Scout

You are a lucky guy!

Glad to learn there are so many other closeted, married gay men who fantasize about coming out with/to their wives. This is the basis for most of my stories here. Sometimes I imagine my wife would be encouraging, but I also get turned on by the idea that she would reject me.

“That was some party last night, huh?” my wife Beth said. “I saw you leave with Eric. Tell me what happened.” She looked at me intently. I knew I would tell her everything. * * * It had been her idea to dress me as a woman for the Halloween party the night before. She had suggested it a couple of weeks earlier. She had often said I was kind of pretty rather than handsome. I agreed to her idea, but I certainly didn’t appreciate just how far she would go. We had spent hours preparing for the party. She had made me shave my body hair, plucked my eyebrows, used bright red polish on my finger nails, and then spent a long time doing my makeup. She even told me use an enema, “just in case you meet some guy you really like,” as she put it. She dressed me in a garter belt and black stockings, high heels she bought in my size, and a bra which she filled with silicon falsies. When she saw that I had an erection in her black lace panties, she simply said she would take care of the bulge, and she taped my cock back against my abdomen. Then I slipped on a short, tight black dress. She gave me some of her jewelry to wear, including her fake diamond rings, and dabbed some of her perfume on my wrists and behind my ears. Last came a shoulder-length, dark brunette wig. When we were done, I stood in front of a mirror. I was amazed at the transformation: I really looked like an attractive woman. My whole body tingled with excitement. “Wow!” Beth exclaimed. “Andy, you are one hot-looking babe. You could easily pass as a woman. You need a cute woman’s name. We’ll call you Robin tonight at the party.” I thought it odd that she chose the name of my former girlfriend but I didn’t say anything. I felt my face get warm and saw myself blush in the mirror. I began to have second thoughts and told her I didn’t think I could go through with it, but she dismissed my doubts. “We’re just going to a Halloween party, Robin. People always cross boundaries at these things. Just go with it.” And I did. I was very nervous at first. About half the people were in costume, and I wasn’t the only one cross-dressing. That helped me relax. A couple of guys gave me drinks and I started to loosen up and flirt with them, using gestures I had often seen my wife use when she was teasing men. It all seemed like harmless fun. I had no intention of letting it go beyond that until I met Eric, a friend of Beth’s from work. She had mentioned him as a very handsome gay man. I saw them talking and looking at me, and then she signaled me to come over. He was absolutely gorgeous! He had an amazing physique, which he showed off in a tight tank top and short-shorts. I noticed a cute rope tattoo on his right bicep. My mouth was strangely dry. My cock strained against the tape. I wasn’t sure what was happening to me. “Eric, meet my friend Robin,” Beth said. “I’ve been telling you about her. She’s on the shy side but really sweet once you get to know her.” She winked at him and then went across the room to speak with her friend Mark, an ex-boyfriend that she still slept with on the side. Eric took me by the hand and led me to a quiet corner. He told me how pretty I was and how much he liked my perfume. I couldn’t understand why I found his words so exciting, but I was secretly thrilled that he found me attractive. Then he leaned close, put his arm around my waist, and kissed and licked my neck. Then he breathed on the wet spot. My whole body trembled. I looked for Beth, but she was on the far side of the room, slow-dancing with Mark. “Why don’t we split and go back to my place?” Eric whispered in my ear. “I’d love that,” I replied, still stimulated by the thought that he found me desirable and dizzy with a sexual desire I couldn’t really understand. He called a car and we got into the back seat. On the ride to his place, he stroked the inside of my thigh. I turned toward him and his lips found mine. It was the first time I had kissed a man. I was surprised by how natural it felt and how much I liked it. What was happening to me? When we reached his building, Eric led me inside by the hand. We rode the elevator to his floor, his hand stroking my butt. I enjoyed the sensation. Once inside his apartment, he embraced me and we started to kiss, much more passionately. I was aware of the physical difference between us and how I really felt like the female half of a couple. Even in my heels, he was at least three inches taller than me. I am slender and his body seemed much more masculine than mine. After a few minutes, Eric guided me into his living room, where he sat on a chair and spread his legs. I kneeled in front of him, and unfastened his shorts. He lifted his hips and I slid his shorts and briefs down and off. I looked up and saw his cock, long and veiny, inches from my face. It seemed natural to grasp it in my hands, which looked so feminine with my wife’s sparkling rings and my red nails. I stroked his cock gently for a couple of minutes, then looked into Eric’s blue eyes. I knew what he wanted. I wanted it, too. I leaned forward and licked the silky-smooth head of his dick, glistening with his precum. It was delicious! Now I understood why Beth loved sucking cock, mine and other guys’. I ran my tongue along the shaft and then around his balls. Finally, I began to take Eric’s dick into my mouth, gently and slowly, and was rewarded with a loud moan. His hands found my head, his grip gentle. “First time you sucked a man’s cock?” he asked. “Mm-hmm,” I murmured, not stopping. “I think you’re a natural,” he said. My heart skipped a beat. I continued to suck him, pumping him firmly but gently, the way I liked Beth to do it. I had to pause when he hit the back of my throat and I gagged, but he understood. I resumed and started to go faster, pausing at times to take his balls in my mouth. Eric couldn’t restrain himself as he thrust into my mouth. Eager to swallow his load, I thought he was about to cum. But he stopped me and pulled my mouth off him. I looked up at him, puzzled. “I have something else in mind, Robin. Let’s go into my bedroom.” Once there, Eric, unzipped my dress in back and I let it slip off my shoulders to the floor. He slid his fingers into the waist of my panties and pulled them down, too. Then he carefully removed the tape from my cock, which sprung forward. He didn’t remove my bra or my garter belt, stockings, and heels. In my head space, I was still pretending to be a woman. Eric kicked off his shoes and then pulled his tank top over his head. That’s when I saw it: the poison symbol tattoo on his lower abdomen. He saw me staring at it. “You know what this means?” I nodded. “I can use a rubber, if you prefer. But we’ll both enjoy this more if I’m uncovered.” I knew I wasn’t thinking clearly. I was too caught up in the moment. “Will you stop if I ask you to?” “Of course,” he answered. “Let’s start without a condom.” He smiled broadly. I lay down on my back with my head on the pillow, the hair on my wig brushing against my cheeks. It was a very demine sensation. Eric lay on top of me. I loved feeling his masculine bulk pressing me into the mattress. As we resumed kissing, I ran my hands over his muscular arms, back and shoulders, incredibly turned on by his strength. Our cocks rubbed together, his longer and thicker than mine. Then he slid down the bed and pushed my legs up and apart. I felt his tongue on my butt hole, then it wormed its way inside me. I felt my entire body quiver with wonderful, new sensations. Suddenly I was very glad Beth had made me clean myself out. How could she have known? Eric paused to reach for some lube, which he spread on his fingers and then applied to my ass. I felt him penetrate me, first with one finger, next a second, then a third. His touch was gentle, warm and pleasurable. After stretching me for a couple of minutes, he moved his body up and pointed his cock at my hole. I reached down and guided the tip until it met my flesh and then slid into me, slowly. It seemed strange to be doing to another man what my wife had done so often to me. But it also felt very natural, like this was what I should always have been doing. At first my ass resisted and I felt a burning sensation. I worried that I wouldn’t be able to take such a thick cock. Eric saw me wince. “Just relax and push back, Robin,” he said softly. All of a sudden, my ass opened to welcome the intruder, and I felt a kind of rippling sensation as my sphincter accepted penetration. I gasped at the intense pleasure, which only grew stronger as Eric went deeper. He must’ve hit my prostate because it felt amazing, incredible. I