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Part 17: Fucking Peter (part 1) Dominic couldn’t believe what happened with Peter. “What is happening to the men at your church?” he asked. “There’s more sex going on there than at a bathhouse.” “I’ve never seen anyone cum that much,” I told him. “It was like one of your cum-filled water bottles.” “And he came three times in a row?” I nodded. “I’ve heard of hyperspermia, but I’ve never seen a guy with it. Videos online show guys cumming a ton, but I’ve always figured they filled their bladders with milk or something.” "Do guys do that?" "Imagine the infections." “This was all real,” I said. “He says he can cum five times in a row.” “Imagine how many guys he can convert in one night,” Dominic said. “I know that’s what you’re thinking,” I told him, “but remember, he wants a guy to fuck him, but not necessarily a poz guy.” “You said he seemed upset by the fact that he’s sterile. What better way to pass on your DNA than to do it by pozzing other guys?” “I know how that sounds to you, but I don’t think it’ll sound like that for him.” “Maybe not,” he said. “Still, I want to see him cum. Imagine how much cum I could collect.” “You’d need one of those giant water bottles. That, or you’d need to hover him over a bucket and milk him like a cow.” “We could get a milking pump,” Dominic said. “I’m not being serious.” “I’ve never met a poz man as vanilla as you,” he said. “I can’t believe he fucked a student.” “Not only that, but he’s a student from the church.” I saw Dominic’s eyes grow wide. “I could cum just hearing that.” “If you’re not pozzing Peter, then you’re definitely not pozzing Lewis.” “It’s been forever since I’ve fucked an eighteen-year-old.” “No,” I said. I knew that wouldn’t stop Dominic from trying. I had told him not to fuck Pastor Kline, and while Pastor Kline had made the first move, he still ended up in Dominic’s bed. I had a feeling that I’d be seeing Lewis Berg naked, feet above his head, asshole exposed and ready to be bred. On Sunday, Pastor Kline preached with a load of cum from Dominic and myself in his ass, a butt plug holding it inside him. During the service, I saw Peter standing with his wife, his eyes finding me and Dominic. He smiled and, when no one would see him, grabbed his own crotch and hugged his dick beneath. I smiled back. I lost track of Dominic and went searching for him, finding him down a hall talking to someone I couldn’t see. As I got closer, I stopped, seeing who it was that he was talking to. “Hey, Lewis,” I said, coming to Dominic’s side. Lewis Berg smiled. “Hey, Pastor Ryder. How are you?” “I’m good,” I said. I looked at Dominic and gave him a look that said, “What the fuck are you doing.” “I was just meeting your friend,” Lewis said. “We were talking about basketball,” Dominic said. “I played when I was younger. Loved it.” “Basketball is great,” I said. “We should get a game thrown together,” Lewis said. “A few guys from the church. That could be fun.” “It would be fun,” Dominic said. “I’d love to get to know more of the men here.” “That would be fun,” I said. “Maybe sometime.” “It would have to be before I leave for college,” Lewis said. “Time is of the essence,” Dominic said, looking at me with a wide grin. “We’ll see,” I said. “Have a great Sunday, Lewis.” After Lewis left, I hit Dominic across the arm. “What the fuck?” he said. “I was just being friendly.” “No, you wanted to bend him over and fuck him.” “I can do both,” he said. My phone vibrated, showing a text from Peter. “I’m ready to meet up whenever you are. -Peter” I showed Dominic the message. “Sounds like we’ve got a hungry ass looking for cum.” “We can invite him over, but we can’t stealth him.” “Understood,” Dominic said. We messaged Peter to come over to Dominic’s apartment Monday evening, the excuse being him meeting up with some men from the church to watch a game. The game part was a lie, but he was technically meeting up with men from the church. There was just no way for Peter’s wife to know that he was expecting to be fucked in the ass and loaded up with cum. Pastor Kline showed up early so that he could talk over with us what we were thinking to say to Peter. “We aren’t going to lie to him,” I told Pastor Kline. “We’ll tell him that we’re poz, but that we don’t fuck with condoms.” “You fucked your brother with a condom,” Pastor Kline said. “But that’s because he’s my brother,” I said. “And look what happened there.” “I’m not poz yet, so I can have him fuck me,” Pastor Kline said. “But he wants to get fucked,” Dominic reminded him. “You don’t fuck with that tiny dick of yours.” “I still want his huge load in my ass.” By the time Peter arrived, we knew how we were going to speak to him, approaching the subject as delicately as we could. Being in a room with this many men, all wanting to fuck, was a new experience. We now had enough men to fuck in pairs, meaning everyone would be happy. If Peter agreed to get fucked, Dominic and I would be spent after fucking him and Pastor Kline. “I hear you’ve noticed me,” Dominic said to Peter, guiding him into the living room. His hand reached down and grabbed Peter’s ass. “I’m surprised you didn’t jump out at me instantly.” “You were too distracted by Pastor Ryder,” Peter said, looking back at me. “Too bad you didn’t get to me first.” “Too bad,” Dominic said. We sat down, Peter glancing around at us. “Why does this feel like a prayer meeting instead of a fuck session?” “There’s something we need to tell you first,” I started. “Before anything else happens.” “But something will happen, right?” Peter said. “That’s up to you,” Dominic said. “What do you mean?” “Remember when we talked about not wanting to wear condoms,” I began. “We said how there’s freedom in not wearing a condom, to feeling skin on skin.” “Yeah.” “Remember the freedom of not worrying about diseases. Once you have it, you don’t worry. You’re free.” “I remember,” he said. “I haven’t been able to forget. I went home and started looking up bareback gay porn all weekend. I’ve been reading a ton of stories. I almost got a boner when I saw you at church yesterday.” “There’s something you need to know about us,” I said. “Specifically Dominic and me.” “Me soon, I hope,” Pastor Kline said. “What is it?” Peter asked. “Do you know what being poz is?” Dominic asked. “Poz?” Peter said. “Like, being HIV+?” “Exactly.” “What about it?” We exchanged glances. “Dominic and I are poz,” I said. We waited to see a change in Peter’s expression, to watch him run out the door, but he stayed in his chair. “Did you hear what I just said?” I asked. “Yeah,” Peter said. “You’re poz.” “And Pastor Kline is a chaser,” Dominic said. “We’ve been fucking him full with our toxic cum for almost two weeks. He wants to be poz.” Peter looked at Pastor Kline. “You want to be poz?” “I do,” Pastor Kline said. “I think it’s hot as fuck.” Peter nodded. “So do I,” he said. We sat silently, staring at Peter as his words set in. “You what?” I asked. “I want you to poz me,” Peter said. “You do?” Dominic asked. “Absolutely,” he said. “That’s all I’ve been watching this weekend. Pozzing videos. Stealthing videos. I’ve been reading stories about men getting pozzed in porn stores and bathhouses. It’s hot. After you told me about finding freedom in getting a disease, I started to think that maybe you were poz. All I could think about was you pozzing me. I almost wanted you to do it without telling me.” “You wanted us to stealth you?” “Kind of.” “I stealthed Will,” Dominic said. “Really?” Peter said. “That’s hot.” “Alright,” I said. “That’s not what I thought you were going to say.” “You thought I’d run out?” We nodded. “Fuck no,” he said. “I want you to fill me up and poz me. Imagine, with how much I can cum, how much toxic juice I’ll be able to spread.” “That’s what I’m fucking talking about,” Dominic said, clapping his hands together, a huge smile on his face. “Fuck, you’re hot.” “Let’s get to it,” Peter said, standing up. “Where do we go? It’s time for my virgin ass to get torn open.” We went back to Dominic’s room and stripped down, seeing Peter fully naked for the first time. He was a fairly hairy man, much like myself, with a defined body. I could understand why Lewis Berg had easily accepted Peter’s advances. If I was a student, I’d want to have him fuck me too. Hell, I wanted him to fuck me regardless. “Those are hot tattoos,” Peter said, looking at Dominic and my biohazard tattoos. He placed his hand on my chest, feeling the tattoo over my heart. Then he ran his hand along Dominic’s tattoo, continuing down to his dick which he grabbed. “You’ve got a monster on you.” “Ten inches, baby.” Dominic said. “Fuck. I’ve only ever stuck a finger in my hole before. Will it hurt?” “Count on it,” Dominic said, winking. “I’ll be taking your ass first. I hear you like men like me.” “Fuck, yeah, I do. Take my hole.” “I will,” Dominic said. “I’ll be adding you to my tally count.” He ran his hand along the tally marks on his arm. “Fifty so far. I’m expecting you and Pastor Kline to make up fifty-one and fifty-two.” “What if Will pozzes me?” Peter asked. “It was my toxic seed that made Will who he is. Whatever men he converts I convert through him.” Peter climbed onto the bed along with Pastor Kline who was already on his back, his legs held back, revealing his hole. Having been fucked so much over the last few weeks, Pastor Kline’s hole was slightly red and puffy. He’d be converting soon. I lined my dick up with Pastor Kline’s hole and shoved myself inside, my eyes meeting Peter’s who was watching me with interest. He watched as I started pounding into Pastor Kline’s hole, my dick lined with streaks of blood already. “Are you ready for Dominic’s cock?” I asked Peter. “I am,” Peter said, grabbing his legs. “You ready to accept his toxic seed?” “I want it,” Peter moaned. I watched as his dick started to leak a copious amount of cum over his stomach. I imagined how much poz cum he would be able to make once he was converted. He’d be able to infect dozens of men if he wanted within such a short period of time. “Get ready for the night that’ll change your life,” Dominic said, pressing his dick’s head against Peter’s hole. “Do it,” Peter said, his grip on his legs tightening. “You want to bleed?” Peter nodded. “That a boy,” Dominic said. He spit a wad on his dick and shoved the tip of his cock inside Peter’s hole. “FUCK!” Peter screamed, his hands nearly losing their grip as his legs shook. I watched as Peter’s hole resisted Dominic’s forceful entry. “Let me in, baby,” Dominic called over Peter’s cries. “Push your hole out. Give me your ass.” Peter’s face was red, tears in his eyes. He nodded and, through his shaking, pushed his ass out toward Dominic’s dick. “That’s it,” Dominic said, his hands reaching out and holding Peter’s feet. “Keep going.” “I feel like I’m going to shit,” Peter groaned. “You do, and I’ll make you clean it up,” Dominic said, smiling. I kept fucking Pastor Kline as I watched Dominic’s dick enter further into Peter’s hole. Already I could see the damage being done to Peter. There was no doubt he would bleed. “You want this poz cock?” Dominic asked. Peter nodded, his lips held tight shut to stop himself from screaming as Dominic continued to force himself inside. He was halfway in, the hair around Peter’s hole clinging to the intruder. “That looks fucking hot,” I told Dominic. “I love feeling a virgin hole open,” Dominic said. “How many virgin holes have you had Peter? How many holes have you taken?” “Lewis’s hole,” Peter groaned, his chest heaving as Dominic forced more of himself into Peter’s waiting body. “My wife’s. Two girls in high school.” “So much for no sex before marriage,” Dominic said, smiling. “And sex outside of marriage.” “I’m fucking horny all the time,” Peter said. “I’m always wanting to fuck something.” “That’s good,” Dominic said. “We’ll be using that to our advantage. Once you’re poz, you’ll be fucking as many men as possible, knocking them up. With all the cum you make, you’ll be able to get through an entire group in no time. I can’t wait to take you to a bathhouse.” I could feel my orgasm approaching, Pastor Kline’s hole gripping my dick, begging for my cum. I watched as his eyes rolled back into his head, a long groan escaping his mouth. “I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, his hands gripping his legs. His dick, which was hardly hard, leaked out cum which ran down his stomach and onto the bed. I leaned forward and scooped up Pastor Kline’s cum. “Peter, eat this,” I said, holding my hand out over his face. Peter opened his mouth and I tilted my hand, dripping Pastor Kline’s cum into his mouth. Pastor Kline watched as his seed dripped over Peter’s tongue. “That’s fucking hot,” Pastor Kline said. He released one of his legs and reached over to Peter’s face, pulling it in his direction. Dominic and I continued to fuck them both as they started kissing, swapping Pastor Kline’s cum. By the time they separated, both had cum running down their cheeks, smiles lighting up their faces. This pushed me over the edge. “I’m cumming,” I shouted, grabbing Pastor Kline’s legs and slamming myself into his ass. I did my best to burry myself deep as I started shooting. My body shook with each burst, the sight of Peter and Pastor Kline making out as Dominic plowed Peter’s ass sending me into another world. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ More from Peter in the next part too.

