Heir2012

Alright men, I have a challenge for you.

There is a video I've been searching for that I can't find no matter how many searches I pose on Google. I'm going to try to describe it, giving as many details as I can, hoping someone here knows the video.

It's of a man masturbating in what looks like a home office. I believe there are plastic bins in the background and a door in sight.

The video is homemade. 

I believe he's married. I think that may have been an important part of the video.

He has a beard, and from the light, I believe he is either ginger or has brown hair close to ginger. The lighting is low. I believe it was done at night.

He has a hot body, showing abs. His skin is slightly pale. I also believe he's hairy.

His dick is huge. I think it was his dick that made this video hot. 

As you can see, these are pretty general descriptions, and I'm having trouble finding the video. If you think you find it, can you post a link to the video? I've been searching for this video for years.

Goodluck men. I hope you find the video that has launched a thousand loads. 

On 8/15/2023 at 3:12 PM, billy88666 said:

I'd like to see Austin a few years later. He's bulked up in all the right places and his toned body is shown off to the max with the beautiful tattoos that have enveloped his body. He's got into the fetish scene and is a regular at venues where the dress code is leather, rubber and PVC. He draws lustful looks from the patrons . Young skinheads, punks in leather and chains are drawn like to his incredible body like moths to a flame. He carefully scans the club for younger, shy guys like his former self. He'll go outside to have a smoke and these naive young men will follow, not knowing why they need him to notice them. Austin will pull out his pack of smokes and then fumble through his pockets looking for his lighter for a few moments before his unsuspecting victim will produce a Zippo that has sparked to life. In the flicker of the flame they make eye contact and Austin will reveal his dazzling smile and the young guy will be primed to be his next victim....

I didn't make Austen into this type of man, but I hope Mr. Fey will suffice. I'll see if I can write something where this is at play more, giving you a full experience. 

Part 6

I pulled my fingers out of his hole and aligned my dick to where his puckered opening appeared to be reaching out toward me. I pushed my cock into his hole, his spit from sucking my dick giving just enough lubrication to help me inside but not enough to make it a smooth process.

“Oh, fuck,” he cried, his hands grasping his legs tighter. “It fucking hurts. It hurts.”

“It will,” I told him, pushing more of my cock into his body. I could feel his hole welcoming my cock, sucking me in, begging for me to change this man’s body from the worthless piece of shit that it was into the poz predator that it needed to be, owned by a new will. “It won’t last long. Just breathe through it. Let me in.”

Mr. Fey closed his eyes and breathed, his chest heaving with every inch that entered. The body he once considered strong and powerful was proving itself weak against the invasion of a younger man’s cock.

“Please,” he begged, looking up at me, his eyes tearful, his face flushed. “Please, stop. I can’t. I can’t take it.”

“You can,” I told him, pushing harder, forcing my cock into his body, giving him what he didn’t know he wanted. What he needed. “Let me in.”

“Please.”

“Let me in.”

“I can’t.”

“You can,” I told him, leaning forward over his body, staring deep into his eyes, seeing both the fear and the lust battling for dominance. “Do you want this?”

He waited a moment, a single tear falling down the side of his face. “Yes,” he whispered.

“Then take it all,” I said, ramming my entire cock into his ass.

“FUCK!” he cried, his body shaking, back lifting off the bed, eyes closed tight as his face registered the incredible pain I inflicted. Air caught in his chest, his body frozen for a moment as the initial connection was made. I could feel his heartbeat, the rhythm pulsing against my cock, playing out of sync to my own. I waited a moment, knowing this was crucial, allowing his body to feel me, to know me, to understand that I was in charge of what was about to happen. His body relaxed, his hole opening more to my girth. I watched as his eyes slowly opened, revealing what I already knew to be Mr. Fey’s destiny: the perverted monster had overcome his fear, leaving him as open prey.

“That’s it,” I said, pulling out until only the head of my cock remained. “Accept my cock. Accept the pleasure.” I pushed back inside, taking extra care to press against his prostate, causing his body to shudder.

“Yes,” he moaned, looking up at me with a new desire. “Please, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

“As you wish,” I said. I started slow, but my pace quickened. Soon, I was fucking his ass as if he had taken a hundred dicks up his hole every day. He was made to take cock, and his body was learning this truth. With each thrust, I could feel his heartbeat’s rhythm growing closer to mine, closer to Hunter’s. I knew Hunter could feel what I felt, could see what I saw as I stared down at this man whom I had once looked up to as a mentor but was now a whore to fuck and claim.

“Fuck,” he said, looking down at his hard cock which leaked incredible amounts of cum, covering his stomach. “What’s happening?”

“I’m fucking the cum right out of you,” I said, for once, telling him the truth. I was fucking the cum right out of him. Any negative cum stored up in his balls was being forced out of his body, making room for the poz cum which would change— and claim— his life.

“Don’t stop,” he moaned, his hand grabbing his cock, helping squeeze out the cum which carried his DNA. He smeared it over his body, mixing it into his chest hair. The sight disgusted me, seeing this man revel in unworthy cum. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Keep going. Keep going.”

“What do you want?” I asked, fucking his ass harder, watching the cum shooting out over his heaving body. I looked at his balls, knowing that they were almost ready to transform, to become what they had always been destined to be.

“I want you to fuck me,” he said.

“No,” I said, moving my attention back to his eyes where the wild beast was writhing in the pleasure. “What is it that you want from me?”

He stared at me, eyes fixed. I could feel our heartbeats pounding, growing closer to the pounding of my cock into his virgin ass. His hand moved over his cum-covered body, his palm held up for him to see for the last time the cum which would have carried on his family line, the cum which had defined his identity. In that instant, I saw a change, and I knew he understood.

“Your cum,” he said.

I pounded hard into his ass and felt his heartbeat sync with my own, locking him into the transformation as the last drop of his neg cum left his body, leaving him an empty vessel to claim. He belonged to Hunter. Through me, Mr. Fey’s life would be claimed, all the years he would have lived stolen and given to our Master.

I looked up into the mirror and saw Hunter staring back at me, his own body reflected and fucking Mr. Fey into a life of poz fucking.

“Who do you belong to?” I shouted, our heartbeat almost audible in the room.

“Our Master,” Mr. Fey gasped, the name a sound of praise from his lips. Everything he knew, everything he had lived for, his job, his wife, his hopes and dreams, all disappeared, replaced forever by his new objective in life.

“Who does your dick belong to?”

“Our Master.”

“And whose toxic cum is churning now inside your balls?”

“Our Master’s cum.”

“And whose life am I extracting in place of gifting you with our Master’s cum?”

Mr. Fey’s eyes, filled with the monster of lust and perversion, stared into my own, into the eyes of our Master. “My life,” he said.

“Then give it to him,” I said, forcing my dick inside his body and injecting him with the poz cum of our Master.

Mr. Fey’s eyes widened for a brief moment, the man he had been, the loving husband and dutiful teacher, shining through for a single moment before disappearing forever. His body shuddered, his hole gripping my cock, milking me of the cum we both craved.

I looked into the mirror and saw Hunter’s face, his eyes meeting mine and pulling me into his mind. I could see Mr. Fey and the life he had lived. I could see all the choices which had brought him to me that night. I could see the life he could have lived should he had resisted me and returned home to his loving wife. I could see him loving his wife, fucking his wife, being the husband he had promised. I could see his wife telling him that he was going to be a father. I could see him holding his son for the first time. I could see the three sons which would have come after, all growing up to be strong men like him. I could see him growing old, retiring from his job, and living out his remaining days knowing that he had been a good man, a good husband, and a good father.

I stared into the eyes of that older man and watched as they went cold, filling instead with regret and pain. All the things he had ever wanted in his life were taken from him, leaving him instead in a bed in a motel room, far from his wife, his ass filled with the poz cock of a former student. His hopes of a family were wasted on his stomach and chest, drying and dying, mixing with the sweat of a night of careless, cheating sex.