never wanted the feeling to end. Soon Eric was buried deep, so deep, inside me, his balls resting against my butt cheeks. He kissed me, our tongues dancing together. “Oh, god, Robin,” he said. “You are so tight and warm. Do you like it?” “I love it!” I replied. “I love being fucked. I can’t believe what I’ve been missing.” Eric smiled. “Well, honey, you don’t have to miss it anymore.” He started to move in and out, propping himself on his arms. I rested my legs on his shoulders. I thought my tights and heels looked cute. When I gripped his powerful forearms with my dainty hands, I felt very, well, female, but also something else – I knew the female part was pretend, a fantasy, but the pleasure came from being a man being fucked in the ass by a stronger, more masculine man. I knew in that instant that I was meant to be a bottom. Eric picked up the pace, with long, deep thrusts. I looked at his face, lost in his own pleasure. I could sense his building orgasm. He paused. “I’m gonna cum soon. Should I pull out? Tell me now, baby, before it’s too late.” The moment of decision. I knew what he wanted. I also wanted it. No, I needed it. Besides, weird as it seemed, somewhere inside me, I knew I would have to tell Beth that I had made him pull out, and she would be pissed and disappointed. I couldn’t face her disapproval. “Cum inside me, Eric. I don’t care if you’re positive. I want you to cum inside me.” He smiled and kissed me deeply. Then he resumed pounding my ass, his balls slapping loudly against my ass cheeks. Deep grunts escaped his throat. Such a sexy sound, a man rutting in heat, about to deposit his seed in his bitch. Me. One final grunt, a pause, and then rapid deep thrusts. I could feel the ribbons of his toxic cum with each pulse. So much wetness inside me! Eric collapsed on top of me, breathing very hard. I turned my head, our lips met again, and his tongue invaded my mouth. In a few minutes, he drifted off to sleep, still inside me. My fingers stroked his hair and back. Then I was overcome with a wave of doubt and fear. I had been reckless, caught up in our passion. Would I be infected? I could even die. But then I realized that I wanted to share the risks with other gay men, and I accepted what I had chosen to do. The rest of the night we spent fucking and sleeping. In the morning I slipped on my dress, with Eric pulling up the zipper. He held me close, then looked me in the eyes. “I enjoyed my night with Robin. I would love to see you again. But next time it has to be with Andy. You have to accept who you are.” “I’ll think about it,” I said. I felt a tear in my eye as I turned away from him and left. * * * I related all of this to Beth when she asked me about the night. She seemed delighted that I had let Eric fuck me bareback. “I mean, when you left with him, I assumed you would suck his cock. But I didn’t think you’d let him fuck you like a little bimbo. And bareback! What got into you, Andy?” “I don’t know. I got caught up in the moment.” She said nothing for a few minutes. “Does he want to see you again?” she asked, “Yes, but only if I come as a man. No more Robin stuff.” “So, he wants you to accept that you’re gay, right?” There was a pause as I thought about where this had taken me. “Yes. I think I’m ready for that.” “Andy, I’ve always suspected that you were gay. I’m really glad you’ve reached this point. I was planning to tell you today that I’ve decided Mark and I should be together. It’s much easier this way, knowing you’ve found out who you really are.” I sat in silence, trying to sort out my emotions. As usual, Beth was right. I had enjoyed man sex much more than straight sex. She couldn’t stay married to a gay man. She broke the silence. “And the best part, honey, is that I think you may have a boyfriend. Eric wants to see you again. Don’t wait – text him you want to go on a date with him next weekend.” I didn’t hesitate. Then she gave me a big hug. We held each other for a long time. * * * Eric invited me to dinner the following Saturday. I found it impossible to concentrate on anything else. Beth wasn’t around much – she moved in with Mark the day after the party. But she was still involved with what she called my “lifestyle evolution.” She had very definite ideas about how gay men dressed and decided I needed new clothes, much tighter than what I had been wearing. “You have such a cute body, Andy,” she said. “You should flaunt it so Eric and other gay men can admire it.” I had to admit I really liked the way I looked in what she had picked out. The clothes accentuated my slim build and tight bubble butt. Then she went online to a place that sells underwear for gay men and found me several thongs and one pair of briefs with no back. It left my butt exposed and available. She insisted I model it for her. “Oh, honey, that’ll be perfect for date night with your boyfriend. It’ll make it so easy for him to fuck you.” I blushed but agreed I would wear it. On our date, Eric took me to dinner. We weren’t the only gay couple in the restaurant, which made me more comfortable. He held my hand and occasionally reached beneath the table to stroke my exposed thigh – this time we were both wearing short-shorts. I noticed he was wearing a rainbow pride ring. “I want one of those,” I said, and he promised to buy me one. After dinner we strolled hand-in-hand through a neighborhood park. Once we stopped to kiss; I found the idea of making out in public with another man to be a real turn-on. We ended up back at my house, where we were soon down to our underwear. He loved how my backless briefs made my ass so available and told me to thank Beth. We positioned ourselves on the bed so we could pleasure each other at the same time. I built up to an orgasm more quickly and erupted in his mouth. He held my cum within his lips until he could maneuver to kiss me so we could share the taste of my jism. I loved it! Eric next directed me to stand facing the dresser, legs apart, with my ass exposed. I stared into the mirror behind the dresser as he approached me from behind. Then our eyes met in our reflections. “I’ll ask you again, Andy: do you want me to use a rubber? I’m not on meds. If I keep fucking you bareback, I will impregnate you with my toxic seed. That would be very special for me. But you have to be willing.” “It would be special for me, too, sweetie,” I replied immediately. “When you asked me out again, I knew that I wanted to share my body with you and please you without any limits.” With that, Eric began to lube my hole. This time he wasn’t gentle and I felt him scratch me inside. He was going to poz me intentionally. That thought made me hot with desire. I pushed my ass back toward my top and told him, no, ordered him to fuck me. He gripped my waist with his strong hands. Then I felt the head of his dick press against my butt hole, slick with lube. The burning sensation followed as my sphincter resisted. For a moment I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to take Eric’s cock, but I told myself Robin had done it and so could I. As if it had a will of its own (and maybe it does?), my ass opened and welcomed his penetration. I grabbed the dresser and moaned. My body was wracked with wonderful sensations of warmth and fullness. Eric pushed into me, steadily and relentlessly, leaning forward to plant wet kisses in my ear. He told me how much he loved being inside me and how my cunt was made for his cock. I loved the way he talked dirty to me, making me feel like a slut even though he was the only man I had had sex with. I looked down at the dresser and saw a picture of Beth in a black negligee staring back at me, her chin resting on her hand with her wedding and engagement ring clearly visible. Eric saw the photo, too. “She’s a very sexy woman, Andy. You two will have more in common now – you can both get fucked by men who like to be on top.” I smiled at him in the mirror and told him he had that right. Eric picked up the pace. I caught his rhythm and started to push my butt back to meet his thrusts, which seemed to energize him even more. In the mirror I looked at his face, taut with pleasure and mounting sexual tension. I could sense his approaching orgasm as I kept pushing back on him. “Cum inside me, Eric!” I pleaded loudly. “Give me your toxic seed. Breed me. I need it. I need to go all the way with you.” “Here it comes, baby,” Eric cried out. “Take my fucking toxic load. Take it all.” I felt his body tense one final time, then he slammed into me repeatedly and I again felt his warm cum spurting inside me. I could picture the poison jism shooting deep into my ass, seeking the raw tissue and the path to my bloodstream. There would be no turning back now. I had chosen my fate. I felt a strange sense of calm and completeness. I turned my face to Eric’s, pulled his mouth to mine, and we shared a deep kiss that seemed to go on forever.

