the younger guy was ready to cum and he came hard and deep. We had a break and chatted then another round another load. A longer break with some chat and banter then I had a HUGE dildo stuffed inside me and after that more fucking and 2 loads. We then chatted a bit before I was off on my way home with 4 loads and a well fucked ass. 💦

Hey, pigs. Newest instalment. Remember Spencer from the first Intermission chapter? He's back, and this should put a few puzzle pieces together for you. ------- Chapter 23: Poz Me Up Before You Go-Go City Streets. 20:14 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Stag had deliberately wandered away from the rest of the group of infected smilers, set on following his own agenda. Instead of waiting for suitable clothing to wear in the chilly late October air, Stag had elected to wear only his camo pants and boots, leaving his muscular blackened torso exposed for all to see. He also chose not to stick to shadows, but to walk abroad in front of the rest of the world like nothing had changed for him. Doing this in secret was never going to be an option for the corrupted horny soldier. As he passed storefront windows, he occasionally caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the glass. One particular pane caused him to stop in his tracks. Stag had been passing by a main street restaurant that hadn’t been open in weeks, and the light from the street had hit him so perfectly that he could see, for the first time, exactly what he looked like in full. His ginger hair had darkened considerably, and his face had taken on a shade of grey that could only be described as “storm cloud”. His exposed skin, in fact, had this same shade all over his body. His veins spread out like black spiderwebs. He grinned in evil satisfaction. Cheaper than any tattoo I could have got!, he thought. And way more fun. As he observed his reflection with a wicked, impressed grin plastered on his face, he took the time to examine his teeth. The jaw had widened some to accommodate the new molars and fangs, and each tooth looked sharp and deadly to the touch. He could barely make them out, but the whites of his eyes were completely gone, and he looked positively possessed. The lanky, sinewy form he previously carried had grown into a muscular beast rivaling the best of Crossfit enthusiasts. Thick veins throbbed beneath the surface of his skin, and Stag started to get hard at the sight of himself. He reached into his pants and fondled his swelling member lightly, knowing he carried an instrument of mass destruction. He had a victim in mind for his first conversion, and had to stop himself from further pleasuring himself to save his demonic seeds for that gratifying moment when he shared them with his prey. Stag continued his bold march through the city to the warehouse district until he came in sight of the nightclub known as InfraRED, a popular gay bar with a dubious reputation. On this night, attendance would be as high as many of the patrons, and with a Halloween party in progress, Stag could do what he needed to without the need for secrecy or violence. Hookups were part of the everyday routine in this place, and no one would bat an eye or clutch any pearls over him having sex in a very public space. In fact, it was almost expected, but so were drunks, drug deals, fist fights, and barroom brawls, and harassment by the homeless who hung around the area. He came to the block, and saw that a canopy had been set up outside the club to funnel guests inside. This made it easier for club employees to screen guests for arriving intoxicated, and to keep the place from filling up too quickly, but Stag would not be deterred. He went to the back of the line, and spoke to no one as the line slowly moved forward. In his boredom, he lit a cigarette, and no one seemed to object to it. One man, dressed as a unicorn, turned around and saw Stag in all his toxic glory. Having nothing else to do while they waited, the unicorn opened conversation with him. “Damn, dude! That’s a really cool costume.” Stag nodded his head only once in acknowledgement, and did not wish to engage with anyone. He took another draw off the cigarette. “What are you supposed to be? You kinda look like a toy army guy.” Stag smirked without revealing his teeth. You have no idea, he thought. —-------- Dressing room at InfraRED. 20:09 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Spencer adjusted his tight nylon armbands, placed a blue baseball cap on his head, and checked his shiny baby blue shoes one more time before appraising himself in the mirror. For nearly three years, he had been gogo dancing at InfraRED, and tantalizing horny men with his erotic dancing and powerful physique. Gogo dancing had been a means to an end - surely someone who came into the club would be his ideal, but so far, the perfect man had eluded him. The pay for dancing was decent, and so were the tips that were frequently shoved into his G-string, but it wasn’t fulfilling. He made enough money to live comfortably, but as time wore on, this mode of living wasn’t going to be satisfactory for much longer. As he stared at his reflection, he ran his left hand over his thick chest, and sighed. “Is there more to life than this?,” Spencer wondered aloud. He then adjusted his girthy member inside the gold lame underwear, twisted the hat ever so slightly, and looked one more time in the glass. He had decided against wearing any costume; the unnecessary bulk, combined with his own overdeveloped bulk, could exhaust him physically before the night was over, and he needed to make some cash for car repairs. He had been a beefy satyr at last year’s party, but he was sweating so hard after the first hour that the hair had stuck to him, and he resorted to doing a sexy striptease of the costume. He felt the investment in his elaborate costume had been a waste of funds, and he wouldn’t make that costly mistake a second time. Taking a final swallow of water from a large jug, Spencer sighed with discontent that he was stuck in a rut. His physical growth had hit a plateau, and the sex work with no sexual gratification left him frustrated night after night. Satisfied that he was ready for the public, he nodded at his reflection in silent approval of at least his appearance, and went out from the dressing room to the auditorium. The beats and the constant thumping of heavy bass was already quite deafening, and he had danced to it a thousand and one times. Just another night, another dollar. He climbed up on his usual gogo box, and settled into the beat. —------ Stag scowled slightly when the bouncer closed the rope against him after the unicorn was admitted to the club. The bouncer could allow only five enter at a time, and Stag just happened to be the sixth. He glared at the bouncer silently anyway as the man clicked his meter five times. At least a few minutes would pass before Stag could enter, so he mentally reviewed his plan one more time. Meanwhile, the bouncer couldn’t take his eyes off the corrupted creature before him. Wow, this look is fucking hot, the bouncer thought to himself as he felt his heart beat increase in envious lust. I need to jump this dude’s bones. It must have taken forever to put all that makeup on. I wonder if he’s available. Stag was slightly shocked, amazed he could almost hear the man’s thoughts with ease. He smiled back at the man, enjoying the discovery of his newfound power. “Sick costume, bro,” the bouncer squeeked, his voice somewhat betraying his lack of confidence. Hearing himself catch in his throat, he cleared it once, and hocked a white goober to one side. “Sorry. That’s really sweet.” Stag locked eyes with the bouncer. “Thanks,” he growled. “You know,” the bouncer began in a playful voice, “zombies aren’t supposed to talk. Try to stay in character, it’s sexier that way.” The smirk indicated no malice behind the words, and Stag gave no reply. Instead, he answered the criticism with a toothy grin. The bouncer wasn’t expecting Stag’s costume to be so thorough, and his mouth opened slightly with awe. “This is killer. Do you mind if I get a pic? I’ve gotta show my roommate. He does makeup and special effects for drag performers, and he’d get such a kick out of this.” The bouncer was already taking out his phone, and turning on its camera. Stag nodded his head once, giving non-verbal permission, and came in close with the bouncer. Up went the phone, and with a press of the button, he now had a head and torso shot of the corrupted soldier in its memory bank. Then Stag stood by his side as the bouncer took a selfie of the two of them. “Thanks, man,” the bouncer said gratefully. “I ‘preciate it.” “App-preciate,” Stag corrected him in a growly voice. I should just spit on this fag and let myself in. Stag prepared to launch a volley of the neutralizing saliva, but stopped short of the act. Nope, can’t do that. Too many witnesses. It can wait. They’re all doomed, anyway. Stag showed admirable restraint and swallowed it back down when he returned to the front of the line. “You with your boyfriend tonight?” Stag looked back at the bouncer, staring daggers at him. He was still uncomfortable with the idea that he was gay, after years of protestation and repression, but after his orgy with his squad and forming a plan to violate someone he once crushed on, he decided he had better start accepting it and getting comfortable with the idea. ‘Boyfriend’ sounded strange to his ears, like a word meant for someone else. He shook his head once, again giving no verbal reply. “Ah, single, then?” Stag nodded once. “If you don’t score tonight, what say you and me take a little trip to hell afterwards?” Stag raised an eyebrow with interest. Stag grinned again. When he finds out what I am, hoo boy, he’s gonna regret those words. He blinked once, and then remembered. No! Stay focused. Your quarry is inside. HE’S the one you want. “We’ll see,” Stag answered, non-commitally shrugging his sculpted shoulders. No! an intruding voice commanded. He wants it - give it to him. Infect them all! Stag just felt like he had been caught cutting class. Sorry, Alpha. There will be time for both. You better remember our deal, the voice warned. Just then, the bouncer opened the velvet rope and unbarred the door, gently motioning for Stag to enter with the other revellers in the line behind him. “You five are next. Have a good night!” As Stag passed him, the bouncer winked at him flirtatously. Stag forgot the bouncer as soon as they were apart. —---- Interior of InfraRED. 20:30 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. “Great costume, stud! Let me buy you a drink.” Stag had heard this line four times by now, and was no more invested than he was on its first three offers. This time, it came from a little twink who was dressed as the Good Witch in an off-pink tule gown, complete with a star-shaped magic wand and glittering tiara. Stag waved the offer away. “Not interested.” The Good Witch looked puzzled, but tried to entice him by tapping the wand to Stag’s forehead gently. “I want you to be changed for good.” Stag frowned at this deliberately silly act. “Oh, sister, I have been changed. For good. There’s no going back. Piss off before I drop a house on you. You don’t deserve what I have to offer.” The Good Witch looked things unutterable at him in great offense, then turned back to the bar. She silently took her glass, swallowed its entire contents, and replaced the glass on the bar. Stag was looking in the opposite direction when the Good Witch said in a surprisingly masculine voice, “Fuck you, asshole. Guys like you should be eaten by other zombies,” and stormed off. Stag walked away from the bar and toward the dance floor. As the EDM continued to pulse through the club, and the room swarmed with writhing bodies, Stag forced himself to stand in one place and scan the room. His wild appearance had drawn a great deal of attention, and Stag brushed it all off completely, sometimes with a joke, other times with his usual outright asshole remarks. After a few seconds, he beheld his intended victim, cluelessly dancing away on a gogo box. There he is. Beautiful and massive as ever. I’m going to give him such a surprise, and he’ll never see it coming. Like any good predator, Stag just observed the dancer. Watching with devious eyes and a wayward heart. Watching for any weakness, any opening that would give him a signal to act, Stag invented a number of schemes to trap his prey. His blackened eyes never left the muscular dancer. —------ As Spencer continued his gyrations, he suddenly felt like something wasn’t quite right with the world. The music shifted to something that had no percussion track in its first minute, and he momentarily lost the beat. He wiped the sweat from his brow, and then felt a familiar urge. Spencer climbed down from his gogo box, and making sure to swing his hips a little as he walked, he went in the direction of the bathroom. Stag noticed the exit instantly. Recognizing it as his opportunity, he followed Spencer at a distance. As Spencer entered the bathroom, he paid no attention to the skeleton man and the Jedi man making out just inside the doorway. The room smelled of piss and stale pizza and bleach, all mixed into one foul concoction. The stalls, though in good condition, were a covert invitation to gloryhole sex, and Spencer was working, so he went to the trough on the far right wall. Looking down, he observed that it was again filled with ice, sending up a chill that made him frown. Why the fuck do they do this? No one wants to drink piss on the rocks. Then he amended his thought. Well, maybe. Some pig somewhere must like that. Spencer extracted his eye-popping dick from his underwear, and began to relieve himself just as Stag came into the bathroom. The costumed couple left without a word, and Stag was grateful to them for the privacy he would need. Spencer continued his stream, but was getting annoyed that he had filled his bladder, and now couldn’t finish pissing fast enough. Come on, dammit. Every minute I’m in here is a minute I’m not getting cash. Hurry up! He closed his eyes in frustration, hoping a little concentration would force the remaining urine out. Stag silently positioned himself to stand directly behind Spencer, who was completely unaware of someone behind him. He grinned devilishly, savoring the moment. The last drops of piss finally left him, and Spencer lightly sighed with relief. He let the waistband of the underwear snap back to his hips, and made to turn around when something wet and sticky hit his face. “The…! The fuck is this…?!”, he exclaimed, his vision suddenly hazy. Before he could be fully sedated, he equated the view to looking through a window where the rain was so hard you couldn’t see through the running water. Stag spat at Spencer a second time, and the dancer was down for the count in seconds. —------- As Spencer started to come out of the fog, he was aware of a grinding sensation on his lower body. It felt familiar and good, and as he slowly came to the surface of his consciousness, he was also aware of the feeling of cold concrete underneath him, and the muffled sound of the thumping bass in the next room. On my back… Did I fall? The grinding sensation continued, and Spencer felt a comfortable warmth to contrast the hardness of the floor. The room smelled different. Gone were the acrid scents of the bathroom, and replaced with light dust and metal and something he could only describe as a deep red smell. Something masculine. Something rich and bold, not unlike the scents of whisky and tobacco and leather and man musk, all rolled into one. Stickiness was also registering in his mind, but he gave no thought to its source. There was also a weight on top of him, and his feet were elevated in a position he would never find himself in except during… Oh shit… He slowly opened his eyes, and what met his view was not something he expected. Something was fucking him and holding him down with both hands. Something with chemically-formed muscles, and a gargantuan dick, and it showed no signs of slowing down. Stag had dragged the comatose Spencer to the dressing room unobserved by others in the nightclub. No time was wasted in removing what little clothing Spencer had been wearing, and with another dose of spit on the dancer’s hole, he had got to work quickly. Now Spencer was starting to wake up. Neither of them was aware of how much time had passed. “W..What in the absolute fuck are you?” Spencer exclaimed, barely able to get the words out. Stag bared his teeth as he smiled wickedly while continuing to thrust his toxic dick into his victim. “What the hell are you doing to me?”, he demanded next. “Shhh, Spencer,” Stag cooed, “you’re just having a dream. Go back to sleep.” He stroked the man’s skull gently with one clawed hand, as if soothing a child that just woke from a nightmare. “Hhhhhow the fffffffuck… do you know… my name?” Awareness was settling in, and Spencer felt real fear for the first time in his life. To Spencer’s mind, his assailant was a mix between a bull and a man with the features of neither, save for the meaty cock that was tearing his hole apart. An unnaturally dark-skinned man with horns on his head and claws for hands was raping him in his nightclub. He didn’t understand the black eyes or the venomous teeth, or why both had liquid black streaming from those orifices. Nothing about this costume makes sense. “You fell off your gogo box, and hit your head,” Stag continued. “I’m just making you feel good, and giving you a little upgrade as a bonus.” Spencer became aware he was completely naked, save for his baby blue shoes, now elevated above his head, his shoulders pinned against the floor. He raised his head enough to see Stag’s girthy dick, and quickly determined that this was, in fact, not a dream. “No! Stop!” Spencer managed to yell. “Get off me!” “Take it, bitch,” Stag growled without missing a beat or a thrust. “Am I good enough for you now, Spence?” The words had a venomous bite to them, and Stag clearly intended to hurt his victim both physically and verbally. Spencer couldn’t connect the dots, the punishing thrusts of Stag’s infected cock clouding all coherent thought. Spencer never imagined he’d be a rape victim. But the powerful physique captivated his interest, and overrode his morality meter. When his head finally cleared, he was impressed by the bulging muscles of his rapist, and the black veins pushing against the surface of his skin. Stag was sweating like a pig, and thrusting harder with every minute. Spencer gradually became less resistant to the intrusion and the violation of his body, but his rational mind kept invading the moment. This guy seems to know me. Do I know him? Why are you letting this happen, Spence? This is a monster, a demon, and you’re enjoying having sex with it? Are you fucking crazy? HOOOOOOLY FUCK ON A STICK THAT’S HUGE! Stag had withdrawn himself fully, and then penetrated Spencer’s hole with his engorgement with great force. Spencer cried out. Stag licked Spencer’s face with his forked tongue. Spencer saw it coming at him. That’s funny. A tongue like a snake. That’s kinda cool. The chemicals in the saliva worked quickly, and Spencer began to relax again. Ah, that’s the stuff. Like… poppers? How did he do that? With his victim properly sedated just enough to keep him quiet, Stag resumed the infection process. During the first few thrusts, Spencer’s mind was all over the place: he experienced fear, great lust, excitement, and joyous sensations that didn’t match anything he had felt in his entire life. He’d have one hell of a story to tell in the morning. But there was the other side of it - the very act was terrifying, but so erotic and seductive, and beyond all his previous experiences. He thought for sure he was going to die from all the sensations and the terrible pain in his rectum and balls and prostate. That’s it, he thought. I’m done for. Goodbye, perfect body, goodbye perfect health, hello oblivion. But I swear I know this guy. Why can’t I remember? Between the assault on his sexual organs and how quickly this escalated, Spencer couldn’t get his brain to work. A strange yet familiar voice rattled through his head. No thoughts. Just focus on my cock. Stag fucked Spencer without mercy - Stag knew what he was capable of, and he needed a partner who could match his sex drive while already having a great physical headstart. The white hot pain was intense, and Spencer began to have second thoughts. His hands trembled as he tried to push himself upright, panic flooding in fast and unfiltered. His thighs hurt, his back scraped against the cold concrete, and Stag’s massive body loomed above him— black skin catching the light like wet latex. Spencer shoved at his chest. “S-stop— just stop— This is wrong. I don’t want this after all.” Stag didn’t budge. His grip tightened reflexively, overpowering Spencer without effort. The instinct was pure dominance—brutal, unquestioning, physical. He mentally began to try and force Spencer to stay, feeling like with just enough force, he could make Spencer do whatever he wanted with just a thought. Suddenly, Spencer let out a scream as he felt like a vice was squeezing his brain, a small trickle of blood flowing out of his nose. A flood of images slammed into his mind, with what he could swear was his ex’s voice echoing inside his head on repeat. Spencer gasped, tears beginning to flow down his face as fear began overtaking confusion. “STOP! IT HURTS! Get off— please— you’re hurting—” The words and mental feedback hit Stag harder than the physical resistance. His brow furrowed for a fraction of a second, like a wild animal momentarily recognizing it had bitten too deep. The growl in his throat weakened, replaced by something almost conflicted. His thrusts gradually slowed. He stared down at Spencer, lips parted, nostrils flaring. Then the guilt hit—blunt and uncomfortable. This wasn’t how he had imagined this going. Not with screaming. Not with terror. He was supposed to want the gift. Crave it. Break open willingly. And Spencer—Spencer was someone he had cared for before. Stag exhaled slowly, releasing the pressure without pulling away entirely. He shifted his weight so Spencer could breathe again, his hands flattening against the floor beside him instead of pinning his arms. When he spoke, it wasn’t aloud. It slid into Spencer’s skull like heat poured behind the eyes. Babe. You always wanted more than this. Spencer blinked hard, confusion warring with pain and adrenaline. Stag’s voice felt like memory rather than words, flooding synapses directly. Images flickered—unbidden, sharp: Spencer in the mirror, flexing his arms. Always complaining about needing more definition. Countless Google searches for “muscle growth cycle”. Stag walking in and hearing him whispering to himself, “Someday I’ll look like that.” Spencer’s breath hitched. “Stop—don’t— I didn’t say—” He shoved at Stag again, weaker this time. The mental pressure increased—not painful this time, but warm, insidious, sliding beneath the fear like oil. You wanted to be bigger. Stronger. Admired. You wanted everyone to stop and look. More images flooded in: Strip lights illuminating sculpted abs. Hands grabbing him at the club, not for pity flirts but hunger. Stage tips piling up. Cameras pointed at him. The struggle to walk through a doorway without getting hit on either side. Strangers staring in awe in public places. Spencer whimpered, overwhelmed. “That doesn’t mean I want—” Stag leaned closer, his voice now both in Spencer’s mind and in his breath against Spencer’s cheek. “We both know you wanted to be transformed. This is so much better and easier than all those rounds of steroids and bulking and cutting. I’m giving you exactly what you always wanted. Just trust me for once.” The fight faded from Spencer’s limbs. Not because he accepted, but because the promise wrapped itself around his desire like wire—tight, clever, exact. Stag’s guilt softened into confidence. He changed tactics completely. Instead of forcing Spencer down, he slid a hand to the back of Spencer’s head, not to hold him still but to steady him—an anchor rather than a restraint. “I could break you,” Stag murmured, sounding almost apologetic. “I can feel it. Just a hard enough squeeze and you’d be nothing but a mindless meat puppet. But that would ruin what I’m giving you. What I want for both of us to share.” Spencer swallowed hard, adrenaline fading into tremors. “What… what are you giving me?” Stag smiled, slow and certain. Everything you wished you could become. He fed images of Spencer’s skin turning black and shiny, muscles growing upon muscles, just like all the pictures Stag had found in the browser history on Spencer’s laptop when they were dating. His cock turning massive, balls becoming huge like a bull. Being able to shoot neverending streams of black foul cum out of his cock with ease. A proverbial sex demon. Outside, the crowd screamed at a bass drop. Inside, Spencer’s last attempt to crawl away dissolved into something breathless and hungry as Stag let the imagery grow richer, deeper, irresistible: Veins rising under skin, biceps thickening, chest and back growing ever wider. Dancers staring instead of ignoring, photographers chasing him eager to get another shot of his massive muscular body. Crowds chanting his name. A glass case filled with physique trophies. And the impalement of the hottest men in the world with his freakishly large dick. Stag fed Spencer one last image: an oily pair of discarded posing trunks with a large circular button pinned to the waistband, bearing the number 7. Next to them, a hastily-removed pair of combat boots, a half-filled bottle of wine, and a single red rose. Spencer needed no explanation for what that meant. His tears dried. His shaking stilled. He reached for the monster above without realizing he had done it. And began to push his ass back, moaning. Now he understood. This was truly a gift. Stag smiled as he felt the mental changes take root inside Spencer’s head. Things would go much smoother now. And with that, the conversion truly began. It had been so long since Spencer had sex with anyone and actually enjoyed it. The surprise hookup and incredible violation of this person battled in his heart, and lust won out. Spencer grabbed Stag by the horns and stared into his abyssal eyes, getting more into the sex than was probably safe. Screw it - let him keep going. This… this is too good. I’ll complain later. Good thing tomorrow isn’t legs day, or I’d be walking funny. Oh, God, I swear he’s in my second hole. Even my toys at home aren’t this big. Stag's jackhammering cock was tearing Spencer's hole apart, but neither of them cared. Spencer’s breath came shorter and shorter, his eyes rolled back in his head more than a couple times, and what began as hate sex and rape turned to a full-on glorious rectal assault that he didn’t want to end. Stag suddenly stopped his thrusting, and abruptly withdrew himself from Spencer again, and stayed out this time. Both men lay gasping, and Spencer’s vision was hazy. The sedating effect of the spit had long worn off, but the mental coercion had done its part, leaving Spencer wanting more. Spencer stared at the ceiling, gasping for air. Stag pulled down hard on his own scrotum, his hand acting as a cockring, and preventing his load from blowing prematurely. “Why… why did you stop? Did you cum?” Spencer asked, almost breathless. He could already feel the corruption spreading inside him while Stag took a break. “No, I’m too close,” Stag answered him. “Good,” Spencer answered, surprising himself. “I want to keep going. I need you to load me up.” Stag only smirked without looking at Spencer. I can feel it working in him already. He’ll be a fucking monster with all that mass, and what I’m giving him on top of it. But let’s savor the moment. Ten bucks says he’ll thank me in the morning. Spencer’s vision cleared enough for him to give another glance to his breeder. “This is driving me crazy. I have to know - do we know each other?” Stag smirked lightly. “You don’t remember? Think carefully, Spence. You really don’t recognize the sound of my voice in your head?” Try as he might, the name wouldn’t come to him, and Stag’s appearance had changed so much that he couldn’t possibly be recognized by someone Spencer hadn’t thought of in a long time. Out of sight really was out of mind. He had nothing to go on to even guess. After a minute of pondering, he had to admit it. “No clue.” “It’s Bryce. The army guy you decided wasn’t good enough for you, so you just threw him away like an old cum rag.” Spencer raised his head slightly in disbelief, and stared directly at Stag, trying to see the man that he rejected so harshly. “Holy shit… No fucking way!” “Oh, yes fucking way. I’ve been upgraded, and I wanted to show you my improvements,” Stag said wickedly. He sat up, and spread his arms out widely so Spencer could see everything. Spencer was in awe of the creature before him. He remembered someone too lanky and lean with a penchant for asshole behavior. And he couldn’t abide his smoking habit, either. It couldn’t possibly be the same guy. His skin wasn’t this color, and he had none of these body mods, especially not the meat on his bones. He would never have worked so hard to look like this and get me turned on. Way too self-centered. Did he do all this just for me? Spencer couldn’t give voice to his thoughts. The memory and the present reality were just too juxtaposed. But the sex so far had been mindblowing. Spencer had never been fucked like that before, and he was discomfited to realize he needed more from the mutated Bryce. While Spencer processed this, Stag could already see the corruption taking hold in the massive dancer. His toxic precum was working its magic, and Spencer’s skin had a different glow to it. The ice blue eyes were darkening, but still bore traces of the whites, and what little body fat Spencer carried was already starting to burn away. It will be a slow infection, but it’ll hit him hard when I fully empty my balls. Stag crawled back toward Spencer, ready to begin another round. “I will get you there, and I’ll be by your side for all of it. You deserve it. Now raise your legs back up. Time’s a-wasting.” Spencer could only comply, tempted with the prospect of getting bigger, and the hunger for the demon’s cock. He…yes. This. I think this is what I wanted to look like all this time. Why settle for what I am when I can evolve into something better? The temptation to exceed his potential outweighed any negatives, and with that, Spencer’s fate was sealed. “Take it easy this time, okay?” Spencer asked in a light voice. Get big, or die trying, right? Those were his last thoughts before he surrendered to Stag completely.

