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Part 1 John had always tried to be a good boy, taking every precaution he could to stay safe and healthy. Most days, he was like a saint, living a mostly sexless solo life in his 20s and 30s. Still, every now and then, he couldn’t resist the lure of being a cum-hungry bottom for daddies and bears. He stopped using condoms in his teens and accepted that he would surely become poz someday. After all, he had taken loads from dozens of men, some complete strangers, and never asked about status. He figured that was just the price to pay. Somehow, he remained HIV negative and never caught an STD. The news came as a surprise to him when he was finally tested in his mid-30s. John realized he made it through unscathed. With the rise of Prep, he felt like his days of worrying about AIDS were long gone. And then he pigged out a little too much one day and that all changed. After a few years on Prep, sex just wasn’t the same without the thrill of knowing this could be the fuck that would make him poz. That thought made him instantly hard, each and every time. He tried to compensate for this change by intentionally seeking out poz Daddies for occasional breedings. A neg cock just wouldn’t cut it anymore, and he needed to know he was giving it up to a proud poz man. Soon, though, that wasn’t enough either. He felt like he was playing it too safe. He needed some risk again, but he didn’t want to actually be pozzed. So he decided he’d skip doses of Prep for a few days at a time. Then, he took a two-week break before he resumed the once-daily preventative. Feeling a hot leather daddy he brought home from the bar in a drunken stupor explode inside him made him wild with lust, and he begged this stranger to knock him up three more times that night before he sent him home in the early morning. He took his Prep again, and tested negative a month later. John was relieved, but part of him was disappointed. He didn’t realize this conflicted feeling would lead to his life-changing experience just a few months later.

Athlete Two Confused. That is how Adam ‘Pickle’ McCormick felt when he opens his eyes. It what the slight swinging movement that woke him up. He was on his back, naked, spread-eagled, hands and feet firmly cuffed to posts. He was able to move his head. Each movement made the sling rock a little. He didn’t even know the device he was in was call a sling, but he did know about the small - very small - cock ring that was tightly squeezing his balls and cock. He was small down there, thus his nickname. He learned that early in his life. All his teammates had seen it, and he was grateful that none of them ever teased him about it. Except for the nickname. But for now, due to the cock ring, his small male attribute – his pickle – was standing tall at a 2-1/2 inches over two marble balls. Adam didn’t know how long he was there. Not too long, he said to himself, as his arms weren’t numb yet. It was not totally dark but couldn’t quite distinguish where he was. He could feel that he was in a larger room. Like a gymnasium. It was silent. He tried to call for help, but his voice was muffled by a hard plastic ball gag. He was alone. So, he thought. Adam quickly snapped out of his reverie when a low, deep voice from a man behind him asked. “Are you gay, Adam?” “No… why… who are y… Arrrrgh! Fuck…!” While startled by the man behind him, Adam didn’t see a second man coming between his legs who swiftly brought down a wooden ruler to his exposed balls. “You just answer my question and nothing else, do you understand?” the voice asked. Before he could answer, another whack was given to his small balls. “Yes” “It is yes Sir” the voice commanded at the same time as the ruler punished for third time is now sensitive sack. “Yes sir” Adam replied quickly. “You are not gay, but you like to put a finger in your ass when you masturbate. Isn’t it?” How the man knew that? Adam thought for a few seconds. Surely, he is fishing! The second man gently move the ruler over his balls. Forcing his head up to look at the man in front of him, Adam knew that it was not a man you want to mess with. The man’s head was shaved and shirtless. A lot of tattoos ornated his muscled body. No fat there. The man tilted his head indicating Adam to answer the question. “No… not really. I mean, I might have by curiosity, but no”. Adam’s answer was not convincing, but the man said nothing. Someone – the man? – maneuver the sling so Adam found himself in a sitting position. Like in a gynecological chair. All exposed. Suddenly, in front of him, a large screen illuminated the room allowing Adam to acknowledge his surroundings. He was in a small movie theater, maybe 20-24 seats. “It is movie time, Adam.” The man was standing next to him on his right, dressed in an expensive dark suit. Adam was unable to ignore the man’s cock in his pant. The cock didn’t make a bulge instead it was stretching the trouser, snaking down obscenely. The second man – his torturer – rolled a cart full of DVDs. “Who the fuck uses DVDs these days?” Adam thought. “There are over 2350 hours of movies in there. You pick the movie” the man said calmy. “Pick a number between 1 and 675” Adam frowned. “What I am doing here” he asked. “Let me go” For a sole response, the shirtless man started squeezing on one of his balls with 2 fingers. “500” Adam blurted out as pain courses through his body. “Good choice” To Adam’s surprise there were about a dozen men sitting in the theater. The man brought a hand to his chest and teased his nipple. “Enjoy the movie. I sure will do” the man chuckle. Adam froze. The view was of a bedroom. His bedroom! How was it possible? Then a door open and Adam saw himself coming out of the bathroom, naked from a shower, his small hard cock leading the way. He was dancing, moving his hips. If his cock would have been bigger, it would have swing, but no, nothing was moving except his hips. Some men in the room were cheering and laughing. Adam remembered exactly the scene playing before him. It was last fall when his parents were on vacation and left him alone for a rare time. He had strutted naked in the house almost the entire week! Entertaining himself with a jerk fest in very room of the house. Adam closed his eyes, trying to understand how the recording was possible. Another cheering forced him to open his eyes. The Adam on the screen was on the bed, on his back, knees at his head and was pumping two fingers in his freshly hairless ass. “Oh yeah, fuck me. So good” Adam was humiliated beyond possible as he heard the room exploding in laugher. The video lasted 44 minutes, by then most of the men were naked and stroking their cocks openly. “Still not gay, Pickle?” The man was now stroking Adam’s cock, pulling the foreskin back completely, exposing the wet glans of the small cock. “We have time for another movie. Pick another number” Adam hesitated between 1 and the last one, 675. Assuming they were numbered chronologically, the #1 would tell him when it all started, and the #675 the last time he got filmed. As if the man sensed his hesitation, he told Adam “It doesn’t really matter, you will get a copy. You will be able to watch all of them” “A copy!?” Adam asked incredibly. “Yes, a copy. You already have a paying website of your own on the dark web, ready to be launched unless you obey all is asked from you like a good obedient slave. Your choice really” Unbeknownst to Adam, the site was already active for a while now and edited videos of “Pickle, the jock” was bringing a lot of money. “If you want my advice, #579 is worth to be seen” The man was still playing with his cocklet, and Adam was slowing reaching the point of no return. Adam just nodded. “579 it is! Dimitri let’s play “Pickle and his cousin”! Adam relived last New Year’s Eve when his older cousin, Mario, force him to give not 3 or 4, but 6 full blowjobs over the night until sunrise. All with a full load of cum that Adam swallowed after showing it to his cousin, mouth wide opened and after swishing it around his mouth – to make sure he remembered how his cousin tasted until next time. A 7-hour movie. No one really watched it as most of the men face-fucked him before getting sloppy turns at his gaping ass. The first one to bust his cherry ass was his torturer, the guy’s name was Dimitri. He was not very big, but he fucked non-relentless, like a machine, tearing his inside and flooding him with the first cum of the day. He would remember his first fuck for the rest of his life. And three more things of his deflowering. The first is how everyone laughed at him when he asked Dimitri to wear a condom “You are the condom, Pickle!” and Dimitri thrusted his hard cock in the tight ass. The second thing is Adam spewed his cum while being fucked “Yeah, give us your last negative load” he heard the men said. The final thing was how he got mesmerized by the scorpion tattoo on Dimitry’s flank. The scorpion was moving on its own as Dimitry was doing a belly-dancing fuck. “Oh here it comes… fuck… take my poz babies' sweetheart… Unngh… Unngh… argh… oh fuck… unngh… fuck… fuuuuuck…” It was over. Dimitri fucked his cock few more time in the warm ass, pushing the cum as deep as he could until his cock became too sensitive. Dimitri presented his semi-hard cock to Adam. “Clean it” Adam smelled the dirty cock before he tasted the slimy mixture of ass, blood and cum. After that, it was cock after cock. He was just a cum dump for men with real cock. When all the men had left, a still naked Dimitri came back and untied him from the sling. Although he did physically nothing during the gangbang, Adam was exhausted. Dimitri had no problem moving him to a bare room with only a large bed. The first man with the deep voice was there. Adam watched him removing his clothes. If the trouser did nothing to hide the large cock, the fancy boxer was even more revealing. “Oh fucking shit, the man was huge! His cock was thick. Thicker than any other men that fucked him today. And longer, like you would see in some porn movie. Adam found the strength to crawl back as far as possible on the bed leaving behind him a trail of cum which made Dimitri laughed sadistically. The man was going to fuck Adam like no one ever did. Dimitri was now holding him in his arms, stretching his nipples as a distraction. The man pushed his massive cock into the cum-lubricated ass. Adam felt being a virgin again. After this fuck, he will never be the same again. “You are mine, Pickle, you are mine” as the man kissed Adam’s neck. *** While Adam was deflowered a second time, Joey was on his knees learning to worship balls. He was blindfolded, but he knew he was lapping and sucking balls from various men. They were patient, guiding him slowly on how to please the man above him. Each pair of balls was different: shape, size, hairy to hairless, smell. Joey resigned himself to do what they asked, then it will be over. He would go back to his life and forget about this. He was on auto-pilot and licking balls like it was natural, paying enough attention to follow the directives but, unfortunately for him, not enough for him to avoid his impending punishment. “Now, identify the owner of the balls” “What?…” a disturbed Joey asked. He remembered each guy introducing themselves, but he never tried to associate and memorize the guy to his balls. Joey failed miserably. His punishment was a success. His balls had doubled in size and already turned from angry red to dark purple. Despite the reassurance they gave him, Joey was sure that he would never be able to have children in the future. “Well, to start, you were never meant to have children.” His punisher told him. “Five minutes rest, then we start the cocksucking lessons”, a different voice said.