Note: Recently I read "The Conversion Party" by BadBob214. One of the readers said he woudl have picked a different top to poz him. That insprired me to write my own version. My thanks to BadBob214 and the reader for the inspriation.... I found the address easily enough, then sat in my car feeling terribly nervous -- so nervous I was physically shaking with fear, apprehension, and excitement. I had nearly turned the car round and headed home, but I knew deep down this was what I wanted and needed. It was my destiny. The instructions on the invite were simple. “The party is for poz tops and neg bottoms. The purpose is to spread ‘The Gift.’ I trust that your status falls into one of these two groups. I also trust that no one is taking PrEP or any other oral precaution. This is, of course, a bareback-only event. Condoms are strictly prohibited. “Do not bring any valuables with you as there is no safe place to secure them. When you arrive at the front door, it will be unlocked. Enter and remove all clothing and place in one of the bin bags. If you’re a poz top breeder, take a red wrist band. If you’re neg and here to be bred, take a green wrist band. Or wear something that makes it clear you’re looking to be bred. Then enter through the inner door to the living room.” A couple of weeks before the party, I stopped taking PrEP. The wristband color thing seemed boring. I had decided instead to wear something feminine to advertise my negative status. I bought a cute woman’s wristwatch, with a thin black band and a small round face, and a fake diamond solitaire engagement ring. I thought these would send clear signals that I was there to receive “The Gift,” as the host called it. When I arrived, I took off my clothes and shoved them into an empty bag. At least two dozen others were already filled with other men’s clothes. I stood naked inside the front door, wearing my girlie watch and pretty ring. I was still nervous but my excitement was now overwhelming. My cock began to stiffen, oozing precum; my hole felt sensitive and ready to welcome penetration. A cute guy wearing a green wrist band checked me out, smiled, and said in a high-pitched voice, “Oh, that jewelry is so pretty. Wish I had thought of something like that instead of just this silly wrist band.” I felt myself blush as I replied, “That’s so sweet of you to say.” I was at the point of no return. I opened the inner door and entered. The room was dimly lit but enough light glinted off my ring for it to be visible; my thin watchband was also obvious. I crossed my arms so my jewelry would be seen and took a deep breath. There were at least a dozen guys in the main room. I could make out a couple of young men on their knees sucking cock. One had long hair and wore a lacy black teddy instead of a green wrist band. Two guys were on the floor, one on all fours and the second behind on his knees with a red wrist band rimming the first guy’s hole. I saw the one behind lift his head and insert a finger into his hole and quickly push it in and out a number of times before rimming him again. Soon he mounted his bottom. A few men moved closer to watch. One of the guys who had been sucking cock stood, and his top turned him around and began fingering his ass. They moved near a wall; the front guy put his hands on it and spread his legs. The other moved behind him and pushed his cock into the first guy’s hole. I heard the one in front grunt. Soon they, too, and an audience making obscene comments. No one was wasting any time. A tall man approached me. He was wearing a green band. I caught the disappointment in his eyes as he saw my jewelry. Even so, he cupped my balls in his hand and moved to kiss me. His mouth was soft and his lips wet. I moaned softly into his kiss. I felt his fingers trace the outline of my watch and he whispered in my ear, “Very cute. More creative than a green wrist band.” I smiled and we resumed kissing. Now my cock was rock hard. As we kissed, the door from which I’d just entered opened. A tall skinny guy entered. His face was gaunt and his ribs were clearly visible through taught flesh, covered with many tattoos. His long cock was already hard, pointing out from his body and upward. He was wearing a red band. I immediately lost interest in the man who had been making out with me, turning toward the new arrival who took the few steps toward us. He looked at me and smiled, “Ah, fresh meat.” I reached forward and placed a hand around the newcomer’s hard man meat and pumped it gently. I glanced down and saw that the tatoo above his cock was a poison symbol. He pulled me close and spoke into my ear. “I’m not just HIV-positive. I have AIDS and the medication stopped working. The doctors say I don’t have much longer. Few men will have sex with me anymore. I have to come to parties like this one. Are you ready?” “Yes,” I replied. I felt the room seem to spin. He pulled me into an embrace and kissed me deeply, his hands gripping and spreading my ass cheeks. I’m really doing this, I thought to myself. I tasted mouthwash on his breath and found with my tongue that he was missing several teeth. “I used to be young and beautiful like you. Now look at me.” “I don’t care,” I said. “I want to give myself to you and let you use my body for your pleasure.” He looked me deep in my eyes. I felt he could see into my soul. “What’s your name?” “Andy.” “Andy, I’m Stuart. We’re not supposed to use names here, but I want you to know who blessed you with his toxic seed and remember it.” “I will, Stuart. Always.” I shivered for a moment as I considered how AIDS could ravage a man’s body. Stuart must’ve been very handsome. Before. To my surprise, I still found him very sexy, just what I needed this night. “Let’s find a bed,” he said. He took me by the hand up some stairs. We opened a couple of doors and found the rooms occupied by men fucking, sometimes only two, sometimes a group. We could’ve joined them but Stuart clearly wanted me for himself. We finally found an empty room with nothing in it but a single bed. It was covered with a sheet stained with dried cum and traces of blood. I knelt in front of Stuart, opened my lips, and took the tip of his cock into my mouth, gently swirling my tongue around it. His precum was delicious! He placed his hands on either side of my head; I placed mine on the sides of his ass cheeks. Stuart had lost so much weight I could feel his hip bones. I thought how sad it was that a beautiful man was losing his life because he loved other men. Suddenly it meant so much more to be receiving “The Gift” from him. As I took him deeper into my mouth, I heard him moan. “Oh, God, it’s been a while since another man sucked my cock. You are one fine cocksucker, Andy.” I was thrilled that he was enjoying my mouth and I let him go until he hit the back of my throat. He humped my mouth in a steady rhythm. I hoped he wouldn’t cum because I wanted his seed in my ass, but I would let him decide. Stuart pulled out of my mouth and drew me to a standing position. He was much taller than me. He wrapped me in his embrace and kissed me deeply again. I could taste his illness; I felt the bones of his disease-ravage body. To my surprise, I was incredibly turned on. “Lie down on the bed,” he said. I obeyed automatically, as if in a trance. Then, “Pull up your legs and spread them.” Again, I complied. Stuart applied some lube to his long cock. When he started to finger my hole, he was rough. Very rough. Scratching my insides with his long nails, he said, “You understand, Andy, why I’m doing this? Even though I know it hurts.” “Yes,” I gasped, as the sharp pain made me wince. After a few minutes, he used a Kleenex to wipe my hole. He inspected it and then showed me the bloody results. “You are ready now to receive my gift. This is your last chance to leave.” He stared deep into my eyes. The effect was hypnotic – I was unable to move. My mouth went dry. Then Stuart joined me on the bed and placed the slick tip of his dick at the entrance to my hole. After a few moments of gentle but steady pressure, it opened to the intruder, and his cock started to work its way relentlessly inside me. I felt an intense burning sensation, soon joined by a delicious fullness. Then the burning gave way to a deep warmth that radiated from my ass to the rest of my body. Slowly, steadily, remorselessly, Stuart penetrated me until I felt his balls against my butt cheeks. I saw the deep concentration on his face as he focused on his own pleasure. Stuart lifted my legs onto his shoulders. Then he leaned into me and kissed me deeply again, pressing my thighs against my chest. “You are mine now, Andy. Soon we will be joined forever by my seed, my toxic seed. It will take over your body. You may escape my fate – I certainly hope that you do – but my gift will be with you as long as you live.” “I want that, Stuart,” I replied. “Fill me with your seed. Poz me. I want it, all of it.” As he began to thrust