Heir2012

Every man is different. I know one guy who has to stop jerking off for a few days before having sex so he could perform/feel in the mood. For myself, it varies on the situation, how I feel physically/mentally, even the time of year. There are days when I could jerk off 3-4 times a day for several days and not feel myself losing any sexual motivation/desire. If you want to cum a ton, then wait. If you want to hype yourself up, starving yourself of any sexual pleasure could help or it could hurt. Does it boost you up when you don't cum or does it weaken your desire?

I've already determined that if I have a son, I won't have him circumcised. When it comes to hygiene, it just takes the discipline to clean properly. You teach men to keep clean. That's all you need to do. Yes, there are some medical issues that require men to be cut, but they are rare instances. Personally, I am cut, and I wish I wasn't. Something was taken from me without my permission. I wish I could have it back.

Part 34: What Men Want (The Final Part of the Fuck Night) (Peter’s Perspective) “He doesn’t know?” “No,” Jay said. “And he isn’t going to find out.” “So, he thinks it was your boyfriend?” Jay nodded. The revelation of this secret has my mind racing. Will had told me what had happened between him and Jay, how Jay had sabotaged his condom, ensuring Will’s toxic cum will fill his body, and while I could see that it had felt to Will to be a breaking of trust, Jay’s manipulation of the situation got me hard. Weren’t we all like Jay? Weren’t we all hypnotized by the darkest parts of ourselves, doing as our devil on the shoulder told us? Jay knew what he wanted, so he did what he had to do to get it. He wanted to get closer to Will, to what Will had become, and he decided to do what he had to do in order to bridge the gap between them. He wanted to be poz, this new perversion of sex now within his grasp, so he did the only thing he could do. Will believed he had dodged pozzing his brother, but it had been all a lie. Looking at Jay, my cock jumped. He was such a fucking hot man. “Why lie to him?” “Because I needed him to talk to me,” Jay said. “I didn’t want to lose my brother again, not now when we’d finally been able to get close.” “And by that, you mean getting your brother to fuck you.” “Like you wouldn’t if you could?” I smiled. Jay sighed. “I know what I did went too far, but isn’t that what we’re all doing? I mean, come on, you just fucked me in the bed you share with your wife.” Jay was right. I knew he was right. We were all racing over the line of what was considered morally good, decent, acceptable. Will was still pretending to be the picture of religious perfection along with Pastor Kline who was getting fucked by his own son. Jay had tricked his own brother into pozzing him and then lied about it. Dom had taken a pure man and tainted him… he had done that with all of us. And me, I fucked a student, both of my pastors, and have had so many shots of toxic cum shot into my body that I should have been drowning in it. All of us, if anyone knew the truth, would be run out of town immediately. “Are you going to tell him?” “It’s not my secret to tell,” I told him. “I’ve got my own secrets to keep.” I looked around the room, eyeing the broken wedding photo, the bed in which my wife and I had not had sex in for years but in which I had just fucked a poz man, and Jay who did what he had to do in order to keep Will in his life. I looked at everything that surrounded me, and I felt strange. There were seven men in my house, including me, who were either poz or trying to convert, all fucking their brains out. Never had I thought I could do something like this. And yet, here I was, desecrating my marital bed… and I loved it. I thought back to the moment in my office when I could have let Lewis go, allowing him and me to continue on with your lives, unhindered. But that’s what you’re doing, I realized. Once we’re pozzed, we will truly be unhindered. We’re shaking off the constrictions, the weights holding us down, stifling our truest desires for men, sex, and toxic cum. It’s what we want. It’s what I want. “I want to leave my wife,” I said. “What?” Jay stared at me with a look of shock, as if what he had just told me about Will wasn’t the more surprising of our statements. “We don’t love each other anymore,” I told him. “She just puts up with me. I try to stand her. She hates me touching her. She doesn’t want to fuck. She thinks my hyperspermia is disgusting when everyone here knows it’s a gift. It is a gift. If it wasn’t for that, I would have kids dragging me down, tying me to her forever. I’m not tied to her forever.” “You really want to leave her?” I stared at Jay, a smile filling my face. “Yeah. I do. I want what you have. I want freedom. I want to drive around the country and fuck as many guys as I can, filling them up with my toxic cum, converting as many men as I can along the way. I don’t