Heir2012

Depends on the pain. 

I don't like testicle pain. That doesn't turn me on. If anything, it makes me walk away. I also don't like needles or blades, so nothing of that nature. 

Now, I love being slapped around. I like some bruises. A back covered in scratches makes me feel good, and I like sporting it in the gym showers. If I'm getting fucked, I want my ass to hurt after. I want to feel an ache inside me, a pain pushing me to find another cock to fuck my hole. A bit of blood from my ass is good too. 

But, if we're going to play with pain, I want to know a bit beforehand. Don't surprise me. When it comes to fight or flight, I'm a fighter. You hit me without warning, I'll punch you in the face hard without thinking. I've done it before. I don't like breaking noses... again. 

Part 46 Tonight.

We're coming down to the final chapters. There may be two, maybe three more. Not sure. 

I am strongly considering spin-offs. Some of that you'll see set up already. If there is something you want to see, let me know. I'll either work it in before this story ends (maybe temporarily) or I'll add it to a spin-off. 

I'm a dork, and I've been trying to figure out what to call the spin-offs so you'll know they are a part of this story. The best I can think of is "Story Title (A Pozzed Pastor Story)". I don't like the title, so if you can think of something better, let me know. Mainly because the spin-offs won't be following Will or Pastor Kline, and they're the pozzed pastors. 

6 minutes ago, ellentonboy said:

So can we be clear here - at what age does someone become a DILF?  Or is it the age difference between the two parties having sex?  Just curious?  If someone called me Daddy I would kick them out of my house, but it hasn't happened yet.  So is it - what a 20 to 30 year age difference that constitutes a DILF?  Just asking....

Not sure. I guess that's my question. 

I always assumed a DILF is a man anywhere from 40-60. Usually hairy. Fit or with a minor dadbod. Normally having actually fathered children, though not always. 

And like most guys have said, he has something in the way he carries himself. He self-assured. He is mature. He handles life with a degree of control that only comes from experience. 

I started liking men like this when I was a teen, giving that 20-30 age gap. I don't know if that's needed, though.

I was just thrown when this younger guy called me a DILF. It just never occurred to me that I could be one at this stage in my life. I have no kids (I hope). I don't think my attitude in life shows control. It just shocked me. 

Does that make sense? Maybe not. 

11 hours ago, BBDreamer said:

Awesome. I sure wish I had done that. At 19 I missed an opportunity to be fucked by a 40something. I still fantasize about him and what COULD have happened that day. 😞 

When I was 23 I had a man who was in his 50s approach me, flirting hard, asking to kiss me. I turned him down, and I DEEPLY regret it. He told me later that he had planned on fucking me, telling me all the twisted stuff he was going to do to me. Sadly, I missed that chance. 

He and I are still friends, but I often wonder if I should risk it and let him realize fully all the things he had wanted ten years ago. Maybe his husband would want to join us... 

I hate to admit it, but I was falling for Ed there. He would have played me right into his bed, no problem. Fuck, he got me so hard. 

I love the twist because he's getting what he deserves. 

Very hot, but....

I obviously don't condone the racist or nazi side that can exist with the community. I know not all skinheads are like that. You've just got to make the distinction. 

10 minutes ago, JamesL100 said:

Isn't also relative to the two ages? Say 20-30 years difference?

I suppose. As a teenager, I remember the older men I lusted after, the men I wanted, and some were around my current age. Now, they were actual dads, but still. 

12 hours ago, ejaculaTe said:

Mid-40s. To my mind, DILF isn't just physical, but also an attitude, a state of mind, experience. Yes, I know that there are many 20-somethings who have plenty of attitude and experience [where the hell were they when I was in my 20s?]. But in them, the pieces are still being assembled into their approach and adjustment to life. Speaking in very broad generalities, a guy in his 40s is sophisticated, experienced, confident. That's what makes him desirable.

This is what I thought. A DILF is a man in his 40s. But, like you said, it's also an attitude. There's a maturity he possesses. Maybe a bit of dominance without going alpha (though a DILF can be an alpha). 