in and out, I grasped his thin forearms. I could feel his bones under his skin. My solitaire ring sparkled in the light cast by the overhead bulb. Then I realized we weren’t alone. Several other men had entered the room, watching us silently. They all wore red wrist bands. I heard one of them say, “I’m glad Stuart found someone to fuck. He doesn’t have much time left.” I heard murmurs of agreement. Now Stuart began to pound my ass, breathing hard, his face taut with effort and passion. My ass was on fire. His full, heavy balls slapped against my ass cheeks. My cock, rock hard, bounced around with each thrust. I kneaded his abdomen with my finger nails, helping to draw out his cum. “Here it comes, Andy!” he shouted. “Here comes my poz load! Take it.” And with a deep, guttural roar, he emptied himself inside me, thrust after thrust. With each inward pulse, I pictured the ribbons of toxic cum shooting deep into me, mixing with my blood. I was thrilled as I thought, We just mated. Stuart just impregnated me. His toxic babies will grow inside me. Stuart collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. The men in the room clapped and cheered. I held himt close, wrapping my arms and legs around his wasted body, my ass clenching his cock as it slowly softened. I didn’t want to lose any of his toxic seed. As I gently caressed his back, I became aware of the sores that marred his skin. I now fully understood what the other men had said. One of them spoke, breaking the silence of the room. “This boy belongs to Stuart tonight. No one else fucks him.” They filed out and closed the door. I felt his cock slowly soften inside me. Suart eased off me and we lay facing each other. He kissed me softly. “Andy, you’ve made a very sick man very happy tonight.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes. “I am yours for the rest of the night,” I whispered. I was surprised by how quickly he hardened against my thigh. This time I rolled him onto his back, straddled his waist, guided his cock to my waiting hole, and impaled myself on his dick. I rocked forward and back as he gripped my hips. I saw the look of intense pleasure on his face as I worked my ass, rising and falling. I gradually increased the rhythm, my delicate hands playing with the hairs on his chest, my pretty jewelry making me feel feminine even though I had never felt more like a gay man. I think we were both surprised by how quickly he came. I felt the wetness deep, deep inside me. When he softened and slipped out of my ass, I felt a little of his cum drip from my hole, even though I tried t clench it. I wished I had thought to bring a butt plug. Oh, well. We both drifted off to sleep. My nap was filled with lurid, erotic dreams, wit me being fucked by a line of gaunt, diseased men. I was awakened an hour later by Stuart’s hands rolling me onto my belly. He knelt behind me and spread my legs. I lay motionless, my face resting on my hands. I felt his cock rubbing my crack. With each stroke, it grew harder and longer. Then he guided the tip to my hole and pushed into me. As he passed my sphincter, a grunt escaped my throat. I felt his body press down on my back. “You like this, don’t you? You like being a pussy for an AIDS top, don’t you?” I nodded. “Of course you do. It’s what you always needed, Andy, and now it’s real.” He wrapped his arms under me and gripped my shoulders. I turned and looked at his hands, the flesh taut. Then I looked over my shoulders, and Stuart leaned forward to kiss me deeply. I felt an orgasm welling up inside me. “I’m gonna cum,” I declared, in a strange, high-pitched voice. “Yes, baby,” Stuart said. “Cum for daddy. Your last negative load.” With that, I exploded, spurts of my jism coating the sheet and my belly. Stuart wasn’t far behind. He slammed my ass again and again until I heard the familiar deep sigh of a male who has mated with his bitch. More wetness inside me. I felt a stinging sensation from the open wounds being rubbed raw. It was painful but also deeply satisfying. I replay that amazing night in my mind every chance I get.

I was married for many years to a beautiful woman but of course I wasn't really happy. I finally divorced her and came out of the closet. Soon I met Will, my dream Alpha, and we were married by an ex-girlfriend of mine who later became a minister. She had always suspected I was gay, so she was delighted to officiate at our wedding. Will is a big, burly hunk of real man, 6'2" and 250 pounds, thick beard, tattoos, deep voice. He’s also HIV-positive. Usually he’s on meds; when he goes off, we use protection. I’m not on PrEP. I'm all of 5'8” and 165 pounds. Our cock sizes are just as different – he’s a good 8" and thick; I'm maybe 5". I have always been the bottom with him. Always. On the rare occasions when he's in the mood to be penetrated, he goes online to find a fuck buddy built like him. If I offer to top him, he just laughs. A couple of months into our marriage, things began to change. Will began to encourage me to express my long-repressed feminine side. He bought me things like a black camisole top and women's short-shorts to wear at home. (And once to a Pride event, which was a turn-on to be dressed like that in public.) Then came pretty women’s jewelry -- an elegant women's wristwatch with a thin black leather bands and a small round case and a diamond solitaire engagement ring. Both unmistakably feminine. He insisted I wear these things when we made love. And, at the time, it was still "making love," because he was tender and gentle in bed. Next, he started to refer to me as his "wife", both at home and then with others. I didn't mind. In fact, I was happy to please him. Our friends, gay and straight, noticed. It didn't bother the gay couples when he called me his wife, but some of the straight women (including my ex-wife) snickered. That made me blush. Only the minister friend who married us was accepting of the new, more effeminate me. The real change, though, came in bed. Will became rougher, more forceful, when we fucked. Or should I say, when he fucked me with his magnificent cock. I felt more and more like an object. Sometimes he barely bothered with foreplay. He stopped going down on me. He would straddle my chest and face fuck me until he came. He didn't care if I gagged. I used to enjoy sitting on his cock so I could control the pace. He told me that wasn't my place -- a wife is supposed to let the man lead. So I did. And I started to love it, which bothered me. Then he introduced me to Breeding Zone. He told me to read about pozzing. I did and it scared me. But it also turned me on. I told him I understood where he was taking us and said I wasn't sure I wanted it or that I was ready. He just smiled and said, "Let nature take its course." He announced he had stopped taking his meds. Last night, after sitting with me while we read your blog, he announced that he was ready to poz me. I could feel my heart pounding. He pulled me by the hand into bed as I protested weakly that I still wasn’t ready. Next he licked my back hole and scratched my inside as I pleaded for him to be gentle. I didn't ask him to use a condom. After a few minutes, Will pushed me face down on the bed and lay on top of me. Underneath him, his full weight on my back, I could not escape. I didn’t really want to, either. He told me to spread my legs and I complied. He lubed me and in one move he thrust deep inside me. I gasped loudly. At first I begged him not to be so rough (it really hurt!), but he ignored me. Pain turned quickly to pleasure. The warmth was intense. To my surprise, I felt this inner contentment. He told me he was going to impregnate me like a good wife so I could have his toxic babies. I felt a chill go up my spine but I didn’t object or try to pull away. He thrust deep inside me, faster and faster, his balls slapping agains tmy ass. Then a brief pause and a series of rapid thrusts as his jism shot inside me. He collapsed on my back and stayed inside me for a long time. I could feel the wetness. I turned to kiss him over my shoulder -- one of my favorite parts of man sex -- but he turned away. And I started to cry. Why did I cry? I think it was the most intense sexual experience I've ever had. Will had taken me to a place I've never been. Soon Will was hard again. He turned me on my back, put my legs on his shoulders, and entered me again. As I gripped his forearms, I saw my pretty jewelry and felt more female than I ever had before. I loved it and begged him to seed me again. We barely slept the rest of the night as he took me repeatedly. Now I’m scared about testing positive and what comes next. I love Will so much and I think he loves me. But can a marriage survive between two people who are so unequal? As I type this, he lies sleeping in bed next to me. His cum dribbles from my gaping hole. As soon as I send this, I will wake him by taking his cock into my mouth and then let him use me again.