want to be the perfect husband anymore. I don’t want to hide my perverted side when I love that side of me. I want an arm like Dom, filled with the marks of men I’ve knocked up.” “Don’t get carried away,” Jay said. “I know that’s ironic coming from me, but you need to think about this. You’d be blowing up your whole life.” “Good,” I shouted. “I want to. I want to blow the whole thing up. I want to spend the rest of my life fucking who I want to fuck. I want to get a huge biohazard tattoo on my body, letting everyone know what type of man I am.” Jay was silent. After a moment, the rush started to diminish, and I found myself realizing everything I had just said. Was I really going to do all that? What I going to end my life in order to start a new one? The idea made my head spin. Actually, my head was hurting. And was it getting hotter? "I'm ready," I told Jay. "Fuck whatever was before I fucked Lewis. All I care about is what I've got brewing inside me now. Speaking of which." I pushed Jay down on the bed, grabbing his cock and jacking it off. "Eager man," Jay said, his hands reaching up and running down the sides of my increasingly warm body. "Want this poz slut to fill you up?" "All the way," I told him, straddling his body and grabbing his dick. I lowered myself down, waiting for his cock head to press against my hole. "Fuck my prostate, and I promise to shoot the biggest load you've ever seen over your whole body." Jay smiled. "Now that's something I'd like to see." "My pleasure." My hole opened and Jay jammed his cock into my body, the thickness threatening to tear me wide open. With pleasure, I thought. With pleasure. (Will’s Perspective) “Fuck,” Lewis moaned, his one hand cupping his balls while his other twisted his nipple. “Fuck me harder.” I slammed my dick into his hole, feeling Dom’s cum sloshing around in his guts. Having known Lewis for all these years, never in my mind would I have thought of him as being this horny. Yes, he was a young man filled with crazy hormones, but he was revealing to me just how sex-crazed he was. He moaned loudly, his hands reaching all over his body to twist, pinch, cup, and rub whatever he could to heighten his sense of arousal. Clearly he wasn’t going to be a top or even versatile. He liked having his hole stuffed full with toxic meat, threatening to rip open with each thrust. His body was the type to use until it was worn out. I knew men would love using him. He also didn’t seem like he’d be the alpha in whatever relationship he was going to end up in. I knew some men submitted themselves to others in master/slave scenarios, and I could see Lewis doing the same, giving himself up to a man better than himself. The thought caused my cock to jump. “Are you a horny little slut?” “Yes,” he said, relinquishing his nipple and grabbing his cock, pumping hard. “A huge slut.” “A slut fucking his teacher,” I said, imagining the scene as Peter had described it. “I bet you’d open your hole to every guy at school if you could.” “All of them,” he said. “You’d get on your knees in the locker room and suck off all your teammates.” “All of them,” he said. “I’d suck down every drop.” “All the teachers, too?” “All the men,” he joked. “I’d fuck them all for good grades. Fuck it, bad grades too.” “How about all the men at church?” I reached forward and grabbed his nipples, twisting, causing his body to shudder. “All of them,” he cried. “Line them up at the front. Fuck me on an altar.” “Once you’re poz,” I said, listening to his panting, knowing he’d be cumming soon, “you’ll be whoring yourself out to every man you find.” “Every man in my dorm.” “I bet you’d even fuck your father,” I added. Lewis’s eyes opened, looking frightened for a moment before filling with lust. Never had he thought of fucking his father, but the thought was now in his head. After seeing Ryan fuck his own father, I think we all had it in our minds. Isn’t that one of the draws to Pastor Kline, I questioned, thinking back to when I saw my father’s face in place of his. Did I even want to fuck my father? Wasn’t fucking my brother enough? Doesn’t matter, I thought, my pace quickening, obliterating the young man’s insides as Dom had. I’ll never fuck my father. “I’m cumming,” Lewis said, his hand nearly ripping his cock off as he jerked out a thick load of cum which splattered over his chest. His hand over his balls squeezed tight, as if he was juicing himself for all the cum possible. Staring down at the young man, I wondered what his parents would say if they knew all chances of him being a respectable man with a wife and kids was being relinquished to the very men they trusted to guide him. I thought of all of us, all of us who looked one way to the world but were toxic on the inside, giving ourselves up to Dom and the tally marks on his arms. I looked down at my tattoo, my biohazard symbol over my heart, knowing it was what I wanted more than anything. It was who I was now, and