I watched as black ink appeared on his chest, his own biohazard symbol appearing beneath the smeared remains of his DNA. I understood. Mr. Fey had made a choice, giving up his wife and the chance to father sons for a single chance of fucking, proving what was truly important to him. Now, if he was ever in doubt, all he had to do was look at what was tattooed over his heart to know what he desired the most.

“Well done,” I heard Hunter say, and I could, for a moment, feel his cock inside me, once again filling me with his gift. “You have brought me a worthy tool.”

The motel room vanished, only Mr. Fey remaining. I watched as his body was covered with tattoos, every inch of skin inked, creating a map of his descent into sinful lust. He would spend his life moving from town to town, searching out leather bars and anywhere he could squeeze his large frame into a suit of rubber. The once clean-cut man would take on a new identity, that of a skinhead forever seeking out young men like Austen, like the students he once taught. He would fill his lungs with smoke, tempting men with his lighter and the promise of a cigarette. They were moths to the flame, and he would ensure that they would get burned.

The image blurred, and I found myself back in the motel room, staring at myself in the mirror. It was done. I pulled out of Mr. Fey’s body, watching as his balls moved within his scrotum, changing before my eyes, transforming into the mirror images of the balls which had given him a new, toxic life. Now, if he fucked his wife, she would give him sons he could not claim as his own, Hunter’s blood running through their veins and carrying on his legacy. Not that he’d want to fuck her, I thought. Not now. Hunter had plans for Mr. Fey, though the possibility of using this man as a way to breed offspring was something not to be dismissed.

I collected my things, leaving Mr. Fey to transform into the man Hunter desired, stripping away the good man he had once been.

I walked to the front desk and found the same man still inside.

“What can I help you with?” he asked.

I put my hand out. “Give me back thirty and I’ll give you thirty minutes that’ll change your life forever.”

The man smiled.

Got him.

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Not sure if I'll continue with Austen, return to Hunter, go with Mr. Fey, or bring in some other man sucking the lives of innocent men away. We'll see. 

Part 5

I broke the kiss and grabbed his shirt, undoing the buttons. Overcome by his lust, he stood up and started to undo his pants, kicking his shoes off. It took little time for his clothing to join my pants on the floor, his naked body exposed to me.

I felt a shift in my mind, a presence that filled me with a surge of orgasmic power. Somehow, I knew Hunter was with me, seeing Mr. Fey through my eyes, examining the prey I had caught. My cock ached as it tried to spring free, blood pumping out of anticipation, and I knew Hunter was pleased.

Mr. Fey took care of himself. He was muscular, clearly working out when he could, but I could tell his regime was far from what it had been when he had played football in college. With the muscle there was also a thin layer of fat, creating a strong body. A thin layer of hair covered his chest, though it was far less than my own. His married cock was fully hard, wishing to be impressive, but it looked pathetic compared to my own and the cock which had blessed me.

“Impressive,” I lied, kneeling down and gripping his balls. I moved them in my palm, knowing what was about to happen to them. “Does your wife blow you?”

“No,” he moaned, looking down at me with anticipation. “Not anymore.”

“Too bad,” I said. “Could she ever do this?” I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock down in one go.

“Oh, fuck,” he cried, grabbing my shoulder to balance himself, my tongue running along the underside.

Twice that night I had been forced to taste the cock of this inferior man, but I knew it would all be worth it once he was claimed. I pulled myself off him, leaving his cock slicked up with my spit. I pulled off my jockstrap, allowing my own cock to break free. Mr. Fey looked down, his eyes wide as he took me in.

“Fuck,” he said, falling to his knees, his eyes still glued to my cock. “You’re huge.”

“Guess I’m just lucky,” I said. I grabbed the base and squeezed, a drop of my poz pre-cum leaking out and hanging from the head. “Wanna taste?”

“Uhm,” he said, our eyes meeting again, the lust for me still present, though still mixed with his fear. “I’ve never… I’ve never sucked a cock before.”

“Don’t worry,” I told him, my hand moving to his face again, at first caressing his cheek before moving to the back of his head to guide him closer. “Just try it once. Just try to even take the tip.”

That’s all it’ll take.

He opened his mouth, his tongue moving out, reaching for the drop of toxic pre-cum that would start his journey into depravity. I felt a warmth envelop my cockhead as Mr. Fey suckled at the tip, tasting the very pre-cum he would soon be producing in his balls. As if a switch went off in his head, he moved forward, taking more of my cock into his mouth.

“Do you like that?” I asked, knowing perfectly well that the taste of the pre-cum was ensnaring him, acting like a drug, making him an addict instantly. Though he’d never sucked a cock before, his brain was rewiring itself, his ability to suck a cock of any size now second nature. Scratch that, first nature.

I looked down at Mr. Fey who worked my cock, his mouth skilled in extracting more of Hunter’s pre-gift. His eyes looked up at me, and I could see the fear diminishing, dying away as we started to take over his body.

“Since I already got you off,” I told him, relishing the pleasure he was bringing me, “it seems only fair that it’s my turn. Don’t you think?”

My cock slipped from his mouth as he said, “Yes. Whatever you want.” His mouth reached for my cock again, but I stopped him, tilting his chin up.

“I blew you,” I told him, my bare foot tapping the head of the cock I had sucked off not even an hour ago. “But I think it would be better if I was to fuck you instead.”

“Fu… fuck me?” Mr. Fey managed, some of the fear returning to his eyes. “I… I haven’t been—”

“You haven’t been fucked,” I finished, already knowing this about the closeted man. “But you want to get fucked, don’t you?”

He nodded.

“Then why not now?” I asked. “Why not get fucked the very same night you sucked your first cock?”

I watched as he thought this over, his mind working out what to do.

“You’ve already come so far,” I said. “Why not go just a bit farther?”

The potency of the pre-cum was already working its way through his body, breaking down his defenses. What this man would normally have refused to do in the past, like be fucked by a student and cheat on his wife, would become a desire he couldn’t refuse.

“You don’t have to worry,” I told him, turning on the compassion, helping him believe that I was someone who truly cared. “I won’t ever tell your wife or anyone. It’ll be our little secret. No strings attached. I’ll be gentle, and if you don’t like it, we can stop. You can even fuck me instead. What do you say?”

He stared up at me, the fear in his eyes growing stronger for a moment before fading to the background again, replaced now by the same lust which had brought him here, closer to breaking free. “Alright,” he said. “Fuck me.”

“With pleasure.” I pulled him to his feet, kissed him again, charging his lust for me, for what he knew was dangerous and wrong, and pushed him back onto the bed, noticing my reflection in the mirror hanging over the bed. I smiled, seeing myself for the first time for what I was: a predator. I pulled off my shirt, revealing my strong, hairy chest, knowing that my tattoo was out of sight, keeping Mr. Fey unaware. I started to flex, showing him my muscles, proving he wasn’t the only strong man in the room.

“Fuck me,” he said, his hands reaching out to my chest, his fingers running through the hair and feeling strength beneath. His fingers found my nipples and squeezed them, extracting a moan from me.

“You like what you see?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said, a genuine smile filling his face.

“I’m not the same kid you used to teach, am I?” I said, climbing onto the bed and grabbing his legs, running my hands along his warm skin, pulling them up and over my shoulders.

“Most definitely not,” he said, smiling. “You’re a fucking gorgeous man.”

“So are you,” I lied again. Lifting his legs up, I grasped his ass and pulled his cheeks apart, revealing the hole about to be claimed. I lunged forward and started to eat his hole, opening him up to what would surely bring about considerable pain and pleasure.

“What are… what are you…” Mr. Fey tried to speak, but his breath was heavy, pleasure filling his body as my tongue entered him, tasting his virgin hole.

“I’ve got to get you ready for me,” I told him, spitting into my hand and rubbing it over this hole. I slid one of my fingers into my mouth, wetting it, and slowly inserted it into his ass.

“Fuck,” he choked, grabbing his legs and pulling them back, welcoming me into his body.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I lied, massaging his hole, opening him up to what would transform his body into a servant to my Master. “I’ve got to get you opened up for my cock.”