I suck you off and swallow most of your first load. My close-cropped beard is matted with your cum. You are starting to get hard again. We both understand what is next. When we arranged this date i my apartment, we didn’t pretend it was about anything but sex and my willingness to serve as an object for your pleasure. I lie on my back on the carpet and pull my legs up and apart. You say, “I want you to remember this, faggot,” and snap my picture with your phone. You wil text it to me later. Then your tongue finds my hole. I feel the wetness and the warmth. A moan escapes my lips. You follow with a thick finger, then a second, stretching me and sometimes scratching me on the inside. The heat increases. Now I am moaning and gasping steadily. My little dick is rock hard. “Please, sir. Please. I need your cock.” The high-pitched voice is mine. It's how I talk when I am about to bottom. I wish I didn't sound like that but I can't help myself. You take a tube of lube and rub some on your dick and into my hole. Because you are HIV positive and not on meds and I'm not on PReP, we had agreed that you would use a condom. But now, you do not offer and I don’t ask. I am afraid but too aroused to try to stop you. And I don't think you would stop anyway. You move to your knees, propping yourself on one powerful arm. You guide the tip of your cock to my hole and slide in easily. I remember when I first had anal sex this part would hurt and I would ask my top to go slowly. But there have been many men since then. You are deep inside me now. I feel your balls against my ass. I am completely full with your manhood – it seems as though your dick will come out my throat, you are so far inside me. This isn’t about me at all. You never flatter me or say I’m cute or attractive. You are a Man and you need to plant your seed in a cunt. My ass is that cunt. I start to pull on my own dick, but you push my hand away. “Faggots don’t deserve to cum,” you mutter. I grip your thick forearms instead. My hands seem dainty and girlish, with my pretty, rather effeminate rings. Your masculine strength thrills me. You are thrusting deep inside of me and pulling nearly all the way out. I hear your loud grunts and feel the mounting tension in your body. I know you are close. When I open my eyes, I see male passion on your face and – yes – contempt for me, a male who has let himself be reduced to a pussy. I feel humiliated and insignificant. And it feels right, at this moment. You erupt inside me with rapid thrusts and a deep, manly grunt. It is sound I’m incapable of making. As your thrusts subside, you pull out and rub some of your poz cum around my gaping hole, then thrust back inside me to leave the rest. I want you to kiss me, a mark of intimacy and caring, but you don't even look at me. Your poz cum will ooze from my boi-cunt all night. I will cry, too, because I let myself be used and loved it. “Thank you, sir,” I say softly, as you finally pull out. “You’ve got a lot to thank me for, faggot,” you grunt. You don’t say another word. You reach for your clothes, pull them on, and walk out. You never even asked me my name.

So glad I finall read this one.

Me, too. Maybe he'd do us both at the same time. 🙂

That's very sweet of you to say!

[Note to readers: I wrote this story as audio porn. For fun, copy the text into a program like Word with a “read aloud” feature and listen. That way you can also edit any way you like. Have fun!] *** Hi Andy. Come on in. You must be wondering why I invited you to meet me in a hotel room. No sweetie. It isn’t that. I may be your ex-girlfriend but I’m now a happily married woman, and I don’t cheat on my husband. Besides, after our recent conversation, I couldn’t have any interest in you. After all, you confessed that you’re actually gay and you’ve been hiding it from your wife for years. I could never have sex with a gay man. It would just be too weird. But I decided I had to help you come to grips with your true sexuality. You look puzzled. Let me explain. I’ve arranged for one of my gay friends, Kyle, to meet us here. He’s going to help you explore your desire for other men. I know this is very sudden. But as a friend who loves you, I knew I had to push you to be who you really are. Trust me: this is going to be the best afternoon of your life. Let me tell you a little about Kyle. He’s really handsome, very masculine, a no-doubt-about-it top. You said you like to fantasize about bottoming for an alpha male. He totally fits the bill. Oh, one more thing: Kyle is HIV positive and he isn’t on meds or PrEP. He even has one of those tattoos. You know – the poison symbol. Of course, if you insist, he can always use a rubber. Why don’t we wait to see how it goes. He’s downstairs in the lobby. I’ll text him. While we wait, pour yourself a drink. It will help you relax. I want you to do one more thing for me. You said you have a strong feminine side. I want you to let it out today. Here – I want you to wear my watch and my engagement ring. Go ahead, put them on. Oh, how adorable! They’re so pretty. I wasn’t sure the ring would fit, but you have small hands, rather girlish. *** That must be Kyle at the door. I’ll let him in. Hi, Kyle. This is Andy. Andy, say hi to Kyle. Why don’t you two get acquainted and…oh my! That was some kiss! I guess gay men don’t waste any time when they hook up. Andy, do you want me to leave? No? Are you sure? Good. I was hoping you’d let me stay and watch. Sweetie, when you take off your clothes, please wear my watch and ring. They look so cute on you. Don’t you think so Kyle? Makes him look like a real sissy? Is it OK to call Andy a sissy? I thought that was a slur. Oh, I get it. A top can call his bottom a sissy. It’s really sexy to watch two gay men making out. I’m getting turned on like I do when I watch gay porn. I’ve always wanted to watch a man suck another man’s cock. Andy, would you please go down on Kyle for me? He does have an amazing dick. Yes, Andy, get on your knees. Oh, that’s just so precious! Andy, it seems so natural for you to have a cock in your mouth. Kyle has such a big cock. Doesn’t he, Sweetie? I know, I know – you can’t talk with a cock in your mouth. No need. I can see how much you like it. And how much Kyle likes it too. Kyle, don’t choke him! I love watching you fuck Andy’s throat but remember this is his first time. He probably just practiced on his dildo, not the real thing. I’m going to take some pics with my phone. Hope you don’t mind. Andy, I’ll send these to you later. Hope I don’t mix up your phone number with your wife’s. Just kidding, sweetie. *** Kyle why are you stopping? I was hoping to get a shot of your cum on Andy’s face. Oh. I get it: you’re going to fuck him now! OK. I’ve never seen a guy lick another man’s ass before. Andy, do you like Kyle’s tongue in your tight hole? From the expression on your face and your moaning, I guess so. My watch and engagement ring look so cute on you when you grip the pillow. Do they make you feel like a sissy? Uh-huh? Oh, Kyle stopped to get some lube. I guess he’s about to fuck you, sweetie. What? A condom? Kyle, do you have a rubber? No? Well, Andy what do you want to do? Hold my hand, sweetie, and look at me. I think you should just let it happen. Yes, I mean bareback. Don’t let the moment pass. You’ve wanted this for too long. Great decision. Go ahead, Kyle. *** No worries, sweetie. That was just his first try at penetration. Yes, Andy, Kyle is very big. I know it hurts at first. But you can do this for me. You want to, don’t you? Kyle, what should Andy do? Good. Sweetie, you heard that, right? Relax and breathe. Kyle is going to pump your cock, too as his dick pushes into you. Ooo! There it goes. I can see the head of his dick is in past your sphincter. How does that feel? It burns, huh? Very warm, too. Kinda nice. Or maybe even really nice. You like the fullness, don’t you? I thought so. I’m going to go around to Kyle’s side for some photographs. God, that’s incredible. Andy, it’s like your ass was made for Kyle’s cock. It’s incredible to see him slide so deep inside you Andy. He’s almost to the base of his cock. You’re going to love these photos. Aren’t you glad you decided to let him fuck you bareback, sweetie? I knew it. Kyle, I think he’s ready for you to go faster. Yes, that’s it. Andy, he’s really starting to pound your ass now. Don’t you feel like a little bitch? Isn’t this what you always dreamed of? Do you like it better this way, on your belly? Kyle’s weight on top of you. He’s so strong, so manly. Don't you love being so submissive to your partner? I think he’s getting close now. God, I just love the sound of his balls slapping against your ass! What a hot, sexy, sound! Fuck him, Kyle! Fuck him! Fill his cunt with your toxic seed. Oh, yes! Yes! That’s it! Can you feel that, Andy? Kyle just pozzed you. Can you feel the wetness? Don’t pull out Kyle. Let your seed impregnate him with little toxic babies. Andy wasn’t that perfect? Aren’t you happy that Kyle didn’t cover himself? That seemed like such a big load. I think you’re going to convert from just that one load. You guys probably need a little rest before you go again. I’m going to leave now, but why don't you stay together all night? Sweetie, you can give me back my ring and watch tomorrow. I can’t wait to tell my husband why I’m not wearing them. He always said he thought you were a faggot. Your wife? What about her? I know, Andy. But just text her and make an excuse. And then plan your next date with Kyle. You two make such a cute couple.