On my best day, I can jerk off 8 times. As of late, I've been edging for hours, and it's a better orgasm, even if there are less. Granted, you can't edge as easily as running to the bathroom and blowing a load.

I love the passion between these two. Tom's need for dick and cum is wild, and I have a feeling he'll be the first to make this experience a "positive" one.

They took them down.

I'm liking your thought process. You really considered every angle. Every guy has something to give (some more than others).

I watched the videos from Eunuch Maker before they were taken down recently, and they were hot. The idea of a man removing his manhood, cutting off what we often use to identify ourselves and our masculinity, is hot. I'm not great with blood, but the videos were hot enough that I didn't notice. I wish they were still there to be seen, but Motherless took them down. Anyone know where else they are?

I can consume my own, though there are days when I can't will myself to swallow. Though I love watching men drinking piss, and I often have to watch those videos to drink my own, it's still a struggle at times. I'm working on it. It would be hot to drink a guy's piss that is a dark yellow knowing it's disgusting. Doing so is difficult, though. Working on it.

Dominic would make sure that you couldn't walk for the next week, partially from his big dick and partially because he wouldn't want you to leave the bed.

THAT'S IT! I've been searching for this film for years! THANK YOU

I'm looking for a film I saw years ago but can't find now. It was a foreign film, though I'm not sure where it was from. I only ever saw a clip, so what I remember is from the brief description given. The basic synopsis was a young man who was either adopted or never met his father goes in search of him. He meets him and starts to notice an attraction forming between the two of them, the father having no idea this man is his son. After a few advances from the father, the son gives in, and the father fucks him. I think the father worked at a bar or restaurant. I remember after they fucked, the son went to the bathroom where he threw up, the realization of what he had just done hitting him. Anyone know this movie? I've googled every combination of words I can think of, but I've had no such luck.

This post alone is enough for me to blow a load. Wish I could have been there. Glad you had a good Sunday.

I've considered finding pictures as examples, but then I didn't want to give an image of any of the men that didn't live up to your expectations. Our minds make them the hottest versions possible, and I'd hate to ruin your masturbatory fantasies. Maybe I'll find some and message them to you, just to give you the extra "help" since I'd hate for you to be missing out.

I'm surprised Dominic is last. Is Jay the Jock? And yes, Peter would flood you over and over again.

I don't know if Dominic will ever bottom for anyone. Not anyone I've introduced, at least.