Mr. Fey looked down through his legs, spotting my hard cock. His eyes grew wide, as if he hadn’t just had the same cock inside his mouth, dumping toxic pre-cum into his body, already starting to rewire his brain. “Will it fit?”

“Only if I open you up first. That’s why I’m getting your hole ready,” I said, a second and a third finger already inside his body. The pre-cum was doing its work, changing his body to accept his fate. His mind didn’t know, but his body was already accepting its new allegiance, knowing Mr. Fey was no longer in command. I played with his hole as I played with his mind, bringing the trapped perverted monster inside him closer to the surface.

“Please,” he moaned, his hole squeezing my four fingers, “just fuck me. Fuck my virgin hole.”

“You’ve got it,” I said.

Part 5 coming tonight too. 

Part 4

“Austen?” Mr. Fey said, backing up into the booth, clearly fearful of the position in which he found himself. “What… what are you…”

“What am I doing here?” I finished for him. “I think you know.” I reached out a hand and cupped his crotch, feeling the inferior cock and balls beneath. There were small splatterings of cum around the zipper, and I hated having to touch cum that was, at that point, unchanged. “I was doing you.”

“Stop,” he pressed, pushing my hand away. “You can’t do that.”

“Why not?” I asked. “I just took your cock down my throat.”

“Austen, no.”

“And I swallowed your cum. I can still taste your DNA.” And it made me sick.

“Stop talking like that,” he growled, grabbing my shoulders. Though his cock was lacking, his body made up for it. He was tall and broad-shouldered. His hands were large and strong. If Hunter had not already claimed me, this man could have taken me as his own without much of a fight.

“I think you like it when I talk to you like that,” I said. I never would have talked to someone like this before Hunter. It was as if his words were filtering through me, his mind poisoning what was once pure in me. “Isn’t that why you’re here?” My hand returned to his crotch, feeling a bulge forming again. “I think it gets you hard when you hear me talk like that.”

He pressed himself up against the wall, trying to look everywhere but at me. I leaned in and kissed his neck, feeling his warmth and tasting his sweat as his nerves fired off. I’d had a thing for Mr. Fey in high school. He was the perfect specimen… or he had been before Hunter. Now, he was insignificant… though he would surely make the perfect bait once he was converted, his balls churning out the toxic cum Hunter bestowed upon us.

“You’re such a big man,” I said, my warm breath brushing over his neck. “Did you play football in college?”

“I, uhm…” he cleared his throat, his Adam’s apple brushing against my cheek. “Yes. I did.”

“And did you ever stay behind in the locker room after practice or a game?” I pressed my crotch against his, feeling his cock throb against mine. “Your body all sweaty. Your muscles heated. Your testosterone flooding every cell.”

“Please,” he sighed, his voice strained as he tried to control himself. It was a losing battle.

“Did you get a teammate to pull out your cock and suck you dry?” My hand ran down his chest, feeling his pounding heartbeat. “Or, was it your coach who took you?”

“I… I never…”

“There’s something hot about an older man overstepping and taking a younger man as his own, isn’t there?” I stared into his eyes, seeing the fear mixed with his urge to strip himself naked and fulfill every one of his fantasies. “Knowing him as someone else, as a player or a student, and then knowing him as a lover.”

“I… can’t…”

“But you can,” I said, our bodies pressed together. His cock had grown to its pathetic length, mine eclipsing his easily. Our hearts were beating quickly, though we were not yet syncing. “No one will ever have to know,” I told him. “I’ll never tell. I’ll go back to school after summer ends. You’ll go back to teaching young minds like mine. Who would know?”

I could see in his eyes he was thinking it over. He knew me, and from the bulge in his pants, he wanted me. He also knew that he’d never have to see me again once the summer ended. I was his perfect option, his perfect fantasy. He looked deeper into my eyes, and in that moment, I wasn’t myself. I could feel Hunter looking at Mr. Fey through me, his lust for this man creating a fire inside me.

“Alright,” Mr. Fey said.

I had him.

We left the booth and made our way through the store, the guy behind the counter winking at me as I left. Maybe I would bring him to Hunter’s side… one day.

“Where should we go?” I asked him, following him to his car. “Your place?”

“I can’t,” he said, his right hand moving to touch the wedding ring on his left hand.

Fuck, married men are so easily broken and so easily scared. He had no idea how scared he should have been, unaware that his choice to give in to me was ruining forever the promise on his ring finger.

“I know a place,” I said.

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t worry,” I told him. “No one will find out.”

I got into his car and directed him to a small motel I knew was on the outside of town. A friend of mine used to buy weed from a guy here years ago, and, from what he told me, hardly anyone spent time here unless they were dealing or fucking.

“I can’t pay for a room,” Mr. Fey said, pulling into the abandoned parking lot. “All I have is my card, and it’ll show up for my wife to see.”

“Don’t worry,” I told him, reaching over and rubbing my hand along his crotch, feeling how hard his cock was over the fear of being discovered by his wife. “I’ve got it.” I got out of the car and walked to the main office, turning back once to stare into the worried eyes of my old teacher. Sure, I knew he could have changed his mind and driven away, leaving me stranded, but I knew his lust for me was killing the anxiety which was screaming for him to run.

For a second I remembered my own moment when I had felt the same. I remembered standing in that club, looking up into the gorgeous face of Hunter, and knowing that I could turn and run instead of pursuing someone who I could sense was dangerous. I should have known something more had been at play, but my desire for Hunter to fuck me worked hard to rewrite the fear in my brain, silencing all voices screaming for me to save myself. I knew the same thing would be overtaking Mr. Fey, his desire to fuck a former student and to cheat on his wife silencing the voice telling him to drive off. I’d have him in the end, and Hunter would have his body and life, just as he had mine.

“One room,” I told the man at the front desk. He looked at me and then out the window to where Mr. Fey was still sitting in the car.

“Fifty dollars,” he said. “Less if you give me a chance at your ass.”

I pulled out my wallet and handed him fifty. “Let’s see how long he and I go. I might just be coming back for some of my cash back and for some of whatever you’ve got hard for me.” I took the keycard and left, knowing that I had seduced the man just as easily as Hunter had done me. Even easier, I thought. Maybe I’ll be serving my Master even more tonight than I had originally planned. The thought got me hard.

“Are you ready?” I asked, tapping the card against the car’s window.

Mr. Fey stared up at me, his strong hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. This was the moment, the moment of truth. Unfortunately for Mr. Fey, the choice had already been made, and it wasn’t in his favor. The car’s engine turned off and Mr. Fey exited his car, following me to the room.

“Make yourself comfortable,” I said, taking my pants off.

Mr. Fey closed the door and quickly locked it, slowly turning to look at me. I could tell that his eyes were searching me, examining my body. Normally, I would remove my shirt and show him my hairy chest, proving how masculine I was and how much testosterone coursed through my body, but I couldn’t. Not yet. He’d see my tattoo, the tattoo Hunter had given me, the tattoo my mind was trained to ignore. He couldn’t see it or the entire night would be ruined. Instead, I allowed my growing bulge to stick out and tempt the man who had once seen me as nothing more than a student in need of his teaching. Maybe…

“Well,” I said, walking to him, a hand on my bulge, massaging my cock to its full size. “Aren’t you going to come inside?”

“I am inside,” he said.

“Not yet you’re not,” I told him. I reached out and grabbed his arms, pulling him toward the bed. “Come on, Mr. Fey. I told you, your wife won’t ever find out about any of this. Once you leave tonight, you won’t ever have to see or hear from me ever again.” I sat him down on the bed’s edge, my hand reaching up to caress his face. He tried to look anywhere but into my face, but a strong magnetism coursed through me, ensnaring him. His eyes looked into mine, and the fear which still haunted him started to fade, revealing the buried sexual beast hiding inside him, trying to escape.