I started talking to this guy online recently and we seemed to hot it off online. Totally my kind of guy. He was married with a couple of kids, about 5’10” tall, in his 30’s, average build, trimmed beard and hairy chest. Just the way I like my men. Knowing his seed was potent (i.e. he can father children) fed into my fantasies so much. I’m 50, average build, short, trimmed moustache, and smooth all over. His name was Matt and the thing that turned me on the most was he also seemed affectionate and romantic like me even though he was married. We talked a lot about dates and weekends away. I knew he was married but so wanted to be his boyfriend on the side. As we talked more it became evident, he had some of the same dark desires as me. Sharing stories about pozzing and being pozzed. My fantasies about married men (men who have fathered children) was taken to a whole new level. He finally had a weekend coming up when the wife and kids were going away to visit family. Leaving on Friday and not coming back until the next Monday. We decided it was time to meet and spend some quality time together. We planned the weekend. I got us a nice apartment in the city centre for the Friday and Saturday nights. We met at the apartment complex after work on Friday and it was instant chemistry. As I checked in, they asked if it was for one or two people. I responded it was me and my boyfriend for the weekend. Matt was standing behind me and after saying this placed his hand on my arse affectionately. When we got in the lift, we were the only ones, and we made out like long lost lovers would. His trim beard scratches my face as we kissed passionately, and I just couldn’t get enough of his taste. We walked to our apartment arms around each other. As soon as we got in the apartment the bags were thrown, and we started stripping each other. I just couldn’t get enough of Matt, and it seemed he felt the same. The passion was intense and before I knew it Matt had me bent over the kitchen table fucking me hard and intensely before blowing a huge load in me. “5-day load babe” he says as he pumps the last drop in me. I am mostly a bottom, but I was rock hard and so close to cumming myself. As Matt pulled out, he said, “what about me?” and turned around. I slid right in and after a few pumps I was flooding his insides with my seed too. Something I had not done in a long time. We unpack a few things and then head out to dinner. Matt has his arms around me the whole time and we were holding hands. It was so much like a romantic date. After dinner Matt suggested a gay pub around the corner for a few drinks, and I was all for it. At the pub we had a few drinks and were kind of all over each other when this 6 foot something middle eastern guy came up and introduced himself as Sam. He was a toned/muscle wearing the stereo typical tight jeans and white t-shirt. We chatted and during this time explained what Matt and I were doing. Our chats started to get dirty as the evening and alcohol progressed, and Matt and I shared some of our poz fantasies as well. Sam smiled at this and lifted his shirt above his chest to reveal a biohazard tattoo and said, “me and a mate would be more than happy to help you both with that if you are serious.” Matt and I looked at each other with evil smiles on both our faces. Matts jeans were already bulging with his rock-hard cock just at the thought as was mine. Sam noticed and commented that our bodies seemed to be answering for us. Sam said he had a mate like him that he sometimes teamed up with and would be happy to text him and see if he was free tonight to make our fantasies come true. Matt leaned in and passionately kissed me. “This date couldn’t be better. I’m keen if you are. Nothing would be hotter than getting pozzed with you”. I told Sam to check with his mate and 5 minutes later he came back, and his words were music to Matt and my ears. “You’re in luck. Tonight, your both gonna be fucked like you have never been fucked before and your lives will change forever. We exchanged details and he and his mate were to come to the apartment in an hour. Matt and I headed back to the apartment and got ready. Were both already had each other’s loads in us, so we were all primed. Shortly after Sam arrived with his mate. They could have been twins or brothers, they looked so alike. We went to the bedroom and Sam said, “One of you on his back with the arse over the end of the bed, and the other on all fours with the arse over the other side of the bed. I want you both to be able to kiss and look in each other’s eyes as this happens. Sam and his friend then got undressed and both were sporting thick 8” cocks that were now rock hard. They both slid in our pre-lubed holes at the same time. Sam then said as they allowed our arses to stretch, “last warning, we are both toxic, and we don’t pull out.” Matt kissed me and said, “I love you” and then “poz us up”. Sam and his mate showed no mercy, fucking us both hard and deep as Matt and I kept kissing and making out. Sam then said, “you close?” to his mate and he said yes. Then “here it comes, here comes the load that will change you forever” and suddenly in unison they both started grunting and groaning as they both flood our holes with their toxic seed. Shortly after, they pulled out and Sam told us to relax while they stepped out on the balcony for a smoke. Matt and I moved to start hugging and kissing. Matt was softly rubbing my stomach saying, “I hope it takes for us both babe”. We lay there both with seed dripping from our holes before Sam and his mate came back in. Both hard again. “Right, now time to swap.” Sam said. Matt and I assumed our positions and they both switched so that now the other guy was fucking us. This went on for ten minutes with both Matt and my holes now making wet sounds as they fucked us before they both unloaded their second loads in us. When they were done, they started to get dressed leaving Matt and I on the bed naked and kissing. Sam said they have a pretty good poz rate, but they both offered to come back the next night to repeat the process to be sure. Matt and I both smiled and said “please”. TBC

Sorry guys life caught up with me been a wild few years, but have been working on this for a while and next instalment should be out Tuesday

I was often fucked by homeless guys the last 17 years. The first time I was 21. My uncle offered my hole to 3 homless guys and forced me to let them fuck me. I had to obey him. So I let them breed my hole, although they smelled very bad.

The following is how my friend became the prison bitch and is reposted here with his permission. I really am an Ex-con. I spent a very long time in prison. It's been over a decade since I was there though. Most of my sex mental images were formed out of that time. Feel free to ask me questions.... but I'll be honest in my replies. I love adventures. Near public sex. The great outdoors. Sexy soft asses. Giggly girls. Tough bitches. Freaks of all kinds. It doesn't have to be sex, I just like experience. Let's talk. I have been in and out jails, and prison until my last release in 2001. I was 18 when I went to prison the first time. I am not sure what led me down that road... it was a different time, and the world was very different. I never really fit in. I never really found a way to fit in either. The struggles led to a lot of bad decisions. Confused thinking... probably a familiar story now. I was young, very slim, hairless, feminine when I was sent to prison. It was the 80s big hair, rock n roll, drugs, and sex. I was far from helpless. lol, I was in fact, a very violent person even then. However, the prison was a world full of tough guys. It was a world that I would eventually learn to survive in. I was moved from Quarantine to a Prison Psych Hospital within 60 days of my arrival. For further observation and testing. My mind was a mess...it was scary as the decisions I made at this time would follow me everywhere in prison. There really are no secrets in prison, and everyone is some type of predator looking for weakness. Even the inmates at the hospital knew that I had arrived at the prison dressed like a girl. I received countless kites (notes) from inmates from day one. The short version, some promised protection in lieu of sexual favors, others offered money for the same, and some promised violent rape. Everyone waited to see how I would respond. Deep in my heart, I knew, and I knew before I was sent here that I would not survive my entire sentence without someone fucking me. The only real question was did I decide or would someone else decide for me.... who would be in control. It was a lot to think about. I was not interested in being raped... some died from it and the beatings associated with rape were brutal. Further, if I was raped I did not want the rapist to have the power of seeing me weak, screaming or crying... I had to take that power away from him... silently I knew that I would have to be "broke in" I began to evaluate guys trying to figure out who would be discreet and gentle. Shortly after I had decided this course, I was moved to a five-man dorm setting but there was only three of us there. Terry a black guy much older then myself was already my friend and in the dorm, the other guy was heavily medicated. I decided that I would ask my friend to break me in... I had no idea if he would, he never led me to think this way, it was a risk... I wrote a note. That stupid note changed everything. I was no longer a friend... I was a prize. Negotiations between us followed. In the end, we struck a deal... he would be very gentle with me and break me in, and discreet but I would shave like a girl, dress up for him, he would break me in then I'd submit to him the rest of the night. I had to write a note declaring that this was not rape and I asked him to do it. Sign it. I knew that everything was changing... It was like watching my life from outside myself. I could not believe that I was in this position. I was sinking into depression as I stared down at my life unfolding. I was nervous, and he was very eager. He watched with lusting eyes as I prepared myself that evening. Shaving, showering, douche, makeup and finally just panties and a t-shirt. I laid there in my bed thinking as we waited... waited for lights out... waited for our roommate's drugs to kick in and he'd be asleep... waited for the guard to make his round. I was a man of my word, and as the guard passed, I got out of my bed... placed a blanket on the floor between the beds out of sight... Terry was already touching himself... I couldn't help myself I had cut my eyes and seen him. It was dark (lights out) but there was a slim beam of light from the small window in the steel door that allowed me to see non-detailed shapes across the room. I was very nervous... I knew that there was no turning back and everything could change. I was torn... I wanted to back out before it happened and part of me just wanted to be done with it. " No, I had to back out" I turned to say something and was caught off guard as Terry was standing next to me already. Before I could tell him that I had changed my mind he had wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tightly against him pressing his lips to mine... My small frame seemed to melt in his embrace... I was not expecting that! He was treating me like he would a girl... his hands gripped my butt tightly and pulled me against him. I could feel his excitement against my belly through my shirt. At that moment my mind said that I was a girl... I felt like a girl. he was a foot taller then I was.... stronger. My slim 5 ft 5 frame at 119 lbs was overcome with a sense of femininity as it melted against him. He broke from my lips and without a word I knew that it was time. He was already lowering his pants as I turned away and pulled my panties down, slowly got on the floor before him... Laid down on the carefully spread blanket face down.... I placed a pillow under my midsection to raise naked butt in the air slightly offering myself to him as he stood over me. One last look back at him towering there naked... now I was scared again he was much larger then I was. I was sure that this was going to hurt. As he gently kicked my feet apart spreading my legs and lowered himself down onto my back... my mind screamed " You're a damn fool. No one asked to be turned out. Now you're going to spend your life as fuck boy" My self-critical thoughts were interrupted by his weight on me. I felt the coarse hair of his legs against my smooth shaved legs.... closing my eyes I felt everything as if in slow motion.... the hard dick pressed against my ass pulsating, all of his weight crushing me covering me.... the hair on his chest against my back even though the shirts thin material.... I seemed so small beneath him. His hand brushing the long hair from my neck and his lips ... the hot breath on my shoulder as he kissed my neck and shoulder before whispering in my ear, " are you ready?" No need to answer that and he didn't wait for me to respond. His weight lifted and his hands trailed down my back as he knelt between my spread legs. his strong hands pushed the bottom of my shirt up over my naked butt to my waist, as if it was a skirt. they gripped my cheeks and pushed them apart exposing my near virgin hole to his lustful gaze. I just lay there as he poured Baby Oil down the crack of my ass, his hand working in being sure that I was "wet" He lubed his rock hard with desire dick, as I reached back like a wanton whore grasping it pulling it toward me. He lowered himself back down on my back and I guided him home. Its tip pressed against me... suddenly he was in me. I gasped at the suddenness of it. I held my breath to keep from crying out. As I struggled to take it in and adjust to its size. I wanted to scream... to stop... OMG, what had I gotten myself into... My entire body was tense even my toes were curled up and my hands gripped the blanket... he pressed forward, and I realized that he barely in me. Tears welled in my eyes as he slowly pushed his way in... all the way in. He whispered, "relax" I tried but it was still several minutes before I adjusted to his size and the overwhelming pain began to ease allowing to breath. He must have sensed that, as he began to pull out... then back in. My mind raced with thoughts now that I could breathe. I was seeing it as if I was floating above us... my small feminine form beneath him, legs spread... him pumping away and holding me... I felt him sliding in and out of me. Felt his desire and needs for release... muscles tensing... pelvic thrusting against my ass... hot breath on my neck... sweat dripping on me from his labors... I rolled my ankles out opening myself wider for him inviting him deeper. There was no turning back now... I was a bitch. He was pounding away grinding ... there was no more pain. His breathing was labored, and I could feel his dick starting to pulsate... I knew that he was getting ready to cum... totally shocking myself, I blurted out, " cum in me" and he did. then collapsed on my back exhausted from turning me into a bitch. When he had composed himself, he pulled out of me... I suddenly felt empty, his spent juice oozing out slightly in the cool evening air. As I stood I could feel it dripping running down my inner thigh and walked over to toilet area to wipe. When I turned around I saw him staring at me... It was almost time for the guard to make another round, and I pulled my panties back on. It was done... I had been broke in and it wasn't so bad... I returned to my bed where I laid thinking. I laid there knowing that I had changed everything... I was cursing myself out for being weak. Judging myself harshly. Hating that I was willing. telling myself over and over how stupid I was... but excited by the idea of a life here in prison as a girl. I couldn't handle being seen as a bitch... I had liked it and it was too late now anyway, I had dressed like a girl and basically begged a grown man to cum in my ass... My self-judgment was interrupted by the guard's flashlight in the window checking on us... As the guard passed, I got up and went to the sink to better clean up, turned the water on and wet the wash clothes before pulling my panties down to clean up. As I wondered if Terry was still awake, I was startled by his hands around my waist. I felt his hard cock slide between my cheeks across my tenderness... he was clearly awake.... he bent me over the sink right there ready to collect his end of the bargain... "... I'd submit to him the rest of the night" With my panties around my knees, he pushed my feet apart and I remained bent over the sink submitting to him as agreed. He easily entered me this time and wasted no time... it was his reward. Without a word he took what was his... it was all I could do to just brace myself as he pounded away at his treasure... I truly didn't feel like a guy... I felt like a bitch... he was pounding my pussy for what seemed like an eternity before a deep thrust... he was quivering as I felt the now familiar pulse of him cumming followed by the wetness of my hole... his hands grasped my naked ass cheeks... pulling them apart so he could view himself buried spent deep inside me. I can only imagine what it may have looked like... he seemed happy to be there... I felt him pull out.... the spent juice again dripping down my thighs...I tried to wipe but it was just kept oozing out. I was full of cum and my pussy was not tightening back up as before... I stepped out of my panties and went over to the toilet to try and push his cum out of me. He followed me ... my mind screamed, " Damm you're not done" As I sat down, he walked right up to me...his softening dick glistened in the window light... he smelt of sex. Heavy musky scent combined with baby oil. I felt so submissive... so feminine. He pushed his midsection toward me until the tip of his dick touched my lips... I hadn't thought about this occurring. I just assumed fucking me was the thing... his hands caressed my long hair as I parted my lips slightly and he pushed himself past them into my mouth. the smell was repulsive... I wanted to pull away. He must have sensed it as he gripped my head tighter... almost like I knew what to do my hands went to his thighs and I began to relax... my nose against his belly my tongue caressed the bottom of his dick. It jumped into my mouth and began to harden. I started to apply sucking and his grip lessened on my head. I looked up into the darkness as if seeking his approval. I began to instinctive do what was being asked of me. my hand grasped his member, my tongue feverishly licked and caressed it as my lips held it firmly sliding up and down its shaft... eagerly sucking it back to life...my eyes searching begging for a sign that I was being a good girl seeking his approval. It didn't take long for him to be rock hard in my warm loving mouth, then throbbing, jumping and pulsating as he exploded. it tasted salty and thick and smelt heavy... tears ran down my cheeks as I choked gagged but swallowed his spent cum... I had never knelt before a man, much less had a dick in my mouth... What a pathetic man I had chose to be... even now I imagine the scene... 18 yr old kid, 119 lbs, 5 5 slim feminine long hair, white shirt smooth soft legs escaping beneath it. seated on a toilet, cum dripping from his ass, mid thirties hairy black man, standing before him, hard dick shoved in the tear streaked face... cum dribbling across the red lips... it was not a vision that I would see for long as he was not done... lifting me up from my submissive position I turned away... tired but willing i spread my legs wide and bent over the toilet so he could take me again... he did. That is how my first time in prison went. That one night changed my life forever. It did not take long for those events to be known... I could not hide the fact that my legs were shaved and with group showers it was quickly noticed. Within a matter of days, even outside of the hospital, in the general population of Riverside correctional facility everyone was talking about the "fine ass sissy" in the psych ward... me. If you like this and want more friend me or follow me... ask me anything. Please try to understand, that most my pictures are from a time gone by now... I am old now and the those days are gone for me.... however I do enjoy relieving the memories here with you all... Thank you.