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Barebacked in the 70's and into the 80's until AIDs came along. Then I played safe until the early 90's when I found myself in an old toilet near some playing fields one evening. Hooked up with a sleazy looking guy who bent me over a toilet bowl, lubed me up and went in bare before I could say anything. It felt so good, so dangerous I let him fuck me until he came. It was like a revelation. I didn't use condoms from then on but didn't convert until nearly 10 years later.

First attempt at a story. Hopefully it flows and there aren't any major spelling or grammar mistakes. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I went to a public cruising spot one night, about a month after I stopped taking prep. I was keen to take a random guy's load. I arrived and for a while I was the only one there. I noticed another guy approaching and made the usual signals to show that I was looking for fun. He looked a few years older than me, and good shape. I hoped he was a top (bottoms are a lot more common here) and I hoped he had a big dick. He came over to me and we felt each other up, got our cocks out, and played with each other's cock while talking about what else we wanted to do. He had a nice dick. I think it was probably about 8", and a good thickness, with a thick mushroom head. I told him that I was keen to get fucked and take a random load, but that it was risky for me to do it. He asked me why it was risky and I told him that I'd stopped taking prep and therefore I was unprotected. He asked me if I was scared that I might take a poz load, and I said that I was scared, but that it also turned me on, and I said that was the main reason for my decision to stop prep. He said in that case I should let him fuck me. We were both still gently rubbing each other's dick and I could feel that he was leaking precum. A lot of precum. He was one of those guys who supply their own natural lube. I just said that it was hot and turned me on, and that he had a beautiful cock, and I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn't know for sure. I was a bit nervous now that there was a poz dick ready and wanting to fuck me. He said that he thought I should let him fuck me because my answer wasn't a no, so I probably wanted it. He said he was horny and his dick wanted to get inside me. I was very nervous and undecided. At that point, I hadn't been fucked by any random guys since going off prep, and while it turned me on, I was nervous about the whole situation. I didn't say anything and just continued to slowly massage his cock, rubbing his poz precum all over it. We looked over to another section of the beat, about 50 yards away, and there was a guy sitting on a park bench, with his cock out, having a wank. We were in a dark area, so I don't think the guy on the bench had seen us. The poz top said "I have an idea. I want to fuck you, but you're undecided. How about we go over there and ask that guy what he thinks. If he says I should fuck you, then I fuck you." I think that flipped a switch in my head because I was turned on by the poz talk and by us playing with each other, and now the decision to fuck wasn't mine, so I said "ok, let's ask him". We walked over to the wanker, and I said to him "we need you to help us make a decision. He wants to fuck me, but I'm undecided. Neither of us brought a condom so if he fucks me, it'll have to be bareback." I hadn't finished explaining the situation and the wanking guy said immediately "he should fuck you" I said "before you make a decision, we'll do whatever you tell us to, but I need you to know that I'm neg and not on prep, and he's poz" The wanker didn't even take a moment to think about it and just said "he should fuck you here, so I can watch" The poz guy wasted no time. He spat on his dick, moved behind me, and started to push in, and said to me "relax that hole. He said that we have to fuck, so I have to fuck you now" I just said fuck, and let him in. His spit and his own copious precum meant that he slipped in easily, even considering the size of his knob. It felt so good when he was balls deep. Nothing feels as good as being impaled on a large bare cock. I lost my inhibitions about letting his poz dick inside me and enjoyed the sensations. While fucking me, the poz top pushed my head down and made me suck the wanking guy's cock. I could feel the top speed up a bit and I realised he was going to cum. I remembered that it would be risky for me to take his load, and wondered if I should tell him to pull out but before I had a chance, and while my mouth was still full of the other guy's cock, he asked the other guy if he should breed me, he said "I'm going to cum. Should I cum in his ass?" The other guy asked him if I was he telling the truth earlier about me being neg and him being poz. The top said "yes. I'm poz and he's neg. Can I cum inside him?" The other guy said "I don't care. Cum in him if you want" And with that, the top let loose and filled me with poz cum. I could feel his dick throbbing inside me and I'm sure he gave me a big load. I was wanking my own dick and shot my load just as he filled me up, the pulsing of his dick in my ass sending me over the edge. A few seconds later, the other guy shot his cum in my mouth. I never asked or learned if he was poz too. It didn't seem to matter at the time.

Origins pt. 1 "Can you believe that? My dad being gay?" My best friend Kimmy confess. "I never understood why they got divorced, but are still friendly. That makes perfect sense." I try to contain my hopeful excitement, "Well...your moving out this week, and your mom has been seen around town with her new boyfriend a lot lately. Especially so close to the divorce. They knew for a while and maybe they were just waiting for you to finish high school?" Mr. Martin was super sexy, in his late 40s. He's been working out a lot more than he did when we were growing up. He still has bit of a dad-bod but as I've been hanging out at their pool the past couple of years, I've noticed a bit of a change in his body. Less soft than it once was from his desk job, to more muscular arms, thighs, and chest. "Your my token gay friend, why didn't you notice? Your gaydar broken? Or are you the one that turned him?" She teases me. "I totally didn't see it until now. He was always super manly. I only know they gay kids in our school as reference, or tv. Maybe it was optimistically cautious. And trust me if your dad was fucking me I'd be living here a lot more that I do." I retort. "I hope he's a top. I can't imagine him taking a big cock!" "I hope he's a power top." She smack my arm. "I have to go into work tomorrow for a double shift, you can still hang out here until whenever if you wish. Just don't let the neighbors hear you getting fucked by my dad. I don't want to be called a madam for bringing sluts for him to fuck." She jokes. We continue talking and dreaming about college life before we fall asleep. Thoughts of her dad running through my head. Thoughts of the guys in the city my college is in and all the possibilities for me. The art scene, culture, and hope for my future race through my head as well. Only a few days left in the bum-fuck of a Georgia town. I get up to sneak into the bathroom to jerk off. On my way I hear moaning and smacks coming from Mr. Martin's office. I peek in through the crack of the unshut door. I see him on his couch, naked from what I can tell, is right arm and shoulder moving a lot. His left hand I see a picture of me in my speedo from spring break at their pool on his phone. I hear moaning from the TV and glance into the mirror to see a beefy older man fucking a twink that looked a lot like me. "Goddamn Alex. Your virgin hole feels so good around my cock." Shit he's jerking off thinking about fucking me. I run down the hall back to Kimmy's room. Fuck fuck fuck....

I was wondering when the pizza would play a part. lol

My favorite part is hearing my man having tons of pleasure. Feeling how rock hard his penis flowing in my mouth. I may be submissive to my guys. But I’m actually in charge of providing him the pleasure he seeks when I’m giving oral. I know exactly how to provide that pleasure and find their sweet spots to jizz and spasm.

I didn’t bring a condom. It was dancing late on a Friday night in 1999 that I first spotted him. He was across the bar standing alone in a back corner nursing a beer. His open gauzy white shirt showed off his perfectly tanned chest and six pack. I’m a bit of a geek that loves old TV series and movies. His body was the Magnum PI era Tom Selleck, his face 007 Daniel Craig with seventies stash and dark five o’clock shadow. To my 19-year-old horny self he was a sex magnet. It was a warm night, so I had checked my ratty faded denim jacket and was dancing bare chested in nothing, but short frayed denim cut offs hardly concealing my privates and offering a little more than a glimpse of my darkly haired ass. My Mulatto skin was even richer with my deep tan courtesy of too much time at the gay end of our local nude beach. Sweat was dripping from my thickly haired 5’ 4” cub body. The cheshire cat smile had my cheek dimples on full display. And my black army boots shouted, 'cum fuck me. ' I didn’t know if he had noticed me, so I marched to the bar and bought two beers. Making my way directly to him I offered one. At first, he demurred, “I’m an cheap drunk so I shouldn’t.” But with my winning smile and persistent hand toward him offering the glass he finished the little he had left and accepted my gift. “I’m Jake.” I offered. “Dan, good to meet you Jake.” He smiled back a bit on the sheepish side. I’m a sucker for masculine older men with enough confidence to appear meek at first sight. I’m not one to beat around the bush. Who has time for that? So I enquired, “Your place or mine?” “Umm. That was direct. I live in the suburbs, you?” he responded. “Just a couple blocks from here. Let’s get out of here.” “But the beers?” he wasn’t really complaining. “Come on, let the fucking commence.” His eyes grew big as saucers, and he let me tow him out onto the street. I directed him through the back ally shortcut pushing him behind the first available dumpster to plant a big sloppy kiss square on his mouth. He didn’t hesitate to offer tongue in return. As our tongues danced in each other’s hot mouths I undid his jeans. Before pushing them down I asked permission to suck his cock. No words just his nodding head granted access, and I wasted no time getting his beautiful semi-hard member deep in my throat. I love the way a mans cock hardens up in my mouth and his responded quickly. I proceeded to deep fuck my face on his 8” and thick hard on. He moaned with great appreciation. My interest was peeked as a hand found my spine and traced the hair toward my hole. Bingo, he knew which way this fuck was planned to go. As I stood I directed one of his fingers into my hole. “Fuck kid, you are prepared, you came prelubed!” “No sense wasting time with a sexy willing daddy like you!” I know I’m a brat. “I didn’t expect this tonight, I didn’t bring a condom.” He confessed. “I don’t care, you’re too hot, just fuck me raw.” I wasn’t begging, but the next thing to it. “Tempting as you are son, I can’t do that.” “Sure, you can, I’m consenting.” “But I’m not.” He persisted. “Right, you’re right” I conceded. “But would you at least rim me? I at least want that five o’clock shadow scrapping my taint.” I turned and bent propping myself against the dumpster without waiting for his answer. As I waited I thought I might have attempted too much before I finally felt his hot tongue trace my ring. When it started to dart inside, I thought I might have converted his thinking. I was almost certain when his lips covered my hole and sucked vigorously. I was prepared for him to enter me as he quickly stood. Instead, he spat on my bare back. “You fuckin idiot, that’s not lube in your hole, it’s some guys cum. Keep the fuck away from me.” And he ran while pulling up and fastening his jeans.