There you are, I thought, smiling. I leaned forward and kissed him, tasting him, wishing it was Hunter instead of this worthless excuse for a man. I could feel him fighting, but soon I felt his hands reaching up to my face, holding me steady as he kissed me deeper, his tongue filling my mouth. The floodgates had opened. He was mine.

Part 36: (A Medical Procedure)

I slicked the dildo up with a fair amount of lube, watching as Doctor Wade pumped Peter’s cock, causing the sick man’s body to shiver.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Mr. Flanagan?” Doctor Wade asked, his thumb running over the glands in a circular motion. “Please be honest. It’s important to be honest with your doctor.”

“Yes, doctor,” Peter moaned, his hands reaching up and pinching his nipples, fingers moving through his sweat-drenched chest hair.

“I believe my patient is in need of a special procedure,” Doctor Wade said, his hand moving down to the base and squeezing. His other hand cradled his balls, moving them in his palm. “Yes, I believe you may have a powerful buildup of potent, toxic cum trapped in your manly balls. I’m afraid we just can’t have this if you’re to get better.”

“What can you do, doctor?” Peter asked.

“I think my assistant,” Doctor Wade said, looking back at me, “can assist us in extracting the precious cum we’ve all been waiting for.”

“I’m ready,” I said, winking at him.

“Shall we begin?”

I crawled onto the bed and moved with Doctor Wade, him lifting one leg while I lifted the other.

“Are you ready, Mr. Flanagan?”

“Yes, doctor,” Peter said, looking at both of us with an expression that proved how much he wanted this transformation. He finally achieved what he had wanted for so long. Not only was he now poz, but he was starting out on a new journey, discovering what he wanted. I could see in his eyes the images of all the men he wanted to fuck, all the men he wanted to be fucked by, and all the men swimming in the sea of poz cum he would now drown the world in. I knew I would be one of those men, and I was thankful.

I moved the dildo to his hole, a hole I was familiar with, a hole I loved fucking, and pressed gently, watching as the blue head slid inside him, opening him up.

“Fuck,” Peter moaned, his hands running over his body, his mouth open in a silent cry as he welcomed this new object into his body. “More,” he finally said, his ass grinding against the dildo. “Fill me. Fill me. Fuck me. FUCK ME!”

“If that’s what the patient needs,” I said, pushing the dildo further into his hole, the base reaching his hairy hole and causing his back to arch. His pelvis started thrusting into the air, fucking Doctor Wade’s hand.

“Fuck,” Peter cried, his hands grabbing the sheets, his dick kicking in Doctor Wade’s grasp, pre-cum dripping out in a flood.

“I think the patient is accepting the procedure well,” Doctor Wade said, smiling at me. “We should take a sample to study.” He leaned forward and licked up Peter’s shaft, collecting the pre-cum on his tongue. “What a delicious sample.” He let go of Peter’s cock, his hand covered, and moved it to me. “Taste.”

I opened my mouth and he slowly stuck his finger into my mouth, running it over my tongue. I could taste Peter along with Doctor Wade. My cock was throbbing, unable to believe the scene I found myself in. “It’s incredible.”

“It’s all yours,” Peter said. “I’m all yours.”

“Make sure you’re really grinding the head against the prostate,” Doctor Wade told me, squeezing out more of Peter’s pre-cum on his hand, using it to slick up his dick. “You do leak a lot of cum.” He moved his cum-covered hand to his naked body and rubbed it over his own chest, covering him with Peter’s essence. “We need to make sure we can extract that cum as soon as possible and as many times as possible.”

“Absolutely.” I tilted the dildo, knowing where Peter’s prostate was having fucked against it so many times before. Just as with Dom, I knew Peter’s body well, and I knew how to control his body and fill every part of him with waves of pleasure. I slowly pulled the dildo out, watching it slide out of his hole, the hairs surrounding his hole clinging to the dildo, his legs shaking from the pressure I provided. “You like that?”

“I fucking love it,” Peter said, his chest heaving, sweat pouring from his body. I leaned forward and kissed the leg I held, holding it close to my face, watching as I caused his body to writhe.

“This is what you’ve wanted?” Doctor Wade asked. “This is what you needed?”

“It’s… everything,” Peter said. “I can feel it,” he moaned. “I can feel it. I can feel the poz cum. It’s filling me.”

“We need to get it out of you,” Doctor Wade told him, jerking his cock faster, Peter’s balls bouncing, slowly pulling into his body. “If you want to feel better, if you want to be a true poz man, you need to blow your first poz load.”

“Yes,” he said, looking at us both. “Please. It’s all I want. It’s what I need.”

I jerked the dildo into his ass, moving it against Peter’s prostate, milking him. Pre-cum continued leaking out of his cock, dripping over Doctor Wade’s hand and Peter’s balls, creating more lube for the dildo, pushing poz pre-cum into his body. “You’re filling your own body with poz cum,” I said, manipulating the dildo to send chills throughout his body.

“Fuck,” Peter cried, his body shaking, our grip on his legs tightening. “I’m cumming. I’m fucking cumming!”

“Do it,” Doctor Wade shouted, his grip tightening, his pumping faster, centralized on the head which was a dark purple. “Blow you first poz load you fucking slut.”

“FUCK!” Peter’s body lifted off the bed as cum shot out of his dick, sprayed high in the air, splattering over his poz body, mixing into his sweat and hair.

“Fuck,” Doctor Wade shouted, watching with wide eyes as Peter continued to cum, pooling over Peter’s stomach, covering Doctor Wade’s hand. A few shots splattered his body, Doctor Wade looking at me with wonder. “He’s incredible.”

“He’s a god,” I told him, leaning forward and taking Peter’s dick in my mouth, tasting the cum I’d loved before, knowing it was now toxic. It was still flowing out of him, filling my mouth.

“How’s it taste?” Doctor Wade asked.

“Potent,” I said, licking my lips. “Very potent.”

Doctor Wade smiled and leaned forward, grabbing my chin and bringing his lips to mine. We kissed, Peter’s poz cum moving between us as we tasted each other and the sweet nectar.

“I’d forgotten how incredibly hot you are,” Doctor Wade told me, grinning as I leaned forward, following after his lips.

“You too,” I said. I pulled the dildo out of Peter’s hole, admiring the ass juice covering the blue silicone.

Doctor Wade took the dildo out of my hand and admired it. “Mr. Flanagan, you were a good boy today. Your doctor is proud. How about a lollipop?”

Peter’s hand reached out and took the dildo, his orgasm and poz-confused brain unaware of what he was holding when he brought it to his mouth and licked the blue shaft.

“That’s a good patient,” Doctor Wade said. “That buildup of poz cum won’t bother you anymore.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” I told him, reaching over and grabbing Peter’s already hardening cock. “I think the patient could go again.”

“Then we should get to work,” Doctor Wade said. “This time, let’s take a more ‘invasive’ angle to the treatment.” Doctor Wade climbed off the bed, and I followed, Peter still admiring the dildo. “Pull his ass to the edge of the bed.”

I did as he said, Peter moaning as he filled his mouth with the dildo.

“Are you ready for another procedure?” Doctor Wade asked Peter.

Peter nodded, smiling. “Please, sir.”

“Then let’s get started,” Doctor Wade said, reaching down and scooping up the large puddle of cum collected on Peter’s stomach. “A doctor must be properly prepped.” He smeared the cum over his own ass, pushing deep into his hole, making sure his hungry ass was ready. “I believe you have a history of fucking this patient’s brains out.”

I smiled, nodding.

“Then let’s see how long it takes you to fuck his cum deep into my guts.” Doctor Wade crawled onto the bed and mounted Peter who was attempting to deepthroat the dildo. “Now, Mr. Flanagan, I believe a healthy dosage of sodomy should do the trick.” He grabbed Peter’s hard cock and slipped it between his cum-covered ass cheeks. “And I think a nice injection should help your body as it transforms.” He looked back at me and winked, Peter’s cock disappearing as it entered Doctor Wade’s hole.

Peter moaned around the dildo as he entered Doctor Wade’s body.