Part 16: What Peter is Made of "The student is a male." I almost heard Pastor Kline gasp from excitement. We both sat in silence, allowing the admission to wash over us. Fuck, Pastor Kline had been right. Peter was gay, or, at least, bisexual. Not only that, but he admitted to cumming what sounded like buckets of cum. Dominic would lose his mind when he found out. “I’m ashamed,” Peter said, tears starting to flow, his chest heaving. “I know it’s a sin. I know I’ve broken my marriage vows. Not only that, but I’ve slept with another man. I’m disgusting. I’m a horrible person. I feel horrible. That’s why I haven’t told my wife. I’m ashamed.” “The male student consented to the sex?” Pastor Kline asked. “What?” Peter asked. “Yes. He’s one of the players on the basketball team. It wasn’t supposed to happen. It was wrong. What should I do?” “Have you always struggled with these kinds of thoughts?” I asked him. “Thoughts concerning other men?” Peter thought for a moment and then slowly nodded. “Since I was a teenager. I tried to push it down, and I’ve been able to for the most part, but it’s always been there. Even with my wife, my mind always wandered somewhere else when we were… you know.” “Do you watch gay pornography?” Pastor Kline asked. “I have,” he said. “I always erase the browser history. My wife doesn’t know much about computers, so she doesn’t know what to look for.” “What kind of pornography have you watched?” Pastor Kline asked. Peter gave us an odd look. "I... I just said. Gay pornography." "What kind of gay pornography?" “What? Does that matter?” “I just want to understand the lengths your sinful nature has taken you,” Pastor Kline said. He looked at me and winked, smiling. “Um, well, I’ve watched videos about jocks. You know, men that look like the student. I’d never watch anything of someone underage. I’d never do that.” “That’s fine. What else?” Peter gave us an odd look before he continued. I noticed his hand reach down to his crotch where he adjusted himself. There was a bulge forming, showing that the conversation was getting him a bit excited. “I’ve watched videos of hairy men. Strong men.” “And do you like men that are hairy and strong?” I asked. Peter stared at me and slowly nodded. “You’ve thought about these men having sexual intercourse with you?” Peter nodded. “You’ve thought about entering these men or them entering you?” “I…” he started, something changing in his eyes. His hand moved back down to his crotch, his fingers lightly grazing over the bulge forming. “I top the jocks,” he said. “But I bottom for hairy men.” “Have you ever done this?” Pastor Kline asked. “We know you’ve slept with a student, as you said, topping him, but have you bottomed for a man?” “No,” he said. “Do you want to?” Peter looked from Pastor Kline to me and nodded. “But it’s wrong.” “When you slept with your student, how did you feel?” “Guilty.” “No. How did you feel when you entered him?” “I felt… good. I felt strong. I felt like I wanted him.” “So, you took him.” “Yes.” “And how did you feel as you climaxed?” “Amazing,” Peter said. “At first.” “At first?” Pastor Kline asked. “Was it the guilt?” “No,” he said. “You see, it’s like with my wife, I guess. I ejaculate so much, so when I came, it filled up the condom and made a mess.” “He made you wear a condom?” “Of course,” Peter said. “I wasn’t going to bareback him.” Hearing Peter using these terms showed that he was breaking down. He was no longer speaking to his pastors. He was speaking to two men who were interested in the type of sex he’s having. His hand was now glued to his crotch, rubbing the increasing bulge. “Why not?” I asked. “Because,” he said. “You have to wear a condom.” “Have you ever watched porn where the top didn’t wear a condom?” “Well… yeah.” “And did you find yourself turned on by the idea?” Peter was silent for a moment, and I was afraid that we had lost him. “Yes,” he finally said. “It feels better without a condom, doesn’t it?” Pastor Kline said. “Think of how it felt with your wife. Didn’t it feel good having skin on skin?” “Yes.” “Imagine what that would have been like with your student. Your skin on his skin.” Peter’s hand was pulling on his bulge, no sign of hiding the raging boner in his pants. “Imagine what it would be like to ejaculate inside him, not in a condom. Imagine what it would be like to cum inside someone who wants every last drop of your semen. What would that be like?” “Incredible,” Peter said. “God wants us to feel fulfilled, Peter,” I told him. “It sounds as if your fulfillment may reside outside your marriage.” “But, isn’t that wrong?” “If it feels so good, how wrong can it be?” Pastor Kline asked. “Your wife doesn’t understand the blessing you are to her. Imagine finding someone who understands that. Imagine being able to fulfill that need. Imagine being able to unload inside your student. Imagine what it would be like if you were able to do what you’ve never been able to do. Imagine if you’re able to bottom for a man. Is that something that you want?” Peter slowly nodded. “And knowing how good it feels not wearing a condom, would you make another man wear a condom if he were to have sex with you?” “I mean…” he started. “What about diseases?” “What about them?” Pastor Kline asked. “I don’t want to catch anything.” “Why not? You said you don’t sleep with your wife anymore, so there’s no fear in passing it on to her. Imagine not having to worry about getting anything because you’ve already got it. Doesn’t that sound like freedom. Imagine being able to pass that freedom on to someone else. Wouldn’t you want to be free? Isn’t that what you’re looking for? Aren’t you trying to finally have what you’ve always wanted, a freedom to fuck whoever you want?” At the word “fuck” I could see Peter tense up, his hand on his crotch clutching hard over the fabric as his body shook. His eyes closed tight as he groaned, his free hand reaching out and grabbing the desk for support. I stood up and approached him, reaching down and taking his hand. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes. “Let me see,” I said. He looked from me down to his crotch were a wet spot was already starting to grow. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Don’t be,” I told him. “Unzip your pants and let me see.” He slowly undid his pants, undoing his belt and button and slowly unzipping until we could see his briefs underneath. They were saturated in cum. When he had said that he came more than normal, I could never have imagined it being to this extent. “Stand up,” I told him. As he did so, I knelt down, my hands taking his pants and pulling them to the floor. The entire front of his briefs were soaked through, his cum leaking out through the fabric. I took hold of his waistband and slowly pulled his briefs down, revealing a seven-inch cock covered in cum. As the briefs struggled down his legs, globs of cum fell onto the carpet and onto my hands. “Sorry,” Peter said. He moved his hand to clean me off, but I stopped him. Instead, I looked up into his eyes and brought the cum to my mouth, licking it up with my tongue. His eyes grew wide as his dick grew hard, sticking out toward my face. Preccum was dripping out, joining the cum already covering his dick. I took hold of his dick and pulled along his shaft, collecting the cum until I reached the head. There was a full puddle of cum in my palm which I reached back toward Pastor Kline. He pressed his mouth against my hand and sucked