Little did I imagine when I agreed to do a favor for a former girlfriend a few months ago that it would lead me to my first wild experience in man-to-man sex, barebacking, and the consequences. Debra and I had dated for a while in college and ended up in the Bay Area afterwards where we were both in graduate school. We were still friends, so she asked me to help her on a class assignment. As part of her training to be a sex therapist, she needed to learn about gay men and their social life. She wanted to visited a gay leather bar, but the place would not admit a woman unless she were with a male patron. She asked me to be her escort. I knew of my own strong sexual interest in men, but I had never acted upon these feelings or told her about it. Sometimes, though, women have a sixth sense about us. Debra knew more about me than she let on. When I showed up at her place, she told me she’d dress me for the leather scene. The next thing I knew I was wearing a black leather vest, studded leather wrist bands, tight faux-leather short-shorts with a removable crotch piece that extended around to my ass, and black work boots. “My, sweetie, you look like a fag,” she remarked, in a matter-of-fact tone. The word stung a bit (I certainly wasn’t comfortable with the label yet). But when I looked in the mirror, I saw a cute gay man ready to cruise looking back at me. It felt weird – odd, yes, but also very erotic. I got an erection on the spot that I had couldn’t conceal in my very tight shorts. I’m sure Debra saw it, though she didn’t say anything. We grabbed an Uber to the bar. Several men standing outside noticed me and whistled and made lewd remarks. I felt embarrassed but also really turned on. No man had ever made sexual suggestions to me and their comments made me aware of myself, or at least the parts of me they seemed to admire – my tight little ass, my slim build, and my thick, pouting lips. Once we were inside, Debra turned to me and said with a smirk, “You’re going to be very popular in here tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” And then she pulled out her notebook and pen and excused herself to do some interviews with the leather-clad gentlemen around the bar. I bought myself a beer and began to look around. Immediately I realized that I had never seen so many gorgeous men before. Most were attired in revealing leather vests, tight pants and even a few thongs, and many wore various kinds of harnesses. Some were magnificent, muscular physical specimens; others were hairy and heavyset. There were also a few who looked more like me: smaller and slimmer, with short hair and neatly trimmed beards. I took a deep breath and decided to enjoy the sights and fantasize about a couple of the hunks who caught my eye. While I was lost in my thoughts, I felt someone come up from behind. Before I could turn around, a hand caressed my ass and another was wrapped around my chest. A man pressed against me from behind. I tensed up, near panic, and looked around for Debra, but she was across the room. The stranger behind me licked my ear and whispered, “Hello. What have we here: a pretty little chicken, a cherry ripe for picking. I want your ass tonight, sweet thing, and I mean to have it.” I tried half-heartedly to squirm away, but his forearm, beautiful and muscular, barred my escape. “I’m here with that woman,” I replied, looking at Debra. “She needed a guy to get her in. She’s just doing some interviews.” My captor was not impressed. “I saw who you came with, but she ain’t who you’ll be leaving with. No, boy, you and I both know you WANT to be here. You’re a bottom, a little butt boy, and I’m gonna teach you everything you need to know about pleasing a top before this night is out.” With that he let go and stepped away. I turned around to get a look at him as he walked around the bar. From behind he was built like a Greek god – six feet tall, rock-solid muscles, dirty blond hair under a black studded biker cap. He wore work boots, leather pants, and a harness. Studded leather bands adorned his well-defined biceps and thick wrists. Then he turned toward me and I saw that his face was as beautiful as the rest of him. His eyes were grey and he had a sexy stubble of beard. Our eyes met for a moment and I involuntarily ran my hand thru my hair, a flirting gesture I had seen many women perform. Then I tried my best to ignore him and my surging heat and desire to have him take me in any way he wanted. I looked away and checked out the other patrons. But every few minutes he’d pass by me, rest his hand on my butt, and even kiss my neck. Soon I stopped protesting. I realized I had to get out of the place soon or I’d be at his mercy and begging him to do whatever he wanted. Debra was nowhere to be seen, so I decided not to wait for her. I paid for my drink and headed for the door. My gorgeous admirer stood between me and the exit, a half-smile/sneer on his face, staring at me. I dropped my eyes but I was turned on by his gaze and felt like teasing him, too. Walking with one foot directly in front of the other, I wiggled my hips a bit. As I tried to pass him, he grabbed me. Before I knew it, he had pressed me back against the wall and he pinned my arms behind me with a powerful grip, his body pressed close to mine. I could smell the intoxicating aroma of his leather garb. His thigh found its way between my legs and my cock stiffened even more as he pressed against my crotch. I was overwhelmed by his strength and manliness, his steely grey eyes just inches from mine. “What’s your hurry, pretty boy?” he snarled. “You’ve been teasing me with your little ass all night, and now I want it.” “Let me go,” I protested weakly. “I’m not even gay.” “Then why are you still here?” he grunted. And then his mouth met mine. I tried to squirm away, to keep my lips closed, but I was helpless in his grasp. My inner desires, now bursting to the surface, took over. I stopped resisting his kiss and opened my mouth in surrender. His tongue entered, the most intense, deepest kiss I’ve ever experienced, one I never wanted to end. I sighed in pleasure and relief. With that he released his grip on my hands and embraced me. I made no effort to push him away – no, instead my hands began to explore his body, tracing the incredible muscles on his bare arms. As we made out, I sensed someone watching. I broke our deep lip-lock for a moment and turned to catch Debra staring intently at us, with a knowing look. She winked at me and smiled. I said to her, “I think I’ve found what I need here.” She replied, “The two of you look so sexy together. Do you mind if I watch what happens next?” A shiver of excitement went down my spine. My new Adonis led me by the hand through a door in the back of the bar and down some dimly lit stairs, Debra trailing behind. We had to squeeze past men making out; one guy was down on his knees happily sucking the cock of an older teddy-bear type. I realized I did not even know my companion’s name, so I asked him. “In here they call me Drummer,” he replied. “And we’ll call you Sweet Lips, because you have such a pretty mouth.” We continued through a corridor with many small rooms. Some of the doors were closed, but through the open ones I saw male couples or groups engaged in all manner of hot man-to-man sex. I licked my lips and trembled with anticipation. Drummer found an empty room. Inside, under a bare light bulb, I saw a mattress covered with cum stains and a few pillows, the walls fully mirrored. Maybe not the most romantic spot to be deflowered, but I was too turned on by the whole experience to care. Drummer wasted no time. He kissed me fiercely, then pulled back and gazed down at me. “On your knees, Sweet Lips. Let’s see what that mouth is good for.” I kneeled before him. I rubbed my face around Drummer’s crotch, inhaling again the delicious scent of leather and sweat. With my tongue I traced