Sometimes, when examining my many, many poor life choices, I’ve wondered; how do you make a cheater? We can’t just be born like this, something has to have *happened*, y’know? So this post, while including some cheating, is not just about my cheating, so much as about how I became the cheater I am today. An origin story, of sorts. The grand setup for the inevitable punchline. A Prelude. I think it starts with having to keep your formative sexual awakening a secret. I grew up in a very Catholic family, in a very small, close-minded town. Not ideal when you accidentally catch the premier of Queer as Folk on late night tv while alone and finally figure out exactly *how* different you are to all the other boys. Sure, you have no idea what rimming is either after seeing that scene, only that it looked really fucking enjoyable, and 14 year old you wants to find out all about it as soon as bloody possible. You have to sit on this excruciating secret for a whole year, until your school collides with a Scottish school on a field trip to Sweden, and a boy named Martin who’s just a bit more savvy than you clocks who you really are, and sneaks you out of your dorm to drink stolen vodka and share a first, electrifying kiss. It’s beautiful, but then you go home, and you can’t tell anyone about it. Martin keeps in touch for a while, but Scotland is a long way away, and soon enough it’s just you again. (Put a pin in Martin though, he’ll be back.) From that point on, until I left home a few years later, my only experience of a "relationship" was two weeks of hand holding and chaste kisses with Craig over in the next town. He was incredibly cute, but we were 15 and dumb, and it didn’t last. Again, don’t forget Craig, he’ll be back as well. Anyway, in short, I had no idea what romance was beyond sneaky kisses and holding hands when no one was looking. Every moment of awakening was a guilty secret. It taught me to hide quite well, and hiding was, unfortunately, therefore inextricably linked to arousal. While romance was short, sex, on the other hand, was plentiful once it started. I was a reasonably cute teen with a very nice butt if I do say so myself, and I had been legal for all of a month before I went to my best friend’s birthday party, where her 21 year old cousin Stephen was home from uni and chaperoning the chaos. He didn’t do a great job though, as he snuck a slightly inebriated me out before midnight, drove me to the aptly named Cherry Lane, and finally gave me what I’d been craving. He was taller and bigger than me, and quite buff, with a shaved head and what I thought was a sexy gap in his front teeth. I don’t remember any panic as he pulled me into the back seat and forced his cock down my throat, just the tremendous pressure of my horniness, like if I didn’t have sex that night I would literally die. I gagged on his sizable cock a lot (I’m still sadly shit at deepthroating), but I guess eventually it was wet enough for his liking. He pulled my jeans off, slapped some of his own spit on my hole, and then sat me down on his dick like I was a human fleshlight. Funnily, I don’t remember it hurting at all; evidently I needed this, and his wet dick just slid right in to the hilt as my eyes rolled back in my head. They never taught sex ed in my Catholic school beyond "this is how babies are made", so I never even thought to ask for a condom, and I don’t think I would have wanted one anyway; I wanted to feel every last thing, and he bounced me on his dick like I weighed nothing. He never asked if I was ok, or if it hurt, or if I wanted this, he just used my tight, fresh hole to please his dick, and as a man’s cum flooded into me for the first time I absolutely drenched him in return. I was spent, I was euphoric, and ten minutes later I’d been thrown out of the car three streets away from the party so we wouldn’t be seen returning together. I walked back, hole aching and dripping cum, and spent the rest of the night being pointedly ignored by him. The dirty feeling of being used and the intense sexual arousal of the encounter would pretty much be a staple of my sex life from then on. Stephen would sneak me out in much the same manner whenever he was in town over the next years, and it was always the same; no small talk, he would roughly use my hole to dump his load, and I would have to walk home. It wasn’t until well after I’d seen him for the last time that I found out about his girlfriend and kid. The other encounter of note before I left my hometown was a pair in London, Aiden and Rob. It was only a couple of months after my original encounter with Stephen, and I had been desperate for more. I met them online, a 24-year old couple, who also did some work with a now-defunct porn studio. I thought they were crazy hot, and I lied about my experience trying to get them to meet me until they finally invited me over. They must have clocked straight away that I wasn’t being honest about some things, but like I said, I was cute, so it wasn’t long before I was naked on the couch, Rob’s dick in my mouth, and Aiden spreading my legs, finally introducing me to the joys of rimming. I honestly thought I was going to die of pleasure, and I was so horny that when Aiden started to position himself between my legs, I again didn’t care about the lack of condom. Given the size of him, however, what I should have cared about was the lack of lube. My lies came back to bite me though, as I had told him that I had taken a lot of dick, and that the deeper and rougher it was the better, and so he pushed his massive cock into me with only spit and precum, smirking when I cried out. "I thought you said you liked it deep?" "Not *that* deep!" I gasped, desperately putting my hands on his thighs, trying to stop him going further. Now, I *know* the next thing that happened was a shitty thing to do to dumb horny kid, I *know* I should have been more mad about it, but goddamit if it doesn’t still make me rock hard; he bats my hands away, says "Bit late now, you’ll be fine" and proceeds to fuck me like a steam train. No going slow and gentle, no easing up to grab the lube, just straight to pounding my hole like he wants to come out the other side. Rob grabs my head and forces his dick down my throat, and I just have to hold on for dear life as they take turns throwing me around the room. It finally ends when I’m on the lounge floor, on my back and legs spread, Rob has just cum down my throat, and Aiden is somehow going even harder. He tells me he’s going to cum, and I beg him to pull out (I’d started to educate myself a little since Stephen), to which he simply grunts "No", and fires his load into me so hard I can feel his dick pulsing. I’m ashamed to say that pushed me right over the edge, and I had to rinse my own cum out of my hair before limping home. I saw them many more times over the next couple of years, and even if I tried to bring out the condoms they would always manage to send me home dripping cum, feeling used and abused, and honestly I fucking loved it. Anyway, I also need you to stick a pin in Aiden and Rob for now, because, naturally, they are going to come up again. So, that’s the gist of my formative sexual years, and honestly I think it’s pretty obvious where my cheating fetish came from. I’ll see you in the next part for first boyfriends, first betrayals, and a lot of dick. Ciao!

Absolutely awesome story here. Rick is doing such a good job with this young guy. It isn't going to be long before this guy that thought he was straight is going to be begging Rick to fuck him good. Bare cock in his ass unloading his cum into that virgin ass. I'm so looking forward to it. Maybe in the next chapter Josh will come home finding Rick is his bedroom fucking another young guy about his age and the guy begging Rick to poz him. Josh just stands there and watches with his dick out stroking it.

My name is Mark. I’ve been taking classes in the city for a while. At 23 years old I haven’t had much socializing what with focusing on my studies. I check the gay apps, Grindr, Growlr, Recon, all the fun stuff. I mostly window shop. I rarely hookup. There are a few bars near by that I occasionally go by for a drink. But it’s been a while since I’ve had any real sex. I play safe with rubbers like a responsible young guy, but I’ve never needed to go on prep since my sex life is very sparse. I live in a small two bedroom apartment with a roommate. An older guy, Vince. Vince is an odd one. He’s always horny and hooking up. Guys come and go from our place like a fast food restaurant. I don’t mind it though. He pays for more then his fair share of the rent so it’s a good deal for me since city living is harsh enough as is. He’s expressed interest in me too but I always turn him down. He isn’t my type and his “interests” don’t really aline with mine much. The thing is. He’s poz. And I don’t care if a guy is poz undetectable but Vince either vary rarely takes meds or not at all. His poz status is actually full blown AIDS. Very thin and gaunt, bald, in his 70s. But he still gets around no problem with youthful vigor. He’s what they call a ‘gifter’. Someone who’s kink it is to spread the bug to neg guys. He’s told me before and has charged up a lot of guys in his room or in the living room, or any other room in the place. He likes to brag to me about it, and has jokingly talked about pozzing me too but I brush it off as him being weird. Sometimes I’ll find him fucking someone right in the open as I get home and he’ll casually say hi to me. But like I said, I don’t mind it. That’s his prerogative and we keep things civil between us. I definitely could be stuck with worse roommates. Probably the only complaint I do have is his constant masterbating in every room of the flat. He’ll jack off 2 or 3 times a day and he’ll let his cum splatter anywhere. The stuff is usually really thick and voluminous. Sometimes he cleans it up, other times I end up cleaning it up. Especially after stepping in it. Even if we’re watching tv sitting next to each other, if he has the urge, he’ll whip it out and start stroking. It’s obnoxious but I accept it. Oh and if he wasn’t poz and my type, I’d still be very hesitant to mess around with him. It’s his dick. He has a 14 inch cock. Well 36 cm. So a little more then 14. Not very thick but that only emphasizes it’s length. Which explains why so many guys want to give it a try. It’s a monster of a thing and there’s no way I could possibly take that beast. I have trouble with guys who were 7 inches. So Vince’s flag pole would probably impale me before it went balls deep. The thought makes me wince. One day in the morning I went to the kitchen to get some coffee. Vince was there, he had already made a pot. I could smell the fresh brew and went to the cabinet to grab a mug and sure enough *squish* I stepped in a thick pile of cum on the kitchen floor. It squished between my toes. It was thick like slimy tapioca pudding and warm, it had an off white yellowish color to it. “Morning Mark. Sleep well?” He asked me. “Ugh, Vince you got cum on the floor again.” I was leaning against the counter wiping the stuff off my foot with a paper towel. “Oops, guess I forgot that one. I was horny. Ya know I could lick it clean off ya if ya like. I’d be happy to suck your toes.” “No thanks. I got it.” He was a kinky one too. He’d usually offer to do something like that to me. But I had no interest and would casually turn him down. “Thanks for making coffee at least.” I prepared my cup. Vince came up behind me and passed me the cream. When he did his hard on slipped up my leg and went under my boxers, resting on my crack. He likes to find whatever excuse he can to touch my with his cock. It’s usually just a brief jab or slap. I try to ignore it. “Want some cream young man?” “Yeah thanks Vince.” Vince then thrusted forward and his cock head went between my cheeks and hit my hole hard. “Ouch Vince what’s that for?” “You said you wanted me cream. I’m just obliging you.” He kept the pressure up, his cock head pressing firmly against my asshole. He gave another sharp jab and his head started to party my sphincter. “Ouch! Come on man, you know that’s not what I meant.” “Oh well, can’t blame a guy for trying.” Vince pulled his cock away. A trail of pre with it. Great now I have a greased up ass. I fixed my coffee and sat at the table. My ass hurting a bit. I was going through some of my school papers. Vince was next to me with a hand on my shoulder. His other hand stroking his monster cock. It was darker then the rest of his body and very veiny, like a throbbing spiderweb all up and down his shaft. His balls were equally impressive. Low hanging and large like two plums dangling. That explains how he can cum so much. He was shameless and insatiable. “So when are you gonna let me have a go at that unused ass of yours?” “Not today.” I was more focused on my papers then what he was doing. “One of these days I’ll dump a load up in you.” I rolled my eyes at that. “You’re welcome to try.” I say sarcastically. “He he, we’ll see neg boy.” His stroking got faster and he was grunting in my ear. He was about to reach climax. “Can you aim that in a towel or something?” I turned toward him but that’s when he started to cum. “Aaagh! Fuck!” Thick globby ribbons of cum shot out at me. It got on my chin and my chest. Getting all over my tank top. He held my shoulder in place and unloaded all over me. There was so damn much of it and it smelled gross. “Oh jeeze Vince!” I got up covered in his toxic sludge. “It’s your fault for being so cute. Who doesn’t like a cum bath?” “Very funny.” I wandered to the bathroom trying not to let the stuff drip on to the floor. I was going to shower anyway but this was definitely an incentive. I looked at myself in the mirror. My chin and neck had a lot of it and it slowly ran down my chest. I scooped up some of the stuff and looked at it in my hand. ‘How can he cum so much all the time?’ I was a little envious of his virility. For a moment I thought about what it would taste like and brought it up to my mouth, but it’s smell was rancid and I seriously doubt I could handle swallowing any of it. I took off my tank and boxers and showered up. The last of the whitish yellow paste sinking it’s way down the drain. I hoped that stuff wouldn’t clog the pipes. When I got out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist, Vince was sitting on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table and his semi hard dick resting on his stomach. I walked past him to get to my room and change but he grabbed my arm. “Come sit and relax. I brought your mug here.” My coffee mug was between his feet. His toes rubbing against the rim. “I gotta get dressed.” He grabbed my towel and ripped it off. “You can get dressed later, I could use some eye candy. How’s your ass by the way? Hope my thing here didn’t hurt you too bad.” “It’s fine Vince. You didn’t penetrate despite your goofing around.” “Come let me see.” Vince pulled me in front of him and spun me around. Ass facing toward him. “Come on dude. Haven’t you messed with me enough this morning?” He spread my ass revealing my hole. “My that’s a beautiful ass. Milky white with a subtle shade of rosey pink on your pucker.” Then I felt a finger on my hole. He was rubbing it around. “What are-“ “Shush, I’m just inspecting you. Gotta admit it’s getting me hard again.” Vince was usually handsy and forward but this was especially blunt for him. He was definitely up to something. Then he stood up still spreading my ass. “I can inspect you better with this.” That’s when he stuck his cock at my puckering hole. Rubbing his tip at it. He then repositioned his hands holding my hips pulling me towards him. “Oh ha ha. Sure, next thing you’ll want to do an internal inspection. Shove it in me why don’t you?” I mock with sarcasm and snark. “Wouldn’t that be fun? But I teased you enough. Go on go get dressed.” As he said that he squatted back down to sit on the couch his hands still on my hips. The movement threw me off balance and I ended up slipping. I threw my hands back to catch myself on the couch but my ass already went down into Vinces lap. As I went down my ass ended up slamming on Vinces cock, and it forcefully plunged up into my ass. My hands caught part of my fall which stopped me from getting fully skewered on it, but quite a bit of it already went up inside me. “Aaah! Fuck fuck! Shit! That fucking hurts!” The pain of the intrusion made my body lock up. I couldn’t move. “Oooh! Oh my… It’s in you Mark. I wasn’t planning on fucking an ass this early in the morning but this is quite a pleasant surprise. Your insides are so tight and hot. Looks like you got the first 5 inches in there. About 9 more inches left to go. “Fuck Vince! We can’t do this! And you’re way too damn big. Ah it hurts.” “Then maybe we should exercise those guts of yours.“ Vince then started to move his hips up and down, he was starting to fuck me as I was squatting over it. “There we go let’s get a couple more inches in you.” “Ah! No Vince. I need to get it out.“ I started to move my ass up inching his cock out of me. But then Vince put his hands on my thighs and was pulling me back down. “Just for a little bit Mark. You feel so good, just let me blow off one load in you.“ “Come on Vince! Please there’s no way I could handle you, plus you’re poz!“ “Oh fine.“ Vince let go of my thighs and stopped his thrusting. I slowly raised my ass up and got him out of me. “Perhaps I should inspect your ass again? Make sure I didn’t do any damage inside you?“ “Oh you did plenty of ‘inspecting’ as is. I’m getting dressed.“ I sorely hobbled to my room, my ass on fire from Vince’s monster cock. I only had less than half of it’s length in me but just that much was torturous enough as it was. He would normally pull pranks every now and again, but this went way too far. It was the first time I had a cock in me in years. Sitting on a long 14 incher is definitely not some thing you should do when you’ve been out of practice, especially a 14 inch poz cock. When I was in my room I rubbed some ointment on my ass to make it feel better. When the soreness was subsiding a bit I was able to enjoy my fingers on my ass. I stuck a couple in feeling around. Trying to put the fact that it was an old trolls poz cock out of my mind, there was some degree of eroticism of a cock going inside me. Even if the circumstances were far from ideal. I laid on my bed fingering myself while stroking my own 6 inch uncut cock. It wasn’t an impressive length, but it wasn’t small either. It was average but it got the job done. As I was beating my own meat and fingering my ass I was trying to imagine that monster cock going back up inside me omitting who it belonged to. I may be cautious and responsible but I was still a red blooded man. Eventually I managed to reach orgasm and shoot my own load on my chest. Rather than go out for another shower I just scooped it up and licked it off my fingers. Now I could finally get dressed. The rest of the morning went without incident. I went to class and focused on the lectures. My ass still had a dull soreness to it courtesy of Vince. I’ll bet he’s at home jacking off to the events of earlier today. Oh who am I kidding, he’s definitely destroying another recon rando’s ass. Probably leaving cum piles for me to find. I got home in the evening. I had a bunch of assignments I needed to get to work on, but I was tired and didn’t feel like it. They could wait till a little later. When I entered the apartment Vince was seriously fucking a young twink, slamming into him balls deep. The twink was partly moaning, partly screaming with Vince’s hands covering his mouth. Muffling the sounds. It looked like the guy was loving and hating it all at the same time. ‘Damn, bravo taking all that little dude’ I thought. “Welcome home Mark. Don’t mind me just infecting this little bottom slut. If your ass has recovered then get in line. I’ll breed you up after this one.“ “No thanks. It was a long day for me. I just want to fix a drink and relax. You have your fun.” Vince continued demolishing the young guy in the living room while I was going about my business. Got to admit it was a little annoying hearing Vince talk like that about me in front of a stranger. I don’t want a bunch of randos getting the impression that I am taking his loads too. Gossip amongst gays tends to get around. I watched Vince fuck the living daylights out of the guy, watching his huge member go in and out of the slender ass. It was kinda hot in its own way. Vince looked at me and winked. I put together a whisky soda and set my bag in my room. I heard Vince grunt and yell in the other room. Yup he’s dumped another load. When I came out he was sending the limping guy on his way. I enjoyed my drink and he was on the couch dick slumped over his thigh, still wet with juices. “How was your day? Learn anything good?” “It was fine. Just a lot going on. Several essays due soon and I just don’t have the energy for it.” “You need to unwind. Why don’t you sit and watch the news with me?” I chugged half my drink and plopped down on the sofa next to Vince. He was still naked but nothing new. It was still a bit of a shocking sight to see a massive piece of meat on such a thin man. “How’s your ass? Better by now I hope.” “It’s fine. It hurt for a while after but I’m recovered.” “Good. How did you like the first taste of my meat?” “It wasn’t pleasant. It went in too hard too fast.” “Aw that’s a shame. You should try getting more used to it.” “I’m plenty used to seeing it swinging around the place as is. I don’t need it inside me again.” “Your loss. The last boy was able to take it balls deep.” “I’m surprised he’s still alive. You sure you didn’t rupture just guts?” “Oh he was a total slut. His ass was plenty stretched and able to take it. You just need practice.” “We’ll I’m very out of practice.” “Mine is always here for you to take for a ride whenever you want it.” “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” I say with more sarcasm. We sat there for a while. Nothing particularly interesting was on so I was half paying attention to it. Vince had his feet on the coffee table and was leaning back on the sofa. His cock was soft but it was still huge even at rest. I could probably wrap it twice around my wrist. There was a bit of post cum leaking out of it and sticking to his leg. It was chunky like always. I thought to myself, ‘damn that twink boy has and entire sack load of that stuff clogged up in him.’ My drink was empty and I was feeling a little buzzed from it. Nothing crazy though. We exchanged a bit of small talk here and there. The tv played dull programs. At some point Vince started playing with his cock again and started stroking it hard. It was bound to happen. And he’ll most likely blow all over his chest and lick it up. Vince put a hand on my thigh and rubbed it as he stroked his long monster cock. “Hey mark what was the biggest cock you’ve ever taken?” “Um. Maybe a 7 incher? I haven’t had many. Too busy with school. But that should wind down after this semester.” “Hmf, mines much bigger then that. By the time you get more free time you probably want to catch up on all that college dick running around.” “Probably, I don’t know. I haven’t had much time to think about it.” “Well there are plenty of guys out there that are bigger then 7. You may have trouble taking them.” “Yeah, I’m just not used to getting fucked much.” We sat in silence for another minute. “If you want to train your ass to take bigger cock you can sit on mine. It’ll stretch you out nice and deep.” “You really want to fuck me don’t you?” “Naturally! A handsome young man like you drives me wild. It’s your fault I have to jack off all the time.” “And I’m sure you’d love to poz me up too.” “He he. Well that comes with the territory.” “No thanks Vince.” Vince played with his cock for another half hour or so. Not working towards a cumshot but just keeping it hard. Thinking about my lack of sex life and the prospect of being able to throw myself out in the dating pool soon was giving me the urge too. “Looks like someone is getting horny.” Vince was calling attention to the hard on in my pants. He grabbed it and started stroking it through my jeans. “You should get your clothes off and blow a load.” “I’m going to the bathroom.” I got up. Vince’s hand leaving my crotch. I went to the bathroom and shut the door. I was horny and needed to shoot off. I was stroking it with my balls resting on the sink countertop. I started fingering my ass. My hole was tight around my fingers. I thought about getting fucked by some guys in class that I liked. My thoughts went all over the place and at one point they went back to the morning when I fell on Vince’s cock. Since his was the last cock I had inside me recently the memory was more visceral than picturing dudes I’ve never hooked up with. Sure there was no way I wanted to get fucked by him in real life but there was no harm in imagining it. I tried fingering myself as deep as I could. I went all the way up to my knuckles. It felt good and I wanted more. But I couldn’t push in any further. Then there was a knock on the door. “Mark, you done in there? I need to piss.” Shit, I haven’t reached there yet but I guess I could continue this later. “Yeah I’ll be right out.” I opened the door to leave and Vince’s cock slapped me as we passed by. I went to my bedroom and went through my drawers, pulling out my dildo. I got on the bed and slathered it in lube. I pressed it up against my ass trying to slide it in. It took a little bit of finesse but I managed to get it in there. It wasn’t a very big dildo. About 8 inches but by the time I got to the 7 inch mark my insides were struggling to accommodate it. I thrusted the toy in an out of me for a while trying to get myself more accommodated to it. It felt good and I was pumping my cock at the same time. I wanted to feel all of it inside me so I tried pushing it in deeper. It hurt and I was struggling. Eventually I had to give up on it. It was kind of frustrating, but I would definitely need more practice with it. I took it out and cleaned it up with some baby wipes and put it back in my drawer. I threw on Some boxers and return to the living room. Vince was either still in the bathroom or in his room. I stretched out on the couch facedown on a couch pillow watching the TV. It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep. I didn’t dream of anything visual, but I did dream of a strange sensation on my body. It was like something was crawling on me. Whatever it was the crawling sensation centered around my ass and I could feel it going inside of me. The sensation turned into a pumping motion. I felt like my guts were getting churned around like butter. My whole body was shaking. I heard sounds like grunting and gasping as my ass was getting rocked up and down. It felt good. It was becoming one of those erotic dreams. The pumping sensation in my ass felt amazing. Then the rocking motions quickened and my ass was starting to feel pain. Whatever it was it was sinking deeper and deeper into my guts. I started waking up. My eyes opening, the slamming sensation inside of me was still happening and it was much more intense than when I was dreaming. I looked forward and saw my hands were on the armrest of the couch and two pale skeletal hands were gripping my wrists. The raspy voice of an older man was grunting in my ear and my ass was in pain from the sensation of a cock going in an out of me roughly. “What the hell?! Vince?!” Vince was on top of me. My underwear were gone and he was going to town fucking my ass. Vince’s cock was inside me! “Ugh…don’t mind me Mark… uf- ugh- ah! Just gonna -ah fuck yeah- empty my poz balls in you… uf ooh ah oh yeah.” “Ah fuck, Vince no! Ah, ugh…Take it out! Ugh..mmh…This prank is too far!” Vince continued to fuck me for a few more seconds then stopped. I don’t know how much of his cock was inside me. It felt like a lot. His hips were still raised not making contact with me so there must’ve still been plenty of his cock outside of me but it was still more than I could handle. He then slowly pulled it out and let go of my arms. We repositioned on the couch. Vince laying back with his feet up on the table smirking at me. I stood up and stuck my fingers in my ass, it was sore but as far as I could tell I wasn’t torn up. “Can you blame me Mark? Your ass was up in the air like an invitation. It was practically begging for me to go inside. Truth be told I was planning on jacking off and blowing a load all over your crack and see your reaction when you woke up but you were very slick down there. You were pre-lubed and pre-fucked already. I assumed you wanted me to dive in.“ “No Vince! I was just playing with myself earlier. I wasn’t inviting you to sleep fuck me.” “Oh then my mistake. Sorry about that.“ Vince giggled. His massive cock was still rockhard with veins all over. The top part of his cock was shiny from where my ass lube covered it. “You didn’t cum in me did you?“ I was still fingering myself trying to feel for any sign of Vince’s notorious thick dick paste. So far I couldn’t feel anything up there. “Nah, I was about to though. Like I said I thought you were giving me an invitation.“ “… how much of your cock did you get in?” If Vince had gone balls deep in me then there’s no way I’d be able to reach deep enough to feel for any cum up in there. He would’ve shot his rancid cheese curds too deep inside me for me to notice. “About 8 or 9 inches. Your ass did a better job swallowing me this time than last.” Was it really 9 inches inside? That would’ve been the most cock I’ve ever had up inside me. And he still would’ve had 5 more inches to go. But damn. I had never managed to get that much of my dildo inside me. Vince actually managed to stretch my insides a bit? I paced around the room a little bit and then exhaled deeply. I sat down on the couch next to Vince letting my sloppy ass juices stain the cushion. Not that it would matter. There are plenty other stains on it from Vince and his hook ups. “OK man. I know you like to tease me and pull pranks every now and then but that was way too much. I’m sorry if I gave you the impression I wanted to get fucked but that’s not the case. So no more OK?“ “Fine by me. I’ll score your ass another way.“ “Unlikely.“ We sat there together for a moment absorbing the situation. Vince looked smug while playing with his cock. “Your ass felt incredible by the way Mark.“ “Oh uh, thanks I guess.” “Yeah it felt like it belonged in there. I only wish I could’ve sunk deeper in you.“ “Well you did manage to get deeper than I’ve ever experienced.“ Then Vince’s face lit up. Like he had some sort of devilish idea. “When you go to bed tonight I might just sneak into your room and finish the job.“ “Vince no, I would rather you didn’t do that please. Boundaries man.” “OK then how about this. Let’s make a bet. If you win the bet I will stop trying to fuck you. No more dick slapping pranks, no more of my cum on the floor. If I win… well you have to do what I say for a day.“ “What would we be doing?“ I admit this bet sounded very attractive over the prospects of Vince stopping his usual pet peeves around the place. But the ‘do what I say for a day’ part sounded like it would open up a whole can of worms that I wouldn’t be prepared for. “It’s simple. I sit here with my cock pointing straight up in the air. You come on over and squat down on it. If you can fit all of my length up inside you and get your ass to touch my balls you win. If you can’t fit my full length inside you balls deep I win.“ “No way! I’m not letting you fuck me Vince!” “No one said anything about fucking. I’ll sit here still and watch you go to work. I won’t thrust my hips up in you. I’ll sit here patiently while you slide down on it. And once you touch my balls that’s it. You get up and I never hunt for your ass again. I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” Fit all of him up inside me? That’s impossible! I can’t fit all 14 inches of him. I know there are plenty of slutty guys out there who can, but I’m nowhere near that experienced. But it would be nice if I could give my living situation to some sort of normalcy. But if I cant, and in my case it seems more likely towards cant, what would Vince have me do? I know he’s wanted to fuck me for a while. He’s already sampled my ass twice. But if I have to do what he says then that may include accepting raw poz cum loads. I thought about it for a while. Vince could see the gears turning in my head. “Seems like you’re not outright turning it down. That’s a new one for you.” “I’m thinking.” I contemplated the stakes and what I was physically capable of. I looked and Vince’s cock. It’s was hard and long. His plum balls were bulbous but sagged away from his shaft. My ass was still hurting from just 9 inches of it. But a real cock might be a bit more malleable then a dildo. “How much time would I have?” “As long as you like. You can ride it all night if you like.” “What exactly would you have me do if I can’t do it?” “Nothing too crazy. Chores around the flat. Tending to my needs. You’re a strong young man. Your ass should be quite durable.” I thought about it more, but the stakes seemed too high for me, at least for now. “Could I do a trial run? I’m just really not sure I could take it.” “Absolutely! You can ride my cock as many times as you like. You’ll hear no complaints from me.” “Well I’m not really going to ride it. Just see how much I can fit.” “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.” Vince spat on his cock and was stroking it more. It looked aggressive pointing straight up. I walked over to it and stood up on the couch on my knees hovering over him. Even though I was upright his cock could still touch my ass. Holy shit am I really doing this? I grabbed his cock and stuck the tip at my hole then lowered down a bit. It went in with a squishing sound. Vince leaned his head back and sighed. “Ahhh that’s good Mark. Your ass is perfect.” I continued to lower myself. Inch after inch it slid up in me and by the time I got to the halfway point I was starting to struggle. My face winced and I forced it in deeper, one, two more inches. I felt like I was at my limit. Probably the same depth Vince achieved when I was asleep. It felt like a steal pipe inside. It wasn’t giving any sign of relaxing. “What’s wrong Mark? Having trouble?” “I don’t think I can get anymore in.” I strained my words. “Bounce your ass up and down. Work my shaft up in you.” I started to move up and then back down. First slowly then at a more moderate pace. I didn’t want to admit it but it felt damn good to have his cock in me. Vince’s mouth was hanging open with his eyes closed. He was rubbing his nipples. I guess he was enjoying himself too. “Ah yes! Good Mark! Ah fuck. Yeah keep that up. Just like that.” I wasn’t sure how much was in me but it started to feel like I was getting more in. The bouncing was helping. I reached down to grab the base of his cock. There were still quite a lot left but I must have had at least 10 inches up inside me. The more I got in the more I struggled to accommodate his length. I was starting to work up quite the sweat. In all that time I felt like I only got one more inch inside me. My guts where his cock head were located hurt. Sure there was some pleasure out of it but the pain ratio was rising the longer I was at it. “Vince… how far am I?” “You’re doing good. Oof, 10 and a half all up in you.” That was all? My efforts weren’t enough? I already felt like I couldn’t go any further and there were still a few inches left. I kept bouncing my ass up and down his cock but my legs felt weak and my insides hurt. I had to call it. “Vince… I can’t take anymore. I gotta get up.” I raised my hips but then Vince grabbed my waist and held me in place. “Don’t move! Ah fuck, Mark don’t move!” “What’s wrong?” “I’m gonna cum! Fuck if you move anymore even a little it’s gonna blast.” “I need to get off!” “I wouldn’t if I were you! It’s on a hair trigger. My balls are primed and ready. Just wait a bit for me to calm down.” I held still for a moment waiting for Vince’s cock to ease up its deadly orgasm but my legs were having trouble supporting me. I wanted to get up and away but I wasn’t sure if his cock was still on the edge. “Vince, can I move yet? It’s getting hard to keep crouching like this.” Vince was staring at his cock. His hands still gripping my waist. “Not yet. You’re so handsome and I’ve been edging so much it’s hard to keep my balls under control.” “But I can’t stay like this.” “I know what will do the trick. Can you move your leg up and plant your foot on my chest?” “Wouldn’t that be too much movement?” “Do it slowly. Bring your foot up here” He patted just below his neckline. Slowly I got my right knee up. I was carful not to move my ass too much. I balanced best I could as I brought my foot on top of Vince’s chest. “How is this helping?” “It’ll help me plenty.” Vince then grabbed my foot and brought it up to his face. He started licking my sole, running his tongue up and down moaning the whole time. It felt weird having someone lick my foot. I knew Vince was into it but I never tried it. He moved to my toes and was sucking them. It was an odd sight for me. One knee on the couch, ass squatting over his cock, my other foot in his mouth. It was embarrassing but I was getting excited. My cock was getting hard from my toes getting sucked on. I guess that was something I didn’t know I was into. But didn’t want to tell him that. “Oh Mark.” Vince moaned while sucking on my toes. Then his hips started moving. Vince’s other hand pushed down on my kneeling leg forcing my ass down on his cock more. Then he started grunting while licking between my toes “Agh fuck! Cuming! Fuck I’m cuming” “Vince no!” I paniced and tried to get up, but Vince met with my movement and brought his hips up and slammed his cock up in me. “Ah fuck Vince!” “Ah fuck Mark! There it is! Fuck!” Then I felt it. A warm spreading feeling deep inside me. He was cuming, Vince was unloading his thick rancid cum in me. “Oh shit no!” “Oh yeah. Ahhh, that’s good. Such a warm ass…” Once he was done unloading he put his hands behind his head looking at me smug. I was still squatting on his cock, a full bloating feeling inside me that came from him. I was in shock at what he did. Slowly I started to inch my way up his shaft. “That’s it. Take your time.” He watched as his monster cock slowly exited my ass. The head of his dick came out of me with a wet pop. I got on the floor laying on my back. It hurt too much to sit down. I took a moment to process what happened. I took poz cum. Vince actually got me. The bloated feeling in me must have been a giant load of cum, I could feel it working it’s way through me. I fingered my sore hole to see if any of the stuff was there. When I did u small spurt of water got on my hand. I brought it up to my face out of curiosity and I could smell it. It was piss. “Vince did you-“ “Yup I pissed in you. I didn’t actually cum. Had you going for a second.” He was laughing like he pulled off a brilliant prank. I didn’t have poz cum in me? “Oh shit! I’ve never been so relieved to have been pissed in!……… also, ew! Why would you piss in me?” “Would you have preferred it be my cum?” “No!” “Then making you my toilet boy it is. Also good job on my cock. There were only a couple inches left.” I got up to go to the bathroom and evacuate Vince’s ‘golden donation’. My insides ached. I can’t believe I rode his cock. I’m usually so careful, and I may have dodged a bullet this time but still. That whole time he was messing with me. I heard Vince shout a bit and when I got out of the bathroom he was there to meet me holding his hand up. It was filled with his thick globby cum. “Here, you’ve had my piss up your ass. Why don’t you eat my cum?” It smelled strong and there was a lot of it. I just gently moved his hand away from me. “Your loss.” He licked it up himself. Sucking his fingers. I slowly walked to my bedroom. It hurt to even walk. I laid flat on the bed with my ass facing up. I didn’t want to put pressure on it. Even after all that I was surprised that I fit so much of it in me. He said there were only a couple inches left. So I fit 12 inches of cock in me? Damn that’s a lot for me. Regardless, events today went way out of control. I was starting to think Vince might be more of a difficult roommate then I thought.