I relished bringing Lewis into the world of depravity. “Are you ready?” I moaned, my balls rising into my body. “Do it,” Lewis said. “Breed me. Breed me deep in my slutty hole.” I scooped up his cum on his chest and smeared it over my tattoo, mixing it into my chest hair. “Look at me,” I told Lewis. “I’m your future. This is what you’ll become after tonight.” “Please,” he cried, “make me like you. Make me in your image.” I slammed my cock hard into his ass, pumping my toxic cum into his waiting guts. Lewis arched his back, his body shuddering, the force of my dick across his prostate causing him to cum hands-free. “I’m filling you up,” I said, admiring his hungry eyes. “You like getting filled, don’t you?” “It’s all I want,” he said, his breathing labored. “What’ll you do when you’re pozzed?” I asked, my cock slipping out of his hole. “Don’t let that leak out.” “I know,” he said, his hole keeping my valuable cum inside him. “I won’t let it drip out.” “You’re learning.” He smiled. “Maybe I’ll be like you,” he said. “Like me?” “Maybe I’ll be a pastor, looking all innocent on the outside, and I’ll be able to fuck men in the church without anyone suspecting.” “Thinking big,” I said. “Though, I’ll warn you, it isn’t easy finding men to fuck.” “You found us.” “We got lucky,” I told him. I leaned down and kissed him. I swore I could taste Dom’s cock on his lips. “And I’m happy we did.” (Pastor Kline’s Perspective) August 1972 “And this, Mark, will be your room.” I followed my RA into the room, looking over the two beds, the two desks, two of everything. “Looks good,” I said, dropping my bag on the floor. “Freshman rooms are small, especially with two guys living here.” “Yeah,” I said. “I’m looking forward to a roommate.” What this guy didn’t know was that I had truly been looking forward to this moment. It had become a fantasy of mine, though it had been kept a secret from everyone. There was no way anyone would know that I was gay. It was even something I suppressed to myself. Though I was a bit afraid of rooming with another guy, possibly popping a boner in front of him, unable to control myself, the possibility of having sex for the first time with him also excited me. I hadn’t met the guy yet, but I was still excited. “Actually,” the RA said, checking his sheet, “looks like we’ve got an odd number of freshmen in this strip. You’re rooming alone. Lucky you.” “Yeah,” I said, feeling my excitement diminish. It wasn’t easy being gay, even in 1972, especially at a religious school. I was studying to be a pastor, my father’s choice. That’s what I get for hoping, I thought. I knew it had been a long shot. There was never any chance of getting my roommate to fall for me, to do what everyone knew was so abhorrent. I’ll never know, I realized. I’ll only ever have my right hand. “Funny,” the RA said, breaking me from my wallowing. “I’ve never seen anyone so upset that they aren’t getting a roommate.” “I was just looking forward to having someone else,” I told him. “You know, a new place. A new time of life. I just wanted someone I could lean on.” “Well, you aren’t alone,” the RA said. “There are a ton of guys here.” “I guess,” I thought. Admittedly, that thought did give me some hope. Maybe I wasn’t the only one here. Maybe I’d find someone like me, someone who didn’t “fit in” like everyone else. How I’d find this out, I didn’t know. I didn’t want to make it obvious and get myself beaten up and kicked out. “Plus,” he said, “I’m here for whatever you need.” He reached out a hand which grabbed my shoulder and squeezed slightly. “Just ask.” He smiled. Am I crazy, I wondered, staring into his eyes, admiring the beauty of his face, of his voice. Was he lingering? Was he trying to tell me something? “Thanks,” I finally said. “No problem.” He lowered his hand and started walking out. Fuck, I thought. Even his butt looks incredible. “Oh, by the way,” he said, turning back. “I’m Ben.” ____________________________________________________________________________________________ I'm trying to move the story to a point in which I'll be taking a break. Not sure how many Parts are left till then, but I'll try to leave you with enough to satisfy. When in doubt, read one of the many other incredible stories here, or reread this one.

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.

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? ________________________________________________________________________________________ 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.

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.

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. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ 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.

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." _________________________________________________________________________________________ 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.