the outline of his dick and his balls, then I started lapping. I felt Drummer fumbling with something and suddenly a leather band went around my neck. He ordered me to look in the mirror. I wore a studded black dog collar, and he held the attached leash. I had never seen anything so sexy in my life. “Thank you,” I murmured. He yanked the chain up so our eyes met. “Say ‘Sir’ when you speak to me, Sweet Lips.” “Thank you, sir,” I replied, happy to submit, and I dropped my eyes. I resumed licking his crotch and was rewarded as the growing bulge showed his cock hardening. From somewhere within me a moan arose, my lust overwhelming all self-restraint even though Debra was right there. “Please, sir, let me taste your cock,” I heard my voice begging. Drummer grunted his approval and I pulled down his zipper. My reward was a beautiful piece of manhood – his tool was a good deal longer and thicker than my own five inches, and it curved up. The mushroom head glistened with his pre-cum. I held his cock and stared at it for a moment, finally savoring the sensation of a handful of hard male flesh that I had dreamed about for so long. Then I started to pump Drummer’s dick and brought it to my lips. I ran my tongue back and forth across the tip, reveling in my first taste of precum. Right away I knew I was hooked for life. It was delicious! I took more of Drummer into my mouth and heard him grunt his approval. His rough hands on the back of my head forced me to swallow more of his manhood, until he hit the back of my throat and I started to gag. “Breathe and relax, boy,” he commanded me. I nodded and followed his directions. I couldn’t get all of him into my mouth, but he seemed quite satisfied with my first effort. Sometimes I bobbed up and down on his dick; then I’d stop and he’d fuck my willing mouth. From his moans and quickening thrusts, I realized it wouldn’t be long before I was rewarded with my first load of warm, creamy cum. Drummer’s body tensed, his head went back, and then his dick pulsed in my mouth and spurts of cum flooded my throat as I heard him roar his pleasure. I gulped eagerly, trying not to loose a drop, but a little seeped from the corner of my mouth. Then he eased his softening shaft from my mouth and rubbed it around my face, a trail of cum anointing me into the world of cocksuckers. “Congratulations,” Debra said softly. “You did that like a natural.” Drummer pulled me to my feet by the leash and kissed me deeply, his cum and our saliva mixing. Then he directed me to strip and kneel on all fours on the mattress. As I obeyed, he removed his leather pants, so he was just wearing his harness, studded bands, and boots. I glanced back and saw it: a poison-symbol tattoo just above his crotch. I knew what it meant. I was scared and thought of backing out. But something inside me held me right there. Drummer knelt behind me. Then he smacked my bare butt, hard, and I yelped in pain and surprise. Quickly, though, I realized my mistake. “Thank you, sir,” I gasped. He spanked me again. My cock had gotten even harder. Then I felt his tongue on my behind and in my crack. He found my butthole and gave me my first rimming. The sensation of his tongue, as it penetrated my tight anus, was electric, and it sent hot flashes directly to my rigid dick. After a few minutes of this intense pleasure, Drummer paused to open a tube of lubricant. He greased up a finger and inserted it in my waiting ass. I took him easily. A second thick finger soon followed, and by then I was groaning with pleasure and dying to be fucked. “You want it, Sweet Lips?” Drummer sneered, mocking me. “You want my big poz cock in your cherry ass? Just like I told you when you first got here.” “Sir, maybe you could use a condom,” I suggested in a meek voice. “No one here uses rubbers, boy. Real men don’t cover themselves. You wanna quit now?” I looked at Debra, who said nothing. I, too, said nothing. I didn't move. Drummer laughed. “I didn’t think so. We both know this is what you want. This is what you need. In fact, you’re gonna beg me for it.” I had lost all power to resist. “Yes, sir. Please, sir. I need your cock, I need it so bad – like I’ve never needed anything.” I couldn’t believe I was saying these things, not with Debra still standing there, but I didn’t care. For me at that moment nothing in the world mattered but to feel Drummer’s cock inside me. He kneeled behind me, spread my ass cheeks with his strong hands, and pressed the head of his dick against my butthole. I felt the pressure of the slick mushroom-shaped knob and winced at the burning sensation. “You can do this, boy,” he coaxed. “Relax and push back on me.” “Yes, sir, I’ll try.” He pushed harder and I felt a stab of pain. Despite my lust, I tried to pull away. “Ow, no, it hurts too much. You’re just too big.” Drummer slapped my ass, hard, and yanked on my dog collar to remind me of my position. “There’s no turning back, Sweet Lips, if you want to be my bottom boy.” He instructed me to breathe deeply and push back. His greased hand went under me and began to stroke my stiff cock. Suddenly, with an odd but exquisite rippling sensation and soft sound, his dickhead surged passed my sphincter and into my back passage. “Oh, God, yes, yes,” I groaned, overwhelmed by the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced, the warmth and fullness radiating out from my ass so that my whole body trembled. Drummer went deeper and deeper until I felt his cock hairs brush my ass cheeks. He leaned forward and I turned my head to tongue kiss him over my shoulder, sealing our moment of intimacy forever. “Thank you, sir, thank you for taking my cherry,” I murmured between kisses. Drummer pulled out slowly, leaving just the head of his shaft inside me, then pushed in again. He repeated his strokes, sometimes faster or slower, and each thrust sent a different kind of wave thru my boi-pussy. I had never dreamed that a cock could create so many pleasurable sensations as it penetrated another human being. He pressed a thick finger against my lips and I sucked it hotly, fantasizing it was another cock. Debra came over to me and rested her hand on mine. I smiled at her and said, “He’s fucking me, Debra, he’s really fucking me. It’s incredible. Why did I wait so long? This is the manliest thing I’ve ever done.” She gave me a little peck on the cheek. “I always thought you were gay, sweetie. You belong here now.” She told me she was leaving and to have fun – as if I needed the advice! When she had gone, Drummer pulled my leash to lift my head and whispered in my ear, “No more women for you, boy, right?” “Yes, sir,” I eagerly replied, knowing I had crossed the line into male sex for good. He sneered in triumph, “You’re a bottom man who’ll take any cock up his ass. You’re a faggot, and you love it.” Now when I heard him use that word it made me feel warm and excited, and I rejoiced in my new, true identity. Drummer reached beneath me and began to stroke my cock in time to his thrusts. His hand was coated with lube and felt so smooth as he jerked me off. Before long, all the sensations – Drummer’s thick dick plowing my butthole, his coarse beard stubble rubbing against my shoulder, my glimpses of our fucking in the mirrors, his tongue probing mine, and his hand pumping my cock – sent me over the edge, bucking into a mind-blowing orgasm way beyond any sexual peak I had ever experienced. I heard a voice crying, “Fuck me, sir, yes, fuck me, oh, I’m cumming, yes, YES!” and realized it was my own. Drummer gripped me tightly, buried to the hilt, as my ass convulsed around his dick. My arms collapsed, and my face rested on my leather wrist bands. “What a ride,” he chuckled as I lay motionless and exhausted. “Thank you, sir,” I replied. Though I was spent and satisfied, Drummer still had to take care of his needs. He pulled himself from me, leaving me empty for a moment, and turned