Heir2012

Lately I've been watching a lot of Joel Someone videos. I like when a guy is verbal, and Joel gets VERY verbal. I wouldn't care if I fucked him or he fucked me. Or both. 

Ray Harley was one of the first guys I saw when I first found gay porn, and I fell in love with him. I love his mustache, and there's nothing hotter than watching him blow a guy with his innocent eyes staring up with longing. 

Morgan Black looks so much like Bradley Cooper (though hotter) that he'd be incredible. Plus, he always wears watches when he fucks, and it is such a turn-on for some reason. 

Griffin Barrows could do whatever he wanted to me. 

And I'd like to see how I'd be able to take Tim Kruger's HUGE cock. I think it would kill me, but what a way to go. 

Nowhere unusual yet, but there are two scenarios I'd like to have play out.

1. I have a thing for married men, so I'd want to either fuck him or have him fuck me in the bed he shares with his wife, specifically fucking where she sleeps. I want to sweat all over her side and leave it covered in our cum. That, or I'd want to fuck while she was nearby, getting as close as possible without her knowing.

2. If I was going to take a young woman's virginity (obviously someone 18 or over), it would be hot to fuck in her parents' bed. When she wasn't looking, I'd also steal some of her dad's used underwear. Why not? 

Anyway, nothing crazy. 

19 hours ago, JSCHIBB said:

 Is some of this based on real experience?

None of it is based on a real experience of mine. There are a few things I know have happened to strangers or people I know, but I've obviously embellished. I'm sure there are men like Dom and Will out in the world somewhere. 

So, I find cheating hot, but (hypocritical statement to follow) I'd rather have an open relationships than be cheated on. I'd like the option of watching, but I don't want to live not knowing. 

Also, thank you to @Sturm611 who messaged me months ago asking if Pastor Kline's past love had been Will's dad, a connection I hadn't made but made sense. It's thanks to him that Will's dad can be brought into the fucking madness. 

Part 33: Dom takes Ryan and a Revelation (part 5)

(Dom's Perspective)

“So, did you load your dad’s ass up?” I asked, my cock still hard after loading Lewis up with my toxic cum. The kid was taking a break before we fucked him again. I knew his ass must have been killing him. Even though Peter’s cock was larger than average, mine could cause even the sluttiest of cumdumps to cry out in pain.

“Sure did,” Ryan said, reaching out and grabbing Pastor Kline’s ass as they walked into the living room. “I can feel it leaking out.”

“That’s because his toxic body can’t stand having neg cum in it,” I told him. “You’ll learn soon enough.”

“I hope so,” Ryan said.

“And how about your ass?” I asked, walking forward and grabbing Ryan’s ass, pulling it open and feeling the cum leak out over my fingers. “Let’s see…” I licked the cum off my fingers, letting the taste of his ass and the cum cover my tongue. “I know that cum anywhere. It’s some delicious charged jizz.”

“Hopefully it’ll do the job,” Will said, coming to my side and kissing me, his hard cock burning hot against my leg. “How did you and Lewis do?”

“He’s loaded up,” I said. “I stretched that ass wide open.”

“He sure did,” Lewis said, smiling and then wincing.

“I know the feeling,” Will said. “You won’t walk right for days after Dom fucks you.”

“It’s a gift,” I said, grabbing my cock and shaking it, a bead of precum dripping down.

“What are those tattoos for?” Lewis asked, pointing at my arm. “Tally marks?”

“They’re all the men I’ve converted,” I said.

“I was number fifty,” Will said.

“We’ve been sharing everyone else,” I said. “I see Will as my crowning glory. The ultimate conversion.”

“Why?” Lewis asked, trying to sit but having to stand as he winced. Fuck, I ruined his hole.

“Look at him,” I said, eyeing Will’s body, his cock dripping. “He’s the picture of masculinity. Fit body. Hairy body. Gorgeous cock… almost as big as mine. Full balls.” I reached out and cradled his scrotum, feeling his testicles dance within my palm. I made these, I think, feeling their weight, feeling their power. “He was raised to be a good Christian man, the picture of a perfect husband, well-behaved, obedient, pure…” I squeezed his balls, causing him to squirm for a moment before he gave into the pain. “Well, not pure anymore.”

“Pure toxic,” he said, showing no sign that I was still squeezing his balls. Satisfied, I released them.

“It’s incredible seeing two young men like you,” Pastor Kline said, pulling Ryan and Lewis into a hug, “taking control of their lives like this. I wish I had done that when I was your age.”

“You’re doing it now,” I said. “What more can a father do beyond taking his son’s cock in his ass and hopefully contributing to his poz conversion?”

“Not a thing,” Ryan said.

“Jay and Peter still at it?” Will asked.

“I think so,” I said. “You know Peter. He can go all night.”

“Is he the only one?” Ryan asked, stepping forward and grabbing my cock. “How about you? How long can you go for?”

“Not sure,” I told him, my larger frame towering over him, my dominant nature pulling him in. “We can find out.”

A phone started ringing, Will turning about. “That’s mine,” he said. “Where is my phone?”

“I’d say check your pants, but it’s impossible to tell with so much clothing everywhere,” Pastor Kline said. “Hold on, I think it’s here.” He knelt down, revealing his cum-covered ass. “Yep. Here it is.” He started to turn, but stopped, his eyes glued to the screen.

“What’s wrong?” Will asked.