He sensed that and started to massage my balls. "Damn boy these are full of cum. When was the last time you came?", Rick asked "Last night" I barely replied. "Yeah you fuck your gf?", Rick asked "No", I said in a haze "Why not. She wanted to I bet.", Rick asked as his hands were still all over my body making me weak and horny. "Tonight yes, we were with others and yes she did." I replied "You weren't excited or horny for her" he said "No I wasn't" I moaned as he kept touching my making my body sing and smell is manly scent "So you jack off last night? " Rick asked "Yes" I moaned "Yeah you jack of to seeing me and Jeff fuck" Rick said. His hands were now focusing on my bottom area and my legs on their own spread further and my butt lifted to give him access. "Yes I did, it was hot", I said "You saw him having so much pleasure didn't you" Rick said while working his way past my balls and playing with my asshole teasing it. My legs spread even wider. My cock and balls were all wet from all my precum. "Yes", i managed to get out in my drunken and aroused state Rick pushed my head back in his arm pit and I just inhaled deeply. He smelled so good. "What were you thinking of when you were jacking off again last night", he whispered in my ear handling my body looking at me I thought of my answer but didn't want to blurt it out. As I thought of it my cock throbbed and more precum pushed out of my cock. "I thought so. Tell me.", Rick said sternly "Seeing you fuck him with your monster cock", I blurted. I started to blush but I was so high with his scent and horny again. His finger was now pushing in. I tensed. He saw that and with his other hand started to play with the head of my cock. I just moaned. "Yeah you could see he was in heat enjoying my cock and craving my cum in him" Rick said "Yes" I blurted His fingers were not pushing in. It hurt, instantly he leaned in and started to suck on my tits hard. The pain made me jump giving him more access to my hole and he pushed in. I felt his nail scrape my inside. "Ohhh", I moaned loudly "Yeah just relax and enjoy. We are just two guys hanging out enjoying our bodies. ", Rick whispered in my ear brushing his lips against it. I felt an electric shock. He kept working my hole teasing it and then pushing in further each time. I just moaned and let go at this point. I knew he had HIV but was so in the moment. "Ohhhhhhh", I let out another loud moan Then his middle finger slipped all the way in, my eyes pushed out of my head from both the pain and the pleasure. "Ughhhhhhh", I let out a gutteral moan "Yeah feels good doesn't it. Rick said "Ohhh yes", I moaned. My cock was leaking so much now. With that Rick went down on my cock in one motion and started to suck me off. "AHHHHHHHH" I moaned I wanted to pull away but it felt so good. He was sucking me off and swirling my cock head with his tongue, his hands on my balls and one teasing my hole. My body reacted and my ass lifted up. His finger was now working my hole and I felt two fingers in my swirling in me. It hurt as he has big fingers and I had never had anything in my ass before. I panicked but couldn't do anything, my body was in ecstasy.

It’s become a tradition for me that I hope to keep as long as possible to travel to Gran Canaria for NYE and an extra week into January. I will link to those tales at the bottom of the post as it helps me keep track. Also I posted a quick status update previously but after reviewing the night I miscounted the load tally 2 lower than it was. Let’s get started with the basics for those that don’t know. Gran Canaria is the biggest gay travel destination in Europe, even before Berlin as in Gran Canaria there is no escaping all the horny gays in Maspalomas on the south coast. Maspalomas has a gay epicenter with tons of gay bars, drag shows and cruise clubs. So let’s dive into the title. I went to bed with 20 loads 💦 in my butt after a successful day / evening. It started in the late afternoon with a repeat with one of the best dicks in town. A sexy Spanish top that’s very hung but also his dick is so beautiful you just have to look and admire. He eased in after a little sucking to start it off. He loves my ass so it took him only 7-8 min to cum a big load inside me. I’m the self appointed king of home daytime hookups on these trips so I continued Gods work into the evening. Then followed a series of 5 hookups. One disappointing as he couldn’t cum (too tired to) and 4 others mostly nothing memorable but it did get me a few loads. Then followed the last hookup before going out and this was another highlight. A bottom staying close by needed to cum so I arranged to come over. Turns out he has a very nice dick and when bottoms fuck each other like that there is something about the mutual understanding for giving the load and no pressure from the receptive bottom on the performance. So there are no games. He was a sexy Brit and after kissing for a bit we started the fuck, a super nice 12 min fuck where he ended cumming tons deep into me. I’d say equivalent of 4 regular loads. After this I was invited to a local sex party from a top I got to know last year. He had another top and a verse guy and they wanted to have a little fuck party for the «early ish» evening, until a little after midnight. It was a fun and relaxed party. I got 2 loads during the party. We tried all sorts of combinations with sucking and fucking and did a couple of DP to open me up, was very fun. Now at this point I definitely had got enough (if you’re keeping track it’s 8 loads and lots of action) but the marathon bottom I am decided to end the night at Construction, one of the main Cruise Bars. I got there around 1:30 and it was busy AF but guys were both coming and leaving. I circled the area one time and decided to set camp in the brighter part of the darkroom where there is a big mattress often with 4-5 bottoms getting fucked. It was comparatively empty despite the crowd so I knew it would be a smart choice. The first hour or so I played with 4-5 guys. Each one took their time and only one of them came. Then a little bit later I was audibly fucked and cum into with a big load from a sexy muscle man. This was a turning point as we slut bottoms know that one load leads to another often and at this point it was getting well known that I had among the sloppiest asses in the club. 5 tops in a row who all had seen me get fucked and bred by someone fucked me and came within about 5 min of starting the fucks. The men were enjoying the show and I was becoming the clubs unofficial cumdump. It slows down for a moment and at that point a guy fully clothed walks in and goes int a corner. There was something about him so I walk over and start to feel him up and get the silent approval for going for his dick. I suck him off a bit but he was keen on fucking so we got right to it. He of course immediately noticed how fucking wet I was and commented on it. It made him super horny so he was cumming hard within a few minutes. We had a little talk after and he asked me «how many loads» to which I replied «15 with yours now» which made him immediately very horny again. We took a short bathroom break and he gave me a second fuck and came again. After that he positioned me in a place where you had a good view and was advertising my ass with 16 loads in it to the now thinning crowd and was whoring out my ass for about 20-30 min where several guys were enjoying fucking the now very open very wet with cum hole which netted 3 more loads until he himself gave me one final small and 3rd load. At this point it was about 4am the crowd was thinning so it was a perfect ending for me and I happily went to bed with all that remained of the 20 loads taken. 💦🐽 You can happily read my older horny tales of whoring and taking loads here from last year: And here is the one from the year before that again:

Pits and pecs.

I live when a guy doesn't ask. He just starts to piss while I'm sucking his cock. I especially love if he holds my head to I can't pull away.