I collected some of the cum which had splattered on Peter’s legs and balls and slicked up my cock, There was still residual lube from the dildo and the cum which had dripped down to his ass, making his hole ready for the fucking.

“Are you ready?” I asked, lining my cock up with Peter’s hole, my head pressing into his puckered opening.

“Ready to begin,” Doctor Wade said.

I forced myself into Peter’s hole, finding him to be prepped and ready for me. While my cock was bigger than the dildo, I still found no resistance, his body loose and open.

“Fuck,” Peter and I shouted at the same time, my hands reaching forward and grabbing Doctor Wade’s shoulders, forcing him all the way down onto Peter’s cock. “Fuck,” they both shouted, Peter now thrown into a wave of confusion as his hole was filled, his prostate was hit, and his cock was enveloped in a warm embrace that welcomed him.

“The patient is accepting the procedure well,” Doctor Wade moaned, bouncing on Peter’s cock, his own hands playing with his nipples while Peter continued to suck on the dildo while his free hand pumped Doctor Wade’s stiff cock. “He’s doing very well.”

I gripped tight on Doctor Wade’s shoulders, Peter’s legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper into his body. Fuck, I had missed this hole. Fuck, I had missed Doctor Wade. Maybe Peter had the right idea. Maybe leaving all the secrecy behind so he could go out and live without fear of being discovered was the right way to go. It sure as fuck felt right as I fucked his ass, my mind spinning with the possibilities.

“I can feel it,” Doctor Wade said, a hand resting on his stomach. “I can feel you filling me with pre-cum. I can feel it. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, it’s incredible.”

“Don’t stop,” Peter told us, his conversion unleashing the pervert slut within him rather than weakening his strength. “Fuck me. Fucking take my hole.”

“We already have,” I told him, my fingers digging into Doctor Wade’s shoulders, my knuckles white as I fucked harder, my own orgasm on the horizon. These two men were incredible, their bodies pouring sweat as they gave into their animalistic passions, seeking out the only thing they knew would make them feel satisfied: poz cum.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I said, slamming into Peter’s ass harder, breathing in the stench of sex. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.”

“Do it,” Doctor Wade said, his head jostled around as he rode toward his own orgasm. “Complete the injection.”

“FUCK!” I shouted, slamming one last time into Peter’s hole, grinding against his prostate and starting the chain reaction. As I came, shooting my toxic cum into Peter’s guts, Peter’s toxic cock shot out his second load of poz cum deep into Doctor Wade’s hole, filling him full. As Peter’s toxic cum shot out of Doctor Wade’s packed hole, hitting his prostate, Doctor Wade’s cock erupted in Peter’s grasp, shooting cum all over Peter’s face and the blue dildo in his mouth.

“Fuck me!” Doctor Wade cried, his body shaking, Peter’s body struggling under his weight. Doctor Wade held his place over Peter’s body for a moment before Peter’s legs bucked him forward out of my grip. I tried to hold on, but my fingers lost their grip, creating scratches down Doctor Wade’s back. “Oh shit!” Doctor Wade fell forward onto Peter, their sweaty, cum-covered bodies writing together in the heat they created. “What the fuck was that?”

“I’m sorry,” I said, eyeing the cuts down his muscled back.

“Don’t be sorry,” Doctor Wade said, looking back at me. “That was incredible.” He looked down at Peter who was still filling the doctor’s hole with cum, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head from the intensified orgasm coursing throughout his body. “You’re amazing.” He leaned forward, pushing the blue dildo out of the way, and kissed Peter, Doctor Wade’s own cum covering their faces.

I scooped up some of Peter’s cum which was dripping out of Doctor Wade’s hole and drank it down, savoring the flavor which I knew to be male lust.

“Looks like I missed a good time,” Dom said, entering the room.

“It was nothing,” I told him, smiling, cum covering my face. “It was just a simple medical procedure.”

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I couldn't help myself with the medical lingo and scenario. I love medical porn, and I couldn't resist. 

Part 4 Tonight

Part 36 Saturday Night

1 hour ago, davescott1125 said:

I have pierced my scrotum and put needles through my nuts and quite enjoy the experience.

Is it the pain you like, or is there a different aspect? Is it the idea of possibly doing damage? I'm actually curious as I know guys who are similar. 

Hyperspermia is so fascinating. In my story on BZ "From Pastor to Pozzed Hole" the character Peter has hyperspermia because I find it to be SO HOT! the fact that a guy can cum so many times so quickly and not lose quantity is incredible. Wish I had it! 

1, 9, 6, 12, and 4.

In the end, I'll be anybody. 

I've always found older men (late 30s and up) to be the hottest. I've never found guys my age growing up to be hot. I can't wait to be considered a daddy, but I'll be a daddy fucking other daddies. 

There are few professional films that I find good. The acting is bad and takes me out of it, regardless of how hot it may look. Homemade vids are my choice. 

I am planning on continuing this series, I'm just struggling with part 4. As soon as I can, I'll get it up.

 

Any scenarios you'd like to see? 

13 hours ago, ijoey said:

of course, you know the moment my wife left for church I blew a huge load onto my chest reading this

This I know well. That's why I try for Sundays. 

3 hours ago, Ukbottomlad said:

thought it would be 35 as one before this was 34 but other then that love it 

Ha, yeah... I was a bit tired when I posted. I went back to check what part I was on and completely forgot Part 34 existed. Oh well. Never thought I'd make it to part 35. 

Part 34: Peter's Big Move

(Will’s Perspective)

“Harder,” I cried, my hands grasping Dom’s arms as he tightened his grip on my nipples, causing a surge of pain and pleasure to rush through my body. My hole tightened around his cock, milking him for his toxic load. “Oh, fuck!”

“What does my boy want?” Dom asked, twisting my nipples, causing my ass and lower back to lift off the bed, his dick nearly popping out.

“I want your load,” I moaned, my body overwhelmed by everything my body sensed. The pain from his twisting caused my nerves to fire off, mixing with the pain from his cock slamming into my hole. There was a chill from the sweat covering my body, but I was flushed, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. We’d been fucking for nearly two hours, both of us edging without cumming.

“Soon,” he said, smiling down at me. “You’ll get what you want.”

Several days had passed since we fucked at Peter’s house. We joked that if the cops showed up and searched for DNA, the house would light up with the amount of cum we left behind, Peter more than any of us. Ryan and Lewis left together, both filled with toxic cum waiting to turn their bodies into hazardous temptations for men.

“I can’t wait to see who I can get at church,” Lewis said, cum covering his face after I blew a load into his mouth.

“Be careful,” I told him, my hand scooping up my cum and dripping it into his mouth, his tongue lapping at my fingers. Having seen the type of young man he presented himself to be at school and at church, it was odd seeing him here in this state. While I could see him as the jock, the type of man who would go on and become an alpha-type, I was instead finding a man who wanted to be treated like a beta... or lower. “We’ve worked hard to keep this all a secret. You can’t be blowing it wide open being careless.”

“I know,” he said. He looked defeated for a moment and then smiled. “I wonder if anyone at school would want to fuck?”

“Other than Mr. Flanagan?”

“Another teacher?” he said. “Another student?”

“Don’t go crazy just yet,” I told him.

“Why?” he asked. “You did.”

As I watched Lewis leave with Ryan, I thought of what he said and realized that he was right. I had only known Dom for a short time when we fucked for the first time. We had had limited contact with each other, but we tore our clothes off as quickly as we could. Still, I knew how to keep everything a secret. While I could tell that Ryan was prepared to keep not only his desire to cock a secret but also the fact that he had just fucked his own father, it felt as if Lewis was a bit of a loose cannon. Sure, he had kept his relationship with Peter a secret, but everything that had taken place that night seemingly opened within him something I wasn’t sure we could contain.

I hadn’t heard much from Pastor Kline after he left early that night. I saw him in passing when I was in my office, but he didn’t say much. It almost seemed like he was trying to avoid eye contact with me.

While we had all been excited for our night at Peter’s house, it felt as if we left confused or on edge, unable to understand the ramifications of what we had just done. We had tried to convert not one but two new men, Peter’s own conversion still underway.