the cum into his mouth, licking my hand clean. “Holy fuck,” Peter groaned. “Not what you were expecting?” I asked. “No,” he said. “Are you two…” “Gay?” Pastor Kline finished, licking his lips. “We are.” “Does anyone know?” “Only my boyfriend,” I told Peter. “No one knows about him, though. He comes to the church. Dominic Moore.” I could see Peter’s eyes light up. “I’ve seen him,” he said. “He’s gorgeous.” “That he is,” Pastor Kline said. “He’s been fucking Pastor Ryder for months now. He started fucking me over a week ago.” “Bareback,” I added, watching as the conversation caused more precum to drip from Peter’s cock. It looked as if someone had left the faucet on, a constant stream leaking out. “Looks like you’re ready to go again.” “Yeah,” he said. “I can cum about five times in a row. I only need about a minute or two between each.” “Fuck,” Pastor Kline said. “Sounds like a gift from God.” “Like I said,” Peter told us, “I can’t have kids of my own. I can’t pass that part of me on to someone else.” “There are always ways you can pass something on,” I told him. “Don’t worry about that.” “You won’t tell anyone will you?” Peter asked. “We won’t if you won’t,” Pastor Kline said. “We’re thinking of starting a support group in the church for men like us.” “A support group?” “A group supporting each other’s need for gay sex,” he clarified. “I’m sure we aren’t the only ones feeling unfulfilled. We’ve all got deep desires we want to see met.” “My desire,” I said, grabbing the base of Peter’s cock and watching as a thicker stream of precum leaked out, “is to see firsthand how much cum you shoot. I’ve never heard of hyperspermia, but I’d love to witness it myself.” “Are you sure?” he asked. I nodded. I opened my mouth and took his dick inside, reaching the back of my throat. I heard him groan as his hands grabbed onto my shoulders for support. “That’s incredible,” he stuttered out. “I’ve never had anyone suck me off before.” “Not even your student?” Pastor Kline asked. He shook his head. “I’ve only fucked his ass.” These words alone caused more precum to spill out into my throat. I started sucking him, moving along his shaft, amazed by the constant stream of precum. What any normal man would be able to produce during a normal orgasm was coming out of Peter’s dick within a minutes time as precum. His hips started to push toward me, his pubes pressing into my face. His pace started to quicken, his hands holding tighter onto my shoulders. “I’m going to cum again,” he moaned, his breathing quick. “Do it,” Pastor Kline said. “Unload down his throat. Shoot into his stomach.” I pulled back as I felt Peter’s dick swell, opening my mouth and resting his dick’s head on the tip of my tongue as he started shooting. Whatever I had expected, it had not been this. It felt as if he was pissing into my mouth, but instead of urine, he was filling me with cum. Shot after shot filled my mouth, some landing on my face, as he unloaded his second orgasm within the past few minutes. After nearly a minute of his cum shooting into my mouth, I felt his grip on my shoulders weaken. “Fuck,” he said, falling back into his chair. I stood up and looked into the mirror Pastor Kline had on his wall. My mouth was shut, filled to the brim with Peter’s cum, but there were still globs of cum clinging to my face, mixing into my beard. I felt as if I had taken the loads of six men into my mouth and over my face. I couldn’t believe all of this had come from one man. I turned back to Peter who was staring at me and smiled. I swallowed his cum and then ran my hand over my face, collecting what my mouth had missed. “That’s fucking insane,” I said, licking up the remaining cum. “I can’t imagine why your wife doesn’t like what you can do.” “She says it’s grotesque,” Peter said. “She says no man should be able to do something like that. It’s not natural.” “It’s better than natural,” I said. “It’s a gift. If more men could do that, I know we’d have more gay guys walking around than straight.” “I think it’s only fair,” Pastor Kline said, “for me to experience for myself this wonder given to us.” “Are you up for another round?” I asked Peter. Peter smiled. “Yeah. I’m good.” “That’s the right answer,” Pastor Kline said, kneeling down and taking Peter’s cock down his throat.” “How does this work?” Peter asked as Pastor Kline blew him. “You two and Mr. Moore?” “Dominic is a top,” I explained. “I’m versatile. I’ve been fucked by Dominic, but I’ve fucked Pastor Kline and two other men. Pastor Kline is what they call a cum pig. He only bottoms.” “What am I?” Peter asked, his eyes fluttering as Pastor Kline continued his assault at Peter’s dick. “I think you’re like me,” I said. “I think you fuck younger guys, giving them your copious amount of cum. And you get fucked by guys like Dominic.” “Do you think he’d fuck me?” Peter asked, his eyes now closed as Pastor Kline sucked him dry. “Would your boyfriend want to fuck me?” “He would,” I said. “But there are some other things attached to that.” “What kind of things?” “We’ll talk about that later,” I said. Peter nodded and then held Pastor Kline’s head against his crotch as he shot his third load. To Pastor Kline’s credit, not a single drop of Peter’s gushing cum leaked out of his mouth. By the time Peter’s orgasm had ended, Pastor Kline stood up and looked at me with a huge smile on his face. “I told you I had a good feeling about Peter.” “You were right,” I told him. “How am I supposed to leave the church like this?” Peter asked, looking down at his cum-soaked briefs and pants. “I’ve got you,” I said. I ran to my office and pulled out one of the extra pairs of underwear and pants that I kept on hand. “These should fit you,” I said. “They may be a bit snug.” “That’s fine,” Peter said, removing his soaked clothing. “We’ll be taking these, though,” Pastor Kline said, taking the briefs and pants. He held the briefs up to his face and licked what remained of the cum. “Never thought I’d say this, Peter, but I love how you taste.” “Thanks,” he said, buttoning the pants I gave him. “Maybe I can taste you sometime.” “We’re hoping you will,” I said. “Like I said, I’m sure Dominic would love to fuck your ass, but there are a few things we’d have to discuss first.” “Like what?” he asked. “How about this,” I said, taking out my phone. “Put your number in my phone, and I’ll message you about us getting together. After that, we’ll talk. How does that sound?” “Good to me,” Peter said. He entered his number and handed me my phone. As I took it, he leaned in and kissed me. He was a good kisser. I was jealous that his wife got to kiss him whenever she wanted. Then again, she didn’t take the gift that was his unlimited cum. “I never thought I’d kiss a pastor,” he said. “You’ve had two suck your dick,” I reminded him. “That’s true.” As he turned to leave, Pastor Kline stopped him. “Peter, who was the student you fucked?” Peter’s face grew red. “Lewis Berg.” “Lewis Berg?” I said, dumbfounded. “From our youth group?” Peter nodded. Pastor Kline and I exchanged looks. “Don’t tell him that I told you that,” Peter said. “We won’t,” I said. Peter left, leaving Pastor Kline and I to exchange glances. “Looks like we have another name for our support group,” Pastor Kline said. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hope you're finding Peter a great addition. Question, out of Dominic, Will, Dr. Wade, Jay, Pastor Kline, and Peter, who would you rather fuck or have fuck you? Why?

