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OMG, this one... Having my current partner's anus as my playground, has been my fantasy for years since we were friends and now I can fulfill it completely! He loves and trusts me, so, we progressed such as in 2022 my index finger inside, hurt him. Now he takes my dick easily, or 4 fingers all the way, for the thumb we must still work on it but we have a lifetime for us! I want him to learn to use his ass hole to hold objects (even food) and push them in/out - fisting would be the most intense connection! But I am quite scared about "very loose hole" yes it would be exciting as you bend the guy over the desk or wherever, and just slide in. But I heard a guy here last year (he's no longer on this site as he deleted account), who said he actually has a very loose hole but he has to keep absorbent material on his underwear very often, as sometimes when he sneezes or laughs aloud, when muscles are contracted and relaxed suddenly, body discards may come out from a no longer fully controllable anal cavity, so it creates awkward situations. This would not like to be the life I want for my man; weak muscles can give lot of sexual pleasure with less resistance but then? Anyways my best horny satisfaction would be when I manage to have him eat a banana with his hole and push it back to me.

Threaten her to call the cops, such an asshole woman needs to be kicked in the ass! "I'm his mother", if he's no longer a minor she should no longer interfer. Let me say, after Covid, medical scene has become more and more difficult - even patients (or their relatives) making physical violence to doctors and nurses and many social network based groups regarding bad health/justice, are inducing all this. I'm not in the medical environment but in tech, and I see the worst of the worst. If a parent does not trust science and medicine, their child is a slave

If he's not a minor, the mother should be sent away - "do your business, madam, leave him alone for a moment"... I had my best friend (now boyfriend) with me when I was tested 10 years ago but medical support has been very important. A doctor who told me the truth, told me that it's no longer a death sentence, meds stuff... And gave me the names of HIV-related support groups and psycho-therapy. I actually got depressed then, but this is not automatic it depends on the background (familiar, social). Most important: do NOT make him perceive you're anxious yourself. Be firm, be practical, empathy must not mean anxiety otherwise reaction might be stronger "if doctor in front of me is scared, why shouldn't I be?" If you feel to hug him, just do it; but... Being him ill with opportunistic infection means one thing only: he's been poz for many, many years, never tested! And this might also be a consequence of a too nosy and judgmental mother who thinks to do the guy's own good, causing bad things, then. I have no words for such a mother.

he deserves to get rid of his unhappy married life this one triggers me as... I am partnered with a formerly unhappy married guy.

Oh, damn it! Hope there will be a follow-up (with main character being pozzed up and owned)

So, you're back! Pleased to follow it again!

I wonder how this author is - I haven't seen him around for long time! And last time I had news about a disappeared guy, it was because ☠️⚰️⚱️🧟‍♂️ Hope you're well!

Fuck, you're pushing my virus forwards! He wants to talk on the other side of the world

It can't be "normalized" as the risk of abuse and insane relationships is very high - IMHO, at least. - Hetero incest: if a pregnancy happens, the girl/woman should interrupt it otherwise the baby could come out with very serious disabilities. - gay/lesbian incest: could be, as there are not pregnancies involved but then? If someone ever creates a law about this, the usual screamers would say "why homo yes and hetero no?" - abuses: if sex among family members could become legal, parents might abuse of children... It already happens. Read about that German man called Joseph Fritzl he enslaved his daughter for 24 hours and had 7 children from her. Or, if a consensual relationship between family member could be accepted, the risk of insane relationships is high: what if a father with a son/brother, a brother with a sister and so on... have an affectionate/sexual relationship, then jealousy might come if one goes to search for sex outside. Father guiding gay son into sexuality (and something else...) is among things that turn me on, I'm the first who would have liked to have sex with my twin sister when I was a teen but then reality hits with all consequence so, the usual conversation comes, about the difference between fantasy and desire.

Sorry but chapter 4 is being delayed - if I posted it today I think moderators would have given me an infraction because it was sooooo rude! "It's not me guys, it's Mr. President." This is an author's destiny: write something and flush it down the toilet (even physically) several times.