He's experienced and strong. Maybe the world doesn't consider him to be in his prime, but we men see him and know that he is not just in his prime but is showing the culmination of years of refinement. 

Fuck, I'm hard just imagining this man. 

13 hours ago, Phallarchist said:

It's paternity-based. If he made babies with his penis, I am interested in that penis. The more he makes, the more I'm interested.

I get this. A man becomes more attractive to me when I know he's reproduced. It's like he's done his duty as a man, impregnating and acting as protector. Seeing his cock, knowing it has created life, is a turn on.

So, in your opinion, a DILF is a man who is actually a father? 

1 hour ago, Sfmike64 said:

I think Daddy would want to see it drunk down, not missing a single drop. 

Recently I was speaking to a younger guy (early 20s), and within our conversation he referred to me as a DILF. 

I was confused. I'm 33, and while, yes, I technically am old enough to have kids, so was he. And does having kids really matter here? 

So, in your opinion, at what age does a man become a DILF? 

If it's not based on age, what is it? 

Neg. 

I like a hairy daddy with an ass I can grab and hold on to as I fuck his hairy hole. Doesn't need to be a fat ass, but there's got to be something there. Extra points if he's got a patch of hair on his lower back. It's a great visual. 

I usually get hard when I'm fucked, but I've had guys who don't want me, as the bottom, to be hard. It's a domination thing. Others like it and grab my cock, jerking me off as they fuck my ass. 

When I top, I like to grab the guy's cock and jerk him off, but if he can't get hard, no problem. Sometimes they still cum from hitting their prostates. 

Since I usually go after mature men, it isn't uncommon for many of them to struggle either getting or maintaining an erection. If they can't, I try to make their holes feel incredible instead. 

If a guy rejects you because you can't get hard, especially since it's due to something outside your control, then he's a piece of shit. He doesn't deserve your ass or mouth. 

You created an intense, ominous atmosphere. You're really proving that there is a darkness within the transformation. Keep making it hot and dark! 

1 hour ago, verslut said:

Have you considered writing a book about it? It's not a new topic in publishing at this point (see Orange is the New Black). But it's worth seeing if a literary agent is interested in it, when you get out.

Just make sure you've got a spin. What makes your experience unique. Could be an interesting idea. 

Because you shouldn't. Everyone says to wear a condom. I like things that are tabo o, so it only seemed natural. 

Plus, there's nothing like feeling skin on skin. 

I'm always up for a hypnosis or mind control story. Bring it on! 

7 minutes ago, HossGa said:

Fuck I hope so!   I fucked twice yesterday . And today I only got a blow job. The bottom I fucked yesterday said he's sore and would only blow me and tease me with his well used hole. That I fucked yesterday.   He did let me cum 4 more times on his sore ass.  I get so fucking mad and want to fight because I don't have enough ass in here to keep me satisfied!   Can't Fucking Wait To Get Out Of Prison!  Please tell me there plenty of guys out there!

There are plenty. You've got your choice. Pick the right website or app and you'll find yourself constantly inside someone's ass blowing your load. Use what you have. You'll get more ass than you can handle. 

Hairy men. Mature men (45+, but the older the better). Married men. I love seeing that wedding ring. If I can, I'll slip it off him and wear it instead. 

Watersports. Jockstraps. I'm starting down a road that is piggy and dirty and depraved. Sure, I have some limits, but the right man can break them. 

My fetishes grow every day. 

On 3/16/2024 at 6:40 PM, HossGa said:

And if y'all want to know what's in those shorts.  Well its 6.5 full hard and thick.  Not to impressive!  But the cum loads are out of this world!! They look like a horse snezzed when I cum!     Thick, Pearl white, and super Hot!

Your cock does sound impressive. Your cum loads sound god-like. I've already said that I think your hot. I don't think there's a man actually worth fucking that wouldn't want you. If they can't look beyond this section of your life, then they don't deserve your time. If they think you're the stereotype, they aren't worth a second thought. 

On the day you get out, I think you'll have a line of BZ men ready to have you! 