“That’s one wild man,” Jay said as we left. “It doesn’t surprise me now that Peter fucked a student. It’s like that guy is swallowing Viagra every hour, keeping a constant boner. The man is overwhelmingly horny. And that’s me saying that.”

Something crazy was in Peter’s eyes when we left. I couldn’t tell what it was, and he didn’t tell me much. Had we just made a huge mistake? Had we bitten off more than we could possibly chew? Had Dom created in us a hunger that we couldn’t contain safely? Was our secret ready to burst out?

“You okay?” Dom asked.

“Yeah,” I said, my mind rushing back to the pleasure I had shut out for a moment.

A sudden ringing caused us both to jump, Dom bottoming out in my hole, pressing into my prostate and causing me to shoot cum all over my chest and Dom’s hands which were still grasping my nipples.

“Just let it go to voicemail,” Dom said as I shimmed across the bed, reaching for my phone, keeping his dick still in my ass.

“It could be important,” I told him, thinking of Lewis and Peter and Pastor Kline. “It’s Doctor Wade.”

“What?” Dom asked, still fucking my ass hard.

“Hello?” I answered, still out of breath from my own orgasm.

“Will?” Doctor Wade’s voice carried over.

“Yeah, what’s up?” I asked.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” I said, smiling at Dom who was still fucking me. “I’ve got Dom’s cock shoved up my ass at the moment.”

“I see,” Doctor Wade said. “It’s been a while since I could say the same.”

“We’ll have you over soon,” I said, gasping for breath as Dom quickened his pace. “What’s up?”

“I need you to come to my office,” Doctor Wade said. “Right now.”

“Is something wrong?”

“Your friend is here,” he said. “Peter Flanagan.”

“Peter is at your office?” I said.

“What?” Dom said, his cock burrowed deep into my hole as he started cumming, his body shaking with each spurt of toxic cum.

“Just get here,” Doctor Wade said, ending the call.

I stared at Dom as he finished, both of us covered in cum and sweat.

“So,” Dom said, falling forward, stopping himself from crushing me. “I guess we’re just going to the doctor’s.

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“What’s happening?”

We entered Doctor Wade’s office which was now closed for the day. Dom and I had little time to clean ourselves, meaning there was still cum mixed into my chest hair and his cum was leaking out of my ass and into my underwear.

Doctor Wade lead us back through the halls which were now cast in darkness. “He showed up and said he knew you both. He explained everything to me, but he said I needed to get you here ASAP.”

“What’s wrong?” Dom asked.

Doctor Wade stopped, staring at us both. “You don’t know?”

“Know what?”

Doctor Wade smiled. “He’s converting.” He brought us to the room in which I had once been tested and then fucked Doctor Wade. While it had only been months since that had occurred, it felt as if years had passed. I was a changed man. We all were.

There, lying on the examination table, was Peter, wrapped in a blanket, shivering. He looked pale, though it wasn’t as bad as I or Pastor Kline had looked when we had converted. As he caught sight of us, he smiled.

“It worked,” he said, his voice slightly weak. “It finally worked.”

“It sure did,” Dom said, coming to his side. “Congrats, man. You’re one of us now.”

"I can't wait to start knocking some men up," Peter said, beaming. "My dick is aching for it."

“How did you get here?” I asked. “Has your wife seen you?”

Peter shook his head. “No, but that’s not the point.”

“Where does she think you are?”

“At a hotel,” he said.

We exchanged confused looks. “A hotel? Why?”

“Because I’m leaving her,” Peter said.

A silence hung in the air, all of us stunned and confused by what we were hearing.

“What?”

“I’m leaving her,” Peter said. “I told her two days ago when she got back.”

“What do you mean you’re leaving her?”

“I told her that I didn’t want to be with her anymore and that I was gay and needed dick and wanted to fuck every hole I could find, filling men up with all my cum.”

Dom looked at me, his eyes wide and mouth slightly open. I’d never seen him shocked to this extent before. I was sure my face looked the same.

“You told your wife that you’re gay?”

Peter nodded. “I told her that I’ve been fucking men and have loved every minute of it. It’s the life I want. I need it.”

"But does she know that you're converting?"

Peter shook his head.

"Does she know that you're trying?"

"Didn't get that far," Peter told us. "She started screaming right away, so I got out of there."

“Did you tell her about…” I started, my heart racing. I knew something felt wrong. Things were falling apart. I knew it couldn’t last. I really thought it was going to be Lewis who fucked us over, but it was Peter instead. I should have known. The man was an uncontrollable animal, ready to hump whatever stood still. 

“I didn’t tell her about you guys,” Peter said. “I just told her that I met some strangers at a bar and they brought me into their fuck-circle.”

“How did she react?”

Peter looked at me with an expression that could only mean “Are you fucking serious?” 

“I can’t believe you did that,” Dom said, sitting down in the chair next to the table. “That took some guts.”

“I just couldn’t live like that anymore,” Peter said. “When I was fucking Jay, all I could think about was fucking men like him for the rest of my life. I don’t want to be stuck with a woman who looks at what my cock can do as disgusting. I want men to worship my cum. I want men to beg for my cum.”

“And they will,” Doctor Wade said. “Peter told me about his hyperspermia. Sure, I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never seen it in person. He’s assured me a personal demonstration.”

“I still can’t believe you left your wife,” I said, my mind spinning. “What about your job? What are you going to do for money?”

“I have money,” Peter said. “I have some. It's not much. I have… I have…”

“He’s been coming in and out,” Doctor Wade said, checking Peter's vitals. “His conversion isn’t as bad as most, but it’s still kicking his ass. He really can’t be left alone at the hotel.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if his wife cancels his cards or freezes them,” Dom said. “I've fucked a few married men whose wives did that. She’s probably raging right now and will want to make him suffer. I don’t think the hotel room will be possible.”

“He can stay at my place,” Doctor Wade told them. “I have an extra room. I won’t be able to watch him much all the time, but I can give you a key so you can do it.”

“We’ll take shifts,” I said, watching as Peter stared at us, watching as we discussed his fate. I still couldn’t believe it. After all this time, after all our attempts to keep our secret, Peter had decided to dive into the life we all kept a secret. Sure, Dom was known by many for the type of fucker he was, but no one from the church knew. He still kept his persona. No one suspected me or Pastor Kline. My family had no clue Jay and I had fucked. No one knew about Ryan or Lewis. We had kept ourselves hidden well.

But not Peter. No. He wanted the full life. He was prepared to leave everything behind to pursue the kind of sexual freedom we all only dreamed of. Had we done this to him? Had we made him into this man? Had we corrupted him to this extent? Sure, he had fucked Lewis before we got to him, but would he have fucked other men if we hadn’t tempted him? Had we been the devil on his shoulder, pulling him to our side? Were we now responsible for whatever his life became moving forward?

I imagined Peter as an escort, people paying to see what his cock could do. Would men pay to his quantity of toxic cum? It was impressive. Maybe this life does fit him better. 

“I’ve got some tests running,” Doctor Wade told us. “I know he’s poz, but I still want to make sure everything is substantiated.”

“Sounds good,” Dom said.

“We should get him to your place,” I said, nodding to Doctor Wade.

“I’ll go get his things from the hotel,” Dom said.

Doctor Wade and I got Peter into Doctor Wade’s car who drove him while I followed behind in my car. Dom took Peter’s car to the hotel to pick up his things.

“I’ve never seen someone jump out of their old life like this,” Doctor Wade said as we carried Peter into Doctor Wade’s spare room. “I’ll admit, it’s kinda hot.”

“I shouldn’t be surprised,” I told him. “Peter fucked one of his male students and immediately jumped into chasing as quickly as he could once he found out we were poz.”

“Sounds like my kind of man,” Doctor Wade said, helping Peter onto the bed. “Wish I could have been a part of his conversion.”

“You still can,” Peter said, his hands trying to pull his clothing off.

“You sure you wouldn’t rather sleep?” I asked.