This club seduces even the most reluctant prep-only boy!!! When a naive neg is pulled into a crowd of 30 poz horny guys who suck, lick and touch him everywhere... And after a horny movie...

Wtf! When two people are monogamous and both have opposite opinion on the subject...

Governments all over the world decided that porn and sex-related websites are for 18 years old, and more. That's legal age but I honestly feel there are lots of kids around despite their legal age is much much beyond 18. Am I rude? Maybe, but I honestly can't stand this behaviour anymore - ask other people to expose your true self because you have no courage to face it yourself. Have you the idea of how you make your girl suffer? No? I know this trick: when things permanently crash, the balls-missing man says "it is not me, it's the other man who forced me". You're a fucking adult, take your own responsibilities in hand and (at least) break this false relationship, allow that poor girl to find someone who really loves and wants her.

Know it, you always make me so fucking horny! Welcome back!

Chapter 3. First discovery Bugdom, 2050 Boy's perspective "Do what I say or I'll lock you into the cage", this was what dad always told me whenever I protested for something; no idea whether or not "the cage" existed but latest couple years I started putting everything together: early in the morning I've always heard metal wheels moving from the forbidden room, just next to our balcony and, overall, a terrible smell came from there. "I'm just throwing rubbish away", mom explained although she never let me take a look at the bucket she was pulling. The stink made me assume they were animal body discards, so, where was the beast? Our house had no pets. "Sooner or later I'll discover", I promised myself, without ever having the chance to watch further. My 18th birthday morning wasn't different, except for my parents moving around the house fully naked! I had no longer need to secretly spy on them, their bodies on full display and I was the only to feel uncomfortable about my nudity. "Take your pill and then I'll shave you", my father commanded but my eyes were all for mom. She's always been a shy lady, very serious with no interest for appearance I could never guess she was tattooed! I grabbed my tea cup with a hand, the pill with the other but before swallowing it as I've done everyday, I asked what it was, no longer believing the story of vitamins I bought for my whole childhood. "You're an adult and have to know it all now. It's called Prep", mom replied ignoring dad's blaming gaze. "It's a pre-exposure treatment." "Exposure to radiations I guess", was my answer; I heard from dad about a devastating nuclear conflict years before I existed, and all I knew about radiations was they persisted for decades and were dangerous. Mom shook her head "no" but dad firmly talked in her place: "yeah, radioactive air and people. You must take this pill or your life is in danger! Trust your father! Or..." He opened a drawer from a cabinet next to him and extracted a set of keys, shaking them in front of my face. "The cage", I said again and he closed the keys in their place once again. He didn't take his gaze off me until I took my daily pill and, as soon as mom took her usual mysterious bucket from the balcony, I finally asked: "dad, you know what mom's tattoos mean?" "My little horny boy", he smiled. Every trace of anger faded away. "Good tastes you're developing. Sharon's breasts are..." "Scary", I interrupted him, "why scorpions? Two scorpions with a tail, stinger pointing down... Milk comes from that source, right?" "Toxic milk", he patted on my head while talking and I felt sorry for the first time. "Mom is a radiation victim I suppose, and she wants to witness it to the world"... He grinned mischievously to me, his lips too close to my ears; "now come little boy, I need to get you ready". Hand in hand, we reached the bathroom and my father locked the door. It was clear the room had been cleaned but it wasn't possible mom did such an accurate job, someone else might be there I had understood it and did not dare asking. Dad invited me to watch myself at the mirror: I was a young, tall, hairy man. Or at least I considered myself a man, inevitable to compare myself to dad. "Say goodbye to your fake manhood", he commanded; "this fur doesn't belong here." Without talking any more, his strong hot hands began massaging me and I suddenly began feeling the sensation I experienced during the night. "Oh", dad gasped, "I think we're going to have a proper goodbye!" To my surprise, he placed the electric razor over a shelf without even turning it on and knelt down in front of me. "It's time to explain you how this should work", he smiled taking my organ in hand. No one told me what it was meant for, I only knew some kinds of fluid came down from there and I wondered why the yellow had to be discarded while the white was precious. "Unlucky boy", he looked at me sadly; "I wish you could grow up in a better world without all these limits..." "I have limits", I almost cried; "and don't know why." "Me and mom are protons, boy, you're an electron! I can't tell you further at the moment." I stayed in silence for a while, hearing steps outside; mom was talking to someone... were they a boy, a girl, since when have we had servants? I pretended nothing and tried to focus on dad's hand, gripping my organ firmly. "I'd like to become a proton like you, if this overcomes limits", I talked nonchalantly while his face was coming closer and closer to mine. "Step by step, Eli. Being converted to proton is a huge responsibility and you're not ready yet." [to be continued]