I’m a young Marine stationed near Stuttgart, looking for a hung daddy to breed this hungry lad

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In truth I never thought about HIV never bothered to get tested and didnt take prep I just thought it would not happen to me. Before I met my bf i did not want a relationship I liked anon sex too much out cruising when I could bathhouses etc. Then when I was staying in Berlin for a while I fell in love . However right from the start we agreed on an open relationship which certainly suited my lifestyle and his . My bf got me into chemsex parties which were huge turn ons lots of swapping cocks and holes taking loads sometimes so out of it I never knew who was fucking me. Then the fuck flu and now poz. So I am not sure being poz has made me sex crazy though now there is even less reason not to fuck around .

Over the last few years my sexual needs and the risks I've taken have increased a lot and I want to ask you guys if I should be worried and if I should try to reel things in and be a bit safer. The way I see it, I've been really lucky so far for nothing bad to happen to me in the situations I've put myself in but I know it might not last forever, and as risky as the behaviour is I don't secretly have a desire to be hurt or worse. Ideally I'd like to get a boyfriend or local master who could look out for me and get off on the scenarios I crave but that's not happened yet. First it started with just needing guys to fuck me, I'd kinda vet them so it wasn't ugly guys or creepy guys. Then it ended up specifically needing guys to breed me and cum inside me. Then it was me needing anyone's cum inside even if they didn't fuck me. I didn't care what they looked like or their weight or age, I didn't ask for pictures. My desired and regular way to have sex for months now has been as a blindfolded cumdump, telling guys my address, leaving the door unlocked and waiting in the bedroom on all fours, ass up, blindfolded or hooded, hearing them let themselves in and having them use my ass and leaving afterward, sometimes without a single word said outside of grunts and moans. I've gotten massively into chastity and having my cock locked up when I meet so that I can't jerk off or be played with by the guys that fuck me, my only pleasure coming from knowing that I'm being used and enjoyed by strangers and the occasions when their cocks brush against my prostate. Recently this scenario has escalated more and more to the point where I've got three different regulars where when we meet it's with me in almost full sensory deprivation. I'll be ass up on the bed, sometimes with a plug inside my hole, a ball gag in my mouth, cock locked in chastity, earbuds in playing music or cumdump hypno music/instructions from my phone so I can't hear anything. And then either blindfolded, hooded, or in gasmask with poppers inside the filter. On the side table will be my toy collection (including my biggest dildos and plugs), poppers of varying strengths, towels, and lube for fisting and toy play. And depending on how much I trust the master, the key for my chastity cage. This scenario has turned me on so much every time I've done it but I know there's even more risk in it than anything I've done before. Like the only way I feel I could escalate it further is to be tied up but as it stands I guess it's entirely within the master's power to do that to me when I'm in that situation anyway, they just haven't yet. The way the scenarios have played out so far have varied but have always been the hottest thing. I'll get a message from the master telling me what time he'll arrive, I make sure the door is unlocked and that before that time I have the earbuds in and sound turned on, the hood on, and am there ready and waiting, sniffing poppers hard until my head is spinning while I'm left to my own thoughts, preparing myself for anything, until I sense something in the room or feel hands on my hips. Then maybe a tongue in my hole. Sometimes though with the more brutal masters they'll just go straight into it. Thrusting their big cocks into me in one movement, no build up or foreplay, just immediately balls deep and pounding me until they cum as far as they can into my guts, owning their property for the night as quickly and as brutally as possible knowing that they've got time to recover while they play with me more. Unless I feel the warm seed shooting inside me I have no way of knowing when they've actually cum as I can't hear their gasps. A lot of the time they'll push their faces close to mine and I can feel their breath and when they're saying something but I can't hear it so I imagine they're just saying the sickest things and their most twisted fantasies to me as they slam into my cunt. After the first or second load they'll start toying my hole with things, mostly they'll play it safe and not go for the biggest, but there's an excitement in trying to guess what toy is being pushed inside me each time, one of the masters is particularly brutal, he's poz which turns me on a lot anyway, but he'll peg me with my toys, fucking me with them like they're his own huge cock before moving onto fisting, ending up with him punching out my cunt and trying to doublefist me. He hasn't managed it yet but being there helpless on the bed feeling a guy trying to force two hands inside you is just the hottest experience. Every time these sessions are the hottest thing and the masters and me are incredibly satisfied but I wonder about how much could go very badly with them. For instance, with me entirely vulnerable like I am, they could easily slip me something, drug my hole or slam me, they could force my biggest toys into me without me being ready or lubed enough, they could just straight up hurt me or worse. What if they just took the chastity key or my phone and blackmailed me to give it back? And I don't think that's what I get off on, I don't think it's the risk, it's more the control and the surprise that I get off on if that makes sense but it's crazy that I've been so lucky so far and maybe I should reel it in. One time I had it where a master came in and I felt his hands on my hips as usual, but then I felt hands on my face as well, removing my ball gag and sliding a cock into my mouth, and there I was getting spit roasted by the master and a total stranger he'd brought with him. The session was fairly long and I don't think the stranger stayed for the full thing but I never found out who it was or whether he bred me or fisted me, it could have just been the master's loads I felt spurting into my guts a few times, but I like the idea that when the fisting started it was churning multiple guys loads inside me. So yeah, what do you think? Do I need to stop these kinds of sessions before they go to far, or are there better measures I can put in place? Even better please turn me on more by telling me (either here or in DM) whether you'd enjoy using me in this way and what you would do in my masters' place.

Fuuuuck yeaaah

Basically you’re asking about a prolapse and the way to get it is to get that hole turned out by a hung top who knows how to do it by working the edge of the hole over and over while you push out

Nice Start, please more. I have a similar mind set, play out the fantasy almost reality!