“Nothing,” Pastor Kline said, shaking himself out of his daze. “Sorry… I, ugh… got lightheaded for a second.” He handed Will the phone as the call stopped ringing. “It was your dad, I think. It said ‘Dad’ under the, uhm, picture.”

“Thanks,” Will said. “I’ll call him back later.”

“I still want to meet your father,” I said, taking his phone, eyeing the picture on the screen. “He’s a handsome man. I see where you and Jay get it from.”

“I’ve already told you,” Will said, putting his phone to the side, “He’s as far from us as you could get.”

“Like you?” I asked, smiling. “Now, I think it’s time I had a chance of exploring Young Mr. Kline.” I stepped forward and wrapped my arm around Ryan’s body, pulling him close. “Would Papa Kline like to join?”

“I have to head out,” Pastor Kline said.

“What?” Will said. “Already?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Sorry.”

“But we only got started,” Ryan said.

“And I still wanted to be sandwiched between my pastors,” Lewis said.

“Maybe another time,” Pastor Kline said, collecting his things. “I’m sorry. It’s been incredible, though.” He looked at Ryan, his eyes tearing up. “I finally got to do what I’ve always dreamed of doing. I’ve had my son fuck my ass.”

“It won’t be the last time,” Ryan said. “We should go on a guys trip this summer.”

“Absolutely,” Pastor Kline said. “We’ll make that happen.”

“Who knows,” I said, my aching cock pressing into Ryan’s ass. “Maybe we’ll all join. I’d like to have my way with multiple generations.”

We watched Pastor Kline leave while Lewis and Will went back to the room, Ryan pressing his ass against my cock.

“You think you can handle me,” I whispered, lightly biting his ear. “All of me?” I ran my hands along his sides, moving them to his front, feeling the muscles which defined his young body. He felt powerful, like he was at the peak of his youth, of his strength, of his power. I was excited to add to him, to his body, to his life. “What is it that you want?”

“I want your cock inside me,” Ryan said, his hands reaching back, grabbing my ass.

“And?”

“I want your poz cum.”

“And?” I pressed.

“And I want you to tear my ass to pieces,” he said.

I smiled. “Strong words from someone who has only fucked a few times.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want,” Ryan said. “My dad knew what he wanted. “Will knew what he wanted. So did Peter. Sometimes, we just know.”

“Good,” I whispered, watching as my breath sent chills across his warm skin. “Because there is no going back. Just look at Peter who is still clawing for it. Look at Jay, Will, your father.”

Ryan tilted his head back, looking me in the eye. “I want it,” he said. “Can’t you feel Will’s cum leaking out of my ass. I want it.”

I reached down and could feel it still leaking out. I smiled. “Guess you’re lubed up.” I shoved my dick into his ass, his body jumping as I filled him.

“Fuck!” he cried, his hands leaving my ass, one reaching back and wrapping around to my neck, the other reaching out into the air. “Oh, fuck!”

“Feel that,” I growled, thrusting hard into his ass, his body shaking from my intrusion. “I’m tearing you up inside. You thought Will was big, you have no idea. Will and I are different.”

“How?” he moaned, his breathing short as I held nothing back.

“Will makes love,” I told him, jamming my cock harder into his ass with each word. “I fuck… hard.” I pushed his arm away from my neck and wrapped my arms beneath his armpits, trapping him against me.

“Fuck me,” Ryan cried, his chest heaving. “Fuck me!”

My arms wrapped around his chest, and I could feel his heart beating hard against my arms. His one hand rested on my arm, his fingers touching the tally marks.

“Do you want to be one of them?” I whispered. “Do you want to be one of many?”

He moaned, his hand trying to grasp the tattoo. I slammed into him again.

“Do you,” I continued, “want to be like your father?”

Slam.

“Like Will?”

Slam.

“Like,” I said, pressing my mouth to his ear, tasting his sweat, “me?”

“Yes,” he groaned, his hole grasping my cock and milking it. “It’s all I want!”

“Then it’s yours.” I buried my cock deep, unloading in his ass, hearing him moan as his own cock started pumping out his neg cum. I watched it cover the floor, his body releasing what he no longer wanted, his ass accepting what he needed. “Beautiful,” I said, kissing his neck.

(Pastor Kline’s Perspective)

I looked down at the screen, watching as the phone continued to ring. I felt dizzy, my legs suddenly weak. “It was your dad, I think,” I said, trying to calm my racing heart. “It said ‘Dad’ under the, uhm, picture.”

I didn’t hear much of what everyone said after that. I felt numb, as if I’d run a race. I made an excuse to leave, though I hated to. Seeing my boy naked amongst all those men, the men who saw me and wanted me, made me the hardest I’d ever been. This was the night I had been waiting for, even before I knew Ryan would be there. For weeks I had told Will and Dom that the fuck I wanted the most was with my son. Sure, we'd be able to fuck again, but again with everyone else? I didn't know...

I got in my car and drove home, sitting outside, unable to go in. I didn’t want to see my wife. I didn’t want to see anyone. My heart was still racing. I had wanted to stay, to watch Dom take my son’s hole as he had taken mine so many weeks ago. I wanted Ryan to fill me again with the cum which would, under other circumstances, become my grandchildren, but was now meant to become toxic. Yes, the other men would help him along this road, but I wanted to be there for every fuck, for every load.