Rick was still behind rubbing my chest and shoulders, once in a while teasing my nipples which still sent shockwaves down to my cock even though I had just cum. His head next to mine whispering in my ear. "Yeah good boy. How did that feel. You came good.", he said "It was amazing. I never felt such a strong orgasm before. What you said about my nipples and perineum was so right. It felt so good", I said He stood up and moved to the side of me. His cock was sticking out at me only a few inches from my face. "Yes and there is so much more I can teach you about your body and giving into your pleasure. I want to make you feel so good." Rick said his lips burshing against my ear. I leaned into his lips. As I turned I saw his huge meat. "Sorry you were so busy helping me you didn't cum yet", I said "Its fine. I wanted to help you experience deep pleasure. Did you really enjoy it?", he asked I nodded, "Yes it was incredible, I am still calming down from the high", i replied. While my cock was not erect it was still a little hard. That normally doesn't happen. "You still look horny my boy", he said looking at my cock and stroking his "Yeah still energized, normally I go soft by now. I don't know why its still hard", I replied Rick then knelt by me. And started to massage my legs and relax me. "Ohhh boy you came a gallon didn't you. We better get you cleaned up. Do you mind if I help?" Rick asked "Sure its all over me" I replied "Do you mind if I taste your cum" he asked I didn't know what to say. I thought for a second. He tasted my leak so might as well. I nodded. He took his fingers and scooped it up and placed it in his mouth and sucked his fingers. The way he did it was so sensual and then he swirled it in his mouth to taste it and then swallow. All the while looking me in the eyes. "You taste so good Dan. Here try it", he said while scooping it up and placing it in my mouth like earlier today. He sensually teased my mouth and massaged my mouth and tongue. It waslike my mouth and tongue were having sexy with his finger, so sensual and erotic. I tasted my cum and swallowed. "Tastes good right", he asked with his fingers still teasing my mouth. I nodded. He fingers pulled out and seductively touched my lips. He scooped up more and lightly seductively entered my mouth again this time he instructed me. "Yeah just suck my finger baby, enjoy the flavour of your sweet cum, taste it baby, its sweet nectar, that's it tongue it, suck on my finger. Make my finger feel good baby. Ohhh yeah" he said His words taking control of my mouth and tongue. My tongue flicked his finger tips and swirled around his finger and sucked on it like it was food. I tasted and savored my cum. It did taste good. "Dan, you are so handsome and beautiful " he said staring at me His words were working their magic. His left hand was now massaging my thigh. My cock was hard again. "That's it baby good boy" he said pulling out his finger slowly and swirling my lips. In the moment my lips reached out to suck his finger again, like it was missing his finger in my mouth and I sucked on it again. Holding onto his finger in my mouth. "Yeah you like that don't you" he said smiling at me His finger scooped up more cum and again back in my mouth and was hungry for his finger and my cum. I tongued, licked and sucked on his finger. Again he pulled it out and teased my lips. My lips responded on their own and kissed his finger and my tongue stuck out and licked it. "Hmmm yeah good boy", Rick said teasing me. His hand on my thigh making me feel good. He scooped up more cum from my belly and smeared it on my lips. My mouth tried to reach out for his finger but he pulled it away. "No, just lick it off your lips", he said I did in a hungry sexy way, licking my lips while Rick stared at me "Do you mind if I lick it off of you please? There is so much to clean up" he said smiling "Ughh ok just not my cock" I said "Ok" he replied as he patted my thigh and kept it there. He moved closer to me our bodies touching, his cock now poking my left leg and he leaned over and grabbed my hand holding my hard cock and moved it over off the side. He squeezed my hand as he moved it thereby squeezing my cock. It throbbed and leak some cum. He then started to lick the cum off me. Starting at my groin and pubic area. I shivered as the way he licked up the cum caused a shock of pleasure. Licking and sucking and nibbling the cum out of my pubic hair and slurping so close at the base of my cock. Then he worked up my belly sucking the cum in my belly button. I let out a soft moan. Then up my abs and chest, licking and sucking causing shocks down to my cock. I started to breath harder. Then he started to suck and lick both my nipples that were covered in my cum. Electricity to my now rock hard cock. He kept on my nipples licking them and teasing them even after the cum was all gone. It felt so good I let out a soft moan. He then sucked and pulled gently on my nipples with his teeth. "Aaahhhh", I moaned whipping my head back in both pain and pleasure. He went on teasing my nipples and sucking on them for what seemed like an hour but was only not even a minute. At this point my cock was leaking precum again. He stayed there for a while working them then up my neck licking the cum off the side of my neck and also nibble. I let out another soft slightly high pitch moan. Then the cum on my ear lobe as he sucked it and I melted and let out another moan. My hand on its own started to massage my cock now which was leaking precum again. "Yeah you got cum all over.", Rick said our lips inches away. "Do you mind helping me? I didn't get a chance to cum yet", he said "Sure how can I help", I said. As the words left my mouth I reminded myself he has HIV.

Started quoting dicks I liked, and was just adding all of them. That really sums me up. These are from a year ago or so before caging.

Chapter 22: Darkness on the Edge of Town City Streets. 21:02 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Elias drove like a madman through the city to reach St. Barton’s cemetery. As he did so, his mind was racing, flooded with images of smilers and Tex and his squadmates, and theories about what might be going on. He imagined a multitude of awful scenarios of events that had no basis in fact, and were only the conjurings of a panicked mind. “He’ll be fine, and stop thinking of the worst,” Elias kept telling himself as he drove. “We’ll get to the bottom of this.” Finally, the large iron gate that fronted the cemetery came into view, and Elias felt like time was slowing down as he approached it. Parking the car in a convenient accessible spot, he turned off its engine, and practically leapt from the car. Tex was already coming toward him from the gate, looking shaken but otherwise normal. Elias took a mental sigh of relief as he saw that his friend was unharmed and had not become a smiler. “Thank fuck you’re here, Eli,” Tex said gratefully. “Are you hurt?” Elias asked quickly. “No, the thing didn’t touch me at all.” “Good. I don’t want to see you get hurt, too. Tell me what happened.” Tex recounted the bizarre sequence of events: Dr. Grant’s odd behavior, the discovery of Pixel’s data drive, the encounter at the cemetery, and the abrupt abduction that left Tex with no real answers. As he spoke, Elias kept getting flashes of things that he took to be the product of an overactive imagination – one involved a nightclub. Another was a convenience store. And a third showed him something involving an EMT crew. The images would flash across his brain for only an instant, leaving him with echoes that he couldn’t understand. As they poured in, Elias kept forgetting to listen to Tex’s story, but Tex didn’t seem to notice that he didn’t have his friend’s full attention. Elias put his cold hand to his forehead as if a headache was coming on. Tex took the gesture to mean that Elias was processing all his details. “What are we going to do?” Tex finally asked. Elias shook off the last of the strange visions. “Do you have your gun?” “In the glove compartment.” Elias pulled his jacket open to one side to show his own weapon. “We’re going to stop them. There’s… been a new development.” Tex blinked once, and his face went slightly slack. “Aw, hell, what now?” Whatever the news was, it was going to be bad. “I heard the voice again right before you called. Whoever is leading the smilers has started mobilizing them. If they’re not stopped tonight, the whole city could be overrun with smilers by morning!” “Shit. Then we better get going.” Tex and Elias started moving toward Elias’s car. “But where are they going? Do you know their plans?” Elias inhaled sharply before speaking. “I have some ideas. Been getting glimpses of what they’re doing. Most of it seems to center around downtown and the warehouse district. I’m going to start with downtown, see if I come across any of them.” “I’ll come, too.” “No, I think we ought to split up,” Elias objected. “Covers more ground that way. You can at least warn people if one of them shows up. You know what to look for, but civilians don’t.” Tex weighed this, and nodded his head, though he wasn’t sure about the idea of separating again. “All right. That’s probably better. The more lives we can protect, the better. My car’s over there.” Tex pointed in the direction of his earlier parking. “Great. Call me if you discover anything.” Elias hesitated before re-entering his vehicle, and turned back to look Tex square in the eye. “Even if it’s one of our team, don’t hesitate to shoot him.” “Shoot to kill?” “Only if you absolutely must. We’re soldiers. We know what we sign up for. But self-preservation takes priority. Trevor would kill me if something happened to you.” He embraced his friend, aware that it might be the last time they see each other. Tex accepted the gesture, and said nothing. When the embrace was broken, Elias heard the voice again. He’s vulnerable. You’re alone. Breed him now! It would be so easy. Just tell yourself it’s your husband. Elias felt his manhood stir as he gazed on his friend. Nervous butterflies welled up in his gut as the sexual tension cried out for release. Elias felt a growl of lust grow in his chest. You can do it. It’s your mission, soldier! A small pool of saliva caught in Elias’s throat. He could just spit it out on Tex’s face, and start the mating process, and this would all be over for both of them. One little slip. Just open your mouth, and let him have it. It would not be your first time infecting. Elias prepared the slightly grey ball of slime for ejection, and in an impressive act of self-control, he spat it to one side, missing Tex completely. Tex looked at him with surprise and curiosity. “Smiler spit?” Tex enquired, already knowing his friend was near the precepice. “Plehh. Yeah. It’s gross. It’s like a sinus infection.” Tex recognized that as his cue to disappear before Elias lost all control. “I… uh… I’m just going to go now. Be safe, pardner.” With that, Tex turned and hurriedly rushed back to his own vehicle. His feet couldn’t get him there fast enough. A sudden flash in Elias’s brain had him staggering weakly, and without a doubt he knew exactly where he needed to go next. He could feel it: Zero begging, pleading not to be forced to go through with his attack as he could feel Zero’s jaws clamp down onto someone’s shoulder. Zero. Zero was a weak link in the chain. And he needed to act fast if he wanted to keep it that way. —----- Alleyway, Warehouse District. 21:22 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. The music was the last sane thing he could hear. The heavy, pounding bass from the nightclub pulsed through the alleyway like a heartbeat — steady, human, normal. A reminder of life. Of people. Of safety. Mason clung to it mentally even as his body dragged the man—Matt, they’d called him Matt—farther and farther away. His nails dug into Matt’s wrist, grip iron-tight, muscles moving without permission. The stranger stumbled behind him, weak and shuddering from the infection-slime already working its way beneath his skin. No, no, no—stop—stop making me move him—stop making me hurt him— But Zero moved anyway. Each step carried him deeper into the alley, past dumpsters and rusted fire escapes, until the glow of neon faded and the thumping bass softened into a distant echo, then into silence. Concrete walls boxed them in. Night air sank cold teeth into his overheated skin. Shadows stretched long over the pavement. Zero stopped walking only when the music was completely gone. When the world was quiet enough for him to hear the sound inside his own skull. That awful, suffocating command. A pressure like an invisible fist tightening around the softest parts of his mind. Obey, Zero. The Alpha. The voice slid into him like hot wire, coiling around every nerve, every thought. Zero — Mason — gritted his teeth, body jerking as he attempted to resist. His spine arched involuntarily, muscles spasming, breath coming out in hitched bursts. He felt tears sting his eyes, not because of pain—even though the pain was unbearable—but because of the helplessness. “I don’t want this,” he whispered inside his own mind, the words barely forming through the static. “I don’t want to do this to him. I don’t want to hurt anyone else.” His brain pulsed in response — a psychic blow that made the edges of his vision blur. You exist to spread me. Use the gifts I have given you and follow my wishes willingly. Or I will make you hurt. The Alpha’s voice was a roar, but also a whisper under his skin. Mocking. Commanding. Triumphant. Zero clenched his jaw, fighting to stay himself. Fighting to remember anything that wasn’t this haze, this fire, this crawling pressure under his skull. Just breathe. Remember something else. Anything else— A flash. White lights. Sterile hallways. The cold metal of an examination table against his spine. Krell’s voice thanking him for his “service” as the infection needle slid beneath his skin. Another flash. Blood on the ground near the back of an ambulance. The horrified gasp of an EMT. The man’s face — young, terrified — as Zero’s body lunged without warning. Zero felt nausea twist through him. God. No. No, I hurt him. I hurt him— He remembered the bite. The taste of copper. The sickening slicing of skin giving way. But he also remembered—dimly, desperately trying to hold onto the thought—that he had angled himself away from the EMT’s throat at the very last second. Using whatever remnants of control he had to avoid the major vessels. Avoid killing him. Please be okay, he begged silently. Please. His shoulders shook. Matt groaned faintly behind him, the man’s legs barely holding him upright. Zero turned to look at him — and for a moment, Mason surged up in his own body, horrified at what he saw. The bite marks on Matt’s shoulder were already darkening. The edges pulsed faintly as the infection spread. The man’s breath came in soft, broken whimpers, half-conscious, helpless. Zero reached out, trembling, wanting to support him, to keep him from falling— But the Alpha shoved his thoughts aside like sweeping dust. He is yours. Complete it. Add him to our ranks. Zero’s knees buckled. He collapsed halfway, catching himself on one hand, the other still locked around Matt’s wrist. His head dropped, hair falling into his face, breath shuddering through clenched teeth. “I don’t want to,” he whispered internally, biting the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood. “I don’t want this. I don’t want to be this.” The Alpha’s laughter pulsed like a migraine. Your desires are irrelevant. You were made to obey. Krell may have done it wrong, but you are mine regardless. A choking sound tore from Mason’s throat. His mind throbbed, vision going white at the edges as the Alpha tightened its psychic grip. Matt sagged against him, weak and pliant. Zero caught him reflexively—and hated himself for how instinctual the movement felt. For how natural the Alpha made all of this seem. “N-not him,” Mason begged inside his head. “Please—anyone but him—” The Alpha ignored the words. Ignored the tears. Ignored the humanity. The pressure increased. Zero’s back arched sharply. He slapped a palm against the concrete wall to stay upright. Matt slid partially down, barely conscious. Finish it. Make him ours, Zero. NOW. Zero bit down on a sob, trying desperately to anchor himself to anything that was his. His name. His memories. His reason. Mason Hawke. Mason Hawke. I’m Mason Hawke— But the Alpha crushed the thought instantly, like grinding glass under its heel. His body twitched violently. Matt stirred weakly, reaching out a trembling hand toward Zero, eyes unfocused. That single human gesture — instinctive, reaching for help — nearly shattered Mason. No. Please. Don’t touch me. I can’t stop myself. Please. Please… run… But Matt couldn’t run. And Zero couldn’t stop. And the Alpha whispered triumphantly in the bleeding ruin of his mind. The alleyway felt like it existed outside of time. Once the club’s pulsing bass faded into nothing, the darkness pressed in around them, thicker and more suffocating with every passing second. Mason could still sense the faint echo of neon lights flickering somewhere behind him, but here, in this deeper pocket of shadow, the world narrowed to only two things: the burning in his veins and the limp, fever-warm weight of Matt’s body against his own. Matt clung to him without strength, his fingers curling weakly in the torn front of Zero’s suit. His breath came in shallow, trembling bursts, and the infection was already beginning to twist his reactions — making him seek contact, heat, anything to ease the overwhelming internal wildfire consuming him. When Matt lifted his head to look at him, his eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide. He wasn’t fully conscious, but he wasn’t unconscious either; caught in some agonizing, feverish middle ground. “Please…” Matt whispered, the word slipping out of him like a breath he hadn’t meant to release. His voice was slurred, desperate, soft in a way that made Mason’s chest ache. “Don’t… don’t go… feels too hot… I need something… I need you in me…” Zero froze, but the Alpha didn’t hesitate. A psychic pressure tightened inside his skull with an almost physical force, urging him to act, pushing him forward like a marionette pulled by invisible strings. Mason tried to force his muscles to still, to create space between their bodies, but the Alpha’s command overrode him instantly, sending a tremor down his spine and compelling his hands to settle on Matt’s hips, pulling him closer. Inside, Mason recoiled. He begged. He pleaded. He told the Alpha that Matt wasn’t choosing this — that he wasn’t thinking clearly, that he was infected and fever-delirious. But the Alpha dismissed every thought with cold indifference, focusing only on the primal need to spread itself further. A voice that felt like hot wire wound tight around Mason’s mind repeated its command with delight in his helplessness. In his arms, Matt trembled, his body arching subtly toward the contact. “Please,” he murmured again, more breath than voice, “I’m burning…” Mason felt his throat close. He didn’t want this. Not like this. Not with someone who wasn’t in their right mind — someone he was supposed to protect, not violate. But his hands kept moving, numb and mechanical, as if detached from him entirely. The Alpha’s mental grip tightened, squeezing out any resistance he tried to muster, forcing him to prepare Matt in the way the infection demanded. His fingers shook as he touched the waistband of the torn spandex suit, and when Matt shuddered in response, the Alpha pulsed a note of satisfaction through his mind. Tears blurred Mason’s vision before he realized he was crying. He pressed his forehead to Matt’s shoulder, trying to find some part of himself that would still listen to reason, some part that hadn’t been drowned out by the infection’s influence. Matt sagged against him, barely able to support his own weight, his breath hitching in small, pained gasps that made Mason’s heart twist further. He whispered internally to the man in his arms — apologies, pleas, promises he couldn’t keep — anything to feel like he wasn’t completely gone. But the Alpha continued pushing, relentless and cruel, punishing any attempt to stop or slow down with spikes of searing psychic pain. Mason’s grip tightened involuntarily as the Alpha forced his next movement. Zero’s head dipped down, almost in shame and guilt as he slowly began to pull Matt’s black spandex pants down over his ass, watching as he seemed to arch into his touch. With one smooth motion, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard and throbbing cock, and quickly spit in Matt’s face, watching as he seemed to relax more. “At least it won’t hurt for you like it did me.” Zero whispered to himself, swallowing thickly as he gently rubbed the man’s back. He pulled Matt’s hips to his own and in one hard motion, breeched his ass and methodically began to fuck him, feeling as his cock began to leak inside the warm tight confines of the man’s ass. Refusing to focus on the feeling around his cock, the pleasured murmur in his mind from the Alpha, the way his balls seemed to ache with the need for release into the now-willing flesh underneath him. He tried desperately to ignore how Matt groaned and sighed, sounding like his world was now complete with the monster Mason had become claiming his body for infection. His awareness seemed to fracture as he went through the motions. His consciousness receded into a tight, shaking corner inside himself while his body acted on a script he never would have chosen. He sobbed openly now, forehead pressed against Matt’s fever-hot skin, each breath a tremor. He felt the Alpha surge again, a dark wave of triumph as it sensed completion approaching. “Please…” Mason begged inside his own mind, though he had no idea who he was speaking to anymore. “Someone… stop me… please…” And then something shifted in the air. A faint sensation, like weight displaced. Like a presence intruding. Mason felt it before he heard it — a crackling tension brushing against the edges of his awareness. A voice followed, sharp and familiar, cutting through the haze like a blade. “ZERO! STEP AWAY FROM HIM.” Zero jerked violently, his entire body recoiling even before he registered the source. He lifted his head, tears streaming down his face, and saw a silhouette framed at the mouth of the alley — tall, steady, gun raised with unwavering certainty. Elias Kade. Reaper. Aiming a gun with tense hands squarely at him. Recognition hit Mason with brutal force. Relief, shame, longing, panic — all tangled inside him like barbed wire. His lips parted, and a broken, grateful sound escaped him before he could stop it. “E… Elias…” Saying the name felt like touching a live wire. The Alpha erupted inside him, enraged by the defiance, slamming agony through his skull so violently he nearly collapsed. His fingers spasmed, finally releasing Matt completely, letting the man slump onto the ground beside him. Mason fell with him, clutching his head, trembling uncontrollably as the Alpha punished him. Elias stepped closer, voice no longer sharp but cautious, steady, coaxing him back from the brink. “Zero… look at me. Stay with me. Let go of him and just listen to the sound of my voice.” Mason curled inward, shaking, unable to stop the sobs tearing from him. He could barely hear Elias over the Alpha’s violent screaming in his mind. Until the voice changed. Softened. Shifted into something only one person ever said to him. “…Mason. Please. I know you don’t want to do this.” The world stilled. Something inside Zero cracked wide open. With a desperate, guttural breath, he dragged himself toward the sound he’d been aching for, the tether he needed more than air. He surged forward, collapsing into Elias’s arms with the last of his strength, burying his face against the man’s chest as the Alpha reeled in fury. Elias caught him without hesitation, arms tight, grounding him in a way nothing else could. The moment Zero collapsed against Elias, the Alpha screamed. It wasn’t sound — not in the physical sense. It was a pressure, a violent psychic wail that clawed at the inside of Mason’s skull, trying to wrench control back, furious at his act of rebellion. His body convulsed, muscles tightening in jerks as if someone had jammed live wires beneath his skin. Elias tightened his hold, grounding him with steady strength. “Zero—Mason—look at me. We have to move. Now. The cops will be here any second and they’ll call the paramedics to help him. He’ll be okay.” Mason nodded weakly, forehead still pressed against Elias’s shoulder, his clawed fingers clutching the fabric of Elias’s coat like a lifeline. He knew the Alpha was only seconds away from forcing his body to lash out. He could already feel the twitch in his limbs — the subtle beginning of a command he didn’t want to obey. To attack his friend and incapacitate him. “I’ll go,” Mason rasped. “Just… don’t let go. Please don’t let go.” Elias swallowed hard, something flickering in his expression, and eased Mason upright. He kept one arm around him, the other raised with the gun firmly trained on Zero’s center mass. He moved with the caution of someone approaching a bomb with a loose wire. And Mason didn’t blame him. He welcomed it. “Good,” Mason whispered, voice raw. “K-keep it pointed at me. If I change—if I snap—just do it.” “Don’t say that.” Elias’s voice was low but firm, strained by something deeper than fear. “Just keep talking to me. Stay here. Stay present.” Together they staggered out of the alley, Elias supporting most of Zero’s weight even as he kept the gun steady. Behind them, distant shouts echoed — security guards, club staff, frightened partygoers calling for help — but Elias guided them in the opposite direction, slipping into narrower, darker streets where no one would follow. Mason’s breath hitched as the Alpha hissed again inside his skull. Traitor. You will pay for denying me! For siding with that abomination! A spike of pain shot down his spine, forcing him to double over. Elias caught him, steadying him before he could collapse. Zero clung to him on instinct, fingers curling into Elias’s coat as another tremor ran through his body. “Easy,” Elias murmured, his voice rough with controlled urgency. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” “You don’t,” Mason whispered, shaking as he forced the words out. “He—It—The Alpha—he wants me to attack you. He’s screaming at me to turn around. Every time you touch me he gets louder.” Elias adjusted his grip, pulling Mason closer against his side as they hurried down another block. “Then hold onto me harder,” he said quietly. “If it keeps him out of your head, just do it.” Mason nodded and did just that. He pressed so close to Elias that their steps synced, his breath trembling against the collar of Elias’s jacket. And strangely — impossibly — the Alpha recoiled. The psychic pressure didn’t fade, but it shifted, disoriented, like the proximity to Elias disrupted its signal. “Eli…” Mason choked, voice barely audible. “Stay close. Please. It confuses him. It hurts him.” “Then I’m not going anywhere.” Another wave of agony hit Zero’s mind. This time he groaned aloud, pulling away just enough to brace himself against a brick wall. Elias’s gun tracked every movement, barrel unwavering, eyes sharp and pained at once. “Talk to me,” Elias commanded. “Stay with me, Mason. Don’t let him pull you under.” Zero shook with effort, using the wall to keep himself upright. “He’s telling me to bring you to him. To knock you out so he can bring you to his side. Over and over. He’s angry I didn’t finish—finish what he wanted with the man. He says you’re next. He says he’ll take my body and use it to—” His voice cracked. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Elias stepped closer slowly, the gun still up but his free hand hovering near Mason’s shoulder. “You won’t,” he said, though his voice trembled with the weight of uncertainty. “I trust you more than he does.” Mason huffed out a pained, broken laugh. “You shouldn’t.” “I should. And I do.” Another twitch rippled through Mason’s arm — a sharp jerk toward Elias. The Alpha testing its control. Zero sucked in a breath, slammed his fist into the wall to stop the motion, and cried out as pain radiated through his knuckles. “Keep it pointed at me,” he gasped. “If he takes over, don’t hesitate.” Elias’s jaw tightened, but he nodded once. “Understood.” They moved again, hurrying down the block. Mason leaned into Elias — clinging to him, using him as an anchor, as a shield, as the only thing that kept the Alpha from seizing his limbs completely. He could feel the Alpha pushing, stuttering, writhing in confusion each time Elias steadied him. It was almost like Elias’s presence created interference — like he was the only signal strong enough to weaken the Alpha’s hold. Finally, Elias slowed. “We’re almost there,” he said, breath visible in the cool air and looked back down the alley way at the crumpled form on the ground. Flashlights were now shining on it as indecipherable yells echoed across the buildings. “The car’s on the next street. The police found him and will get him to the hospital.” Mason nodded, trembling violently, sweat cold on his forehead. Every step felt like walking on a knife’s edge — one wrong move and the Alpha would shove him into a violent lunge. Elias must have known that, too, because he kept the gun raised until they reached a nondescript black sedan parked under a flickering streetlight. He opened the back door one-handed and guided Mason inside before sliding in right next to him. The gun never left his hand. He kept it trained on Mason even as the car door shut with a muffled thud. Mason collapsed sideways, pressing his forehead against Elias’s shoulder again, breath ragged. “Don’t stop pointing it at me,” he whispered. “Not until I say.” Elias swallowed, then nodded, adjusting his grip on the weapon. His other hand hovered a few inches away, hesitant but ready to steady Mason again if he faltered. Zero curled in closer, shaking uncontrollably. “I’m trying,” he whispered. “I’m trying so hard to stay myself.” “And I’m right here,” Elias said softly. “As long as you hold onto me, he doesn’t get to win.” Mason closed his eyes, clinging to the warmth of Elias’s presence like a dying man holding on to the last light he could still see.