Lansing—May, 2024 The next day, I had more sex. It was good on Monday, when there were just the two of us in the playroom, but Tuesday there were four of us in a bigger playroom. And it was wetter… I had been invited to join the couple I had met and played with so often at the Grand Rapids group. I had been to their home before, but not for some time. Top Host is as tall and as thin as I am. He is hairy in all the right places, including his chest. His cock is my length or so, but the girth keeps getting thicker and thicker towards the base. Tim, his partner, is a couple of years younger. He has a slightly thicker build, with a great cock that he tends to use until someone plays with his beautiful, thick ass. It takes two hands to spread those cheeks apart. I was told the day before, that they had found an additional player. He was a man around our age, rather bearish in build and a shaved head. He was versatile. He’d had some prostate surgery—he could no longer cum. But if a cock hit his prostate repeatedly, he pissed euphorically. He has a very common name so I have christened him CumPisser for this tale. I went right up to the playroom. In a room that originally was likely for the maid, they have a wonderfully laid out playroom. A sling hangs from the rafters. There is a double bed, the same brand of fuck bench as mine, a rimseat and a massage table. Since the last time I was there, there are mirrors in more places. A toilet and shower are in a room to the side. Top Host and CumPisser are there, putting a play spread on the bed. Both are naked but for jocks. I strip quickly. Tim comes up the stairs, having left his clothes behind downstairs. He is in a jock and a leather harness. Top Host is now standing still and letting CumPisser suck his cock to full hardness. I move to Tim and let him do the same for me… Mouths are everywhere. CumPisser has joined Tim working on me. One is on my balls the other on my shaft. Top Host has moved behind me and is hugging me from behind, his huge erection between my ass cheeks. The guys shift positions. Tim now sucks his partner, I am in CumPisser’s mouth. He takes me deep, choking himself with my dick. He pulls off me, trailing deep throat spittle. “Fuck me with this,” he begs, winding the spit around my shaft. He flops on his back on the bed. I pull him to the edge. He grabs the back of his knees as I kneel and eat his hairy ass. It is ready and slightly gaping the moment my tongue enters him. I lick and spit. I hear movement around me. When I stand to fuck, I see the others have joined us, each holding a leg so CumPisser and be more comfortable. I enter him. His eyes widen. I barely pause. I am sure that he’s already been fucked by Top Host, maybe both of the guys, before I got there. I increase my stroke. “Fuuuuuuck,” he croons. “Right there…” I pound harder—and it does the trick. CumPisser does just that. Piss shoots out of his cock and pools just below his pecs. I lean down, my cock still in him and slurp it up. The moment I am done, I pull out and let Top Host fuck him. I stay there, first holding a leg—then kneeling to clean Top Host’s dripping cock when he’s done. Tim pulls me over to the fuck bench. He gets on and I kneel to eat his ass. I stay there for a long time, licking and spitting. Finally, I stand. I enter him, sliding easily into his very wet hole. He gasps—and I wait. I begin a slow fuck. I am standing where I can watch the fucking happening on the very big screen television at the end of the room. I match my strokes to the guy on the screen, starting slow and speeding up when he does. I just don’t shoot in the six and half minutes it takes my screen counterpart to breed. I hear sounds from the sling, which is just out of my vision. I slow down the fuck. I eat his hole again. Tim tells me he wants piss in his ass before the day is over. I nod. I move to the sling and watch Top Host fuck CumPisser. I am there as he shoots piss again. I lean over and lick it up. I don’t swallow; I feed it to CumPisser. He is surprised and delighted. “Fuck him,” says Top Host. He pulls out. Again, I clean his cock—and stay on my knees to rim CP. He groans. His hole is now super wet with all our juices. I stand up and fuck. I make him shoot piss twice… * The sex is almost a blur as we constantly change partners, lick different holes or poles. I change holes between the two of them. I fuck on the bed, at the sling and on the fuck bench. The two men taking our dicks are turned on by the sharing as much as the tops are. CumPisser is in the sling. Top Host is fucking. CP’s cock is very hard. Tim steps up on a chest that is under the sling. Standing, he straddles CumPisser’s body facing him. He sits on the thick hard cock. Top Host pulls out of CP as he sees his partner impaled. Tim bends slightly forward and Top host pushes his cock into Tim’s ass along with CP’s dick. “Take two,” he grunts out. I am standing to the side. Jerking. Enjoying the show. They fuck—both dicks remaining in his hole. “Your turn.” Top Host slides out. I replace him. I push a little and CP plops out of Tim’s ass. But he goes right back in—and I push again. Tim’s hole opens up and I am inside. He gasps. I groan. CumPisser makes guttural noises of sheer delight. It is one of the best DP’s I have ever had. They rarely work for me. But my cock is sliding up and down CP’s girthy dick and being squeezed by Tim’s muscle hole. It’s great. But it’s a position that can’t last long. Tim needs to stand—and he does, releasing both cocks. I bend and clean up CumPisser’s cock—while sliding my cock into him. I fuck him until he shoots another load of piss… * It’s late in the afternoon. Top Host is fucking CumPisser in the sling. I am once again in Tim, as he kneels on the bed. I hear Top Host groan—then bellow out his cumshot. I turn and watch his body shake as he loads the wet ass he’s buried in. “Go felch it out,” Tim whispers. I don’t need any more encouragement. I go to them. I gingerly clean Top Host’s cock. I dive into the cum dripping ass of CumPisser. I lick up all that is dribbling out—and share it with the man. He sucks my cummy tongue with the hottest moans, deep in his throat. I slide into him. There is no way I’m not fucking in his cum-filled ass. He’s slick and now super wet. “Breed him,” says Tim. I’m glad he’s fine with it as I usually like to save my load for the host. And it’s a good thing, for I really can’t stop thrusting. My cock knows what I need to do. In moments, I’m there. My balls shoot as if I hadn’t cum for a week. I fire again and again and again. CumPisser is shooting another round of piss on chest, too. I smear it through his chest hair with the hand that isn’t holding the sling chain for support. Eventually, I pull out. I felch some of my own load. I share it with CumPisser, dribbling it into his mouth. I pull out, my cock swaying and still dripping. I haven’t lost my hardness. “Get on the bench,” I tell Tim. I stick it into him. I know I can’t fuck as it is now softening. But I can piss. I am filling him. Emptying my entire bladder. Giving him just what he’s asked me for… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Four Wet Pigs in a Playroom June 13, 2024

I simply love this! It reminds me of the many, but too few, best group sex sessions i have ever had. The ones where everything just floats. The mix of the cum, piss, spit sweat and ass juices. Mouth to mouth, to cock, to ass, to nipples, to tongue. Tasting everything, no matter if it came from you or me or someone else. Hands floating through hair, over muscles, fingering ass and mouth. And the eyes, floating over the hot, horny view of pigs enjoying each other! Love it, thank you for describing it so well, bringing the memories back!

This is how it should be for men. Fuck -- so hot.

I want the dick that just bred me in my mouth. Let me lap and suck all our juices off of you, sir. Your dick, your balls, your pubes. Let me taste us before you leave me.

Absolutely love when you find an emotional connection with someone who was just supposed to be a hook up. Sometimes it goes further than just sex. Other times, because of emotional commitments (like married men), it has to just stay sex. For me, one stands out—met at the bathhouse. He was my sexual and intellectual ideal—I would have married him if I could. But he was married and had a kid—so I could just spend time with him at the bathhouse. Sadly, I haven’t seen since the pandemic.

Has my cock at attention.

Took 5 loads yesterday while I was visiting my friend in London. Was hnh and then put on a sexy short and tank top and went on collecting loads from the nearby guys on Grindr. Had a leaky cummy hole after the last guy. When I returned to my friend's place, he felched the load from my ass and kissed me 😈and then fucked me again.. it was hot 🔥 🥵

I tried to shift again to try and adjust to the massive cock stretching my hole. The sting was starting to subside, and the feeling of fullness in my rectum was beginning to turn me on. I couldn't believe I was actually enjoying being violated like this, but the masochist in me was getting off on the abuse. John slowly started to ease the pressure into me and slid his cock back slightly before fucking it in to me again. He began to gently fuck my arse. "So lets decide the stakes." John said casually as he fucked me. "If you win, I pull out as I'm going to cum. I'll shoot my poz cum on those sweet cheeks of yours. Of course, your guts will still be coated in my dirty pre-cum, but still, better chances of not converting than taking this 3 day load" he chuckled. His thick cock was starting to pick up a little momentum. It felt as if each each time he pulled it out a little more and my poor battered hole was getting pulled out with it. I nodded frantically at this, I was turned on but suddenly thinking about how dangerous this was, my hole being slimed with poz pre-cum. "Oh, you're agreeing already, and without even hearing the losing stakes. If you lose..." I heard him flip a coin. "Then I post this video to grindr, and we see how long we can have some fun today." He reached forward and placed a phone on the bench in front of me. I turned my head and saw a picture on it. My eyes widened as I saw what was presumably my arse being violated. A blood tinged cock was pulling out of a puffy arsehole above the text reading "BB bondage bottom - taking all loads." I was horrified, obviously. The idea of my recently virgin hole being filled with loads and cock from whatever random guy wanted to drop one in me was so....so.... I started to nod my head slowly, not as enthusiastically. Yeah. What were the odds I could lose again? Right? I almost convinced myself there was the slightest chance I could survive the day with catching the bug. "Alright then" John said as he fucked me. "Nod for heads. Shake for tails." I paused. I nodded my head. I felt John pause, his amazing cock poised half way into my hole. I heard him give a chuckle again and placed a coin just in front of me. As he picked up the phone with the same hand I craned to see the side facing up. Tails. I felt cold shock down my spine. There were a few seconds longer of that frozen moment before I heard John say: "Aaaand, posted." He placed his hands on the small of my back again. This time he pushed harder, arching my back and pushing my arse further up towards his crotch. The increased pressure was uncomfortable, but that was nothing compared to what happened to my hole a moment later. I thought he'd been fucking me before, sliding his cock in and out, but I realised he'd been teasing me. The invading flesh started to piston-fuck me, slamming his hips into my cheeks with a stinging slap. The sensations from my arse veered from agony to ecstasy. I closed my eyes and bit down on the gag between my teeth. The assault continued at a quick steady pace for a few more minutes. Then John firmly slammed his cock to the hilt. He growled as he ground his hips into me as I felt his cock twitch in my hole. This lasted for a moment before he fell forwards, his sweaty body lying on top of mine, both our skins slippery with sweat. His cock stayed nestled inside me. As the pain subsided I started to feel how hot and wet my hole felt. He lay that way for a few minutes, both of us panting the same hot air sharp and musky with the smell of cum and sweaty bodies. After a while he stood up and his softening cock slipped out of my hole. I could feel the air hit my wrecked hole. It felt like it was still gaping and leaking cum down my leg. I heard a unmistakable phone camera shutter noise, not even trying to hide it now. "And that pic should really get some attention on your post." John said.

If my bottom says "stop" I'll stop then and there. If he says "don't cum in me" that is always for me as a maybe. More often than not "don't cum in me" changes to "don't stop".

This is what I like about this site. Sometimes you feel you are the only one and then you see posts like this. When I was youn I started to have my sexual awakening with my step dad. Yes it was not appropriate but I have no regrets. When I was about 16 he said to me after one of your sessions where I was insatiable and couldn’t get enough, “ you are an addict.” That stuck with me and for many years I thought because I needed to be bred all the time that there was something wrong with me. It damaged my self worth. My first long term relationship (outside of my dad) was with a man that pozzed me and shared me for drugs with many men for years. That along with my appetite for sex made me feel I was just a couple of holes to use and nothing more. I am now in my 40’s and I am just starting to emerge from that stigma that started so many years ago. I have embraced my sexuality and know that men are men. Our needs are simple. The norms of society have only made me feel less valued. Thank you all for posting your stories. It helps.

i typically do the opposite and beg the top to breed me and most are more than happy to oblige. Personally, i think it might be more of a power thing. The only ones who threaten to pull out do so as a form of deprivation to show me that i am unworthy to receive their sperm. Anyway, i usually still get it in the end as i lick their cocks clean after they use my filthy hole.

I haven't written anything in a while and I really liked a story ijoey posted so this is my take on it from one of the other character's point of view. Pozzed, Two For One By austin_submale, inspired by a story posted by ijoey So my boyfriend went out last night bar hopping. I was in my room on the computer watching pr0n when he came in and I heard his moans and the grunts of a top guy and the slaps which meant they were fucking hard. I went out to check out the action and I noticed my bf was bent over the ottoman taking an obviously large and raw dick. I said "Get it!" and plopped down on the sofa to enjoy the live action pr0n. Much better than video on the computer. The top guy rode him hard for another 20 minutes obviously dumping two loads deep into my bf's eager ass before he pulled out and laid down with his 9 inch cock still half hard laying between his legs. After he caught his breath he got up and hit the bathroom and I could hear the shower as he took a quick rinse while my bf went to his room to get cleaned up. When the top guy came out I was still on the couch and said "Sounded and looked like you guys had fun.” He just smirked and said "We did.". A minute later my bf came out of his room in just a towel and kissed him right in front of me. My bf said “I’m gonna shower—feel free to head out.” like he was dismissing him. Before the guy had a chance to leave I got up and grabbed him through his towel and gave him a deep kiss. His dick got hard again instantly so I pulled him into my room. I bent over the bed right away and just shot him a cocky little grin without saying a word. He immediately let his towel drop and walked up behind me sliding his rigid dick right into my hole. He was obviously still worked up from round one with my bf. I let out a low moan and pushed back against him greedy for that big dick. It was raw, fast, and filthy — exactly the kind of unexpected moment that makes your whole night. If I only knew how filthy it was really. He kept one hand on my lower back, the other gripping my hips as he drove into me, both of us trying to stay quiet but totally failing. We could still hear the shower running down the hall, which only made it hotter — knowing we were racing the clock. He finished deep inside me, breathing heavy against my back. I looked over my shoulder and said, “This’ll be our little secret,” I've done this many times before after my bf went out and picked someone up. “Oh, you have no idea” he flashed back with a wink. We heard the shower turn off, and he scrambled to grab his clothes, and slipped out just as my bf came out of the bathroom. He didn’t say a word—just smiled and left. Honestly? Best night I’ve had in a long time. I've been hoping my bf will go out bar hopping and bring that guy back home again, but we've both just come down with a little case of the flu so it will have to wait until next weekend I guess.