I wanted to see him becoming the man I had wanted to be when I was his age, when I had been young and first in love. I still remembered that man, the man who had captured my heart, who had first helped me realize that I was gay. He had been a senior when I was a freshman, new on that college campus. I sought after him for so long… but it was never to be. I never knew if he even knew that I had wanted him. I never knew if he had given me hints… as I had given him. Ben. I remembered his name.

And, I still remembered his face, though tonight was the first time I had seen it in decades. Like me, he had gotten older, and, like me, he went by a new name: Dad. How had I never noticed the similarities before? How had I never realized that the man who I had first fallen in love with, the man who made me realize that I wanted men, was Will’s father?

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I'm hoping to shift the story forward within the next section which will be the last from this night. Yes, conversions are coming. Will's father will be arriving soon............

Sorry, no chapter today. I'm currently traveling and don't have the availability. 

I did want to acknowledge that today is the 1 year anniversary of the first chapter of Will and Dom's journey, and I thank you all for your enthusiasm. It's been great seeing your messages, public and private, showing how much these characters turn you on. I always love hearing from you. 

Thanks, 

Heir2012 

I've always preferred mature men. 

There is an expectation that older men are respectable and would never do anything deviant. That's why it is hot when you see them fucking someone who could be their grandson. It's hot seeing them act according to built-up sexual desires bursting out. 

Now, I prefer when the man is still somewhat fit, still able to get hard and fuck well. 

Also, one of the first men I had a crush on when I was growing up is now a grandfather, and it only makes him hotter. 

I'd love to see Tim Kruger fuck Jackson Hood or see Jackson Hood fuck Griffin Barrows. Just give me a combination of tall, hairy, verbal, and big dicks, I'm happy. 

19 hours ago, pozcumslut27 said:

Well im pretty sure my balls are dead. I still have the band on after 24 hours now how to tell my wife

Tell us how that goes... Balls and your wife. 

From a porn perspective, I love watching young guys fuck older men. It's like watching a son fuck his father. The age gap makes it hot. 

22 hours ago, Sturm611 said:

Your account of him biting down on the inside of his mouth and slurping up Jay's poz load was so fucking hot. 

Glad you liked it. I wasn't sure about that choice at first, but I want to show that Peter just wants to fuck his life up. As I've said before, I never know how far is too far to go, even on BZ. I think Peter would inject Dom's blood into his arm if he had the chance. 

Part 32: Peter fucks Jay (Part 4)

(Peter's Perspective)

I couldn’t wait to fuck Jay’s hole. As soon as we were in my bedroom, I slammed him against the wall and kissed him hard. He was a strong man. I could feel an energy in him, his drive for sex as strong as my own. Since my wife didn’t want me fucking her anymore, my abundance of cum disgusting to her, I had a lot of fucking built up, even with Dom, Will and Pastor Kline bringing me into their world. Jay’s hand reached down to my crotch and grabbed hold of my balls and squeezed, sending a rush through my body.

“You’re a hot fucker,” Jay whispered, biting my ear.

“So are you,” I said. “Is every man in your family as hot as you and Will?”

He smiled. “I think we’d fuck him if we got the chance.”

“I’d love to watch,” I said.

Jay kissed my neck, his one hand reaching up and twisting my nipple, pulling on it hard.

“Fuck,” I huffed, his aggressive nature taking me back but turning me on.

“If I’m not careful,” Jay said, “I might leave a mark for your wife to find.”

I stared into his eyes, my heartbeat increasing. “I want you to,” I told him. “Leave me all marked up. That’s the point of this.”

He smiled, squeezing my balls tighter. “Fuck, I need you flooding my hole.”

“Then let’s go.” I pulled him from the wall and threw him on the bed, my eyes focused on his biohazard tattoo. Fuck, I need one of those, I thought. My cock was hard, sticking straight out, precum dripping down on the floor and leaving a trail.

“Leaking like a faucet,” Jay said, licking his lips. “I want a taste before you fill my hole.”

“If you’re ready,” I said, climbing on the bed and crawling over his strong body. His cock brushed across my balls, a string of his toxic precum stretching between us as I aimed my cock for his waiting mouth.

“Let me taste what your wife takes for granted,” Jay said, sticking out his tongue and licking the head of my cock.

I threw my head back, air sucked from my lungs as Jay fed on my cock like a baby drinking its milk. My hand reached down, grabbing his head and pushing more of my cock into his mouth. His hands grabbed my waist, holding me steady, keeping me from passing out as the greatest blowjob I’d ever experienced weakened my body.

“F…u…c…k…” I moaned, every moment of longing for a man’s mouth around my cock, for my cock held tight in a man’s hole, for someone, anyone, to appreciate the body God had given me, the power he had given me, the cum given to me waiting to be toxic, hitting me at once. Taking Lewis had been my first step. Pastor Kline and Will were the next. Dom took hold and solidified my change, proving that I was destined to be a toxic pervert, transforming all holes I could find, whether at school, church, or anywhere else I could find a man.

Jay continued to swallow, drinking me down. “Fuck, man,” Jay said, my cock popping out of his mouth, precum collecting on his lips and chin. “It just never stops, does it?”

“Imagine what my underwear looks like at the end of the day,” I said. “They’re always stained.”

“Works of art,” he said, smiling. “Bet you fill up a condom quick.”

“Not anymore,” I said. “No more condoms for me. Bareback from now on.”