There are some men that are seen as "model" hot that don't get me even remotely hard. I've had some guys who aren't conventionally attractive that i found incredibly hot. Im attracted to mature men, somewhat weatherworn, with hair everywhere. For me, that's hot, but for some it's not. It all depends. Plus, It's confidence and personality. 

Now, stepping into a "faggot cumdump whore" mindset, who the fuck cares? Most of the time you don't see his face. If you do and he is impossible to look at (which I can't imagine), fuck doggy style or on your stomach. You want the cock. You want the cum. You don't need his face. 

To restate what everyone else has said, it depends. If a man cums a lot, and not just "oozing" out of him but actually shooting out in spurts, then yes. Sometimes it's an actual feeling of something hitting, but it's normally, for me" a warmth that wasn't there before. 

I've had some guys tell me they can feel my cum shooting inside them when I top, but others can't. Depends on when I came last and how "used" the hole is. 

Sometimes, for me when I bottom, just the feeling of his cock throbbing and kicking is enough. 

I can't wait for more! Love seeing the path the virus is taking! Can't wait to see Ed convert and fuck someone else. Someone in power with him? A married man? Hope we don't wait too long! 

Part 45: Things Are Changing...

(Will’s Perspective)

“And Peter is going with him?” I asked.

“That’s what he said,” Dom told me. “We’ll see how long that’ll last.”

Dom had just gone to see Doctor Wade and returned with a considerable amount of news. Apparently, Doctor Wade had been contacted by some medical group to travel the country and act as a medical professional for various organizations. He’d work at colleges for some of their sports teams, working closely with the athletes. He’d also work at pop-up sites in struggling communities or within sections of cities where healthcare wasn’t readily available. While anyone else would see this as being a gesture of selfless kindness, we knew better.

“He’s gonna fuck those basketball players, isn’t he?” I said.

“He’ll fuck any guy playing basketball, football, baseball, soccer, track and field, swimming… I bet he’ll see how far he can shove a golf club up some poor guy’s ass.”

“He’ll fit in,” I said. “He looks like a jock. It’ll almost be too easy for him.”

“And then he’ll find hundreds of homeless men to fuck and convert,” Dom told me. “All those men will go to him looking for an injection, and they’ll get it. It just won’t be the type they’re expecting.”

“And Peter is going with him?”

Dom nodded. “Acting as his assistant. Don’t know how he managed that, but Wade found a way. Don’t think Peter will be working the medical side of things, but I’m sure he’ll find things to do.”

“That’s a pairing I never expected,” I said.

Since Peter had been recovering at Wade’s house, they had been spending a considerable amount of time together. Sure, we all got together to fuck, our weekly orgies keeping us all as horny as possible, but Wade and Peter had found themselves together enough that something had started between them.

“Wade said he’s always been fascinated by hyperspermia,” Dom told me. “He wants to write a paper on it and thinks Peter is the perfect specimen.”

“I’m sure that’s not the only reason he’s keeping him around,” I said. The last time I saw them, I could see something in Peter’s eyes, something that I hadn’t seen in him since he first told us about his desire to fuck and be fucked by men. His hunger was intense, but it also seemed controlled now. His desire was now directed toward one person: Doctor Wade. Without us realizing, a couple had been born.

“Peter and Wade,” I said, trying out their names together. “Or is it Wade and Peter?”

“Could just call them crazy fuckers,” Dom suggested.

“I thought that was our name,” I told him. I came up behind him, wrapping my arms around his body, feeling his large, muscular form moving within my hold. Sometimes I forgot how powerful of a man Dom was. Yes, I saw his large form and could see his impressive physique, but it wasn’t until I held him close to me or had his body pressing down on me as he fucked my ass that I truly understood how impressive his body was. He was a god, and anymore, he was the only god I cared about.

“We’ll have to start placing bets,” Dom said. “We’ll see how many guys they convert and then we’ll see who out of the two of them converts more.”

“My money is on Wade,” I said. “You’ve seen that body. He’ll get all the athletes. Easy.”

“Yes, but don’t forget that Peter is the man who fucked his own student,” Dom reminded. “That man needs to be fucking someone once every day or his sack will explode.”