I want to organise my first cum dump session in Holland, can anyone advise me how I do this

I won't forget my second, third or fourth either. My first is also my first regular cock. He said it's going to take a while for him to get tired of fucking my little ass. Last night, just after he sighed after first pushing inside doggy, he grabbed me by the hair, wrapped me a choke hold and whispered in my ear: "No one else will ever be able to make your ass his custom made hole". Then he fucked me slow, with long strokes as he choked me, giving me barely enough air. My god, I never knew that was a kink I would love. I get the impression he's working me up to his desired bdsm level. I'm so excited by that thought. My count is now four loads in my ass. I've also swallowed his nut four times now. Viagra is just wonderful haha. He knows how to use a boy. Lots of ass to mouth, and he likes to press my cheeks together and fuck my crack--though I think he does this because he is too close, and needs a break because he isn't done fucking me. It's hot how he cares only for himself. He brought a cage for me and I haven't touched my cock since Friday. I'm going a little mad. I was close to cumming hands free this morning, but I made the mistake of telling him and he pulled out and made me finish him in my mouth. I haven't earned a release yet apparently. His ratio is 1:10 (at least) and then it's handsfree or nothing. Two more cums for him and then maybe I get one. This morning, I woke to him manhandling me. I wasn't even fully awake before he pushed his cock in. It was a wonderful haze before I became fully conscious. My favorite is when he pins me under his bulk. I can hardly breathe, let alone move. His cock is tapered, so it's thinner at the top, but gets quite thick near the base. He loves my make me grunt in pain when he's balls deep. Then he fucks me with short, hard, fast stabbing strokes. It was the pain and pleasure combo that was going to make me cum. I never knew being a fuck hole would be this sublime.

I'm sure I've posted this before but I don't even get WHY anyone would pull out when fucking raw. Either decide you need/want to fuck safe, or just embrace the intimacy of fucking raw and at the end taking my load. As I stretch your rings open my cock is going to do enough damage to make my precum soak in - even more so when I'm longstroking your hole and driving balls deep! Not sure at all what the point of pulling out at the end is. No one wins.

I defintly love cocks at both ends feeding me cum. Fun with a group, DP, and drinking cum would be so hot! 🤪

Gang banged several times. Once, I took 14 loads from 10 guys while I was in a sling. When I went to drive home, I decided to drop the top on my convertible and drive home naked. I put a towel on the seat to catch any cum that flowed out. It was late and my drive would be either on back roads or one highway that usually zipped along. The drive to the highway was uneventful. I merged on with no traffic around, enjoying the air moving over my naked body. But, between exits, I encountered some road construction that took the road down to 2 lanes. We were crawling along when a semi appeared on my right. He could clearly see into my car from his cab. He tooted the horn and I looked over. He smiled and motioned with his head that we should take the next exit. He let me merge in front of him, we both pulled off and found a Walmart parking lot where he could park. I climbed into his cab naked and got another load. He never said anything about all the cum that was already in my ass. Then, I left and walked, naked and dripping, back to my car and drove home. No words were exchanged. I’ve also been gang fisted. Spun in a sling, I took 6 different guys fists. It was another awesome night.

Note: I didn't remember this story anymore, but since it appeared in my notifications, I decided to write another part after 4 years. I hope you like it. PART III He was still suspicious when our kiss ended. I pulled back slightly to gauge his reaction. Luke's eyes searched mine, the uncertainty in them unmistakable. The lights coming in through the window reflected off the wetness of our lips, casting a rainbow of doubt across his face. "I don't know, man," Luke said, his voice thick with hesitation. "I just found out I'm HIV positive. Having sex without a condom doesn't seem like a good idea." The way his eyes searched mine, the vulnerability in his voice, it was like he was handing me a secret wrapped in fear and hope. "Luke," I said, taking a step closer, my hand reaching for his, "I'm HIV positive too. And it won't be a problem for me. I can see you want this just as much as I do." His gaze dropped to the bulge in his pants, and he took a deep, shaky breath. "Dude, I'm Luke O'Brien, the star player on the biggest hockey team in town. I can't have HIV. Being gay is hard enough." I was surprised. I had no idea this guy was a local celebrity when I first fucked him. I was never really into sports, so his name didn't mean much to me. But now, it added a thrilling twist to our encounter. "I'm Colton Andrews," I said, my grip on his hand tightening. "But my friends call me Colt. I'm just a fucked up bartender. I have no money, no fame, but I want you to put that dick inside me. I don't care if you have AIDS or any other disease, I just want you to fuck me raw. Can you focus on that?" To drive my point home, I reached down and firmly grabbed his dick over his pants. He gasped, his eyes going wide, and for a moment, I thought I had pushed too far. But then, something shifted in his expression. It was like a dam had broken, and the raw, primal need took over. He nodded, and the tension between us grew thicker than my wrist. Inside my bedroom, I pushed him against the wall, the paint cold and rough against my fingertips. The room smelled faintly of sex and cheap cologne, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us. Our clothes fell in a tangled mess on the floor, a testament to our haste. I could feel his heart hammering against my chest as we kissed again, his hands fumbling with my belt. The sound of metal clinking and fabric ripping filled the air as we both gave in to our carnality. Luke's skin was hot and slick with sweat, and I could taste the salt on his lips as we kissed with a hunger that was almost painful. When we finally made it to my bed, the mattress creaked in protest under our combined weight. We didn't bother with the lights, letting the moon spill in through the blinds, casting us in a soft, bluish glow. I laid back, my heart racing as Luke climbed over me, his muscular body straddling mine. He positioned my legs over his broad shoulders, his eyes never leaving mine as he lined up his hard, bare cock with my eager hole. "I want you to fuck me with that poz cock and cum deep inside me," I told him, my voice a hoarse whisper. The words hung in the air, thick with desire and challenge. Luke searched my gaze, his expression a mix of lust and apprehension. "Are you sure, man?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "I want it as much as you do," I assured him, feeling the heat of his body pressing into me. "I want your poison inside me. I want your poz babies." The room seemed to hold its breath as the reality of what we were about to do sank in. His eyes went dark, his pupils dilating with a newfound hunger. "This is crazy," he murmured, "but I've never felt this horny before." I took a deep breath, feeling a shiver of excitement run down my spine. "Then fuck me hard," I urged him. "I know I'm not usually a bottom, but tonight, I want you to give it your all. Don't hold back." With a nod, Luke positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance and pushed in, slow and deliberate. I felt the head of his dick stretch me open, the sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced. "I've never fucked anyone without a condom before," he said, his voice strained with restraint. "This will be the first of many times," I reassured him, gritting my teeth as he invaded me further. "Now you don't need to use protection anymore." With a final, deep breath, Luke gave in to his instincts and plunged into me, his cock disappearing to the hilt with a wet slap that echoed through the quiet room. I gasped, my body tightening around him, the pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. It had been a long time since I had been fucked raw, and the feeling was overwhelming. He began to thrust, his movements at first tentative, as if he were afraid of breaking me. But as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for another bruising kiss, he picked up the pace. Our bodies moved in a rhythm that seemed to have been written in our very DNA, two desperate men seeking solace and pleasure in each other's embrace. Each thrust was a declaration of want and need, a silent agreement to share our darkest secrets, our deepest fears. We were two men, bound by a shared fate, seeking to find something hot in the chaos of our lives. And as Luke's cock filled me up, as his warm, sticky precum leaked into me, I knew that for this one night, we had found it. "Fuck me harder," I begged him, my voice hoarse from the passion. "Cum inside me. Give me your poz seed." "I can't last much longer if you keep saying things like that," he said. "But it's true, I want your poz seed so bad," I almost cried. The words seemed to have an electric effect on him. His eyes snapped open, and his pupils were so dilated that his irises had almost disappeared. "Oh, fuck," he groaned. "That's so hot." "Does it turn you on?" I asked, my own voice thick with arousal. He nodded, his breathing becoming more ragged. "Yeah, it does." So, I kept saying it, whispering it into his ear as his cock slammed into me over and over again. "Cum inside me. Give me your charged up seed." The room was a cacophony of sounds, the slap of skin on skin, the creak of the bed, and our harsh, animalistic gasps for air. And with each repetition of those words, Luke's movements grew more urgent, more demanding. He was close, I could feel it in the way his muscles tensed around me. I fought my own urge to cum, because I didn't want to waste even a drop of my precious cum. I had a better destiny for my seed. "Give me your charged load," I said again, and something in me snapped. It was more than just a desire for release; it was a craving for a deeper connection, a bond forged in the fire of our shared fate. With a guttural roar, Luke buried his face in my neck and drove into me one final time. I felt his cock pulse deep within me, his hot, thick cum filling me up as he came. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that seemed to resonate through every fiber of my being. As we lay there, panting and sweaty, I could feel his cock slowly softening inside me. His cum was leaking out, painting a warm trail down my thigh, a physical reminder of what we had shared. And in that moment, I felt something that I hadn't felt in a long time, a sense of belonging. We stayed like that for a while, not speaking, just feeling the aftershocks of our passion rippling through us. And when he finally pulled out, we both knew that we had crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed. But we didn't care. And as we lay there, entangled in the messy sheets, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey. Together, we would face the judgments and the fears that came with a reality that was as raw and as real as the sex we had just shared. "How are you feeling?" I asked, my voice gentle and soothing, stroking his hair. "Man, that was hot," he murmured, his heart still racing from the intense climax. "I never thought I could get this horny." I stroked his sweat-soaked hair, feeling a warmth spread through me that had everything to do with the heat of the moment. "Poz sex is the best kind of sex, isn't it?" I whispered, smiling into the crook of his neck. "Yeah," he breathed out, his voice still shaky. "It was the best sex of my life." I felt a twinge of satisfaction at his words. It wasn't about the ego boost; it was knowing that I had given him something he had never experienced before. Something that had allowed him to let go of the fear that had been gripping him so tightly. "Are you still freaking out about finding out you have HIV?" I asked, my voice gentle. He took a moment to think, then looked up at me with a surprising glint in his eye. "It's still a little scary," he admitted. "But I also feel... free." The words hung in the air between us, charged with the weight of his newfound liberation. "I've been scared of it my whole life," he continued, "but now I know I can have sex with anyone without worrying. And without using a condom..." He trailed off, his eyes glazing over with lust as he thought about the possibilities. "I don't think I'll ever be able to use one again after what we just did." The power of those words was not lost on me. This was a man who had just been handed a new lease on life, a man who had been given permission to indulge in his desires without the fear of judgment or repercussion. And I was the one who had given it to him. "If you're willing to follow me," I said, my voice low and seductive, "this is just the beginning. I want to help you fulfill all your wildest fetishes. Whatever you think is morally wrong, it won't be [banned word] for me. Think of this opportunity as a gift." He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my chest. "Okay then," he said, his voice thick with sleep. "Thanks for the gift." And with that, he closed his eyes and let himself drift off, nestled in the safety of my arms. I looked down at him, my own cock still hard as a rock, but I knew it could wait. Tonight had been about more than just my pleasure; it had been about giving Luke something that he had never allowed himself to experience. But the hunger inside me was growing, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before I would need to satisfy it. Before I could act on it, though, I needed to make sure he was truly ready to walk this path with me. As he slept, I traced the curve of his spine with my fingertips, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. The moon cast a soft glow across the room, highlighting the contours of his muscular back and the tattoos that snaked down his arms. His breathing grew even, his chest rising and falling with each deep inhale and exhale. I watched him for a few moments more, then slid out of bed, careful not to wake him. I walked over to the window, the cool air sending goosebumps across my skin. The city sprawled out before me, a sea of lights and shadows, and I knew that in the vast expanse of the night, there were others like us. Others who craved the same raw, unbridled connection that we had just shared. And with a smirk, I realized that Luke was just the beginning. Together, we would explore every dark corner of our desires, pushing the boundaries of what was accepted and what was forbidden. It was a journey I had been on before, but with him by my side, it felt like I was starting anew.