“That’s the way to go,” Jay said. “I think it’s time for you to fill my gut up. I haven’t had cum leaking out of my hole for too long.”

“So, a day?” I said.

“Almost,” Jay said.

I moved down his body, my precum trailing down his chest and abs, collecting where his own precum had started to pool around his groin. I leaned down and licked from his groin up his abs, tasting every part of him. Fuck, he tasted good. He tasted like a man. “Let’s see if you can’t help make my cum-gift a bit more… hazardous.” I grabbed his legs and lifted them up, hoisting his lower body into the air. I bent my leg against his back, holding him up until I could grab hold of his ass and spread his cheeks apart, revealing his worn hole.

“It’s all yours,” Jay said, winking.

I dived down, eating his hole, doing everything Will and Dom had taught me. His ass was sweaty, but it tasted amazing. I could tell that he was fucked often, his hole slightly puffy, showing wear. He wouldn’t be as hard to enter as Lewis was, and something told me that he was probably even more open than Will. Dom fucked hard, but Jay seemed to spend his life now filled with cock.

I moved from his hole and then licked up his taint, filling my mouth with his balls. His eyes rolled back into his head, mouth open as he gasped.

“Swallow them down,” Jay moaned. “Taste my toxic bombs.”

I’d never had another man’s balls in my mouth, but I was suddenly aware that I had within my mouth a part of Jay’s manhood. What made his cock a weapon was at my mercy, a quick bite causing the ultimate pain. I wouldn’t, but the power caused my cock to jump.

“Ready?” I asked, his balls popping out of my mouth, a few strands of pubic hair clinging to my chin.

“More than ready,” he said.

I aimed my dripping cock up with his hole and then shoved inside, no resistance pushing against what we both wanted.

“Fuck me, man,” Jay growled, his worn hole squeezing around my cock, already milking my abundant cum out of me.

“With pleasure.” I pushed inside him as hard as I could, slamming across his prostate, and causing his toes to curl and his hole to squeeze again. It felt great, even better than fucking Will as I knew Jay was an even greedier cumdump than his brother.

“God, your dick is incredible,” Jay cried, his hand jerking his own cock while the other twisted his nipples. “Fuck me. Fuck me with that married dick. Fuck me hard with that adulterous cock, the cock your wife doesn’t appreciate.”

“It’s all yours,” I said, thrusting hard, my balls slapping his ass. “I can’t remember the last time I fucked her pussy. I can’t remember the last time I fucked her and she wanted it, she wanted my cum inside her.”

“I want it,” Jay begged. “I want it all. Every drop of your cum. Every drop of the cum your wife won’t take. Fill me up with your cum till I explode. I want it pouring out of my hole and onto your marital bed.”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a picture on the wall of me and my wife on our wedding day, both of us smiling, neither knowing what would become of us. I didn’t know how she would turn on me and what made me special, what Will, Dom, and everyone else saw to be special and desirable. I didn’t know that I’d fuck one of my students, creating in him a need for toxic cock. I never would have thought at that young age, so innocent, that one day I’d be willingly taking poz cock, trying to infect my body, turning my copious outpour of cum into a weapon. I had been so harmless. So pure. Now…

I looked down at Jay as he furiously jacked his cock, his balls disappearing into his body as his hole tightened around my cock, his toxic cum shooting out over his chest and face.

“This is what I want,” I said, looking back at my wedding photo, looking at my wife, the cunt who never saw the real me. I want to fuck ass, I thought, slamming deep into Jay’s hole, every angry day after years of marriage flooding my body. I want cock in my hole. I want to fuck men for the rest of my life, however long or short. I want cum inside me, turning me, changing me forever. I want my cum to be hazardous. “I want your toxic cum!” I shouted, looking down at Jay. I didn’t know if I’d already started turning, if Will and Dom had done their job, but I was done waiting. I bit down on the inside of my mouth, tasting blood. I reached down and scooped up his cum and shoved it in my mouth, swirling my tongue and pressing the toxic loud into the cut.

“FUCK!” I screamed, my head thrown back as I started to cum, shooting out one of the biggest loads I’d ever made.

“I can feel it,” Jay cried, reaching up and pressing his hand on my pelvis, grabbing my pubic hair and pulling me closer. “Fill me, you fucking god!”

“You want it all?”

“I want it all,” he said. “I want everything. Drain your balls. Give me your last neg load.”

“It’s all yours,” I said, pressing harder into his ass, forcing every inch inside him. Cum started leaking out, running down his back and collecting on the sheets. I scooped some up and threw it at the wall, some of it splattering on my wedding photo. Jay saw what I had done and smiled. “Fuck the cunt who can’t appreciate your gift.”

“And yours,” I said, a small amount of pink cum dripping out of my mouth and running down my chin.

“What the fuck?” Jay said. “Did you just…”

“I’m tired of waiting,” I said, sliding down on the bed, my cock still in his hole, our bodies now pressing together in a heated, sweaty mess. I licked his cum off his chest and along his neck, kissing his chin where a nice coating of his toxic juice remained. “I want to be poz,” I told him, smiling. “I don’t care who does it.”

“That’s so fucking hot,” Jay said, pulling me in for a deep kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, and I felt a sharp pain as it brushed over the cut.

I found my cock starting to get hard again, my balls ready for another round. I started to pump into his ass, the desire for the roughest fuck of my life taking over. I wanted his ass to bleed, to infect me. I wanted our bodies tied together, unable to leave this room until I was transformed into the man I’d always wanted to be.