There's something about Billy Eichner too. I think it's the height.

So, there are some things attached to this, so hear me out. Armie Hammer crossed lines, there is no denying. Consent is key, and he didn't always have it. That's why his career is over. However, I can't deny that I'd like to see his dick. Maybe it's wrong to say, but a part of me hopes that because his career is over, he'd have to resort to doing porn. Then again, do we want him around people? Like I said, it's complicated. I wouldn't want to fuck him. I'm just curious about his dick.

I've always had a thing for older men. I don't know if I like 70 and older, but it depends on the man. Some are more attractive than anyone in their 20s. It started in high school when I had a crush on one of my teachers. I used to dream of him cornering me in the classroom, locking the doors, and bending me over the desks. Secretly, I wanted him to be my first. I'd say another 5-10 other older men fit into this category throughout my teenage years and into college. I'm not sure why this specific attraction exists, but it does. There are several men on BZ that fall into the category of "older" who are incredibly hot and I'd be lucky to meet. If you've read my "From Pastor to Pozzed Hole" story, you see the attraction in Dominic.

Have you tried searching for key words? Try plumber if you think it's used. That would be my suggestion.

Part 15: Welcome Peter A week had passed since Dominic and I had fucked Pastor Kline, and keeping to what Dominic had told him, Pastor Kline routinely came to my office for “private meetings” in which I unloaded in his ass as much poz cum as possible. Then, he’d drink my piss, collecting his own in a travel mug which he drank from throughout the day. At one point, the secretary almost walked in on us, but we were able to pull ourselves together in time. Sooner or later someone was bound to walk in on us. Pastor Kline came to Dominic’s apartment a few nights, offering his hole and mouth to us without hesitation. Though I didn’t mind the taste of piss, though it wasn't my first choice of kink, I sensed that Dominic was happy to have found someone who loved the taste as much as Pastor Kline. At one point, he laid down in the bathtub and we both pissed on him at the same time. Another night, Dominic unloaded an entire day’s worth of piss into Pastor Kline’s hole, large amounts squirting out around Dominic’s dick as Pastor Kline’s insides ran out of room. There was no doubt in my mind that Pastor Kline had found his true purpose. He was a cum loving, piss drinking, poz dick seeking pig. When I saw his lust, I thought of Jay. I hadn’t heard from him since he disappeared on me. I thought of texting him, calling him, but I stopped myself each time. While I understood what he did, I still found myself angry. If he had asked, would I have fucked him bare? Would I have given him what he wanted? I fucked Pastor Kline, giving him the toxic loads he craved. If Jay had been honest with me, would I have done the same for him? Would I have converted my own brother? With the amount of time that had passed, it was possible that he could have started converting or was about to. I called my other brother, asking if he had heard anything. “Not since he disappeared that morning,” he told me. “I think he ran off to find some pussy. The guy couldn’t go a few days without his dick inside something. He’s probably shacked up somewhere, going through a box of condoms like they’re free.” Something in the way he said this made me think he wished this is what he was doing instead. Were we all sexual deviants? Did we all think with our dicks? “I say call him,” Dominic said. “Invite him over. If he’s still negative, we can help fix his little issue together.” I wanted to tell Dominic that we weren’t doing that to Jay, but my dick got hard at the thought of having him beneath me again, our bodies close. I craved to have my brother with me again. Each time I stared at his number, I found myself unable to hit send. I just hoped he was alright. I just wanted to make sure that whatever happened to him was what he wanted. I had a check-up with Dr. Wade in which he ended up bent over his examination table, my dick pounding into his ass harder than last time. The moment Dominic told Dr. Wade about Jay, our collected horniness caused all our pants to drop. "How do you find the most interesting men?" Dr. Wade asked Dominic, his hands reaching back, grabbing my hips. "He's not the only one we've pulled into the mix," Dominic told him, detailing our fuck session with Pastor Kline. "I've got to start going to church again," Dr. Wade said, his dick unloading a thick cum load between his abs and the examination table. There was a knock on my door Friday morning, over more than a week having gone by since our first night fucking Pastor Kline. We hadn't been caught yet, and no one suspected anything as far as we knew. Pastor Kline’s head popped inside my office, a smile on his face. “How’s it going, Will?” he said. “Fine,” I told him, watching as he came inside and closed the door. “Thought you might need to use the restroom,” he said, kneeling down at my feet behind my desk. “As a matter of fact, I do,” I said, unzipping my pants, pulling my dick out. He leaned forward and slipped my dick inside his mouth, looking up to me and nodding. I started to piss. “Feeling any different yet?” I asked him. He shook his head. “Don’t worry,” I told him. “Not everyone is like me. It took only one night for Dominic to poz me, but it can take a few sessions before you convert.” “I’m not worried,” Pastor Kline said, finishing my piss. He stood up and kissed me, a bit of my piss still clinging to his tongue. “It’ll happen eventually.” “In the meantime, I guess we’ll have to keep fucking your ass full of poz cum.” “If you must, you must,” he said, smiling. "I love having you and Dominic deep inside me. I finally feel myself filled with something worthwhile." "We're always happy to help." "I know Dominic is bigger," Pastor Kline said, running his fingers along my shaft, "but, in my opinion, you've got the better dick." 'That's just because it's attached to me," I said. "Doesn't matter the reason," he told me. “Look, I wanted to talk to you about one of our members.” “Which one?” I asked. “Peter Flanagan,” he said. Peter Flanagan was a married man with a wife who was involved with every group at the church. She was a busy body, her nose in everyone’s business. I worked with her several times as she ran events from Christmas pageants to summer cookouts. She was nice, but she was annoying. She was type of person you expected had parents who told her she was a princess, and she believed it. “What about him?” “Well, I told you that I thought there were a few men in the church like us.” He raised an eyebrow, indicating what he meant. “You think Peter is gay?” “I’m almost positive,” Pastor Kline said. “How do you know?” “In all the years I’ve known him, there has always been something about Peter, as if there was a secret he was hiding. Whenever I’d talk to him about his wife, he’d talk about her as if it was a pain to him. That, and I’ve noticed him glancing at other men in the church.” “Not a lot to go off of.” “At last year’s men’s retreat, you remember, we went to that camp. When we were in the showers, I was obviously checking out all the other men, and I realized that I wasn’t the only