Chapter 2. Regrets and birthdays Father's perspective What a sleepless night, remembering and regretting latest 20 years of my life: people I cared about the most were the ones disappointing me in the worst way! Or was it me, my head kept on spinning while I thought about what was happening in a few hours: my son turning 18 and that meant the end of the comfort zone I raised him into. I loved my boy as much as his mother, Sharon was the first person I pozzed up but the truth of our mistakes came out all at once and we had to face it all alone. "Damned President", she almost cried; "if he ever claims our boy..." "Mr. President's definitely an asshole, but don't accuse him of your failures", I replied even angrier. "All this mess is your fault! You gave birth to a useless negative! An electron, and the State will soon own him!" She reminded me about her decision not to register little Elias into the United State of Europe's database but my regret just increased: I should have let her breastfeed him, allowing the virus to pass through milk but I refused at that time, assuming Elias could make his choice once grown up and aware of everything. If we only knew President's real intentions back in 2029! When Bugdom town was founded I was so intrigued about a place where poz people could live without trouble: no stigma, no judgements, sex freedom without gender, race or orientation limit. All we liked had to be done, according to the campaign. And negs had no right to interact with us, unless they wanted a pozzing. Little we knew about the hidden condition as no one officially advertised it: "if neg kids were born from a poz couple, the State will raise them and at their 18th birthday a decade in the army is mandatory". At first I smiled: with 40 millions viral load in our blood, a neg baby was impossible, I thought. Until it actually happened! Sharon and I were discussing about this when we heard sounds coming from outside our door: can't be Elias, we were sure he was sleeping! So I got up from bed and, without bothering to get dressed, I grabbed my gun. I'm a cop, nothing scares me! But in a few seconds, sounds stopped. It was just an impression! Morning finally came and we drank a strong coffee, to overcome our exhaustion; Elias's 18th birthday had arrived and I had to wake him up, but the wall calendar gave me another news: Mr. President was turning 100 years old and he organized a ceremony which everyone was obliged to join. Sharon prepared our boy's breakfast with his daily pill next to his tea cup and I slowly approached his room's door. Pulling the handle caused a slight squeaking sound and I heard my son moving on his bed. "Wake up", I told him moving closer; "and happy birthday my love!" "Thanks dad", he said, his head pressed against the pillow. His young, slim body was lying on a side, out of the covers. Naked, with his ass facing me! I closed the room's door and sat next to him, my hand few centimeters from his ass cheeks. "You look upset, little Eli, what's the matter?" "I have... I don't know its name but take a look..." His hand pointing to the sheet, I immediately noticed the cum stain and smiled: "boy, there are many things I have to teach you from this moment on; but first, let's have breakfast then we listen to the president's speech." "I wasted the life generator, again, I know I shouldn't..." "That's useless neg cum", I wanted to say, but kept quiet not to take many steps in little time. So sweet and naive, my little Elias; I grabbed his arms and turned him around, on his back. His hairy chest and legs didn't fit well with his boyish innocence, so I caressed him gently. "All this fur must go away", I told him and ignored his protests. "I'll shave you completely and then..." "You promised that I became a man at 18! And I could talk about sex! But men have hair..." "Shut up", I commanded; "do what I say or you'll end up in the cage." [to be continued]