“You’re a deviant pervert like me,” Jay said, his arms wrapped around me, his fingers digging into my back. I felt a sudden shock as he scratched me, my cock jumping to life and unloading another rush of cum into his hole.

“Fuck!” I cried, feeling the burn from the scratch deep in my skin.

“So,” Jay said, smiling, “he responds to pain. I like that.”

“Good,” I said, slamming into his body, the bed creaking, slamming against the wall, causing the pictures to shake. I looked over at my wedding photo and slammed into Jay again. “Fuck it.” I pounded his ass again and again and again, watching as the photo shook, barely holding itself where it had resided for years. I’d never fucked anyone this hard, my cum sloshing out of Jay’s hole and covering our bodies. Jay’s back was arching, his eyes closed.

“Fuck me!” he cried, grabbing me and pulling me down to him, his teeth biting down on my shoulder, creating a mark.

“Fuck!” I slammed one last time into his hole, the bed hitting the wall and my wedding photo falling from its place, shattering on the floor as I came a third time.

The orgasm shook my body even after I stopped cumming. I pulled out of Jay and eased my way down his body, resting my head next to his cock which was hard again. I sucked it into my mouth and fed on its toxic juice, relishing the perfect warmth filling me. I saw the empty spot where my wedding photo had been and felt happier than I’d ever been.

“Fuck, dude,” Jay said, his hand reaching down and caressing my hair. “That was incredible.”

I sucked his dick harder, cupping his balls with one hand while the other slipped into his hole and found his prostate covered in my cum. I started to press down, his body responding.

“Yes,” he moaned, his palm pressed against my cheek. “Fucking yes. I’ll cum in your mouth. I’ll cum all over the cut and turn you. I’ll poz you up. I’ll poz you like my brother pozzed me!”

What? I thought as he started cumming, filling my mouth with his toxic load.

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Not sure how much of the night I should write about as I know everyone just wants to see Peter, Lewis, and Ryan convert. What are your thoughts? Who do you want to see fuck? Should I jump to them converting? What do you think? Let me know. 

Part 32 tonight...

I guess if jerking off becomes an addiction that interferes with your life, it could be helpful to try. I can't imagine going a whole month. My balls hurt after 3 days. 

I hate watching porn where I can't tell the top is about to cum or is cumming. I like watching/hearing the build. I like seeing the faces contorted in orgasmic agony. I want to hear him moaning/grunting as he's about to blow his load. When I cum, I'm not screaming, but I'm letting the bottom know. Otherwise, it's boring. 

1 hour ago, PozTalkAuthor said:

Oh damn! I read the last chapter and, super hot! Although it was a sexless day for many reasons.

Longing to hear more - waiting for the two young boys -and Peter- to convert!

Rather, is Will going to discover he's his brother's gifter?

Conversions are on their way.

Jay's secret won't be hidden forever. 

More still to cum.

Part 31: Will, Ryan, and Pastor Kline Fuck (Part 3)

(Will's perspective)

My hands crept down Ryan’s face, rough stubble scratching my palm, feeling his throat as my cock filled him. I was still getting hard, filling his air passageway. I could feel the veins of his neck straining, air cut off as he tried to take as much of me as he could. His body struggled for a moment and then tried to calm itself as it adjusted to this new intruder. Just wait until I enter his ass, I thought.

“Proud of your boy?” I asked Pastor Kline.

“I’ve never been prouder,” he said, sliding his son’s cock out of his mouth, licking his lips.

Ryan’s hands wrapped around my legs, squeezing slightly at first and then grabbing tight the longer he went without air. Seeing his red face, I pulled out, a string of spit and precum dribbling down his chin. I’d only ever fucked men older than myself, meaning Ryan was as new to me as I was to him.

“Fuck” Ryan gasped, looking up at me with watering eyes. He was a gorgeous young man. I understood why Pastor Kline fantasized about him. He would, under different circumstances, make any woman go crazy chasing after him. They still would, though they’d come up short.

“How does it taste?” Pastor Kline asked his son.

“Incredible,” he said, watching as his father ran his tongue up his shaft, stopping at the head where a bead of precum oozed out. “The best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

Pastor Kline kissed the head of Ryan’s cock, the precum sticking to his lips. “You taste incredible, Son.”

“Does he taste like you?” I asked.

“Only one way to tell,” Pastor Kline said. He stood up and presented his cock where precum was leaking out of his less-than-impressive member. I reached out and grabbed his balls, pulling him close and squeezing slightly. He winced, but more precum dribbled out.

“Your dad likes pain,” I told Ryan. “That should bode well when you fuck his ass.” I took Pastor Kline’s cock in my mouth and tasted his precum, savoring the flavor. “Now, for the younger Kline’s baby batter.” I moved down to Ryan’s cock and tasted his precum, taking his balls and squeezing.

“Fuck,” Ryan moaned, his cock oozing more precum.

“Seems like you’re like your father after all,” I said, releasing his balls. “You like pain, too. That’ll work well once you get my cock up your ass.”

“How do we taste?” Pastor Kline asked.

I licked my lips. “Pretty close,” I said, smiling. “Though,” I continued, reaching out and grabbing Pastor Kline’s limp dick, “yours does have a certain… tang about it.”

“Like yours?” he said, winking at me. “Should we get to work changing my son’s cum, giving him that same tang?”