Part 3: A Perfect Man's Safe Poison The morning after is a quiet horror. The biker's load, which felt like a sacred gift yesterday, now feels like a ticking time bomb in your gut. You sit at your desk, the fluorescent lights of your office humming with a sterile indifference, but all you can hear is the frantic drumming of your own heart. You try to work, to lose yourself in spreadsheets and emails, but your mind keeps replaying the scene: the tattoo you saw—those sharp, menacing arcs pointing down towards his cock, a part of a larger, intimidating design. The used condom. The word "us" whispered in your ear like a vow. You open a private browser window. Your fingers, trembling slightly, type in the search query: "HIV transmission risk from single exposure, anonymous encounter." The results are a cascade of clinical terms and terrifying statistics. "Viral load." "Acute infection." "Window period." Each word is a nail in the coffin of your sanity. You click on a link to a forum, a place for people to share their stories of fear and diagnosis. You scroll through anonymous posts, each one a mirror of your own rising panic. One post includes a picture, a diagram of the body showing transmission points. And next to it, a user's avatar. It's a tattoo. Your breath catches in your throat. It's the same style. Sharp, tribal arcs. And in the center, unmistakably, is the biohazard symbol. The lines frame it and point downwards, just like the biker's. Your mind races. You click on the user's profile, and their signature line links to a photo gallery. You click. The page loads, and it's a gallery of the tattoo from every angle. On chests, on arms, on backs. Dozens of men, all marked with the same symbol, the same tribal arrows pointing down towards their cocks. It's a brand. A signature. A brotherhood. You stare at the screen, the pieces clicking into place with horrifying clarity. It wasn't just a tattoo. It was a declaration. The biker wasn't just some random guy; he was part of this world, a world you didn't even know existed until this very moment. He was one of them. The used condom, the word "us"—it all takes on a new, sinister meaning. He wasn't just fucking you; he was inducting you. The fear you feel is no longer just about a virus. It's about a culture, a brotherhood you may have just been forced to join. Your search history shifts. You're no longer just looking for risks. You're typing in new words, words that feel both forbidden and magnetic: "bug chasing," "gift giving," "poz breeding." The forum links appear, and you click, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The horror is still there, but now it's mixed with a dark, terrifying curiosity. You slam the laptop shut. No. This is not you. You are a successful 49-year-old man. You have a husband, a life, a future. This was a glitch, a moment of madness. It will not happen again. You make a vow, a silent, desperate promise to yourself: Never again. You need to be safe. That night, in the sterile quiet of your empty apartment, you open the app on your phone. It's a well-known platform for men to meet, a digital meat market where you can usually find anything you want, but tonight, you're not hunting for a thrill. You're seeking refuge. You filter with surgical precision. "Safe only." "D&D free." You scroll past the endless parade of shirtless torsos and the "anything goes" profiles, your eyes scanning for keywords of responsibility. And then you find him. His profile is a shrine to sanity. The main picture shows a muscular, hairy chest, the kind of powerful, masculine frame you've always been drawn to. There's no face pic, just the promise of a solid, warm body. His stats are perfect. His bio reads: "Visiting for business. Hotel fun. Sane, safe, and sorted. Safe only. No drama." He's the antidote. He's the proof that the world you used to live in still exists. Your heart pounds with a different kind of adrenaline—the adrenaline of hope. You message him. The conversation flows easily. He's witty, intelligent, and just as eager for a connection as you are. He's staying at a modern, business-class hotel downtown. You agree to meet the next evening, after work. A proper date, almost. A return to normalcy. You arrive at the hotel, your palms sweating. You take the elevator up, the soft music a stark contrast to the roaring in your head. He opens the door, and you're relieved to see he's just a guy. He's handsome, with a kind face that matches his warm personality. He's dressed in casual jeans, no shirt, no socks, his bare feet on the plush carpet. He looks relaxed, approachable. "Hey, come on in," he says, his voice warm and inviting. "I'm Mark." You step inside. The room is clean, orderly. He offers you a glass of wine, and you take one, needing the alcohol to steady your nerves. You sit on the couch, and he sits right next to you, close enough that your knees are almost touching. You make small talk, the wine loosening your tongue, the tension slowly easing from your shoulders. He puts a hand on your thigh, and you don't flinch. He leans in and kisses you, and it's a nice, normal kiss. It's not a battle for dominance; it's a meeting of mouths, a gentle exploration. He takes off your shirt, his hands roaming over your chest and back. You cuddle on the couch, his arm wrapped around you, the scene one of comfortable intimacy. It feels good. It feels safe. As he's kissing your neck, his hand drifts down to your crotch, grabbing your bulge. He feels the hard steel of your PA through your pants and stops. "Wow," he murmurs against your skin. "What's this?" You unzip and pull out your cock. He looks at your 00g PA ring, his eyes wide with genuine fascination. "That's beautiful," he says, his voice full of admiration. "Is that a tribal dream ring? I've never seen one in person." He touches it gently, his fingers tracing the intricate curves of the metal. His fascination is respectful, almost scholarly. This is a world away from the biker's growled, "Not so innocent as it seems." This is admiration, not possession. The wine and the closeness are making you both incredibly relaxed, a warm, hazy cloud of comfort settling over the room. He leans in and takes your cock in his mouth. He's not just sucking it; he's worshipping it. He spends an almost embarrassing amount of time on your PA, rolling the heavy steel with his tongue, flicking the balls with the tip of his tongue, making you moan with a pleasure that is deep, but somehow... hollow. It feels good, but it's missing the ownership, the primal claim of the biker. This guy is admiring a museum piece; the biker was testing his property. You're both rock-hard now, the air thick with a different kind of need—a safe, sane, consensual need. He pulls off, his lips glistening. He looks at you, his eyes full of desire and respect. "I want to fuck you," he says, his voice a low, gentle rumble. You nod, your heart pounding. This is it. This is the plan. This is safety. He stands up and takes your hand, leading you to the bed. He doesn't just push you down. He positions you gently, guiding you onto your hands and knees. He gets behind you, and you feel his hands on your ass, spreading your cheeks. And then you feel his tongue. He rims you for what feels like an eternity, his tongue exploring you with a patient, thorough intensity that is both incredibly pleasurable and deeply frustrating. It's the kind of rimming you'd fantasize about in your old life, but now, it just feels like a delay. You want the raw, brutal entry, not this gentle, teasing worship. Finally, he pulls away. You hear the drawer of the nightstand open. You hear the crinkle of foil. He pulls a condom from the drawer. It's not a cheap one—it's a black, XXL Magnum, the kind of serious protection for a serious cock. The foil packet gleams under the hotel lights like a badge of honor. He rips it open with his teeth, a confident, practiced motion. A wave of relief washes over you. This is what you wanted. This is what you needed. But deep inside, a small, dark voice whispers: Coward. This isn't what you want. Your cock, which was rock-hard and throbbing from the rimming, starts to soften. He notices immediately. He stops, his expression shifting from desire to concern. "Hey, you okay?" he asks, his voice gentle. "You seem a little distant." You force a smile that feels like cracking plaster. "Yeah, I'm fine," you lie, your voice sounding thin even to your own ears. "Just... a lot on my mind from work. Don't worry about it." He doesn't buy it. He's too perceptive. He looks down at his own magnificent erection, then back at your half-limp cock, and a flicker of understanding crosses his face. It's not pity; it's empathy. He sees the conflict in you. His cock is a work of art, hard as steel, with a distinct upward curve and a bulbous, perfectly shaped head that's already leaking a steady stream of clear precum. Thick, prominent veins snake down the shaft, promising a powerful, rhythmic pulse. He is objectively, undeniably perfect. "Hey," he says softly, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "Is it the condom?" You can't answer. You just stare at him, your throat tight. He lets out a soft sigh. "I get it," he murmurs. He sets the condom down on the nightstand. He leans back over you, his magnificent cock heavy and hard. He doesn't enter you. Instead, he begins to tease you. He drags the length of his shaft along your crack, the heat of it a stark contrast to the cool air. His cockhead, slick with precum, catches on your hole. He uses it as paint, smearing his own fluid around your puckered entrance, a warm, slippery promise of what's to come. He presses the tip of his bare cock right against your opening. It's a violation, a tease, a temptation. Your body betrays you. Your ass involuntarily relaxes, your lips trying to bloom, to embrace the head of his cock, to pull him in. He feels it. He looks down and sees your cock, which was moments ago soft and hesitant, now hardening again, rising with a mind of its own. He sees the undeniable physical evidence of your desire. He looks back at your face, his gaze intense, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. He has you. He knows what you want, even if you can't say it. "Do you want me to go bare?" The question hangs in the air, heavy and toxic. It's the offer you've been dreaming of, the key to the kingdom you crave. But coming from him, it feels wrong. It feels like a compromise, a negotiation. The biker didn't ask; he told. He made you own your depravity. This man is asking you to choose it, to consciously step off the cliff. And in that moment, you realize you don't want to choose. You want to be forced. You open your mouth to say yes, to finally take the plunge, but the vow you made to yourself that morning—the promise of safety—rears its head. "I... I can't," you stammer. "I need to be safe." A look of profound relief washes over his face, but it's tinged with something else. "Thank you," he says, and he sounds genuinely grateful. "Because I have to be honest with you. I'm poz. Not for long and not on meds yet. My viral load in the millions. So the condom is for both of us, you know? I can't risk passing it on, and you definitely shouldn't risk getting it." The words hit you like a physical blow. The universe is playing a cruel, sick joke. You came here seeking safety, fleeing from the unknown risk of the biker. And you've just walked straight into the arms of the known, quantifiable, undeniable risk. He was offering you the very thing you craved, but you were the one who put on the brakes. The failure is entirely yours. He picks up the XXL Magnum and rolls it down his impressive shaft. He enters you, and the fuck is focused and determined. He's trying to make it good for you, to prove that safe sex can be just as hot. He fucks you with a new intensity, his hips snapping, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The upward curve of his cock is a masterpiece of engineering, grinding relentlessly against your prostate with every thrust. It should be heaven. It is heaven, for your body. Your cock hardens instantly, responding to the expert, targeted stimulation. You feel the familiar, tightening coil of an orgasm building in your gut, stronger and more insistent than anything you've felt in a long time. He cums with a loud groan, his body shuddering against yours. You feel the powerful throb of his cock through the latex, the warmth of his load flooding the reservoir tip, a contained, captured explosion. The sensation is the final, cruel irony. He's cumming inside you, but not really. You're being filled, but not at all. It's a simulation of the act you truly desire, a perfect, safe, and utterly hollow imitation. Your own orgasm, when it finally arrives, is powerful and intense, a massive, gut-wrenching release that leaves you breathless. Your cum shoots across your chest in thick, white ropes. It's the kind of orgasm that should leave you satisfied, spent, and content. But as the waves of pleasure recede, all you feel is a profound, aching emptiness. Your body got exactly what it needed. Your soul got nothing. He collapses on top of you, kissing your neck, whispering how amazing that was. Then he does something that feels both intimate and horrifying. He scoops up a glob of your cum from your chest with his finger. He brings it to his own lips, tasting it with a curious smile. Then he leans in and kisses you, his tongue pushing into your mouth, sharing the taste of your own seed. Next, he lowers his head to your chest. You watch, mesmerized, as his tongue extends, pink and wet, and slowly, deliberately, laps up a large, copious glob of your own cooling cum from your skin. He rises back over you, his face hovering just above yours. Your own seed is a pearly, thick pool on his tongue. He doesn't swallow. His eyes are locked on yours, and a slow, boyish grin spreads across his face. It's a look of pure, unadulterated delight, the kind of smile someone gets when tasting their favorite forbidden treat. You can see in that smile that he genuinely loves this, loves the taste of cum, loves the intimacy of sharing it. But beneath the joy, there's a flicker of something else—a deep, familiar sadness. It's the look of a man who now sees his own cum not as a gift to be shared, but as a poison he must keep to himself. A poison, locked away in the swollen reservoir of a black XXL Magnum lying on the floor beside the bed. He parts his lips slightly, and a single, thick strand of your cum begins to drool from his mouth, a glistening, white bridge connecting him to you. It dangles for a moment, then drops perfectly onto your waiting tongue. The taste is immediate, salty, and familiar—the taste of your own failure. And then he leans in and kisses you. It's a passionate, deep kiss, but this time it's different. It's not a sharing; it's a force-feeding. He pushes the entire contents of his mouth—your entire load—into yours. His tongue swirls with yours, making you taste yourself, coating your throat with your own seed. It's an act of ultimate intimacy, a desperate attempt to connect, to give you everything he has. But as you lie there, his weight on you, the smell of his sweat and latex filling your nostrils, you feel nothing. You're a ghost in your own life. The perfect fuck was a perfect failure. You lie together for a while, his arm draped over you, his breathing slowing into a post-coital rhythm. He's cuddling. He's being a good, normal lover. And every second of it is agony. You need to get out of there, but the thought of leaving this warm, safe bubble feels like a loss. "Hey," you say, your voice flat. "I should probably get going. Early start tomorrow." He lifts his head, and you see a genuine flicker of sadness in his eyes. "Oh. Okay. Sure," he says softly. He doesn't want you to go either. "Just let me hit the bathroom real quick," he adds, giving you a lazy, regretful smile. He slides out of bed, his naked body confident and relaxed. He disappears into the bathroom, and you hear the sound of the fan clicking on, the door left slightly ajar. You lie there, staring at the ceiling, your heart a cold, heavy stone in your chest. You hear the sound of him pissing, a steady, intimate stream. Then the rustle of toilet paper. A moment of silence. Then the sound of the wastebin lid opening and closing with a soft thud. He comes back out, still naked, and pads over to the dresser to pull on his jeans. "All yours," he says, his back to you. You slide out of bed, your own movements feeling stiff and robotic. You walk into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. It's pristine, white-tiled, and smells of lemon-scented cleaner. And your eyes go immediately to the small, chrome wastebin tucked beside the toilet. You kneel down, your heart hammering against your ribs. There it is. It's not just a used rubber; it's a heavy, swollen teardrop of black latex, the reservoir end straining with the sheer volume of its super-charged contents, tied off in a neat, careful knot. You reach in, your fingers trembling as they close around it. It's not just warm, it's hot, radiating a fierce, living heat against your palm. The weight of his massive load is a tangible, shocking thing. You hold it up to the light. The milky contents are thick, almost cloudy inside, a potent, living memory of the encounter. You bring it to your nose. The smell is intoxicating—a complex cocktail of the sterile latex, the sharp, salty scent of his fresh, toxic seed, and the faint, earthy trace of your own ass from where he's been. This is it. This is the ghost of the risk. You should flush it. You should throw it away and walk out and never look back. But the addiction is a demand, not a request. You look at your reflection in the mirror over the sink—at the naked, "safe" husband who is about to do something profoundly depraved. There is no place to hide it. No pocket. No bag. There is only one place to keep this secret. You lean against the cool edge of the counter, spreading your cheeks with one hand. With the other, you press the hot, knotted condom against your hole. After being fucked by his magnificent large cock, your ass is still relaxed, open, and welcoming. There is no resistance. With a slow, deliberate push, the heavy, cum-filled condom slides into you with a wet, obscene ease. Your body accepts it, embracing the shameful trophy. You feel a strange, uncomfortable, and deeply shameful fullness. You feel like a smuggler, a thief, a pervert. You also feel alive. You stand up slowly, the feeling bizarre. A secret weight shifting inside you with every move. You wash your hands, the act so mundane it's surreal. You look at yourself one last time in the mirror. You look the same, but you are fundamentally, irrevocably different. You open the bathroom door and walk back into the hotel room. He's fully dressed now, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at his phone. He looks up when you come in, and his expression is soft, a little melancholic. You quickly pull on your clothes, the movements feeling clumsy and disconnected from your body. You stand by the door, the moment of departure hanging in the air between you, thick with unspoken words. He stands up and walks over to you. He doesn't go for a casual hug. He pulls you into a deep, tender embrace, holding you tightly for a long moment. You can feel his heart beating against your chest. It's the hug of a man who genuinely connected with you, who is sad to see you go. "It was really, really great meeting you," he says, his voice quiet and sincere as he pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes. "I wish... well, you know. Business trip." He gives you a small, sad smile. "Take care of yourself, okay? Be careful out there. Not everyone is as upfront as me." You just nod, your throat too tight to speak. He's the dream guy. He's perfect. He's even poz, the ultimate risk wrapped in a beautiful, considerate package. And you are walking away. You know you will likely never see him again. You turn and open the door, stepping out into the hallway without looking back. With every movement, you feel the condom inside you, a toxic bomb you are now carrying through the world. The walk to the elevator, the ride down, the walk through the lobby—it's all a dreamlike haze. The whole walk through town, feeling the toxic bomb inside your ass... what a mindfuck again. The walk home is a blur of paranoia and dark excitement. The weight inside you is a constant, physical reminder of your transgression. Every step, every jolt on the pavement, every time you have to clench your ass to hold it in, sends a fresh wave of illicit pleasure through you. You feel like a smuggler, carrying a precious, dangerous cargo through the mundane world of shops and pedestrians. By the time you reach your front door, your hands are shaking slightly. You unlock the door and step inside. The silence of your empty apartment is a stark contrast to the roaring in your head. Everything is neat, clean, and normal. The life you're supposed to have. You drop your keys on the table, and the sound is too loud. You kick off your shoes. You feel filthy, a contaminant in this sterile environment. You don't go to the living room. You go straight to the bathroom, your sanctuary and your crime scene. You lock the door behind you, a flimsy, meaningless gesture. You turn on the light and look at yourself in the mirror. You see your face, flushed from the walk, your eyes wide and dark. You see a successful 49-year-old husband. But you know the truth. You see a man who is carrying a used condom, filled with poz-cum, in his ass like a twisted trophy. It's time to retrieve it. You get on the floor, on your hands and knees, like an animal. You reach back and press on your hole, trying to push it out. It's not easy. Your body wants to keep it, to hold onto the secret. You have to bear down, your face contorting with the effort. On the one hand, you're being careful, not wanting to make a mess. But a darker, secret part of you wishes it might rupture, that the latex would tear and spill his toxic load inside you. You imagine the moment, the warmth spreading, the irreversible act. But it doesn't. It stays intact, a perfect, preserved ghost. Slowly, you feel the knot of the condom pressing against your rim. You push harder, and with a wet, obscene plop, it slides out onto the bathmat. It lies there, a glistening, deflated teardrop of latex. You pick it up. It's cool now, but still heavy. You hold it up to the light, the milky contents sloshing inside. You untie the knot. The smell hits you immediately—the sharp, sterile scent of latex mixed with the musky, complex smell of his cum, and the faint, earthy trace of your own ass from where it's been. You could flush it. You could throw it away. That would be the sane, safe thing to do. But you're not sane or safe anymore. This isn't just a used rubber; it's a vessel. It contains the very thing you were denied. The real risk. The toxic seed. A memory of the hotel encounter with one of the most perfect guys you have ever met. You carry it to the kitchen. You open the freezer. You move aside the frozen peas and the ready meals. You find a spot in the back, behind a bag of ice cubes. As you place the condom carefully on the small, empty shelf, a cold, rational thought cuts through the fog of your depravity. You know that freezing it will essentially sterilize it, killing any living virus. It's a scientific fact. It's the part of your brain that still functions, that still cares about self-preservation, offering you an out. It's not just a trophy; it's a safe trophy. A deactivated bomb. But that's not why you're doing it. You're not preserving it for its danger. You're preserving it for its memory. You're freezing the moment, the feeling, the scent of the perfect man who was poz, the risk he represented, the connection you threw away. The freezing is a lie you tell yourself to make the ritual bearable, but the truth is in the act itself. You are keeping a piece of him, a piece of the risk, a piece of the night you failed. You close the freezer door. You stand in your kitchen, naked, your ass still slick and tingling, a profound sense of calm washing over you. You know, with absolute certainty, that you will be back at that rest area.