one. I saw Peter watching some of the other men changing, and though I didn’t see his dick clearly, I could see his towel tenting.” "Sometimes that happens in the showers." "I think I saw him trying to take pictures in the locker room," Pastor Kline pushed. I shook my head. Peter was a handsome man. His dark brown hair and green eyes were gorgeous, his light stubble a real turn-on. He was fit, evident from our yearly church grounds cleaning when everyone would pitch in to tidy up. I’d seen him carry heavy bags of mulch, noticing his muscular arms. He wasn’t overly muscular, but you knew he kept himself regular at the gym. Just the idea caused by dick to jump, something Pastor Kline noticed. “Do you want me to blow you?” “I’m fine,” I told him. “Look, I’d like to believe that Peter is gay, but I don’t want us going after men here to only find out that we’re wrong. Imagine what would happen.” “There’s something else I haven’t told you,” Pastor Kline said. “He called me earlier today, saying he wanted to come in and speak with me.” “About what?” “He says he’s been struggling with some sin issue, something his wife doesn’t know about, and he wants to talk to another man about it. I asked him to elaborate, and he said it’s a sin of a sexual nature. I asked him if he slept with another woman, but he said he hadn’t. He sounded real nervous. I think he wants to talk about himself possibly being gay.” I understood Pastor Kline’s thought process, but I still wasn’t fully convinced. “It’s possible, but I’m still not sure.” “I told him I wanted him to come in tomorrow to speak to the both of us. I think, between you and me, we’ll be able to find out if he’s gay. And if so, we can see how far we can push him.” “You want to corrupt him?” “Mr. Moore corrupted you,” Pastor Kline said. “And don’t you think you’re better off?” I did feel as if my true self had been unleashed, a new freedom surging through my body. The idea of giving this to another man caused my dick to shoot up. “You sure you don’t want me to blow you?” “No,” I said, smiling. “I have a better place to shoot my load.” Pastor Kline smiled, standing and dropping his pants. I told Dominic about Peter Flanagan as he fucked another poz load in my ass. “You don’t think he’s gay?” Dominic asked, sweat covering his face. “I don’t know,” I said, my fingers twisting Dominic’s nipples. “Pastor Kline thinks he is, but I’m not convinced.” “Would he be a hot find?” “He would,” I said. “He’s fit, dark hair, handsome. While I don’t know if he’s gay, I know of several women within the church who would love to take him away from his wife.” “I do love corrupting married men.” “They’ve been married for a while. Nearly ten years. No kids.” Dominic’s assault on my ass slowed. “Hmm. That’s interesting. I wonder if there’s something wrong with his dick and balls?” “If there is, he doesn’t go around telling everyone,” I said. I turned his nipples hard, pulling his attention back to me. “Keep fucking.” Dominic smiled and unloaded in my ass. Pastor Kline and I waited in his office for Peter Flanagan. In Pastor Kline’s mug was my piss which he swirled around and sipped at. I was worried that Peter would smell the piss, but Pastor Kline showed no concern. Maybe it was a part of his plan to out the man. “We can’t force something out of him,” I reminded Pastor Kline. “If he is gay, that doesn’t mean he wants to fuck us. Even if he does, that doesn’t mean he wants to be pozzed.” “But if he does?” I smiled at the thought. “If he does, then, yes, I’ll happily fuck his brains out and knock him up.” “Dominic would want a crack at him too,” Pastor Kline said. Just at the thought, I saw Pastor Kline’s tiny dick starting to tent his pants. “I’d love to watch him get railed by the both of you.” “Easy, tiger,” I said. A knock on the door silenced us. It opened and Peter’s head popped in. “Hello,” he said, entering the office. He was wearing a dress shirt and tie. He was a teacher at the local high school, history being his subject. He also coached the basketball team. Seeing him slightly dressed up did cause my dick to jump. It wasn't any different than what he wore to church, but there was still something about seeing him in this state that was hot. He was a handsome man, even more so than I remembered. God, I did want him to be gay. “Peter, take a seat,” Pastor Kline said, sipping the piss in his mug. “Thanks,” he said. “So,” I said, leaning forward, “Pastor Kline tells me that there was something you wanted to talk about.” Awkwardness covered Peter. His eye contact was broken, shifting down to his feet. “Uh, yeah. It’s a bit of a delicate subject.” “That’s alright,” Pastor Kline said. “That’s why we’re here.” “It’s just, I’m embarrassed. This isn’t something I’ve been able to talk to anyone about. I’ve tried working on it alone, but I just can’t figure out how to overcome this.” “What is it?” I asked. “You said it was something of a sexual nature,” Pastor Kline said, his excitement at the prospect evident to me as he spoke. “I’m ashamed,” Peter said. “Have you spoken to your wife about this?” “No,” he said. “I couldn’t. She’d hate me. She’d leave me. We already have enough problems as it is. This would only ruin everything.” “You can trust us,” Pastor Kline said. “Whatever is said here won’t leave this office. We promise.” Peter nodded, glancing up at the two of us. “As you know, I work at the high school. I’ve been there for nearly seven years now. I’ve always been respectable. I’ve never done anything wrong. But, well, I’ve done something that could get me fired.” This was not what we had expected. “What’s happened?” I asked. “I’ve done something horrible,” he said. “You see, I slept with a student.” Both Pastor Kline and I leaned back in our chairs. This was definitely not what we had expected. “It’s not illegal,” Peter quickly said. “The student is eighteen. It was only once, but it happened.” “I see,” I said. “And is the student threatening to tell someone? Your wife, maybe?” Peter shook his head. “No.” “Is the student pregnant?” Pastor Kline asked. “No,” he said, an odd smile filling his face. “That’s not possible.” “Why?” I asked, my curiosity rising. “Well, for one, not that anyone other than my wife and my doctor know this, but I’m not able to father children.” “Oh,” I said. “I’m sorry.” “It’s a bit awkward to admit, but I have hyperspermia. It lowers my sperm count. My doctor says I’ve got little to none, meaning I can’t reproduce.” “I’ve never heard of hyperspermia,” Pastor Kline said. “What is that?” “It means I produce a larger than normal quantity of semen,” Peter said. “I’m able to have sex and ejaculate multiple times within a short period, but there’s little sperm made. My wife hates it. After we got married, when we first had sex, she looked at me like I was disgusting. I tried to explain to her what it was, but she was repulsed. Some guys would love the idea, but my wife hates it. We haven’t slept together for nearly three years.” "That must make it hard," Pastor Kline said. I understood the double meaning, waiting to see if Peter picked up on it. He seemingly didn't. “Is that why you slept with the student?” I asked. Peter nodded. “You see, the student can’t get pregnant because I don’t produce enough sperm. But, also, the student is male.” ___________________________________________________________________________________________ More from Peter coming soon.