I have all but eliminated using hook up sights. I still use sniffies but I find I am using it less and less. It may make me sound like even more of a whore but I do not like the back and fourth conversation. The beauty in being male is we don’t need conversation to get what we need. An example… last night on my way home I stopped off at the Virgil Gilman trail to see if there was any action. I just had backed in and a car pulled up next to me. A black man got out walked down the trail about 100 feet and turned and walked into the woods. I quickly followed. He pulled out his massive and beautiful cock and I assumed the first of two fag poses and got on my knees to suck him. Without speaking he rubbed his hand down my back. To me this is indication for me to get into fag pose number two which is stand, turn around and present my pussy. I did and he pulled lube from his pocket and lubed his massive cock and went to town breeding me. When he finished I pulled my pants up. He pulled his up and we walked out of the woods. Never speaking to each other other at all. This works much better for me than being on an app trying to something up.

Those of you who completely reject fuck partners if they want to use condoms, must live in areas where you have a lot more potential partners than I do where I live. Very few guys at the bathhouse, ABS or any cruising spot will even entertain the idea of fucking and will often get mad when you suggest it, even after an extended period of foreplay or multiple no fuck hookups. Also a huge percentage of the app profiles do not list fucking as one of the activities they are into so a majority of them completely omit the condom/safe sex information, at least 99% list cuddling, maybe 50% list sucking as an activity they are into, and it is probably being optimistic if 10% list fucking. While condom usage at the bathhouses has gone down here, it is far from unheard of and we still have a few guys still insisting even for oral sex (I will no longer suck a condom covered cock, but will sometimes let them suck mine if I think they might be willing to fuck or get fucked). Personally I would rather put up with a condom when I fuck or get fucked rather than not fuck at all.

I didn't chase and don't recommend that guys poz, but it was oddly liberating for me. It revealed the true sexual being inside me, and I no longer had to worry about pozzing. I am a total barebacker now, where before I was a condom nazi. And I love poz talk and poz sex.

I cum the hardest fucking a nice pink hole 💦 whiteboys are addicted to Black dick

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It's even better when it's my husband! When we both are in a bottom mood, we get one of our top buddies to come over. It's so hot and just so beautiful to be on our knees, side by side, making out, and a fuck buddy slide into one and than the other of us. The passion and lust is just fucking beautiful!

Im in cardiff very often, hopefully will move back there this year

22 in Cardiff here

Anyone who cruised on the streets 20 years ago and who experienced being cruised by big dick men untill you both ended up in a theater or pornographic book store with a warm wet semenated ass. And it happened Without messaging back and forth looking at bad spelling. Was way more exciting because you’re out and trying to get the job done. I got picked up every weekend for a good year first time was before my 18th birthday. Was so exciting, I was hooked on the crazy riskiness. No regrets. Gloryholes were busier too. Though couple places still alive and worth going to. I guess I feel like going now🐷

I started going to XXX bookstores as soon as I turned 18, and man, was my inner pig unleashed. After my first couple of visits, it became my goal to see how many cocks I could suck every single time. If I sucked 5, I HAD to suck 6. If I sucked 20, I HAD to suck 21.

sorry its been a while work + personal stuff has been kicking my ass lately so not been writing but here is part 11 i hope you enjoy, once again i apologise for grammar and spelling i blame the dyslexia Part 11 Its was starting to get light when Gray stumbled on to the porch. the Uber ride had been hell, Gray spending nearly the whole journey starring at the driver's crotch, he hoped the guy had not noticed but the cheeky wink from the guy as he adjusted himself told him otherwise. Gary had had to force himself with a herculean effort to leave the car before he cheated on his husband with another guy tonight but the drivers parting words “I'm in the area all day and night if you need another ride” stuck with him sending a wave of heat and lust though his body and his mind racing. The house was quite as he slipped inside fumbling with the keys and slamming the bolt home putting a solid barrier between him and the uber driver. Gray called out but still no sound but he could tell the house was devoid of life, Jason must have left for work early not uncommon for his husband the schedule of an emergency surgeon was hectic and he would likely be home late if at all tonight. Gray moved up the stairs to his room, he felt sick and sweat was beading up on his skin as a fever built inside of him. he pushed though it and set up the computer making quick work of the security and altering his records... As far as S.R.A.R.G knew he had never been to Gentech he was on sick leave with a virus and was not due in for a week. He closed the computer and moved to the bed collapsing on the covers as his body spasmed with pain he let out a feeble cry as he slipped into unconsciousness. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 14 hours later Night had again fallen over the Gentech building as three men in black tactical gear watched a cleanup crew finish welding the elevator door shut before chaining the main doors closed. The building was to be abandoned after the incident as it was deemed too dangerous to go down into the labs at that time. The company could wait for now and retrieve their prize when it was safe, it wasn’t like anything could get out of the locked down labs. And there talented spin team would make up a convincing story of why Gentech had closed its doors. The three men watched as the clean-up crew drove off, leaving them to guard an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere. Andy was the first to speak. pulling the bulky helmet free, the early summer heat lingering from the day causing him to sweat his short dark hair plastered to his head “this is bull shit!” One of the others looked over at the dark-haired man’s outburst and raised an eyebrow with a faint smirk “problem Andy?” “Don’t give me that smirk Shiro, I had plans tonight, instead I'm called in to guard a building no one cares about just in case!” Andy shot back at the Japanese man leaning against the door, who just shrugged he looked like he was about to say something back when the third man cut in. His voice was deep and gravely thanks to a 30-year cigar habit, but when he spoke people listened “Boy shut it I don’t want to hear about court side seats an Shiro don’t wind the boy up or he will be whining all night like his old lady” Andy scowled up at Karl, the man lit one of his large cigars and stared back his eyes cold. Karl was massive at least 6;3 and built like a brick shit house. Andy remembered Gray calling him the ultimate Daddy when the teams were on a night out together and Karl had turned up in jeans, boots, white t-shirt and a leather waistcoat. Andy though he looked more like a biker with the tats, piercings and the full beard all of which were against regulations but Karl got away with it. Andy shook his head his face red like a child that had just been told off, and threw the helmet at Karl’s feet “fuck you Karl I'm gona go patrol” The large man just let out a little chuckle and watched Andy storm off, Shiro looked a little uncomfortable his lithe form pushing from the plate glass window to follow the disgruntled man “he looked upset Karl maybe we should....” The massive man cut him off with a large plume of smoke and a waved hand “boy needs to cool off let him be ….. nuffin but glow bugs out here, an it aint like the glow bugs are gona hurt him” Andy walked into the darkness cursing under his breath “fucking Karl fucking Shrio this is bull shit” he was supposed to be court side right now watching a game on a weekend away from the wife and kids. Now he was stuck here for the night and in the morning, back to the home that felt more like a prison, a wife that seemed to take perverse glee in making him feel like shit and the screaming children who never gave him a moments piece. Andy sighed how he wished he could escape his life of mediocrity. but he was trapped, had been since he was eighteen and too scared to do anything about it. Too scared to see or venture into the world past his picket fence prison, bar those few glorious weekends away that kept him sane. He was at the back of the building before he broke from his thoughts he must have been walking for a while because the building was massive and he could barely see anything in the darkness but the small concrete walkway leading around the building and the concrete wall to his right towering above him. To his left a sea of tall grass, evidently landscaping only happened to areas the public could seeand no fucking lights just his luck. Oh, and firefly's the bugs were everywhere some large clumps of them seemed to be massed in the grass ahead pulsing with that toxic green light. Andy shrugged and turned on a shoulder light before moving further but it did little just casting deeper darker shadows around him and robbing him of his night vision. He got to a large concrete pillar and looked around no one was back here who would be. Even if he shouted, he doubted Karl and Shiro would hear him, he pulled his radio out and thumped the receiver “I'm at the back of the building all quite” Shiro's voice came back sounding almost out of breath “yeah ….cool nothing .. here either” there was a pause and what sounded like a slapping noise and a sharp intake of breath “you.... coming ... back round?” Andy was confused about the strange cadence of Shiro’s voice but just shook his head not knowing or really caring what the guy was up to. Probably push-ups or jogging to stay awake of something like that "in a bit it's going to take me some time to get back anyways” “kay.. Take.. Your time” another quite gasp and what sounded like a grunt from Karl before the radio fell silent. Andy clipped it back to his belt and turned to the wall pulling down his fly and exposing his cock to the hot humid night air and aimed it towards the post his back to the grass. He let out a soft sigh as he felt the pressure release. Golden liquid splashed onto the wall, that’s when the Makers Large slate grey hand covered his mouth and an arm wrapped around his waist pinning his arms, pulling him backwards and up. Andy tried to scream but only a muffled noise got past the hand, he kicked out at the creature who had once been Alverez as it moved Infront of him. the piss still fountaining from his dick in chaotic arcs as he kicked and struggled covering both