“I think we’re ready to go,” I said. “Ready to poz up?”

“More than ready,” Ryan said.

Pastor Kline climbed onto the bed, lying on his back and lifting his legs up to his shoulders. He reached down and spread his cheeks, revealing his hole. “Ready to fill up your old man?” he asked Ryan.

“I’m more than ready,” Ryan said, slowly climbing onto the bed. He hesitated for a moment, looking back at me.

“Bend down and eat his ass first,” I told him. “It’ll open him up. Plus, your dad likes it.”

“Don’t hold back,” Pastor Kline said. “Open your dad up. Go where no son has gone before.”

Ryan lied down on the bed, crawling up between his father’s legs, his face inches from his father’s hole. I could see that he was hesitant, but after looking back at my cock, he licked his lips and dived into his dad’s hole.

“Fuck, Ryan,” Pastor Kline moaned, one hand reaching down and grabbing his son’s head, pulling him in deeper. “Get deep in my ass.”

I watched as Ryan’s body humped the bed, his head moving further into his father’s ass. His nose and mouth were digging deep into his father’s hole, opening him up and leaving a slobbery trail ready for his cock.

I stood behind them, kneeling down and grabbing Ryan’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart, revealing his virgin hole. I stuck my finger into my mouth and shoved it into his ass.

“Fuck,” Ryan shouted, looking back at me, face moist from his father’s ass sweat and his own saliva.

“I’ve got to open you up,” I said.

“I thought that’s why I sucked your dick.”

I twisted my finger, shoving another in. “Opening up your insides,” I told him. “If you want to poz, we’ve got to get into your bloodstream. This gives my dick a head start.”

“Hurts like hell.”

“That’s the point,” I said, fitting a third inside.

Ryan returned to his father’s hole, a fourth finger entering Ryan. We worked each other for several minutes until Pastor Kline’s hole was open for his son and Ryan’s hole showed streaks of blood on my fingers. We were all ready to go.

“You enter first,” I told Ryan, crawling behind him and whispering into his ear. “Don’t be gentle. Your dad likes to be fucked hard and rough.”

“I’ll do my best,” Ryan said.

“Give it to me, Son,” Pastor Kline said, opening his ass again.

Ryan crawled up between his father’s legs, moving into the usual missionary style. He grabbed his dick and slowly pushed into Pastor Kline’s hole, his eyes closed and face contorted in ecstasy.

“You’re so big, Ryan,” Pastor Kline moaned, looking up into his son’s face. He reached a hand up and wrapped it around the back of his son’s neck and pulled him down into a passionate kiss.

Ryan bottomed out after slowly pushing into his father’s hole and then slowly pulled out, creating an easy rhythm.

“Let’s get this going,” I said, crawling up behind Ryan. I spit on my cock and pulled Ryan’s ass open, moving my dick until it was aiming at his hole. “Are you ready to lose your anal virginity?”

“Fuck me hard,” Ryan said, looking back at me, his father’s hand still caressing his son’s face.

“Poz him, Will,” Pator Kline said. “Poz my boy’s hole.”

“With pleasure,” I said, shoving my dick into Ryan’s ass.

“FUCK!” Ryan screamed, his body lifting off his father’s, back arching, head thrown back. Pastor Kline reached up and grabbed his son’s arms, holding him inside his body.

“Take the pain,” Pastor Kline said. “Feel it shaking your body. Let it fill you.”

“It hurts!”

“It has to,” Pastor Kline told him. “He needs to tear open your hole if you want to be one of us.”

“Isn’t that what you want?” I asked, reaching around and grabbing Ryan’s neck, feeling his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Don’t you want to become one of us?”

“Yes,” Ryan managed, his body covered in sweat.

“Now, you set the pace,” I told him. “Fuck my cock my fucking your father’s ass.”

It took Ryan a second to manage through the pain, but he started his rhythm again, sliding up and down my cock while fucking his father’s hole.

“God,” Ryan moaned. “This is incredible.”

As Ryan pushed back on my, and pushed forward, finding the right spot. Ryan cried out, body shaking.

“That’s your prostate,” I told him. “That’s what I wanted to find. That’s what’s gonna make you blow your thick load of Kline cum deep into your father’s ass.” I thrusted again, causing Ryan to moan once more.

“That’s right,” Pastor Kline said. “Make my boy feel good.”

“I will,” I said, picking up my pace, forcing Ryan to fuck his father harder.

The smell of sweat and cum filled the room. With every invasion into Ryan’s ass, he cried out, not only from the pain but also the pleasure of my cock hitting his prostate but also his cock throbbing inside his father’s ass.

“I’m… I’m gonna…” Ryan tried to speak, his chest heaving as he moved between us, overstimulating his body.

“Do it,” Pastor Kline cried, his own cock leaking his toxic cum without it being touched. “Fill me, Son. Fuck me up with your cum. Knock me up with my grandchildren!”

“Fuck,” Ryan cried, slamming forward, body shaking as he unloaded into his father’s ass.

"Fucking fill me," Pastor Kline moaned, his cock shooting out his own toxic cum, his cock still limp, his hole giving him pleasure. 

“Fuck, yeah,” I said, holding Ryan’s body close and fucking him harder, hitting his prostate and milking his neg load out into his father's hole. I could feel my body tensing, my balls rising up, cum ready to shoot. “Are you ready to be pozzed?” I whispered. “Are you ready for us to claim your hole?”