Wow. Thank you all so much for the incredible feedback. Reading your comments, knowing you were right there with me, feeling that same mix of terror and excitement... it's a huge rush. It makes me want to dive back in and share what happened next. This next part is again fiction, but it's inspired directly by some of the encounters I've had in the last few days. Things are... escalating. And I need to get it out. Part 2: The Biker’s Offering You're 49. You have a successful job that you're good at, a life that looks stable and normal from the outside. You've been married to your wonderful husband for over ten years. He is, without a doubt, the man of your dreams, the man you want to grow old with. But, as it turned out over the years, you're both... well, you're both more bottoms. Your sex life gradually decreased to a beautiful, respectful zero. You have a weekend relationship, which means you live apart during the week. There's this unspoken agreement that you are exclusive on the weekends when you are together, but everyone is free to do what they want during the week. You have never, ever spoken about safe or bareback sex. But to you, it feels like you're expected to stay safe, even though there would be no risk for him if you didn't, given the complete lack of sex between you. Don't get it wrong, you truly love him and would never do anything to intentionally hurt him. This need... this is for you alone. It's your private addiction. So, the next day after the lunchtime encounter, with all its unknown risks, you're back at your desk. It's a lazy work day. At 11:30, you feel the urge to go to the toilet and take a big crap. As you sit there, feeling your ass extend, a sudden, powerful thought hits you. What if you took off for lunch a little longer? What if you went back to the same rest area? You are in your car before you've even fully processed the thought. When you get there, there's only one other car in the lot. An average-looking guy, a little younger than you, is leaning against it, smoking a cigarette. You stay in your car, figuring the woods are probably empty. Then the guy drops his cigarette, grounds it out with his boot, and starts walking towards the entrance to the woods. But he doesn't just walk. He turns around one last time and looks directly at you in your car. His eyes lock with yours through the windshield. It's an invitation. A challenge. Your hand moves on its own. You pull out your poppers. One deep sniff. The warmth starts to bloom. Two. The courage begins to surge. Three, four. The world dissolves into a haze of confident, chemically-induced lust. You're no longer a successful 49-year-old husband. You're a hunter. You open the car door and follow him into the trees. But as you walk, the memory of yesterday floods your mind. The memory of the young apprentice was so vivid, so powerful. But it was the question that was consuming you: "You are healthy???" Why the emphasis? He was so dominant, so unconcerned with anything but his own pleasure. Why did that one thing matter so much? And now, today, you're following this younger guy into the woods. The memory of that solitary orgasm, the one you had while contemplating your potential conversion, makes your own cock throb with anticipation. You find him in a small clearing. He turns, and you see the look in his eyes. He's not the apprentice. He's just a guy. A guy who saw a hungry man in a car and decided to take a chance. You walk up to him in the small clearing. The air is thick with unspoken need, a palpable humidity of desire. He's exactly as you first saw him: average, maybe a little soft around the middle, with a nervous energy that clashes with your poppers-fueled confidence. You open your belts – he yours, you his – the metallic clicks sounding loud in the quiet woods. You pull each other's cocks out. He has this average, long but thin hard uncut cock, the foreskin already slick with precum. You wank each other, the familiar rhythm a mechanical comfort, like a dance you both know the steps to but have no passion for. You touch each other, your hands exploring chests, arms, faces. Your faces get closer, your cheeks touching. His stubble rubbing against your own trimmed beard, a scratchy, intimate sound that should ignite you, but doesn't. You kiss. Your tongues mingle, a wet, desperate dance, but it feels like performance. You're trying to find the apprentice in him, the dominant spark from yesterday, but all you can taste is hesitation and a weak, coffee-flavored tongue. There's no spark, no fire. He is hard and leaking, his body clearly ready, but your own PA cock is not getting fully hard. It's a heavy, inert piece of metal and flesh, a barometer of your soul's disinterest. Something is not right. The chemistry is off, the connection is false. You're going through the motions, a ghost playing at being a slut. Dropping to your knees feels like a strategic move, a way to do something, to force the arousal. You take his thin cock in your mouth. It's easy to take, the length sliding over your tongue. You blow him, working your lips and tongue, trying to convince yourself that this is what you want. Your body is on its knees, but your mind is somewhere else, replaying the apprentice's almost brutal, 30-second fuck. This feels like a chore, like sucking on a piece of pasta instead of taking a hard, thick risk. But with every bob of your head, the feeling of wrongness grows stronger. This isn't the primal, risky act you crave. This feels... clinical. In the end, you pull off, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You separate, a silent, awkward agreement of failure. He zips up and walks away, disappearing towards the parking lot. While you were playing, another guy arrived and passed you, walking deeper into the woods. You're still horny, but the poppers effect is already gone, leaving you with only the bitter taste of frustration. You pull out your poppers and take a few more hits, the chemical rush washing over you again, trying to reignite the fire that's sputtering out. Then you look for him. You find him leaning against a large oak tree, looking like a character from a fairy tale. He's about 30, with a soft, round belly and a long, unkempt beard that frames a kind, gentle face. He seems approachable, safe. And a part of you hates him for it. You didn't come here for a gentle giant; you came here for a monster. You approach him. You grope each other's bulges. He pulls out his cock – a little nub of flesh, not even four inches hard, with a thick thatch of pubic hair. You wank him, your movements mechanical, but again, you can't get really hard. The frustration is mounting, a sour taste in your mouth. Again, you go on your knees, this time out of a desperate, last-ditch hope. A nice load of cum might stimulate you, might get you hard. You take him in your mouth. He tastes nice, clean, like freshly washed skin and the faint scent of shower lotion. The cleanliness is an insult. You want to taste sweat, and dirt, and the raw, unwashed scent of a man who lives on the edge. You want to taste danger, not fucking soap. It doesn't work. You are not a size queen, you tell yourself, but his cock just doesn't give you any pleasure, to scratch that deep, masochistic itch. There's no stretch, no burn, no feeling of being taken and used. Eventually, you pull off, mumbling an excuse. You separate, another wave of disappointment washing over you, cold and sharp. You're left standing there in the quiet woods, your knees dirty, your cock still half-limp, a profound sense of failure settling in. The hunger is still there, a roaring beast in your gut, but you've just tried to feed it salad. You came here seeking a risk, a transformation, and all you've found are two awkward, unsatisfying encounters. You came here to be used, to be filled, to be changed, and instead, you feel emptier than before. You contemplate driving back to work, your lunch break a complete and utter waste of time. At this point, you hear some cracking behind you. You turn around and see him. A guy around your age, a biker type in his leather gear. He's just standing there, directly staring at you, his arms crossed over his chest, a slow, knowing smile playing on his lips. He looks like the monster you were looking for. "Been watching you," he says, his voice a low, confident rumble. "I know you need more." You are magically attracted to him, a moth to a dangerous, hypnotic flame. You walk over, your feet moving as if pulled by an invisible string. He is pure dominance. He doesn't wait for you to speak. He grabs your crotch, his grip firm, possessive, a claim. He unzips you and pulls out your cock, his eyes fixing on your heavy PA. "Not so innocent as it seems," he chuckles approvingly. He opens the zipper of his leather pants. Wow, he is commando. He pulls out his own monster, a thick, curved beast with a PA even bigger than yours, a heavy circular barbell with two heavy-duty steel balls that look less like jewelry and more like ammunition, promising a unique kind of pleasure. He's going to fuck you. You know it. He knows it. But the memory of yesterday, the apprentice's question, the lingering risk, makes you nervous. "Condom?" you ask, your voice betraying your eagerness with a slight tremble. He just smiles, a slow, cruel twist of his lips. "I can wrap up," he says, reaching into his leather pocket and pulling out a foil packet. He dangles it between his fingers, a tiny, square tease. "I have one." He looks you dead in the eye, his gaze piercing through your chemically-induced haze. "But do you really want me to?" He lets the question hang in the air, heavy and toxic. "I don't need one..." The back-and-forth is a torture of its own. You, the man who took a load without a question yesterday, now hesitating. He, the dominant biker, giving you the choice, making you own your depravity. He slowly, deliberately tears open the foil packet. The sound is loud, sharp. He pulls out the thin rubber, holding it by the tip between his thumb and forefinger. He brings it to your face, not to put it on, but to taunt you with it. He holds it under your nose. You can smell the sterile, latex scent, a smell of safety that now smells like cowardice. "You seem a little tense," he says, his voice a low purr. He puts the condom away and pulls out his own small, brown bottle of poppers. "Let's clear your head." He twists off the cap and places the bottle directly against your right nostril. "Five deep sniffs," he commands. "Don't you dare lose any." You inhale, the chemical rush flooding your system, stronger than your own. He moves to your left nostril. "And five more." You obey, your head spinning, the world dissolving into a warm, pulsing haze of pure submission. He caps the bottle and puts it away. "Now," he says, his voice cutting through the fog. "Tell me. Do you need a condom? Or do you want my cock raw?" Your addiction to the risk wars with your fear, but the poppers have already won the war for you. You can't form the word. You just shake your head, a barely perceptible motion of surrender. He spins you around and bends you over a fallen log. He presses the thick head of his cock against your hole, but you're too tight, too tense, even for the chemically-induced relaxation. His massive tool won't go in. "Hmm," he grunts, frustrated. He looks down at the ground and spots something. He leans over and picks up a used, tied-off condom lying in the dirt. "Might need a condom after all," he says, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He holds it up. It's not just full; it's heavy, and you can see a slight steam rising from it in the cool air. "Still warm," he chuckles, a dark, appreciative sound. "Someone just got lucky." He unties the knot and a thick, milky glob of another man's fresh cum drips out. He squeezes the contents onto his own massive shaft, using the stranger's still-warm seed as lube to finally, brutally, force his way inside you. The sensation is overwhelming. The stretch, the burn, the knowledge of what's inside you, what's now being used to open you up for him. This isn't just some old, ghostly load; this is a fresh deposit, a living offering you're being coated with. He doesn't fuck you for 30 seconds. He fucks you for what feels like an eternity, his thick PA-studded cock dragging against your insides, the hard steel of the oversized barbell's balls slapping against your prostate with every thrust, a constant, stimulating, punishing presence. Ten minutes, fifteen, your legs bent over the log, starting to shake and weaken from the strain. The poppers haze begins to lift, the edges of reality sharpening. Your consciousness and nervousness come flooding back. "Are you gonna cum?" you finally pant, a new kind of panic in your voice. "Please... pull out before you cum." He just chuckles, his rhythm never faltering. "Too late," he grunts, his voice calm and controlled. "I already shot twice. This is number three." The revelation sends a shockwave through your system. The sheer, unrestrained power of it. The endless stamina. The endless seed. The fact that he's already been cumming inside you, silently, while you were lost in the sensation. That's it. You can't hold back. You cry out as your own cock explodes, untouched, creaming yourself all over the leaves and dirt beneath you. As your orgasm tears through you, you become vaguely aware of movement in the periphery. A few more guys have appeared, drawn by the sounds of raw, animalistic sex. They're on their lunch breaks, looking for a quick encounter, but they've stumbled upon something else entirely. They don't dare join. They don't dare disturb this powerful scene. They just watch from a safe distance, their own hard cocks in their hands, wanking slowly as they witness the biker claiming you. You're no longer just a participant; you're the main event in a grim, outdoor theater. A part of you wanted to shrink away, to hide from their eyes. But a bigger, darker part of you preened. You weren't just being fucked; you were being worshipped. Every one of them was wishing they were you, or wishing they were him. He fucks you through your orgasm, prolonging it, owning it, then finally, with a deep, satisfied groan, he empties his third, massive load deep inside you, mixing with the stranger's fresh cum he used as lube. He stays inside you for a long moment, his chest heaving, marking his territory. The small crowd of onlookers melts back into the woods, their own needs satisfied by the show. You pull off, your legs trembling, your body buzzing, your mind completely blown. You get dressed in a daze, your movements clumsy and slow. You turn to leave, but you have to look back. You have to see him one more time. He's tucking his junk back in his leathers, and as he does, you see it. The lower part of a tattoo, right above his cock. The lines are sharp, deliberate. Arcs beginning their menacing descent towards his pubic hair, pointing to the magnificent cock that just owned you. The rest of it is hidden by his belt and jacket, but it's clearly part of a larger, intimidating design. He catches you staring. He zips up his fly slowly, the sound loud and final in the quiet woods. He walks over to you, his presence overwhelming. He doesn't touch you. He just looks you up and down, a predator assessing its kill. He reaches out, not to touch you, but to pluck a single leaf from your hair, letting it fall to the ground. It's a small, intimate gesture of ownership, a claim being staked. He leans in close, his voice a low, possessive whisper right next to your ear. "If you want more of that," he says, his breath hot against your skin, "you know where to find us." He pulls back, gives you that same slow, knowing smile, and turns, walking away without a backward glance. The words hang in the air, a challenge and a permission slip all in one. He's not telling you to come back. He's telling you that he's here, and the choice to be claimed again is yours. And as you stand there, the phantom feeling of his load already warming you from the inside, you both know what you'll choose.