him and now Alverez, the warm golden droplets glinting like diamonds in the toxic green pulsing light of the creatures' veins as It dripped down the muscular slate grey form. Alverez let out a soft keening purr as his newly transformed dick rose in pleasure at the sensation and began to rip apart the struggling man's piss-soaked combats. Andy screamed louder into the hand, fighting more against the steel grip of the maker who was pulling his head back further he could feel this creature's dick pushing into his back the sheer size of it near comprehendible. Its long tongue licking his cheeks and ears as its hot breath washed over his face. The fabric fell away with the belt and radio into the tall grass, Alveraz moved in licking Andy's exposed neck his long fingers started to work on the reinforced vest his steel hard dick rubbing Andy's taint and nudging up against his ass as the man struggled leaving a trail of tar like precum in its wake. The vest came free causing the masters grip slip sending Andy to the ground hard winding him. the terrified man tried to shout out but only wheezed. In panic he lunged for the radio his fingers scant millimetres away when a hand closed over his ankle like a vice and pulled him back. Andy spun and kicked out at the hand of thing grabbing him. He looked up intent of sending a kick to the creatures' face but his eyes locked with the Alverez and stopped. his became face a mask of horror and he froze mid kick. He recognized Alverez and the sight of what was once college a friend had become, his mind not able to process it he just stopped stunned like a deer in oncoming headlights. Alverez took that moment to move forward as fast as a striking snake and locked lips with the human. Andy tried to struggle screaming as he tried to push the creature off as its tongue invaded pushing past his lips into his mouth, its saliva working its way into him its effects coming on fast. Andy gaged as the creatures' tongue and spit hit the back of his throat, the screaming and thrashing subsided replaced with a soft moan of pleasure his hands moving over the creature's muscles like corded steel. Alverez pulled back to a kneeling position and looked into the Humans now glazed eyes staring back at him. Andy was confused unable to recall why he was so scared he knew he should be scared to be repulsed but it was hard to think his mind felt foggy. instead, he just lay on the grass staring at the slate grey Adonis kneeling by his feet not even able to put his thoughts into words. The creature that was once Alverez had changed so much from his bulky Mexican he had known. Now his slate skin was pulled tight on overly defined steel hard muscles as if all his fat had wasted away, making him look gaunt. his body covered in a spiderweb of black blood vessels pulsing in that toxic light, the thick hair of his chest, legs and arms still there but now jet back just like his eye's which were pools of obsidian darkness Andy took it all in with a strange fear and hunger. He bit his lip as he felt a heat a lust building in him it was like he was 18 again driven only by hormones and need. He knew he needed this creature this god in ways he did not understand ways that made him ache inside. His hands moved to his t-shirt and he pulled it off the sweat soaked fabric. Exposing a stocky hairy body with a definite paunch caused by lack gym of too many late-night beers, stress and lack of real sleep. His once sculpted body had been taken from him by life and responsibilities. Shame seemed to cut though fog in his mind, Andy had hated his body for years and now seeing this creatures sculpted perfection and the second looming behind it. he tried to cover himself to hide the body he was ashamed of. Seeing this Alverez let out another soft growl and moved forwards his hands pulling Andy's above the man's head and pinning them in the grass with one hand as the second stroked the human's hairy chest and now rock-hard cock. The creature looked deep into his eyes before moving into another kiss. Andy did not resist and simply moaned giving himself to the creature fully. The others circled in the grass watching and longing for the human but knowing this was Alverez first and not to interfere of the maker would punish them so they move to each the three stroking, kissing, sucking and fucking as Alverez brought another into the fold with the help of the maker. Alverez’s lips moved from Andy's and down his tongue licking every inch it could reach of the writhing humans' body. Detouring to lick and snuffle the humans intoxicating moist pits before moving on to the sensitive pink nipples causing the human to shudder, buck and moan at the sensations. soon its mouth enveloped the moaning man's member, he began to suck and lick keening with pleasure at the taste of the pure precum leaking into its mouth, Andy's eyes flew open for a moment as Alverez's tongue began to explore and probe first his taint then ass and he let out a small almost sob of pleasure as the tongue circled then darted inside, before closing his eyes and whimpering, now unaware of the world outside of the new pleasures being inflicted on him. The maker knelt next to Andy and moved the man's head to the side so he could to lick and suckle on the end of its toxic dick. The maker moaned at the sensation and it began to push the infected meat further down the human throat. Andy choked and gaged at the size his mouth stretched and his jaw ached at the effort distracting from the fact the sensation had stopped around his ass. Alverez had now pulled back and had placed the head of his massive tainted member against Andy's hole, it looked giant in comparison to the small opening and the toxic head was already leaking its vile fluids with just the thought of taking this man's virginity and transforming him, Alverez pushed forwards feeling the opening futile resistance. Andy’s eyes went wide and he tried to scream around the huge cock in his mouth, at the pressure of something the size of a mans fist trying to force its way inside His virgin hole. This was beyond any pain he had ever experienced. He tried to struggle and escape as his mind cleared by the pain of what was happening to him. But Alverez’s hands were on his hips now and the creature pulled back with one swift motion hammering his deadly tool home. Andy felt the moment his ass give way to what felt like a molten fist of steel tearing him apart. The white-hot pain making him thrash and spasm unable to scream around the makers tool still pumping in and out of his throat. After only a few seconds the pain seemed to morph the initial wave of white-hot Agony replaced with strange burning pleasure radiating from where Alverez cock now nestled leaking its toxin inside him the virus spreading into the blood and tissues of the man changing him with even this small amount of exposer, As the toxic member pumped back and forth rubbing its poisoned load him Andy began to moan again as the maker pulled its cock from his lips. Alverez put his arms under the humans and pulled him back, on to his lap fulling impaling him as he thrust up relentlessly. Andy cried out at the sensation and wrapped around the creature's neck as he rode and ground ageist the massive dick pummelling and tearing up his insides as more and more of Alverez's venom filled and changed him. He was finding it hard to think past the haze of pleasure, to even understand what was happening as pieces of him slipped away into the fog worries, stresses and memories that he had once thought important that had held him back for years washed away by the tide of change. After what could have been minuets, hours, years …. There was a moment of stillness as he looked into Alverez eyes, the creature on the edge of Agony and pleasure as Andy felt the toxic member inside him swell full of cum and change. He knew what that meant what was about to happen to him and he somehow was at peace with it he knew he had wanted to escape his life and this was an … his escape. With his last remnants of his human mind and his last true thoughts as this Andy, he slammed his hips down with a shout of defiance forcing the Toxic member deeper inside himself and sending his grey god over the edge. There was a brief moment where his mind understood the consequences of the decision he had made in heat of passion. As he felt the pulsing of the toxic cock spraying his ravaged insides with rope after rope of what felt like gallons of contaminated cum that part of him was consumed and changed, as the virus burned away what he was in the wake of the transformation it was wreaking on his body. Andy came at that moment the sensations too much for him his dick exploded ropes of the last pure cum, he would ever release in this world covering his and Alverez chest as he slumped forward whimpering and twitching as the true transformation began. he was pulled from the creatures softening dick, black corruption and blood spilling form his destroyed hole and laid in the grass once more, black veins racing from the point of infection his skin behind them taking on the slate gray tone. Alverez scooped and licked the fresh cum form his and Andy's writhing body, glowing brighter as he swallowed the creamy pure substance down letting out a moan of bestial pleasure and growing hard again. The Maker moved fast and took position between Andy's legs, ramming his dick home into the man's warm wet hole. the Maker knew they had little time and that this creation would be a failsafe if they were caught by the men who had confined and created him. He needed to ensure his DNA would spread and multiply. Andy hardly flinched at the invasion, the Maker worked swiftly there was no gentleness to this he was simply and brutally fucking and pounding using the transforming man's ass. He could feel black cum churning inside the man as more came frothing and leaking around his member the sensations pushing him over the edge, slamming its cock as far into the human as it would go, It came with a roar spraying the mans destroyed innards with more of the tainted black cum. Andys eyes flew open as he screamed again. His human eyes turning to pure black spheres. As the maker watched Andys fat reserves were drained away to fuel the rapid changes ripping though him, his skin was growing tort over defining muscles with the pop and crack of elongating limbs. the transformation was moving fast so much faster with the Maters superior potence driving it forward. The maker pulled out and stood looking down at the thrashing Man on the floor one last time. knowing with speed the transformation was happening he would be reborn into his new form soon. He would hunt and spread the infection ensuring their DNA would live on. The maker let out another shrike of triumph causing the others to move to him the excitement spreading amongst them Alverez looked down at his creation not wanting to leave him but knowing his place, he too joined the maker as they moved away from the place of their creation. Like a pack of wolves, they disappeared into the night on the pheromone trail of the brother who had escaped them. But not for long …..