If you're talking porn stars, I'd say Tim Kruger or Colby Keller. Colby is just sexy and makes the hottest faces when he cums. Tim's dick speaks for itself. Joel Someone is cute too. In general, I'd like to "reconnect" with an old teacher of mine. He's the dream fuck.

Surprise Chapter! I hadn't intended to write this, but I sat down today and wrote from Jay's perspective, giving you a bit of a window into his twisted mind. It covers his two chapters and leaves off with a clearer picture of his "status" in life moving forward. Hope you enjoy. Part 14: Jay's Twisted MInd Since I was a teenager I knew I liked to fuck. Having religious parents meant conversations about sex revolved around one common theme: DON’T DO IT. I knew my brothers were sticking to this rule, but I had had no intention of doing so. At fifteen I lost my virginity, fucking a girl down the street while her parents were out of town. I even used the condoms I found in her dad’s bedside table drawer. The man had good taste in condoms. Fucked her three times that night. I never replaced the condoms, wondering if her dad would suspect someone had deflowered his precious angel. God, my brothers had no clue what they were missing. They were too happy with their right hands while I had the real thing. Over the years, I found more pussy to shove my dick inside, quickly experiencing as much depravity as I could. All I wanted was sex, whether one night stands, app hookups, or anonymous fucks. Sex was sex. My parents didn’t like the fact that I left religion behind and decided to live my own life. Fuck them, I thought. I didn’t need their permission. I wasn’t like Will or Zack. I made my own choices and decided for myself where my dick spent each night. Sure, this created a bit of a break between me and my family, but that was their problem. I was living my life, one orgy at a time. It didn’t take long after I went out on my own to discover something about myself: I’m a twisted fucker. I was the type of guy parents worried their daughters would bring home. I liked rough sex, hearing a woman scream out as my fat dick filled her pussy, threatening to tear her in two. I liked it when they scratched my back, holding onto me for dear life. I owned practically ever sex toy made, including a few dildos. I could go for hours, especially once I stopped using condoms. I didn’t always pull out either. I guess I always assumed whatever woman I was fucking was on the pill or a had a plan in place should my swimmers prove powerful. For all I knew, I had kids I didn’t know about. Do I sound like an asshole? Maybe? Did I have a good time? Fuck yes. Needless to say, I had dreaded returning home for my dad’s farewell sermon. He and I never saw eye-to-eye. Plus, I didn’t want to see my brothers. Zack was the perfect son and Will was modelled after our dad, becoming a pastor just like he was. I was the fuck up, and they always made sure that I knew it. I had prepared myself for a hellish week. When I found out I had to room with Will, I knew I was being punished. Clearly my bedroom wasn't going to see any action over the next few days. Fuck, was I wrong. Maybe that’s why I had been so eager when I saw Will's car at the adult book store. I knew it was his car, and once the employee confirmed that Will had indeed come inside, I had been over the moon. Finally, I wasn’t the major disappointment. I was excited to throw him under the bus for a change. “And you’re sure this is him?” I had asked. “I’m sure,” the employee said, looking at the picture on my phone. “He was over in that section briefly.” I looked over to where the man was pointing, noticing the titles. “But that’s gay porn,” I said. “That’s what he was looking at,” the man told me. I tried to understand what I was being told. Will, the son who was following in our father’s holy footsteps, the brother I was sharing a room with, the youngest of the three of us, was secretly gay? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The employee had told me that he had gone back into one of the booths. This is my time to expose him, I thought, eagerly making my way to the booths. Only one was occupied. I thought of pounding on the door, scaring him, even recording a video to show our parents, but something stopped me. The voice in my head which told me to fuck harder, to fuck as much pussy as possible, to take risks, directed me a different way instead. I popped into the booth next to his and waited, my eyes finding the gloryhole immediately. The twisted fucker inside of me did the thinking as I pulled down my pants and pushed my dick through the hole, waiting to see what would happen. It was only when I realized fully what I was doing, seeing my reflection in the blank television screen, that I felt a warm mouth engulf my dick, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I nearly cried out but stopped myself, not wanting to be exposed. Was I really doing this? Was I really letting my little brother suck my dick? Was I this twisted of a man, wanting to feel my brother’s mouth on my cock, his tongue lapping up my precum? Hell yeah, I thought. “I’m… gonna… cum…” I moaned, unable to stay quiet. My orgasm shook my body, legs growing weak as I experienced the best blowjob of my life. “Fuck, man,” I said, pulling my dick back through the hole, momentarily forgetting who was on the other side. “Thanks, dude. That felt fucking great.” As soon as I had regained control of myself, I realized I had to run before Will saw me. I darted out of the booth and out of the store, driving as quickly as I could. What the fuck did I just do? Had I seriously just had my own brother suck my dick and swallow my cum? And had it been the hottest experience of my life? I tried to keep cool throughout dinner, hoping I hadn’t given myself away. Will gave me harsh glances, but that was nothing new. It wasn’t until we got ready for bed and I made fun of his pajamas that everything fell apart. “I don’t need to tell you just how much the ladies just love a thick cock,” I told him, showing off. I wondered if Will recognized my dick, knowing it was the same one he had swallowed only hours before. “Oh, that’s right. You don’t know. You’re the last virgin in the house. Maybe on the planet. Well, let me tell you, they love it.” “I don’t care, Jay.” “They love it when I shove my thick dick into their tight pussies. I’m too much of a man for most of them. When it comes to their mouths, forget it. I break jaws.” “I said, that’s enough.” “Fine,” I said, getting hard off the attention. “Jealousy is an ugly thing.” “Why would I be jealous of a dick that’s smaller than mine?” Will asked. In that moment, I knew I had him. His armor was breaking. I was going to expose him, even if only for my own benefit. I kept pushing, making him mad, saying things I knew would not only get him upset but also horny. He played right into my hand. Even seeing that he had a bigger dick than my own didn't stop me from enjoying every second of our battle. “Why were you at the adult video store today?” I asked him. From that point, I had him. I knew I could blackmail him if I wanted to, but that wasn’t my goal. The deviant voice was turning my thoughts in a direction I had never considered before. Sure, I was able to get all the pussy I wanted, but, as I stood before my brother, both of us with our dicks hard, I found myself wanting only one thing: him. I thought it wouldn’t take much convincing to get him inside me. Yes, I wanted him inside me. Seeing his huge dick awoke inside me a hunger I assumed women felt when they saw my cock. I had never been afraid of trying new things, and this felt as if it would be the ultimate sexual experience. Little did I know how ultimate it was about to get. “Does that mean what I think it means?” I asked, looking at the tattoo on Will’s chest. “I’m poz,” he said. This was a turn I hadn’t expected. “How long?” “A few weeks. Almost two months.” Never had I imagined Will doing something so crazy, so risky, so… hot. I knew in that moment that I should have been afraid, wanting to call the whole thing off, but I found myself only wanting him more. I needed him inside me one way or another. I knew then that this was the next level of my journey. Seeing my brother, the picture of a sexual deviant, I knew who I had to become. One way or another, I was determined to get my way. ### “I’m gunna cum,” Will moaned, his sweat dripping onto my body. We'd fucked almost every night, several times each night. It was the hottest sex I'd ever had, proving the men in our family were good fuckers. “Do it,” I said, smiling, knowing what was about to happen. Since Will would only fuck me with a condom on, I had been forced to get creative. I had lulled him into a sense of security, willingly giving him my ass. All I had to do was wait for the right time. I hid the condoms I had left, condoms I only had if a bitch made me wear one and I was desperate, and traded them out for new and “improved” condoms I knew I’d prefer. All it took was a few jabs from a needle and I was set. I was so fucking horny knowing that my poz brother was fuckin me full of his toxic cum, and he didn’t even know it. I could feel his cum shooting into me, a new sensation of warmth spreading throughout my body. “Shit,” Will said, looking down at something I couldn’t see, his orgasm glow vanishing. “Oh, fuck. Shit. SHIT!” “Be quiet,” I hissed, already feeling the burn of his cum in the scratches I had made at the start of our fucking. It really was too easy. “You’re going to wake everyone up.” “Jay,” he said, standing up and showing me his dick. “The condom broke. It broke, and I didn’t know, and I… I just… I just came inside you.” I reached down and felt my hole, loving the feeling of being used. “Yeah. Feels like you did.” I continued to shove his escaping cum back inside my swollen lips as he freaked out over the blood and the cum and the condoms. “I wasn’t going to pay a ton of money for condoms I was going to poke holes in,” I said. He stared at me, his fear fading to confusion. “What?” “I poked holes in the condom,” I told him. “I used one of Mom’s needles.” I loved the look on his face. “Why would you do that?” “So it would break.” “Why would you want it to break?” Revealing to Will how fucked up of a person I was felt like one of the best orgasms I’d ever had. I had always known that I was twisted, but admitting to someone else, especially someone so close to me, got me hard. Even with the look of horror on his face, I found myself turned on knowing that his toxic cum was swimming inside me. I had never imagined myself going this extreme, but it had felt right. It felt like the natural progression of my journey. “What if you get sick?” he asked me. I shrugged. “That’s a part of the risk,” I said. “If I do, then I’ll have a part of you as a part of me forever. Seems like a cool thing for brothers.” We didn’t speak for the rest of the night. By the time I woke up, Will was already out of the room. “Mom, where’s Will?” I asked. “Went for a run,” she said. I went back to our room and packed up my things, knowing I needed to give him some space. I didn’t want to push him further and risk exposing us both. Clearly, in his mind, I had gone too far. For myself, I knew I had only just started out on a new path. “Leaving already?” my mom asked, though there was a hint in her voice that showed she was relieved. “Got to get back to work,” I told her. “Mom, let Will know that I’m glad we were able to get closer the past few days. I hope he and I can get together and do it again soon.” ### “Fuck,” I moaned, my hands holding my legs up as Alan slammed his dick inside my hole. When I got back home, I started looking up the best places to cruise for dick, specifically poz dick. For now, I was done with pussy. Maybe I’d return, but, for now, all I wanted was for someone to fill me up. I met Alan at a local park where men met at night to fuck in the woods. I’d fucked in public settings before, but this felt different. Our eyes met instantly, both of us watching as two men shoved their dicks inside a twink’s stretched hole. Alan nodded his head to a section of the park which was unused, and I followed after him. The second we were alone, I pulled my pants down and turned around, showing him my ass. “Eager, aren’t you,” he said. Alan looked to be about forty, his gray hair stretching down to his face in a well-kept beard. Though his hair showed his age, his body didn’t. He was thinner than me, but showed muscle. I instantly got hard. “Know what this means?” he asked, lifting up his shirt and revealing a biohazard tattoo on his stomach. I smiled. “Means I’m in for a good fuck,” I said, spreading my cheeks. Alan smiled. “Yes you are,” he said, shoving a finger inside my ass and tearing me open again. More than a week later, and we were still fucking just as hard as we had that night. “Fuck, you’re huge,” I told him. Clearly, having Alan fuck me every night wasn’t stretching me out as much as I would have expected. “The biggest you’ve had?” he asked, winking at me. “No,” I told him. “My brother’s dick is bigger.” He smiled at me. “Fuck, that’s hot.” I looked at the biohazard tattoo on his stomach and watched as it moved with each thrust, his sweat dripping down his body. “No. That’s fucking hot.” ### Sunday morning came, and I woke up sweating profusely, a horrible headache splitting my head. I felt sick, as if I had gotten the worst flu I had ever experienced. I smiled. I didn’t know if it had been Will or Alan, but I didn’t care. The risk had been fun. Now, I just had to ride this out and reap the rewards on the other side. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Wasn't sure how to get Jay back into the story this soon, so I thought this would work for the time being. Jay is considerably more twisted than Will, and his chapter shows that. I don't see Alan sticking around, but maybe someone else will catch Jay's eye in the future...