Part 4: I learnt that the second mystery guy from the blindfolded orgy was our flatmate Chris. Apparently it was only organized as a threesome, but while the first guy was fucking me, Nick heard Chris come home and met him at the door to offer him a chance to fuck me. I only found out because a few days later, Chris was complaining to Nick about being horny, he didn't have enough time to find a hook up before work, and didn't feel like just tossing off. I happened to arrive home just at that moment and Nick said to Chris that the cumdump was back, so he should just fuck me again. "What do you mean, again?" I asked Nick said "shh, no questions. Chris is in a hurry and needs to fuck you. Pants down. Now!" I knew never to disobey Nick, so I did as I was told, Chris lined up his cock, and with a bit of spit, he was inside me. He fucked hard and quick. I guess Nick wasn't lying about him being in a hurry. Even with the faster pace, I recognized the feeling and style from when I was blindfolded, and knew that he'd been the second guy to fuck me. The one who I'd sucked while mystery guy 1 loaded me up, and who then added his load to the mix before Nick enjoyed sloppy thirds. Chris grunted and emptied his balls inside me. He finished getting ready for work and was out the door, but not so quickly that he didn't see Nick taking advantaged of me being loaded up and shoving his cock where Chris' had just been. "You know I can't resist a pre-loaded hole" groaned Nick as he sunk balls deep in one thrust, his large tool stretching me even more than Chris had. While fucking me, I asked him if Chris had been the second mystery guy, and that's when Nick confirmed my suspicions. Nick also instructed me to let Chris fuck me whenever, and where ever too. I know technically this was already covered by Nick's rules, but he wanted to make it clear. I tried to find out who mystery guy 1 was, but Nick is very good at keeping secrets and just told me that I didn't need to know, but that I'd probably find out soon enough anyway. After Nick ejaculated deep inside me, I had to quickly get myself ready to meet a couple of friends for dinner and a movie. When I arrived at the restaurant, Patrick and Evan were already there. I guess I was about 10 mins late. Nick doesn't seem to care if I have plans or not. His dick takes priority. Now, Patrick and Evan were nice guys, both of them also friends with Nick, but unlike Nick, neither of them could keep a secret if their lives depended on it. I think both of them need gossip in the same way that the rest of us need oxygen. Nice guys otherwise though. The main difference between them was that Patrick was quite uptight sexually and very very vanilla. And very judgmental of people who didn't fit his strict moral code. Evan, on the other hand, was as promiscuous as they come and loved to tell everyone about his latest exploits. He didn't know the meaning of the word "discreet" and would take great delight in, for example, pointing out a hot daddy with his wife and kids, and telling us that he'd swallowed that guy's load in a city beat just a few days ago. Patrick would often tell him that he was disgusting, but still seemed to lap up every tidbit and file it away in his memory. Anyway, after we'd ordered, Evan was regaling us with his latest stories, including tricking a safe only guy into taking his cock raw. Patrick was horrified, but still wanted more details, and telling Evan that he should use condoms because he could catch anything with his lifestyle. Evan looked across the table at me and said "well, I'm not the only one here who enjoys a bit of raw fun". I must have looked very confused, because I'm very discreet about my hook ups, and I make sure I never tell Evan anything. Patrick wasn't going to let it rest though "What do you mean?". Evan replied "Look across the table. I fucked him bareback and shot my cum inside him". Patrick looked at me and asked "Really? You let Evan bareback you?" I replied "No, Evan's never fucked me. I don't know what he's talking about" Evan went on "Well, maybe you wouldn't know. You were blindfolded at the time and had ear plugs in. I fucked you, then your flatmate came home and he fucked you. Bare too. Then we left, and I know Nick fucked you immediately afterwards. That's 3 loads in one session, if I'm counting correctly" I just looked at him and said "oh fuck. That was you" I could tell that Patrick was outwardly disgusted at me, but I bet under the surface he was living for this kind of situation. I was pissed off at Nick. I know he was allowed to let anyone fuck me, but he knew that Evan wouldn't be able to keep it a secret. And now that Patrick knew, I bet it would only be a matter of time before our entire friendship group knew that I was a slut and cumdump. I don't remember the rest of the conversation, or even the movie, because my mind was churning over what had happened and how I could protect my reputation, or even if it was possible. We left the cinema, and Nick was waiting for us outside. That was a surprise to me, I thought he had other plans. Patrick, his gossip glands in overdrive, asked him straight away if Evan's story was true. Nick put his arm around my shoulder and said "Yes, this is my new sex toy. Basically a fleshlight for me, and for anyone I want to share him with". Patrick asked if that meant we were in a relationship, but Nick corrected him and said that it was just a sex arrangement. Nick then said "Speaking of sex arrangements, I'm horny and I'm going to head to a beat. I came here first because I want to take my sex toy with me to see how many loads I can get inside him". Patrick was, as expected, aghast, and said "You're not serious are you? He could catch something!" Nick - "I really hope so. That'd be hot. Do you want to come and watch or join in?" Patrick looked like Nick had asked him if he wanted to eat cockroaches, and said that it wasn't his scene, and that he needed to go home. Nick looked at Evan and said "What about you, do you want to fuck him again?" Evan said "Fuck yeah, I'm in!"

I wake up later than I had wanted to. Kimmy has left for work for the day, I'm now alone at her house with her dad that was thinking of me when he masturbated last night. I grab my backpack and run across the hall to shower before I go down to their pool to sun and swim. I start the shower and rummage through my back and pull out my swim trunks. As I do this the rest of my clothes and my toiletries bag falls out. I put the clothes back in and notice I also packed my speedo. I throw it on the counter for later decision and grab my shampoo and soap out of my little bag and look at my douche...fuck it. I grab my douche as well and get into Kimmy's shower. I fully wash and clean myself and my hole, but really what's the chance her dad will fuck me today? I don't have condoms, no lube, but then again, I've yet to need either one as my exes were too shy to move past bj's, let's be honest though I was only with them as a means to fit in and be with someone my age, if people knew that what really turned me on was older me, like old, my dad's age would be the youngest that I'd want to be with. Too many 80's porn videos with Chad Davis were stolen when I house sat last year. I get out of the shower and rub lotion all over my body, it always feels very sensual when I do this. I look at myself in the mirror. Not overly hot I guess, but fit. I'm barely five and a half feet tall, scraggy brown hair, no body hair at all, chiseled chest and abs from being a very athletic teen, a cock that looks nice at 7 inches and a smaller thickness than most of my classmates had at full mast. My best assets have to be my thighs and ass. Kimmy and our friends are always jealous of my ass, even their boyfriends try to sneak glances at it when we're at the pool. Plus my thighs are quite muscular from a decade of cheer, soccer, and running. I spread my cheeks towards the mirror and look at my tight rosebud. I put a bit more lotion on my hands and rub my cheeks and tease my hole with one, then two fingers. I start slowly fucking myself with them. I enjoy the feel of each set of knuckles as the push past my sphinc... "Alex. Hurry up and put your swim suit on and come take a dip with me." Mr. Martin startles me as he knocks on the door. "Yessir, I'll be down in a minute, just need to finish up with the sun screen." I respond shakily, as though I was just caught with my fingers in my virgin hole. "Good boy. I will coat your back if you need. Don't keep me waiting." His voice fades as he walks away. "Good boy?" Did I hear him correctly. God I wish he'd coat my hole with his cum. Stop it Alex. He's your best friends dad...that you've known your whole life...that was stroking to fucking your last night.....I look at my cock and finger the precum off of it and rub it on my hole. I look on the counter and pick up my swim trunks and look at them, then my growing cock in the mirror. I stuff them into my backpack and stroke my cock a few times before I slide my tight white and blue speedo on. My hard cock straining against the fabric. I make my way down to their poo where Mr. Martin is already swimming. "That's a nice looking speedo you have there. Give me a twirl." I obey him. Slowly spinning around, slowly putting on a show for him. "Very nice. What go you all hard?" My face immediately turns red. "Oh...um..well...teen hormones I guess?" "They don't go away with age, trust me. I take it you herd about Rebecca and Me? Guessing Kimmy told you everything." "Yessir, sorry to hear that y'all are getting divorce. Actually I'm not sorry." I hesitate. "Is that so?" "Well. I've seen Becca around town with her old coworker a lot more lately. And she seems pretty happy, and I get the same vibe from you these past few weeks. I'm glad you two are friendly still, for Kimmy mostly. But honestly, I'm glad you two get to be open and not have to limit, hide, I don't know the right word. But you both get to be what you want to be. Too many people seem to get stuck in their lives because of social pressure, or are scared to admit who they are. Half the women at the church I use to go to were 'upstanding examples of Christian ladies' but damn were they the meanest, cruelest, gossipy bitches I've ever seen, and I was on the cheer squad! And Kimmy feels pretty similar, at least that's what she tells me. But the most surprising this was that you're gay. I just never saw it, or thought to look.." "I'm glad to hear you kids are so mature for your age, but then again, we, and your parents, hated raising y'all in the same society and headspace we were forced to grow up in. I've been gay for a long time, but I only really accepted it and flourished within it for the past four or five years. I'm glad that you get to live it your whole life, I felt so awkward in my own skin for so long. I'm glad to be free. Well for the most part." We tread water and lightly swim from side to side as we talk. "Well I've not been the most boyish boy my entire life, so it has been pretty easy in that way, but down here it's a bit nerve wracking outside of school and our family and friends. But that's why I'm going to school in Cali. Much more accepting, plus the art scene is really big...So how's the dating pool for you?" "Ha! Well.." he swims closer to me as though he's about to tell me a secret, I swallow nervously. "I haven't started dating yet, but I may never, not here. I have a group of friends that we...enjoy each other's company. But if we dated like we wanted to, it'd be quite the scandal from Savannah to Atlanta. What about you? I've never hear you talk about a boyfriend or anything. Kimmy says that you've not really dated other than a couple of boys for a week or two." "Oh, umm, I'm not really attracted to my classmates and I don't want to get stuck here and not experience more of life than this shit hole. Most of my class mates, and the kids from other years never leave here and look miserable. So yeah. I mean, I've had some experiences, like, I love sucking cock, it's so....shit. Sorry I just got um...wait." He swims behind me towards the side of the pool. I feel his hand and leg slide across my ass as he makes his way over. "What do you mean by 'Date like you'd like,' why would that be a scandal?" He turns around to face me with his hands on the side of the pool. "I think you know. Did you enjoy the show last night?" I turn stop sign red, I swallow and speak, "I...I didn't see much. Just what was on your phone and the porn on the TV, I didn't see anything, I promise." He chuckles, "That's a shame. Come here." I swim over towards him. Just as I get to him, He pushes himself up out of the pool. I don't realize what's going on in time to stop moving. As he comes up out of the water, his fat cock slaps across my face as he pulls himself up to sit on the side of the pool. His fat cock pointing straight up. It's gotta be a good nine inches long and girthy. I grab onto his legs to keep myself from hitting the wall of the pool, and him. "This is pretty close to a fantasy I've had for a while. Here's a nice cock for you to worship. If you worship it good enough, I'll show you what a real man can do for you." I cant take my eyes off of his cock as he lightly strokes it a couple of pumps. "If you suck it, we can spend all day and evening experiencing what we both want. I can even take you to meet some friends before I take you home." I swallow again and caress his muscular thighs as my hands make their way to his spear. I lick my lips as my right hand feels the heft and warmth of his member, my left hand caresses his balls. I slowly lick the top of his shaft, tasting chorine and musk. "MMM that's it baby, lick Daddy's cock." I kiss the bottom side of his cock from tip to base, my hand pushing his cock away towards his dad-belly as so I can smell his balls and begin licking them, sucking each one into my mouth as I look into his eyes. "Good boy." Pride swells in my chest and my need to please men flares up. I lick up the bottom side of his cock to the tip and take the tip into my mouth, I add light suction as I work more and more of his cock into my mouth. "Oh fuck." I hear as he reclines back in pleasure. I grasp each thigh for support and go to town on his fat cock, drooling all over it as I worship it. I have one goal right now, to work this cock into my throat, burry my nose in the patch of pubes at the base of his fun trail. I keep working on in, eyes tearing up from the challenge. I make eye contact as I kiss his cock when I come up for air and spit on his shaft before I gobble it back down. We continue this dance for what feels like forever, but also not long enough, I finally work my gag reflex and breathing until I'm somewhat easily able to deep throat him. "God damn Alex. No one's been able to deep throat me on their first go." "I love sucking cock and yours is the best one yet." I respond before I take him back into my mouth. His hands grasp the back of my head and he begins using my head like a fleshlight. A few moments later he bellows as I feel cum shooting down my throat. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and continues to spurt the rest over my face. He pulls me out of the pool and I lay on top of him. His still hard cock against my hard leaking cock in my speedo. We make out for a moment, his cum on both our faces. "Inside now. There are two things I love more that sucking cock and that's eating ass and breeding twinks like you. I'm about to do both." I start to get up but he peels my speedo off and smacks my ass. "Fuck I've wanted to see this naked for a long time." We make our way inside and into the living room, Mr. Martin guiding my shoulder from behind. His other hand caressing my ass. He move the ottoman into the middle of the room and I get onto it, laying on my back. Mr. Martin drops to his knees, hands on the back of my thighs and pushes them towards my chest and I feel his breath and beard on my ass. He kisses each cheek several times before kissing my taint and working his way down my crack. I moan as his lips lightly suck on my rosebud. "Oh fuck." It feels so naughty and amazing, his tongue then licks around my hole teasing me. Then something is pushing into my hole ever so slightly. It's his tongue!! I think about all the things I've read that bottoms should do for their tops, or their first times and all I can focus on is pushing out. "Good boy, let's get this boi pussy ready for Daddy." "Yes...ahh, ohhhhh." HIs tongue is now pushing through my ring. He begins to push it in and out. Every so often I feel wetness and warmth in my hole, he's pushing his spit in for lube, oh god I'm really doing this. My best friend's dad is going to pop my cherry. I'm ripped back to reality when I feel two fingers push past my hole as his tongue continues to flick in and around my rosebud. A third one. They begin fucking me. I feel my hole stretch open for him. All of a sudden I feel empty. "On your hand and knees." I roll over, pre cum is now pouring out of my cock. Once I reposition his hands are all over my ass. Is this what women with big tits experience when they have sex, I jokingly wander. "Lay on your arms and arch your back, slut." I follow his command. "Daddy, please fuck me. Please pop my cherry. I've waited for a man like you to give it to." I say looking back at him. His eyes have changed. They give off a primal, elemental gaze. "Daddy's going to take care of you good." He pushes the head of his cock against my virgin hole. "This is gonna hurt so good, then you're gonna want more and more." He shoves his cock past my ring, I feel an intense pain through my lower body as his cock invades me. His thighs rest against mine. "Sometimes its better to just rip the band aid off. Especially for sluts like you. Yea, you're a natural slut, you just don't know it yet." I nod my head with tears. He begins slowly moving his cock in and out of me, spitting on it every time he pull most of the way out. "There's a bit of blood, baby, but that's normal for this type of penetration. I want to make sure my DNA mixes well. Don't worry I'm not poz, well not yet anyways, but I want you to keep a part of me in you as your first." The pain is going towards pleasure now as he's grabbing onto my hips and fucking me really aggressively. A new sensation overtakes my body and I feel like I'm peeing, I look back at my cock. "I'm just milking you sweetie. It's just cum don't worry, you'll lick it up soon." He rolls me onto my back and picks me up and we both are now on the floor. He kisses me and stares into my eyes as he pistons in to my hole. My cock hasn't really stopped leaking as his cock punches across my prostate. "Baby, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna breed. Fuck your hole is the best one yet!" "Breed me daddy. Give me your seed. Oh god!!" He kisses me and pushes his forehead against mine as we stare at each other. His face is turns read as he roars and breeds me. We stare at each other in silence as his cock twitches and spurts his seed into me. I start laughing in ecstasy, "Oh my god, that was amazing! Do we have to stop?" I ask as a caress his hairy chest and shoulders. "It's barely 9am, lets get some breakfast and we'll go for another round or three." He bred me four more times that day. We went to one of his friends house and he introduced me to a couple of them and my classmate came out of the bathroom naked. Clearly they have been fucking his as well. We all fucked the night away, all of them fucking the two of us. Mr. Martin and I fucked a few more times, and I blew him twice at work that week before I packed my Corolla and drove across country for my freshman year of college. Hoping to learn all I can, and maybe make a name for myself in the art scene. Little did I know what was to befall me in the next few months. I do make a name for myself in the art scene, a big name in a very particular scene as well, but not how I anticipated.

She came back with the tea, and grandad put his arm round me as he sipped the hot drink. It felt really strange to be sitting there naked next to my equally nude grandad with his cum seeping from my hole as they talked about the news which flickered on the TV. After a while, I saw grandad's glistening cock was beginning to thicken and stiffen as they talked. Idly he began to wank it to full erection and I saw my mother smile and nod at him. "Getting hard again, Harry?" She said, licking her lips and gazing at his cock. "Yeah," Said Harry. " Could do with another go." My mother looked at me and nodded at the sofa. "Well?" She said. "On your knees then." Blushing furiously, I turned and knelt on the cushions, my arse cheeks spreading.

Part 7 Those guys sure talked funny. How the hell can a guy get pregnant? Must just be their way of talking about him cumming in that other guys ass bare or something? I could hardly believe how hard I had cum, though, listening to them talk though. Been way too long since I had some pussy for me to get off on hearing those guys fuck. I looked at my clock and noticed it was about 2:30 in the morning. I had slept pretty good till then. I had to get up to go take a piss badly now though. I got up and headed into the bathroom, which was next to my bedroom. While taking a piss, I could hear voices coming, apparently, from the new owner's bathroom too. I leaned towards the wall and could hear someone saying, "Oh, yeah, feed me more of your piss. It tastes so sweet." I almost pissed down my leg when I heard that. Some guy was drinking another's piss? I had kind of wondered what that tasted like, but had never tried it. I thought, what the hell, and stopped my flow and stepped into my shower. I was naked and as I got in there, I aimed my cock upwards and let go. I got a faceful to start with and then got it lined up into my mouth to try. The taste was a little bitter but also some sweet to and drank up all I could get and licked my lips when done. Hmmm, not that bad, really at all. I found that my cock was getting hard again, too. I could still hear more sounds and as I leaned to the wall, I heard the guy who had drank up earlier, saying, "That was nice, now give me your cum to drink, too. Oh, that is really . sweet." As I heard that, it made me wonder again about that taste. I was already stroking and so close, so I laid down and raised my legs over my head. I soon was ready to cum and opened my mouth and blew my load. My aim was not all that good to start with and a lot went all over my face before I got it lined up with my mouth and lapped it up. As I was doing that, I used a finger to get all the rest of it wiped up and into my mouth too. As I sat back up, I was swishing it around in my mouth and then swallowed it down. Hey, it tasted pretty good too. I got out of the shower and washed my face off and headed back to bed, kind of wondering if all guys's cum tasted like that.