“I guess we’ll see who wins in the end,” I said.

A melodic tune filled the room, Dom’s phone lighting up. Doctor Wade’s name filled the screen.

“His ears must have been buzzing,” Dom said, answering. “We were just talking about you,” he said.

I watched as Dom spoke to Doctor Wade, though there wasn’t much of a conversation. Wade spoke and Dom listened. I watched as his expression changed slightly. I wasn’t able to pin down what emotion he was feeling. All I could see was that he looked determined, as if he was taking in every word and analyzing them fully.

“Thanks for calling, Wade,” Dom said. “No. I understand. It’s like we talked about. Yeah. Send it over. I’ll start it soon. Thanks.” Dom ended the call then looked at me, smiling. “That was Doctor Wade.”

“Let me guess,” I said, “the NFL just called, and they need him to loosen up the tight holes of a few tight ends.”

“No, nothing like that,” Dom said.

“Is everything alright?” I asked, starting to feel worried.

“It will be,” he said. “That was just Wade letting me know that he got back the results of some tests.”

“Tests? What tests?”

“He was just checking my T cell count,” Dom said. “Among other things.”

“And?”

“And, he says I need to start medication as soon as possible or my count will dip below 200.”

“Meaning?”

“AIDS,” he said.

The word hit me hard. Sure, growing up I’d heard the word along with HIV. There was always a fear surrounding any discussion concerning either. Now, since testing HIV+, I found myself getting hard rather than afraid when discussing HIV. It had become a freedom. It had allowed us to create a brotherhood. Hearing Dom say “AIDS” didn’t create the same effect.

“So, what are you going to do?” I asked, trying to hide the bit of fear which tightened around my neck.

“At one point,” he said, “I wouldn’t have cared. I have a lot of friends who have never started medication. Their body, their choice. I support that. I always will. They’re some hot fuckers. For myself, I always knew there would come a time when I’d have to make the choice.”

“You’re deciding to start medication?” I asked. “And that’ll make you undetectable.”

“After a bit of time,” he said. “Well, more than a bit. It’s a process.”

“And that’s what you want?”

He shrugged. “I never really knew what I wanted beyond fucking men and converting them. It’s what I lived for.”

“And now?”

“And now,” he said, “I want to make sure I can be here with you for as long as possible, even if that means my gifting days are behind me.” He stepped forward and kissed me. “Besides, that just means you’ll have to work twice as hard in my place.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, saluting him.

He kissed me again, and I could feel in his lips a smile.

My phone vibrated, a message flashing on the screen.

“We’re very popular,” I said, breaking the kiss.

“Who is it?”

“My dad,” I said. “He says they just arrived.”

Since Jay and I fucked my dad with Dom having a crack at his neg ass a short time after, my dad and Pastor Kline decided to go on a “trip” for a few days. They told their wives that they were merely two old friends catching up, comparing preaching strategies, but we knew the truth. They were going out to spend several days fucking. With Dom and my cum inside my dad’s ass and Jay and Pastor Kline’s asses swallowing my dad’s cock, we were sure he’d convert sooner or later. From the sounds of it, my dad could be Dom’s last converter should his cum trump ours and do the trick.

“You know, I never imagined my dad would be doing what he’s doing right now,” I told Dom. “It’s crazy. Sometimes I feel like it’s all a dream.”

“A good dream?” Dom asked.

I looked into his eyes and smiled. “The best dream. A dream I never could have imagined.”

“Have you ever wondered what would have happened if we had never met?” Dom asked. “I mean, if I hadn’t come to your church.”

“You mean when you stalked me?” I joked.

“Or when you accepted my invitation,” Dom continued. “You know, after you dreamed about me fucking you.”

“I still think you put a spell on me.”

“Or maybe you prayed to get into my pants,” Dom joked.

“I’m sure my life would be nothing like it is now,” I said. “I’d be single, or I’d be dating one of the desperate daughters of the women at church.”

“You’d still be a virgin,” Dom said. “You’d be jerking off to pussy until some woman managed to slip your preacher prick inside her.”