“Take me,” Ryan cried, head turning and kissing me deep.

“You’ve got it,” I said, slamming into his hole and cumming deep inside, my toxic cum filling his ruined hole. 

Ryan fell forward, his body exhausted from the stimulation. I pulled out and crawled off the bed, helping Ryan pull his shrinking cock out of his father's ass. It plopped out, his cum leaking out. I scooped some up and licked it up, savoring the taste. I then scooped up Pastor Kline's cum and tasted it.

"Well," Pastor Kline asked. 

"Tastes the same," I told them. "Again, Ryan is missing the tang."

"Don't worry," Ryan said. "I'll be upgrading the flavor soon."

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I know there have been long stretches between sections, but I'm expecting to be writing more consistently soon. Probably within the next two weeks. 

I've seen some used jockstraps at the gym and have thought about stealing them, maybe wearing them in front of the guy, waiting to see if he noticed. 

Aspects of the film were funny, but the main character was grating. 

Hair above and around my dick started at 12, but hair on my balls started at 10. Didn't start growing a treasure trail until 15. Chest hair started at 17/18. 

Knew a guy who could grow a full beard when he was 14. Hot fucker. Incredibly hairy. 

I wear briefs for the support. 

I'm odd in the fact that I enjoy eating cum while I'm horny. Right after I cum, I lose the desire. 

I also had a teacher who wore tight pants. When he'd walk over to your desk, his bulge would rest on the desk's top, almost as if he was doing it on purpose. He was one reason I asked so many questions when taking exams. 

Part 30: Dom takes Lewis (Part 2)

(Dom's perspective)

Will went back with Pastor Kline and Ryan, and I watched them, wondering what it would be like to see the father and son explore each other in a new light for the first time. Sure, I’d seen fathers and sons fuck each other before, breaking the limits of their relationship. There’s nothing hotter than watching a father inject into his son the very cum which made him, filling him with what could be his brothers. Well, watching Jay and Will fuck was fun too.

I looked down at the eager-to-please Lewis, his shining eyes radiating innocence back up to me, and I knew I needed to see some tears welling up from being torn open by my monster dick. I don’t want to ruin a man’s hole, causing too much trauma, but I like giving them something to scream about. It’s a sound you don’t forget. You also don’t forget the look on their face. I still remembered Will’s face. I remember the twins I fucked, identical wide eyes and open mouths, quivering bodies, shaking hands as they reached out for something sturdy to take hold of. Neither knew I had fucked the other, not even after I pozzed them. I wonder if they ended up fucking each other. It would be like fucking yourself.

For now, I wrapped my hand around the back of Lewis’s head and pushed my dick further into his throat, watching as his face grew red, tears starting to form, and the veins and muscles in his neck popping out from the strain. Fuck, young men were the best. Sure, I’d fucked several teenagers in my day, all eighteen to keep the cops off my case, but most of the time I looked for men like… well, I didn’t have a type. Not a body type, at least. I sought innocence, I guess. I liked taking something pure and turning it into something dirty, into something far from what was planned. I liked to damn things. Maybe that’s why I loved Will so much. Knowing I had taken and corrupted a young preacher, a virgin no less, got me instantly hard. My cock bucked in Lewis’s throat just thinking about it.

“Time to breathe,” I said, releasing his head.

My dick shot out of his mouth, spit trailing down his chin and covering his chest and legs. He coughed, chest heaving, and I was worried for a split second that he wasn’t going to catch his breath. I’ve always known my dick is large, able to fill beyond capacity anyone’s throat. I was happy to see Lewis catching his breath, meaning I knew I could push him harder.

“How did that taste?” I asked him.

“Fucking incredible,” Lewis said. His face was still red, his tears mixing with the sweat and spit covering his face.

“Harder to take than Mr. Flanagan’s?”

Lewis nodded.

“I wish I could tell you that I cum like him, but I wasn’t gifted with such power.”

He shook his head, smiling. “I love his cum,” he said, “but I love your monster cock just as much… maybe more.”

“You want this cock?” I asked, wrapping my hand around the base, swinging my girthy member so that it hit against his face. “Where do you want my huge, throbbing, stiff, manly cock?”

Lewis opened his mouth and started toward my cock, but I reached out and kept him back. His eyes looked up at me, pleading.

“Your throat feels incredible on my cock,” I told him, running my hand over his cheek, smearing his sweat and tears, “but I think I need to open your hole up and make you a part of our… cult, I’d like to say.”

“It’s all I want,” Lewis said, reaching out and grabbing my hips, holding me tight.

“Then let’s get started.” I backed up and sat onto the couch, scooting down and spreading my legs out, ass-splitting cock sticking straight up, welcoming him. “Well, boy, start fucking yourself. Prove to me you want my gift.”

“Yes, sir.” Lewis jumped to his feet and stepped toward me, eyes hypnotized by my leaking dick.

“Did you ever think you’d be here?” I asked him, watching as he licked his lips.

“Never,” he said.

“Never thought of cock before?”

“Never,” he said.

“And look at you now.” I heard a scream from down the hall. “Sounds like they’re having fun. Let’s join them. I know you want me deep inside you,” I told him, “filling your guts with my toxic seed, but take your time. Enjoy this. You’ll remember it for the rest of your life. Understand?”