I was in prison for a little over 9 years. My second cellmate was a gang leader who took me and turned me out for his gang to use. I was protected from the other gangs, but had to do anything they wanted and be ready anytime. Was well breed for a while until I was transferred. Great times

Thanks for the awesome feed back guy its means a lot, I'm glad your all enjoying the story so here is part 11 its a long one 11 Gray felt all of Alverez weight slam into him as he shouted for him to go, the force enough to send him falling though the small gap in the grate with a ripping noise. The jagged metal had torn off his bandage and ripped through his fatigues and causing a flash of pain as it bit into his skin in several places. Only his vest protecting his torso from being shredded. Gray knew Alverez had been right, there was no way the large man would have been able to squeeze though that gap. That thought flashed though his mind as he landed on his hands and knees in the foul river of filth pouring from the pipes with a splash the thick substance clinging to his skin like oil, he coughed and spluttered stood and wiped off what he could quickly and pulled a pen light from his vest shouting back to Alverez “I'll be back with help just hang on!” he clicked on the light and began to run though the foul liquid slipping and falling several times in his haste. It was not long before he reached a large open room with a narrow walkway around the edge, the floor a large hole where the river of waste flowed presumably into a sewer or water treatment system. Gray's mind working to keep him from panicking telling him that this would have been where the old air conditioner units would have been housed as he spotted a ladder bolted to the wall. Carefully moving to it, the grating of the platform and his boots slick with the oily substance of the tunnel forcing him to go slowly. He reached the ladder his second problem announced itself painfully as he reached up to grab a wrung. His arm flared with pain and he screamed though his clenched teeth the burning pain throbbing though his arm as he tried to catch his breath his head spinning. Gray has forgotten about his wounded arm mostly thanks to the adrenaline that had flooded him at the sounds of the screams. Once his vision settled, he looked up he could see the hatch in the gloom above not forty feet up but in his condition getting to it would seem like climbing Everest. Not that he had much choice at this point he tucked the torch into a loop on his vest and began to climb. The process was painful but simple he would use his good arm and legs to move up a wrung then slip his injured arm though to brace himself and then repeat. Even with this method he was in constant agony and almost fell more than once over the course of the climb the searing pain becoming almost too much, but after a while he reached the top his good arm reaching up and feeling for the release handle and freedom. The scream of agony that echoed down the tunnel and around the room made Gray wince as he pushed the hatch up his friends screams continued and made his blood run cold, he had to get help but he knew it was already too late for them as he pulled himself up and out of the darkness of the pit into the night air, The thing had them now. he wiggled free and lay on his back taking a moment to breath in the cool air and let his now burning arm stop throbbing. The pain seeming to travel though his whole arm now in waves of heat. He rose Shakely from the ground and made his way around the building intent on getting to the van and calling for help. only to stop and press himself against the concrete and steel of the building, bright light cutting into the night from the front of the building. Be he knew they were supposed to be alone the mission quite to prevent the media getting wind of the labs true purpose. he kept to the shadows and moved up his training taking over to see a number of men in black uniforms cordoning the place off. As he watched bewildered at the scene, a man in a black suite stepped into view talking on his phone gray pulled back further in to the shadows as the man stopped by the concrete and steel pillar, he was using to hide behind oblivious of the blond techie. The voice was southern, the drawl and twang reminding him of his husband Jason when he got drunk and his accent would bleed though “we’ve sealed off the building” a brief pause and the sound of a cigarette being lit “yeah their in there alright just as planed ain’t no way out once lockdown sets in” the man took a few puffs of the cigarette and continued “I hope this test was worth it them were some good men” the sound of the cigarette hitting the floor and a shoe scuffing it out and the sound of the man in the suite walking away his voice being drowned out “i know I know …....” Gray was shocked had they been set up, been a test run for that thing to what … see if it could take out military trained personnel. His stomach sank as it all made sense a creature who could be dropped behind enemy lines and disable … no not just disable but turn enemy combatants into more of it. Gray swallowed and realized he had to get out of there if they found him, they would likely kill him for knowing too much. Unless he changed the personal files for the mission to say he was absent for some reason then work to expose this ... this horror show. He stood and still in shadows waited until he had a clear run to the van all its doors open presumably searched to ensure no information had been taken out of the building. Gray slipped past the guards, they were facing the elevators to the labs not outwards and also on low alert. After all he and his team were trapped down there with no way out so why patrol the area again if no one could escape. Gray stayed low and spotted what he was looking for his messenger bag under the passenger seat he was glad there such had been sloppy enough to leave it, again they had no reason to believe they would be back, his civilian cloths and spare tablet were nestled inside safe and sound. He winced as he moved away from the Gentech building and its sculped landscape using the shadows as cover. His whole arm still burning and the scratches on his legs now hurting too but he had a plan. It was about an hour of walking the streets of the nearby town, getting close to early morning before Gray found what he was looking for the generic twenty-four-hour franchise gym coming into view. He sighed with relief as he moved up the sliding doors allowing him access to the bight and clean anti chamber. He pretended to rummage in his bag looking for his access card as a young man in his late twenties walked in looking the deshelled, beaten and filthy Gray up and down with a raised an eyebrow “you okay Dude?” his voice carrying obvious concern Gray looked up and smiled taking in the young man properly, close cropped ginger hair with a spray of freckles across his handsome pale face framing his sparkling almost golden eyes. he was only a little taller than Gray at 5;10 his cloths hiding what Gray knew would be a gym sculpted master piece. “yeah man sorry lost my card in my bag” Gray nodded to the card reader and tried to look awkward and apologetic. The young man chuckled and nodded at Gray “what's up with your get up dude you look like you like you have been wrestling gatters or something” Gray inwardly smiled he had been ready for this “yeah just got off set of a zombie movie there shooting in some disused factories not far from here and the portable showers had a que thought I would just head here instead” The man's eyes lit up and he almost bounced with excitement “no way dude … I freaking love zombie movies” he swiped his card and ushered Gray into the Gym “I've seen them all dude, kind of always route for the zombies you know" he flashed a dazzling smile “Your gonna have to tell me about it if you have the time” Gray nodded and thanked him as they walked into the deserted gym only the two of them being in the place at this ungodly hour. they split the ginger man heading to the weights and Gray heading for the Locker room with the aim of trying and look more human and less zombie so he could get home and think of a plan. Gray couldn't help but notice the man's eyes linger on him as he walked away, he inwardly shrugged the guy was a zombie nerd and would want to know about this fake film. Gray stripped and stood naked In front of the mirror seeing how bad he looked for the first time. Black oily filth covered him looking almost like he had swam though oil and tried to wipe it off, with streaks where his sweat had run down in rivulets. it did however cause his muscles to look more defined he thought absently. His hair matted and limp more black than blond was plastered to his head, still damp with sweat. His eyes looked to the small hole in his arm no longer seeping blood but the area looked red, sore and inflamed the blood dried there darker than Gray would have expected. The tiny cuts on his legs from the grate were the same he sighed no only had the wounds gotten infected but it looked like he was very dehydrated he could fix that downing a gator aid from his bag and noticing it tasted terrible. He limped slowly under a shower head and turned on the water hot enough to feel it stung as it hit him but he sighed as the shower slowly unknotted his muscles washed away the filth of the last few hours of hell, if only it could wash away the memories, he saw Alverez face flash in his mind for a moment and felt the guilt of leaving him to face the monsters alone but not knowing how to help him then or now. he was only a few minutes into his shower when her heard the Locker room door open and soon after feet rounding the corner the ginger man now naked and taking a shower head close to Gray despite the large shower room being empty. The man taking in Grays body and giving him nervous glances like Gray might bite him, or Gray inwardly sighed beat him up being gay. Gray’s eyes wondered over the Adonis next to him too, his creamy white skin dusted in freckles and golden ginger hairs in all the right places on his sculpted chest and abs forming a treasure trail down to a cock no bigger than five inches nestled in a small patch of pubic hair with a pair of nice large balls, then a perfect ass and sculpted legs with golden hair thick across them both. The man smiled and Gray gulped his body feeling to warm his heart racing at the sight of this man’s body, his mind screaming at him to take him right there in the shower to fuck him mercilessly until you erupted in that perfect ass. Gray fought back against the urge not knowing where it was coming from but it was hard almost like he was fighting and instinct. The man spoke this time seeming quite shy seeing Grays eyes take him in “I'm Conner” he chuckled “you know it’s a stupid thing but I've always found zombies to be super sexy” and “um you in that get up kind of ummm well” Gray almost chocked as Conner’s shaking fingers reached out to brush his "I..I'm Gray ...I...” he tried to say I'm sorry I'm married to the man who was obviously new to cruising. but something inside made his fingers intertwin with Conner's and the pale man's breath seemed to catch and he stepped forward awkwardly. Grays hand went up to his neck and pulled conner into a kiss something else taking control now something dominant. their lips met under the water spray delicate at first then more forceful more needing. as Gray twisted and pushed Conner against the tiled wall suddenly taken by the forceful need to fuck this man. Conner grunted as his back hit the tiled surface but he looked into Grays eyes as the man moved into to kiss him again. They were so dark almost black Conner thought as Grays lips touched his and the man's tongue invaded his mouth taking away all thought for a moment as both their tongues war for dominance. Gray pulled back first and slowly moved down Conner's chest and abs kissing all the way down water cascading off their bodies. Gray found the man's cock rock hard and twitching as his mouth wrapped the head as his tongue swirling around the swollen gland and it tasting better than anything he had ever tasted before. Conner moaned as his cock slid down Grays throat his hands entwined in the blond hair down to the pitch-black roots using it to force his cock further down the man throat as he let whimpered and cries or pleasure. Grays throat and tongue massaged and flicked the member getting the ginger Adonis moaning louder, bucking and writhing taking him to the brink. pre cum flowing into Grays mouth and onto his tongue like divine nectar, Conner eyes closed muttering and moaning his enjoyment hands roaming over Gray’s body caught the hole in his arm, Gray shot back the still twitching dick forgotten, he let out a hiss of pain as he stood turning off the shower. The ginger man looking horrified “I'm so sorry dude I didn’t mean to hurt you are you okay I'm …" Gray put a finger to the Conner’s lips cutting off the man's apologies and taking the young man's arm led him to the benches in the main locker room “it's fine just got hurt on set today” the lie falling from his lips quickly the need to continue and to fuck this virile young man all-consuming all thoughts of his husband gone of anything but sex gone. “now where were me” gray said as he lay the ginger man down on a bench as he knelt on the floor sliding between Conner’s creamy muscular thighs Conner gulped and looked into Gray's dark eyes “oh yeah ummmm I know it sounds strange …. but can you pretend you're still a zombie it's like a fantasy of mine ...like I know its freaky but ….” the words spilling from his lips in a rush and he winced expecting Gray to have pulled away in disgust. Gray on the floor pushing Conner's legs onto his shoulders and nodded cutting the man's frantic talking off again as he started to lick and nip on man's inner thighs, Conner closed his eyes and let out a small whimper as greys tongue began to explore his ass. Needing to fuck this man, he would do anything so Gray let out the best rasping moan be could as his tongue flicked the tight hole and slowly worked its way inside before pulling out and pushing a finger in ever so slightly, he them went back in with his whole mouth taking a moment to moan again and let his teeth graze the sensitive skin near Conner's quivering hole in a delicate bite, Conner moaned “oh no please don’t .. how could I let this happen … no don’t bite me” Grey lapped at and probed the shaking man's tight hole a little more before he bit him again, this time on the meat of his left cheek hard enough to leave a mark and caused the man thighs to close tight on his head from the spasm of pleasure “oh god what are you doing get off me … no your monster … you can't” his voice moaned out in pleasure Gray started moving up the man's body now kissing and biting as he went each time conner would whimper in pleasure his eyes still closed imagining Gray as a zombie about to devour and turn him. his breath caught coming out in small gasps of pleasure as grey stopped to play with his delicate nipples his tongue dancing over then as he nipped them and teased them with his teeth. then there were the ginger caverns of his armpit's musky from the work out the smell making Gray’s cock twitch and leak as he buried his face into each snuffling and try to lick every drop of sweat, this new sensation caused Conner's voice catch mid moan the man now bent almost in two and pushed backwards on the bench “what are you …oh fuck that feels amazing .. Oh, fuck you're eating my pits fuck!” Grays cock now hard as iron and leaking was on target for the man's perfect hole still slick with saliva as Grey got to Conner’s neck he licked it and Conner Moaned in pleasure “no please don’t I don’t want to die” Gray simply let out another raspy moan and bit down hard enough to make Conner gasp and his legs to spasm off Grays shoulders. Conner's hips slammed down causing him to impaled himself on Grays cock he let out a shout of pain at the speed and force of entry, Gray felt his head and most of his cock slide into Conner's velvety tube as it spasmed gripping and squeezing the invading shaft. He knew an experienced bottom himself that the man's ass would be torn at least from that possibly worse. Gray let out his own moan of pleasure and leaned down to hold the man not moving in any further letting him adjust to the invader. He just licked and nipped on Conner's ear letting out his best zombie moan. This seemed to settle Conner who wrapped his legs around Gray’s waist rocking slowly Gray took the message and started to fuck the ginger man who was muttering “oh god don’t cum in me … oh god I will be infected oh fuck” his arms around Grays neck his eyes still closed. Gray pulled the man back onto his lap now still impaled on his steel hard dick his thrusts hitting deeper into Conner who was now just moaning unable form thought or speech as he used his legs to help Gray thrust deeper as Gray continued to kiss and bite his neck. Gray’s speed increased he and conner moaning in joint pleasure not long before he felt his cock begin to swell “I'm gone cum in you human I'm going to turn you” he moaned still trying to stay in character for the ginger man. “oh fuck man... do it, curse me …. make me like you I need it … oh fuck you feel so good no dude has ever felt like this before” Conner managed to moan out as he felt Gray pulled him right down to his cock’s root pushing past Conner's second ring. Gray screamed in pleasure as his cock started to pulse over and over rope after rope of cum filling the ginger Adonis up. Conner could feel the pulsing deep inside himself men had cum in him before but this felt strange its like he was tingling all over but it also felt amazing, Conner moaned out in ecstasy his hand dropped to his own forgotten steel hard cock Grays cum somehow making him hornyer than he had ever been before. Conner let go of Gray and lay down on the bench his hand waking his cock with furious speed as he wiggled that muscular ass up and down on Grays hard dick still deep inside him “keep fucking me … please keep ...oh fuck I'm close … I'm so close” Gray started to fuck the Conner again as he fucked himself on Grays dick. He wanked faster biting his lip eyes still closed, until he slammed his ass down on Grays cock again pushing the man's dick past his second ring and let out his own orgasm scream “OH FUCK IM CUMMING!!!!!!” and his cock exploded over his chest and face, Gray moved fast to get his mouth around spitting organ sucking greedily Conner whimpering as his sensitive member was milked for every last drop. Gray realized the burning feeling in his body was returning as he continued to suck the man's dick dry before licking up the rest of the pure cum from the man's chest and face they kissed then long and passionately both trying to catch their breath, Grays cock still in Conner’s ass as they held each other for a time Conner was the first to speak “fuck man that was amazing your just … fuck I don’t even know” as Gray began to pull out of him and stand. Gray just chuckled going a little red and pulled on a long-sleeved shirt and joggers “Yeah that was definitely something else” then he remembered he was married and the guilt started to set in unsure of why he just cheated on Jason he looked away from the naked Adonis laying on the bench with shame on his face. Conner seemed to pick up on the emotion as he started to speak quickly "hay I hope the zombie thing didn’t freak you out or something … it's just you get weird fantasies watching movies you know?” Conner said as he sat up looking shy and everywhere but at Gray “and don’t worry you came in me I'm on prep you know … just in case something like this happened …. not that it happens a lot” the words spilling from his lips in a torrent the ginger man quickly pulled on his cloths. Gray pulled on his sneakers and turned to tell the man there was nothing to be embarrassed about but Conner had raced from the room leaving only his contact info on a slip of paper Gray picked it up with a pang of guilt and slipped it into his pocket before heading out to find a ride home.