“I’m so horny,” Peter moaned, still trying to remove his clothing.

“I’ve never been a man unwilling to help another man,” Doctor Wade said. “I am a doctor after all. I’m here to serve.” He climbed onto the bed and pulled Peter’s shirt off, revealing his sweaty chest beneath. He leaned forward and kissed Peter, his hands running along his body. “Fuck, he’s incredible. I’ve always had a thing for married men.”

“Adultery is hot,” Peter told him, his hand grabbing the back of Doctor Wade’s head. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted. It’s why I got married. I just want to cheat on my wife and fuck men for the rest of my life.”

“I think we can help with that,” Doctor Wade said, looking back at me.

While a part of me was screaming to turn and walk away, to leave Peter on his own as he blew up his own life, the sight of the man converting, his changing body struggling against the toxic cum we dumped inside his body, I found myself getting hard.

“Help me with his pants,” Doctor Wade said, unbuckling the belt and undoing the button. I pulled his pants down, his boxers following. “So, Doctor Wade said, examining Peter’s cock which was starting to harden. “This is the gifted dick which will now create a flood of toxic cum.”

“You can’t believe it till you see it in action,” I told him, running my hands along Peter’s hairy legs.

“Then let’s get started.” Doctor Wade tore his clothing off, revealing his muscular body. He looked like a Greek god. “While I’m sure I’ll be getting an ass full of that cum soon,” he told Peter, running his hands along the sick man’s naked body, “you're a bit too weak to fuck me properly. Instead, I want a mouth full of it now. Understand?”

“You’ve got it,” Peter said, smiling.

“Will,” Doctor Wade said, “Check in that drawer over there for a blue dildo, and bring it over here. There should be some lube too.”

I did as he said and found the dildo and lube.

“I’m going to suck off your beautiful, toxic, married cock,” Doctor Wade told Peter, showing off his muscles for the shivering man. He reached down and started jacking Peter's cock, licking his lips as he watched the man get hard. “Will, I think, should be helping your cock along and see what kind of prostate pleasure we can manage. Are you up for that?”

“Fuck yes,” Peter cried. “It’s all I want.”

“That’s what a doctor loves to hear,” he said, glancing back at me. “Lube it up and shove it into his hole. Let’s milk him for everything he’s got.”

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Long time....

I've got a few sections left before I take another break. This one I had to split in two as it became too long. I'll post the second part next Sunday. 

Hope you enjoy Doctor Wade's return. He'll be sticking around this time. 

I love married men. Growing up, the men I was attracted to the most were married men, never guys my age. I'm still the same way now, wanting men who are usually older and married. There's something about seeing that wedding ring, knowing this man is breaking his promise. I like wearing the man's ring while he fucks me or I fuck him. 

I love hairy men. A hairy body traps in a man's musk. I've only ever shaved my pubes off twice, and the itch was unbelievable. I swore to never shave again. While I'm not the hairiest (though I do have chest and abdominal hair) I do love keeping my pubes untouched as a sign of masculinity as it is the hairiest part of my body. The smell can be strong, but it almost makes me high the smell. Sends me back to the smell of my dorm. When I find a man gifted with hair, I make sure to let him know how much he turns me on. 

We get harder every time you post. Love your twisted mind and the twisted sex you're bringing us. 

I use the bathroom. Sorry. I'm sure that's not the exciting answer you'd hoped for. 

There was a guy I knew in college who peed in Gatorade bottles, but he didn't tell us at first. I almost drank one, not paying attention to the color. From that point on, I didn't want to accept any drink he'd offer. That was years ago...

Every man is different. I know one guy who has to stop jerking off for a few days before having sex so he could perform/feel in the mood.

For myself, it varies on the situation, how I feel physically/mentally, even the time of year. There are days when I could jerk off 3-4 times a day for several days and not feel myself losing any sexual motivation/desire.

If you want to cum a ton, then wait. If you want to hype yourself up, starving yourself of any sexual pleasure could help or it could hurt. Does it boost you up when you don't cum or does it weaken your desire? 

I've already determined that if I have a son, I won't have him circumcised. 

When it comes to hygiene, it just takes the discipline to clean properly. You teach men to keep clean. That's all you need to do. Yes, there are some medical issues that require men to be cut, but they are rare instances. 

Personally, I am cut, and I wish I wasn't. Something was taken from me without my permission. I wish I could have it back. 

Part 34: What Men Want (The Final Part of the Fuck Night)

(Peter’s Perspective)

“He doesn’t know?”

“No,” Jay said. “And he isn’t going to find out.”

“So, he thinks it was your boyfriend?”

Jay nodded.

The revelation of this secret has my mind racing. Will had told me what had happened between him and Jay, how Jay had sabotaged his condom, ensuring Will’s toxic cum will fill his body, and while I could see that it had felt to Will to be a breaking of trust, Jay’s manipulation of the situation got me hard. Weren’t we all like Jay? Weren’t we all hypnotized by the darkest parts of ourselves, doing as our devil on the shoulder told us? Jay knew what he wanted, so he did what he had to do to get it. He wanted to get closer to Will, to what Will had become, and he decided to do what he had to do in order to bridge the gap between them. He wanted to be poz, this new perversion of sex now within his grasp, so he did the only thing he could do. Will believed he had dodged pozzing his brother, but it had been all a lie.

Looking at Jay, my cock jumped. He was such a fucking hot man. “Why lie to him?”

“Because I needed him to talk to me,” Jay said. “I didn’t want to lose my brother again, not now when we’d finally been able to get close.”

“And by that, you mean getting your brother to fuck you.”

“Like you wouldn’t if you could?”

I smiled.

Jay sighed. “I know what I did went too far, but isn’t that what we’re all doing? I mean, come on, you just fucked me in the bed you share with your wife.”

Jay was right. I knew he was right. We were all racing over the line of what was considered morally good, decent, acceptable. Will was still pretending to be the picture of religious perfection along with Pastor Kline who was getting fucked by his own son. Jay had tricked his own brother into pozzing him and then lied about it. Dom had taken a pure man and tainted him… he had done that with all of us. And me, I fucked a student, both of my pastors, and have had so many shots of toxic cum shot into my body that I should have been drowning in it. All of us, if anyone knew the truth, would be run out of town immediately.

“Are you going to tell him?”

“It’s not my secret to tell,” I told him. “I’ve got my own secrets to keep.”

I looked around the room, eyeing the broken wedding photo, the bed in which my wife and I had not had sex in for years but in which I had just fucked a poz man, and Jay who did what he had to do in order to keep Will in his life. I looked at everything that surrounded me, and I felt strange. There were seven men in my house, including me, who were either poz or trying to convert, all fucking their brains out. Never had I thought I could do something like this. And yet, here I was, desecrating my marital bed… and I loved it.

I thought back to the moment in my office when I could have let Lewis go, allowing him and me to continue on with your lives, unhindered. But that’s what you’re doing, I realized. Once we’re pozzed, we will truly be unhindered. We’re shaking off the constrictions, the weights holding us down, stifling our truest desires for men, sex, and toxic cum. It’s what we want. It’s what I want.

“I want to leave my wife,” I said.

“What?” Jay stared at me with a look of shock, as if what he had just told me about Will wasn’t the more surprising of our statements.

“We don’t love each other anymore,” I told him. “She just puts up with me. I try to stand her. She hates me touching her. She doesn’t want to fuck. She thinks my hyperspermia is disgusting when everyone here knows it’s a gift. It is a gift. If it wasn’t for that, I would have kids dragging me down, tying me to her forever. I’m not tied to her forever.”

“You really want to leave her?”

I stared at Jay, a smile filling my face. “Yeah. I do. I want what you have. I want freedom. I want to drive around the country and fuck as many guys as I can, filling them up with my toxic cum, converting as many men as I can along the way. I don’t want to be the perfect husband anymore. I don’t want to hide my perverted side when I love that side of me. I want an arm like Dom, filled with the marks of men I’ve knocked up.”