Is there anything hotter than a married man giving into his desires and allowing another man to show him the possibilites he never imagined to be out there? The answer is "No."

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Part 13: Take of His Body I could feel my orgasm approaching, and from Dominic’s quickening pace, he was close too. “Are you ready to blow, baby?” Dominic asked, his hands on my hips, fingers digging into my skin. “Are you ready to give him your gift?” “I am,” I said, looking into Pastor Kline’s eyes and seeing the realization hit him. For a brief moment, he looked afraid. Then, he looked ravenous, like there was nothing he wanted more than to be on his back, a dick in his ass, ready to accept a toxic load of cum into his body. “We’ll come together,” Dominic whispered into my ear. “Make him ours.” “Yes, sir,” I said, my balls pulling up into my body, my body surging with a rush of warmth as my orgasm began. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” “Do it. Knock up his ass,” Dominic cried out. “Infect his body. Give him our toxic load. Damn his body.” “Fuck,” I groaned, eyes closing as my hole tightened around Dominic’s dick, my prostate pulsing from his rhythmic pounding. My dick pulsed inside Pastor Kline’s ass, shooting our several streams of cum. “I’m cumming too,” Dominic groaned, his arms reaching around me, holding me close, as he forced himself all the way in. I could feel his warm cum flooding my guts, some slipping out of my ass and running down my legs. I fell forward, pushing further into Pastor Kline whose dick started shooting out cum without effort, no hands required. Though his dick was small, he produced a good amount of cum. It was a bit watery, running down his sides and collecting on the bed. I reached a finger down and wiped some up, bringing it to my mouth. It wasn’t the best tasting cum, but it was alright. Clearly, he was the type of man meant to take cock and cum in the ass rather than dish it out. How quickly my mind had been turned toward the depraved. How quickly Dominic had infected both my body and my mind. As we all basked in the afterglow, the realization of what had just happened hit me. I had just fucked Pastor Kline, the man I looked up to as a man of God, now a cum-loving pig begging for my poz cum. What else about this man did I not know? What else about the men at our church was I unaware of. Were there others like him, men wanting nothing more than to be fucked senseless or bend another man over and fuck his brains out? The idea of finding more like us brought a smile to my face, my dick pumping several more shots of cum into Pastor Kline’s ass. “Was it everything you thought it would be?” Dominic asked, his dick slipping out of my ass. He walked over to Pastor Kline, pushing his dick over his face. “It was more than I could have imagined,” Pastor Kline said, opening his mouth and taking Dominic’s dick. I watched as he cleaned off Dominic’s cum and the juices from my ass. I could feel myself already getting hard. “I think it’s my turn,” Dominic said, pulling his dick away from Pastor Kline. “Why don’t you feed the good pastor a taste of his own ass.” “Sounds good,” I said. My dick slipped out, growing harder. There was cum and streaks of blood on my dick. “Looks like you opened him well,” Dominic said, admiring my work. He knelt down and reached his hand to Pastor Kline’s ass, sticking a two fingers inside, causing Pastor Kline to flinch. “You’ll be getting a lot more than that in a second,” he said. “I feel so empty,” Pasor Kline said. “That’s the sign of a true cum pig,” Dominic told him. “You’ll find yourself needing a dick in you every second. All you’ll want is someone dumping a load of toxic cum in your ass. Lucky for you, you’ll have someone more than willing to do it just in the office down the hall.” Pastor Kline looked at me as I stood over him, my dick hanging down near his face. “Isn’t that what you want?” Dominic asked. “Absolutely,” Pastor Kline said, opening his mouth and taking my dick inside. He cleaned me off, tasting himself and the poz load I’d just injected. “Will scratched you up pretty good,” Dominic said. “I think I could do better.” He dug his nails into Pastor Kline’s inner lining, causing him to squirm. “It hurts,” he said, my dick falling from his mouth. “A real cum pig doesn’t notice the pain,” Dominic said. “You notice only the pleasure in the pain. You’ll crave it. You’ll want nothing more than for a man with a real cock to stretch your ass open, threatening to split you in two.” “It is what I want,” he groaned. “Split me in two.” “With pleasure,” Dominic said, standing and lining his dick up to Pastor Kline’s hole. “I’m not going to be slow. I’m not going to be gentle. This will hurt.” He pushed forward, burrowing his entire dick into Pastor Kline’s ass, his balls smacking against his taint. Pastor Kline’s back arched, his hands reaching out, finding my arm, which he held onto tightly. His eyes were closed tight, face red, as he waited for the pain to subside. It seemed to be lasting a long time as his grip on my hand remained tight. “I think I’ve found your second sphincter,” Dominic said. “It’s about time someone broke through. Now you’re really a bottom slut.” “Thank you, sir,” Pastor Kline moaned, his grip starting to loosen. “Will,” Dominic said, his pace quick as he slammed into Pastor Kline’s ass. “Climb on top of his chest and straddle him. I think he needs to learn how to eat an ass.” I climbed over Pastor Kline, a foot on either side of his chest, and lowered myself down until I was on my knees, my ass to his face. I was facing Dominic who was staring into my eyes, a hungry look arresting my attention. “Spread your cheeks,” he said, “and lower yourself down onto his face. I want him to eat my load out of your ass.” I grabbed onto my ass cheeks and pulled them apart, already feeling the cum inside starting to slip out of my hole. I looked back at Pastor Kline who was staring into my crack, his tongue darting out of his lips in anticipation. I lowered myself down until his nose and mouth were burrowed inside me. “Start eating,” Dominic said. I could feel Pastor Kline’s tongue darting against my hole, sending chills throughout my body. He was licking clean the cum that was dripping out, my sweat mixing with the juices. “Push some out for him,” Dominic said. “What if I fart a little?” I asked. “He’s a cum pig. It comes with the territory. Whatever you give him, he’ll be happy to take. Isn’t that right, pastor?” I heard a moan in response, the vibration of his voice tickling my ass. I strained as I tried to push out Dominic’s cum, feeling the warmth leaving my body. With ever push, there was a bit of gas released, but Pastor Kline seemed to like it. I kept pushing until every drop of cum was now in his mouth or covering his face. “Do you like the smell of a real man’s ass?” Dominic asked. Another moan suggested he did. “Push again,” Dominic said, winking at me. I pushed and more gas come out, Pastor Kline squirming under me. His hands reached up and grabbed my ass, and as I thought he was going to try to push me off, he took hold and pulled me further down on his face. “He likes it.” Dominic said. “We’ve got a true pig on our hands.” “I guess so,” I said. “When was the last time you pissed?” Dominic asked. “It’s been a while,” I said. “It’s unhealthy to hold urine in for long. How about we see what else Pastor Kline likes.” I lifted myself off Pastor Kline’s face and turned myself around, straddling his chest. There was cum and other liquids all over his face which his tongue was quickly trying to clean up. “Pastor,” Dominic started, “Will is going to give you another gift. There’s nothing a man likes more than feeding a pig his load. But giving a pig a stomach full of piss is also exciting.” Pastor Kline’s eyes fell to my dick and then looked up at me. He looked uncertain, but his mouth started to open as I leaned forward and rested the head on his tongue. I felt the warmth rising as my stream shot into his mouth, the golden liquid hitting the back of his throat. I could tell he was caught off guard, his hands grabbing my legs, but he didn’t close his mouth. “Swallow,” I said as I watched the piss collect in his mouth, threatening to pour out over his chin and chest. He swallowed the piss, his face contorting for a moment at the taste, but after a second, I found a change in his eyes. Where there had been dislike or concern, there was now enjoyment and desire. I didn’t need to remind him to swallow again as he was taking in my piss as quickly as he could. Once I was finished, he took my dick into his mouth and milked whatever remained inside. “I think he liked it,” I said, watching as Pastor Kline sucked my dick like a baby animal sucking from its mother’s teat. “Have you ever drank piss before?” Dominic asked. Pastor Kline shook his head. “But you will from now on, right?” Pastor Kline nodded. “When you’re at work,” Dominic said, “I don’t want you using the bathroom. Piss into a cup and drink it. When Will has to piss, he’ll come into your office and you’ll swallow everything he gives you. Understood?” Pastor Kline nodded, my dick slipping from his mouth. “Yes, sir. Every drop.” “Who knows,” Dominic said. “Maybe, we’ll get your son here, and you’ll drink his piss too. How does that sound?” “Delicious,” Pastor Kline said. “That’s a good cum and piss pig,” Dominic said, his pace quickening. “Are you ready for another load?” “Yes, sir.” “You’ve got it,” he said, slamming his dick into Pastor Kline’s ass, his body shuddering as he shot ropes of cum into his body. “You’ll be ours before long. Don’t you worry.” “Thank you, sir,” Pastor Kline said, looking up into my eyes. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” We shot two more loads of cum each into Pastor Kline’s hole along with piss from Dominic and myself before we called it a night. Dominic gave Pastor Kline a butt plug which he shoved into his ass, turning it around, angering the cuts inside. “You’ll leave this in as long as you can,” Dominic told him. “You want the cum to take.” “Yes, sir.” “You’ll be taking loads from Will every day while you’re at work. As many as you can. Then, I want you here a few times a week, taking both of our loads until we’ve converted you. Understand?” Pastor Kline nodded. “This is your life now. You’ll think of nothing but cock, cum, and piss. Whatever man wants to use you, you’ll agree. Your soul purpose is to be a bottom pig. If I want to dump my load into you right before you go up and preach on Sunday, you had better be ready to hold my cum inside the entire time you’re up there.” “Absolutely, sir. I understand.” “Good.” “I’ll walk you out,” I told Pastor Kline. We walked down the hall and got into the elevator. “I know this must be a bit awkward,” Pastor Kline said. “Not awkward,” it told him. “I’m just surprised. I never knew.” “That was kind of the point,” he said. “Though, there were many times when I was hitting on you that I was sure you’d start to get suspicious.” I knew the times he was talking about, but I didn’t say anything. “How will you explain all this to your wife?” “I don’t plan on explaining,” he said. “We never have sex anymore, so I won’t infect her. I go out to speak with church members all the time, so going out to get fucked won’t be all that hard. Honestly, I’m surprised I never tried it before.” “Now, Pastor Matthews…” “He’s as straight as they come,” Pastor Kline said. “And, from what I know, he’s not very big or good in bed.” “Good to know.” “As for other men in our church,” Pastor Kline said, “there are two or three married men who I’ve always believed are closeted. I think we have a chance with some of them.” “I’m not trying to poz the entire male population of our church,” I said. “I know,” he said as the elevator reached the bottom floor. “But imagine if we did. Image what our men’s retreats could be like then.” ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Hope it isn't getting too dirty for you. Don't worry. There won't be anything beyond piss. Another member of their party will soon be arriving. Jay's status will be known. Pastor Kline's journey begins. Let me know if you blow a load. Post a picture if you want. Happy Sunday.