“I’d be a miserable husband, dodging questions from my mom about grandkids.” I stopped, the idea hitting me. “I could have been a dad,” I said. I thought of Jay and me with our father. I thought of Pastor Kline and Ryan. Was that something I wanted? It had been at one point, though I wasn’t sure if that had been real or just expectation.

“Do you regret not having those things?” Dom asked. There was a sincerity in his voice. I could tell he actually wanted to know.

I took the time to think.

“The man I was before I met you was the man I pretended to be,” I told him. “I pretended to be a holy man, a man who never took risks or did anything that he wanted to do because it made him feel good. I was lying to myself, but I didn’t even know it. Now, I know that that man, that version of me, is gone. You created the man standing before you.” I held my arms out, showing myself to him. He looked me over, a smile turning his lips.

“And what a fine-looking man he is,” Dom said.

“Any time you question whether or not I’m happy being the man I am now,” I said, pulling my shirt off, revealing my hairy chest and the biohazard tattoo beneath, “look at this mark over my heart.” I pointed to the tattoo, the mark Dom had given me, proving not only that he had converted me but that he claimed me as his own. “This is where my heart is now. I’m glad you came into the church that day. I’m glad I shook your hand. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have discovered who I really am.”

“And who is that?”

I unbuttoned my pants, pushing them down to reveal my erect cock tenting a stained jockstrap, one of Dom’s which carried not only his mark but also his musk. “I’m Dominic Moore’s toxic faggot.”

Dom smiled. “Prove it,” he said, undoing his pants and pulling out his hard cock. “Get me wet so I don’t tear that pretty pussy up.”

I fell to my knees and swallowed Dom’s cock, tasting his precum. I’d improved when it came to blowjobs. I could now swallow most of Dom’s cock, though I couldn’t take it all down. Still, I was far enough down his shaft that his pubic hair tickled my nose and I could smell the musk trapped around his balls.

“That’s right, faggot,” he said as I moved along his cock, my one hand reaching up and playing with his balls. “Take my dom-cock. Swallow it down. Suck the cock that infected you. Taste the cum that poisoned your body forever.”

My eyes found Dom’s biohazard tattoo right in front of me, staring me down. It was like an eye, watching me, judging me, admiring me as I worshiped at the feet of the man I had given my life over to. I wanted so much to please him. I needed to please him.

“Be careful,” Dom said, pulling his cock out of my mouth. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Only inside my faggot cunt,” I told him.

Dom put his hands underneath my arms and picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, his cock finding my ass and slipping inside. “Let’s go back to where I can really fuck you,” he said, carrying me down the hall to his bedroom. Carefully, he placed me down, keeping his cock still inside my crack.

“Please, fuck me,” I said, my hands running over my body, my chest already heaving from the rush filling me. “I need you to fuck me.”

“No,” he said, pulling off his shirt, revealing the strong chest beneath. He leaned forward, hovering over me, his looking deep into my own. “I won’t fuck you.”

I looked at him, confused.

Dom smiled. “I’m making love to you,” he said, lightly kissing me. His lips, normally strong as he attacked my own or explored my body, were delicate. The way he handled himself was different. While he continued to be strong, he was also careful, precise in his movements. He slipped his cock inside my hole, his eyes never leaving my own as he entered inside my body, filling me, completing me. Once he bottomed out he let out a small gasp. “How’s that feel?”

“Perfect,” I told him.

He kept himself deep inside my body, allowing me to adjust to his size. His body was warm, where his naked flesh touched mine almost burning. I could feel every aspect of him. Every strand of chest hair pressed against my own was felt. Every vein along his cock was known to me. This man was more real to me now than ever before. It was as if I’d only ever seen him from a distance. Now, for the first time, we were meeting.

I gasped.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

I shook my head, smiling. “No. Just the opposite. I’ve never been this happy.”

Dom smiled and then kissed me. I smelled him, taking in his scent, memorizing every aspect of it. My hands ran down his back, admiring the muscles. As I explored, his hips shifted, pulling his cock out until only the head remained inside. It felt as if every moment he wasn’t fully inside me lasted hours, even days. I needed him to fill me. My legs tightened around him, pulling him back inside.