Lewis looked at me and nodded. His own cock was erect, a stream of pre-cum dripping down, covering Peter’s floor. How the fuck would he explain all our stains to his wife? Did we give a fuck?

“Straddle me, boy,” I said.

Lewis started to turn, but I stopped him.

“But,” he started, “you said—”

“Face me,” I told him. “I want to see your face as I enter you.”

“Yes, sir,” he said.

I brought my legs together, helping him until he was standing over me, my cock and his cock meeting, our dripping pre-cum mixing on my balls. His cock looked so small compared to mine. And to think he once thought he could satisfy someone with a cock like that, a cock so average. Even a woman would grow tired of a cock so insignificant. Good thing we got to him first and showed him where he belonged. I reached down and pushed my cock down, helping him over it until I let go and it slapped his ass.

“Looks like it knows where it wants to go,” I said. “Spit in your hand and cover your hole. I’m not using any lube other than your spit.”

Lewis nodded and spit into his hand. As he started to reach back, I grabbed his hand and brought it to me, adding my own spit to the mix.

“Make it count,” I said.

He reached back, my own hands following and grabbing his cheeks, pulling them open. “Get it nice and wet, boy. If you don’t, I’ll tear you open. You don’t want that… yet.”

Lewis’s cock was leaking as he pressed against his hole, his face contorted in what could be mistaken as pain, but I knew it was a look of deep longing. This is what he had been waiting for. Just like Will had wanted me, so did this young man need me to open him up to his new future as a cumdump poz whore.

“Ready?” I asked.

He looked down at me, a slight fear in his eyes. “Yes, sir.”

“Then take it slow,” I said, pulling on his ass, helping him toward my cock. Slowly he squatted, my cock pushing between his cheeks and meeting his hole. “Remember what it felt like with Mr. Flanagan? This is going to hurt more at first, but once you give it time, it’ll be the best fucking thing you’ve ever felt.”

He continued down, the head of my cock pushing into his hole, straining against his tightness. I could have done for him what I did for Will, taking my time to open him up, but Lewis wasn’t like Will. Lewis was, for the lack of a better word, a disposable fuck. You didn’t take your time. You did what felt good for you and unloaded. Sure, I’d ease Lewis into this role, but he needed to learn quickly what he would be experiencing the rest of his life.

Seeing his struggle, I knew I needed to help. I bucked my hips up, forcing myself into his body. Lewis gasped, hands reaching out and finding my chest, his fingers lost in my chest hair as his legs shook. Gravity took hold and he slid down my shaft, taking half of my cock into his body.

“Fuck,” he moaned, eyes watering, face red. His head was thrown back, a silent moan coursing through his body.

“You’ve got it,” I told him, releasing his ass and moving up to his hips. I held them and helped him continue, taking our time. “How does it feel?”

“It hurts,” he said through gritted teeth.

“You’ll learn to love the pain,” I said. While I may have broken his trust by thrusting inside him, I remained good for the rest of his journey down my cock. He took his time, easing himself onto the biggest dick he’d ever seen. After a few minutes, he was looking down at me with a smile.

“It feels amazing,” he said, his body covered in sweat. “It’s huge. I’ve never felt this full.”

“And I’m only gonna fill you up more,” I told him. “Ready?”

He nodded.

I started pulling myself out of his hole, slowly moving until only the head remained. I could tell from the look on his face that he was feeling empty, that he was missing the feeling that only I could give him. Already his body was hungry for cock, needing it to fill him. Not wanting to prolong his agony, I pushed back inside, moving faster than before.

“Fuck,” Lewis moaned.

“That’s right,” I told him, pulling back out and thrusting in again. “Ride my poz cock. Milk my toxic cum into your neg ass.”

Lewis started moving with my thrusts, taking more of me faster. It didn’t take long before he was impaling himself as hard as he could, loud moans escaping his mouth. Soon, I wasn’t having to move at all as Lewis took control and did all the work.

“Fuck me,” he shouted. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Fuck me full of your huge cock.”

“You want it?”

“Give it to me,” he shouted.

“This is gonna be the rest of your life,” I told him. “You’ll spend every second hunting dick like mine, trying to fill the void I’m creating.”

Lewis moaned, tears in his eyes.

“You can say goodbye to college,” I laughed, “Unless you want to be the cumdump for whatever frat will take you.”

I watched as Lewis’s cock throbbed with each degrading comment, the realization of his addiction to cock and cum already taking over.

“What do you want?” I asked, my hands grabbing onto his hips, fingers digging into his soft skin.

“I want your cum!”

“What kind of cum?”

“Poz cum!”

“You want me to poz you? You want me to knock you up? You want me to destroy your ass?”

“Yes! Destroy my ass. Poz me! Poz me! POZ ME!”

“You’ve got it!” I held him tight and slammed my dick as far and as hard as I could into his ass, my body shaking as jets of my poisonous cum shot into and filled Lewis’s body.

“Fuck,” Lewis cried, head thrown back as his own cock shot his load onto my chest, covering me with his neg load.

I looked down at his spent cum and imagined it to be the last neg load of his life. Peter sure found a special hole. Already I could tell that we had him. He was on his way to becoming a poz whore. Soon, he'd be converting and making a nice addition to my tally marks. Will could have Ryan. I wanted the privilege of knocking this ass up all to myself. 

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I know my posts have been sporadic, but thanks for hanging in. Dom's wilder side is starting to cum out a bit more. Do you want him to go darker?