“Don’t get carried away,” Jay said. “I know that’s ironic coming from me, but you need to think about this. You’d be blowing up your whole life.”

“Good,” I shouted. “I want to. I want to blow the whole thing up. I want to spend the rest of my life fucking who I want to fuck. I want to get a huge biohazard tattoo on my body, letting everyone know what type of man I am.”

Jay was silent.

After a moment, the rush started to diminish, and I found myself realizing everything I had just said. Was I really going to do all that? What I going to end my life in order to start a new one? The idea made my head spin. Actually, my head was hurting. And was it getting hotter?

"I'm ready," I told Jay. "Fuck whatever was before I fucked Lewis. All I care about is what I've got brewing inside me now. Speaking of which." I pushed Jay down on the bed, grabbing his cock and jacking it off. 

"Eager man," Jay said, his hands reaching up and running down the sides of my increasingly warm body. "Want this poz slut to fill you up?"

"All the way," I told him, straddling his body and grabbing his dick. I lowered myself down, waiting for his cock head to press against my hole. "Fuck my prostate, and I promise to shoot the biggest load you've ever seen over your whole body."

Jay smiled. "Now that's something I'd like to see."

"My pleasure." My hole opened and Jay jammed his cock into my body, the thickness threatening to tear me wide open. With pleasure, I thought. With pleasure.

 

(Will’s Perspective)

“Fuck,” Lewis moaned, his one hand cupping his balls while his other twisted his nipple. “Fuck me harder.”

I slammed my dick into his hole, feeling Dom’s cum sloshing around in his guts. Having known Lewis for all these years, never in my mind would I have thought of him as being this horny. Yes, he was a young man filled with crazy hormones, but he was revealing to me just how sex-crazed he was. He moaned loudly, his hands reaching all over his body to twist, pinch, cup, and rub whatever he could to heighten his sense of arousal. Clearly he wasn’t going to be a top or even versatile. He liked having his hole stuffed full with toxic meat, threatening to rip open with each thrust. His body was the type to use until it was worn out. I knew men would love using him. He also didn’t seem like he’d be the alpha in whatever relationship he was going to end up in. I knew some men submitted themselves to others in master/slave scenarios, and I could see Lewis doing the same, giving himself up to a man better than himself. The thought caused my cock to jump.

“Are you a horny little slut?”

“Yes,” he said, relinquishing his nipple and grabbing his cock, pumping hard. “A huge slut.”

“A slut fucking his teacher,” I said, imagining the scene as Peter had described it. “I bet you’d open your hole to every guy at school if you could.”

“All of them,” he said.

“You’d get on your knees in the locker room and suck off all your teammates.”

“All of them,” he said. “I’d suck down every drop.”

“All the teachers, too?”

“All the men,” he joked. “I’d fuck them all for good grades. Fuck it, bad grades too.”

“How about all the men at church?” I reached forward and grabbed his nipples, twisting, causing his body to shudder.

“All of them,” he cried. “Line them up at the front. Fuck me on an altar.”

“Once you’re poz,” I said, listening to his panting, knowing he’d be cumming soon, “you’ll be whoring yourself out to every man you find.”

“Every man in my dorm.”

“I bet you’d even fuck your father,” I added.

Lewis’s eyes opened, looking frightened for a moment before filling with lust. Never had he thought of fucking his father, but the thought was now in his head. After seeing Ryan fuck his own father, I think we all had it in our minds. Isn’t that one of the draws to Pastor Kline, I questioned, thinking back to when I saw my father’s face in place of his. Did I even want to fuck my father? Wasn’t fucking my brother enough? Doesn’t matter, I thought, my pace quickening, obliterating the young man’s insides as Dom had. I’ll never fuck my father.

“I’m cumming,” Lewis said, his hand nearly ripping his cock off as he jerked out a thick load of cum which splattered over his chest. His hand over his balls squeezed tight, as if he was juicing himself for all the cum possible.

Staring down at the young man, I wondered what his parents would say if they knew all chances of him being a respectable man with a wife and kids was being relinquished to the very men they trusted to guide him. I thought of all of us, all of us who looked one way to the world but were toxic on the inside, giving ourselves up to Dom and the tally marks on his arms. I looked down at my tattoo, my biohazard symbol over my heart, knowing it was what I wanted more than anything. It was who I was now, and I relished bringing Lewis into the world of depravity.

“Are you ready?” I moaned, my balls rising into my body.

“Do it,” Lewis said. “Breed me. Breed me deep in my slutty hole.”

I scooped up his cum on his chest and smeared it over my tattoo, mixing it into my chest hair. “Look at me,” I told Lewis. “I’m your future. This is what you’ll become after tonight.”

“Please,” he cried, “make me like you. Make me in your image.”

I slammed my cock hard into his ass, pumping my toxic cum into his waiting guts. Lewis arched his back, his body shuddering, the force of my dick across his prostate causing him to cum hands-free.

“I’m filling you up,” I said, admiring his hungry eyes. “You like getting filled, don’t you?”

“It’s all I want,” he said, his breathing labored.

“What’ll you do when you’re pozzed?” I asked, my cock slipping out of his hole. “Don’t let that leak out.”

“I know,” he said, his hole keeping my valuable cum inside him. “I won’t let it drip out.”

“You’re learning.”

He smiled. “Maybe I’ll be like you,” he said.

“Like me?”

“Maybe I’ll be a pastor, looking all innocent on the outside, and I’ll be able to fuck men in the church without anyone suspecting.”

“Thinking big,” I said. “Though, I’ll warn you, it isn’t easy finding men to fuck.”

“You found us.”

“We got lucky,” I told him. I leaned down and kissed him. I swore I could taste Dom’s cock on his lips. “And I’m happy we did.”

 

(Pastor Kline’s Perspective)

August 1972

“And this, Mark, will be your room.”

I followed my RA into the room, looking over the two beds, the two desks, two of everything. “Looks good,” I said, dropping my bag on the floor.

“Freshman rooms are small, especially with two guys living here.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m looking forward to a roommate.” What this guy didn’t know was that I had truly been looking forward to this moment. It had become a fantasy of mine, though it had been kept a secret from everyone. There was no way anyone would know that I was gay. It was even something I suppressed to myself. Though I was a bit afraid of rooming with another guy, possibly popping a boner in front of him, unable to control myself, the possibility of having sex for the first time with him also excited me. I hadn’t met the guy yet, but I was still excited.

“Actually,” the RA said, checking his sheet, “looks like we’ve got an odd number of freshmen in this strip. You’re rooming alone. Lucky you.”

“Yeah,” I said, feeling my excitement diminish. It wasn’t easy being gay, even in 1972, especially at a religious school. I was studying to be a pastor, my father’s choice. That’s what I get for hoping, I thought. I knew it had been a long shot. There was never any chance of getting my roommate to fall for me, to do what everyone knew was so abhorrent. I’ll never know, I realized. I’ll only ever have my right hand.

“Funny,” the RA said, breaking me from my wallowing. “I’ve never seen anyone so upset that they aren’t getting a roommate.”

“I was just looking forward to having someone else,” I told him. “You know, a new place. A new time of life. I just wanted someone I could lean on.”

“Well, you aren’t alone,” the RA said. “There are a ton of guys here.”

“I guess,” I thought. Admittedly, that thought did give me some hope. Maybe I wasn’t the only one here. Maybe I’d find someone like me, someone who didn’t “fit in” like everyone else. How I’d find this out, I didn’t know. I didn’t want to make it obvious and get myself beaten up and kicked out.

“Plus,” he said, “I’m here for whatever you need.” He reached out a hand which grabbed my shoulder and squeezed slightly. “Just ask.” He smiled.

Am I crazy, I wondered, staring into his eyes, admiring the beauty of his face, of his voice. Was he lingering? Was he trying to tell me something?

“Thanks,” I finally said.

“No problem.” He lowered his hand and started walking out.

Fuck, I thought. Even his butt looks incredible.

“Oh, by the way,” he said, turning back. “I’m Ben.”

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