“Someone is eager,” he said, breaking the kiss.

“I just need you inside me,” I told him. “Please, stay inside me.”

“You’ve got it,” he said, his thrusts short, keeping as much of his cock inside my body as possible.

It felt as if I’d never been fucked before. My mind spun with every kiss. My body shook from every touch he graced me with. My heartbeat matched his thrusts. I felt as if my heart would stop if he stopped. Something about this moment was different than any other moment we shared. I couldn’t understand it, but I loved it. I loved him. He knew that. We’d said so to each other. Still, in that moment, I needed him to know again.

“I love you,” I told him, his body pressed down against mine, a fiery heat filling the room, causing our bodies to sweat. The smell we created was pungent and intoxicating. I let it fill my lungs, tasting it on my lips. I smiled.

Dom smiled back. “Will…” he started, still keeping pace with his thrusts, his breathing coming in short bursts. “Will…”

“What?” I asked, feeling his cock swell, ready to flood my body with his toxic cum.

“Will,” he said, gasping for a final breath as he climaxed, “will you marry me?”

My eyes opened wide, my body shaking within his hold, milking him of his cum.

(Peter’s Perspective)

“So, he’s starting the medication?” I asked.

Wade entered the bedroom, completely naked. There was a trail of my cum leaking out of his ass. I’d already fucked him twice, filling him with so much of my cum his body couldn’t contain it.

“You know there is such a thing as patient confidentiality.”

“Yes, but it hardly means shit for us,” I countered.

Wade smiled. “Dom has decided to start medication.”

“Why?”

“Why do you think?” he asked, climbing back onto the bed. “For Will.”

“That’s romantic,” I said, thinking of the two of them. At one point, I had considered my relationship with my ex-wife to contain the same passion, the same devotion as Dom and Will had. Clearly, I’d been wrong. But I was happy for them. I watched Wade as he crawled up toward me, opening his mouth and sucking my cock inside. I wondered if there was a chance I could fall for Wade the same way Will fell for Dom. It was possible, but that wasn’t my focus at the moment. Wade loved to suck and fuck, and that’s all I wanted. I admired how his tongue played with the golden PA at the tip of my cock. Fuck, this man was gorgeous.

My phone started to ring, pulling my attention. I tried to keep my cock inside Wade’s mouth, stretching to reach my phone.

“Who is it?” Wade asked, his words jumbled as he continued to suckle.

“It’s Lewis,” I said, answering. “Hello?”

“Mr. Flanagan,” Lewis said, his voice raspy and weak. “Peter?”

“Lewis, is everything alright?”

“I think I… I think I’m… I think I’m converting,” he managed to say.

“What?” I said, jumping up in the bed, Wade falling back. “Are you sure?”

“I’m feeling really sick,” he said. “My parents are trying to take me to the hospital. If they do, they’ll find out that we’ve been fucking, and everything will be ruined.”

“Stay calm,” I told him. “We’ll figure something out.”

“Hurry,” Lewis moaned, the call ending.

“What’s going on?” Wade asked, still trying to get his mouth on my cock.

“That was Lewis,” I told him. “He thinks he converting.”

“What? Right now?”

“Sounds like it didn’t just start,” I told him, “but his parents are trying to take him to the hospital.”

“Oh shit.” Wade jumped off the bed and started searching for clothes. “Call him back and tell him that I’ll be right over. I just need to go to my office first.”

“What’ll he tell his parents?”

“Tell him to tell them that he called a doctor who does visits,” Wade said. “He heard about me from someone at school. Or maybe from Will. I don’t know. Tell him to call me and I’ll walk him through it.”

“I’ll let him know,” I said, calling Lewis back. “Wade.”

“Yeah?”

“You’ve got a giant cum stain on the back of your pants.”

“Shit!”

Wade ran to search for new pants as I called Lewis back. I thought of the day I had fucked him in my old office, taking his virginity and starting him into this toxic journey. I felt proud of him, knowing what he wants at such a young age. If he managed to get through this without his parents knowing, I had a feeling his slut days were just beginning.

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Until I can come back.........