me onto my back. When he rested my ankles on his shoulder, I realized I was about to be fucked like a woman. I felt his dickhead press on my waiting fuckhole. He eased right in this time. I groaned as the sensations – the fullness, the warmth – again washed over me. I loved being able to play with his rock-hard stomach and his perfectly formed chest, to run my small hands over his thick wrists, my fingers tracing the metal studs on his wrist bands, and up his arms. I pinched his nipples and smiled at the reaction I provoked: Drummer began to long-stroke my ass. Enjoying the new pleasure of letting my partner control the pace of our fucking, I clenched my ass muscles when he was deep inside. I felt like a slut and I started to talk like one, in a strange, lisping voice. “Use my ass, sir, use it like a cunt. Fuck me all night, sir, never stop fucking it. It feels so good. More, sir, give me more.” His thrusts became faster, more urgent, more needy, until I felt one final great surge that I thought would split me apart. Pressing my legs down against my chest, Drummer kissed me deeply, his tongue plunging into my throat. I imagined the jets of his hot toxic cum shooting into the rubber deep inside me, the pulses slowly receding. I knew we had just engaged in risky sex but I didn’t care. Drummer went on kissing me for a while. I figured we were done, but he surprised me. “You were so good, Sweet Lips, now I’m going to introduce you to some of the other real men here. You’ll service them next.” I meekly agreed. Truth is, I was still so horny, I needed more. Drummer hooked my leash to a nail and left me naked on my knees. Although a couple of guys looked in, the leash told them I was someone’s property and they left me alone. A few minutes later Drummer came back with two men. One was a gorgeous surfer blonde who wore work boots and a studded leather strap around his cock and balls; the other was a bearded, older man with a round belly, powerful arms and thighs, a leather harness, and a very thick dick. Drummer introduced them: the blonde was “Beach King,” the bearded gentleman was simply “Daddy,” which seemed apt. Both also had the poison tattoo on their lower abdomen. Daddy took my leash and ordered me to lie on my back on the mattress. Without any preliminaries, he proceeded to straddle my chest and grip my head with his strong hands. “I hear you’ve developed a taste for cocksucking, Sweet Lips,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. Then he shoved his half-hard cock between my waiting lips. I opened wide to pleasure him. He thrust his manhood deep into my throat, gagging me repeatedly. As I sucked furiously, his dick became stiff and oozed salty pre-cum on my tongue. I ran my dainty hands along the backs of his large, muscular thighs, an incredible turn-on. Meanwhile, Beach King lifted my legs, pressing them against Daddy’s back, and probed my shit chute with one finger and then another. It was a strange sensation: pinned under Daddy, I couldn’t resist even if I had wanted to (and I sure didn’t want to object, as great as those fingers felt). I couldn’t even see my next anal lover. Then I felt the bulb of Beach King’s bare cockhead pressing against my sphincter and heard him grunt as he entered me. He slipped in easily, deeply, for my back passage was now used to man love. I could feel his cock strap with its studs rubbing against my ass cheeks with each inward thrust. Moans of ecstasy escaped my throat, muffled by Daddy’s cock. I was dimly aware that Drummer had come over to the mattress, too. His feet planted on either side of my head, he stood over me and offered his cock to Daddy, who swallowed it eagerly. My own dick was rock hard again from the friction of Beach King against my prostate. The room was alive with the sound of rutting men in heat and my almost-girlish moans; the smell of leather and sweat mixed with the funky aroma of my ass as Beach King plowed me for all I was worth. For me, who before this night had never had sex with more than one woman at a time, the entire scene was from somewhere beyond my wildest fantasies. Beach King came first, giving me what I wanted most, a throbbing dick shooting wads of cum inside me. Drummer followed, filling Daddy’s mouth, some cum running down into his beard. Daddy pulled himself from my mouth and ordered me to stand up. When I moved too slowly on my trembling jelly legs, he turned me around and spanked me. “Thank you, Daddy,” I promptly answered, now well-schooled to the discipline I deserved. He led me off the mattress toward a mirrored wall and ordered me to stand with my legs apart, arms braced on the rail in front of the mirror. I looked at myself in the mirror, cum on my face and hair, and saw a stranger gazing back, eyes glazed over with lust, a creature devoted to carnal pleasure. Yet I knew this was the real me, and I smiled. Encouraged by Drummer and Beach King, who stood next to us with their arms around each other, Daddy stood behind me and prepared to give my willing ass the love I craved. He held my leash and pulled my head up until we made eye contact in the mirror. The large bulb of his dickhead pushed against my anus. Though I had taken Drummer and Beach King, neither small, I hadn’t experienced anything the size of Daddy’s piece. My butthole resisted and I felt a sharp, stabbing pain. “Oh, it’s really big, sir,” I winced. “I don’t think I’m ready for it.” I should have learned by now that leather tops do not take no for an answer. Three sharp whacks on my backside brought tears to my eyes. “What did you say, faggot?” Daddy barked, and yanked on my leash. I apologized and begged him to give me the fucking I needed. He pressed his thick cock against my anus while using his right hand to pump my dick. Again I felt, almost heard, the odd rippling sensation as my back passage stretched to accommodate the enormous intruder. I gasped when the head eased past my sphincter and heard Daddy mumble, “Good boy, Sweet Lips, take it in slowly.” Though Debra had left, I imagined her staring at me again, shocked at what she had caught me doing. Somehow that thought made me relax to take Daddy in. He eased in very carefully, pausing often to let me adjust. “God, he’s a tight one,” Daddy boasted to the other men. It thrilled me to accept the challenge of being fucked by Daddy while these beautiful, masculine men looked on. I gave voice to my delight. “Ohhh, Daddy, you’re incredible. I never felt anything so wonderful in my life. I want all of you, sir, please.” In a few minutes, I felt the hairs of his crotch scratch my ass cheeks – he had buried himself inside me! Daddy began to plunge in and out. He went slowly for a few strokes, then rapidly, then slowly, concentrating on his own pleasure. I felt like the well-used fuck slut I had become, and that thought excited me. Nothing mattered to me but pleasing Daddy. Sometimes he’d pause when he was deep within me and rest his enormous bulk on my back, his warm, round belly pressed against me. Then he leaned back and said, “Get to work, fag, and show me how you can use that little butthole.” As he held still, I began to slide forward and back on his shaft, grunting each time he penetrated me to the core. Drummer and Beach King coaxed me, praising me for being such a terrific boy-slut. I reached beneath me to fondle Daddy’s heavy balls. That seemed to send him over the top. He pushed me forward, my face just inches from the mirror. “You want my toxic load, princess?” he asked. I was too far beyond caring about the risks to stop. “Yes, Daddy,” I gasped. “I need you to breed me.” Daddy thrust hard and fast, his balls slapping sometimes against my thighs, and finally gave one last lunge that felt like it would come right through me and out my throat. The heavy pulsing of his cock, the shuddering of his body, and his heavy sigh told me that I had brought my third top of the evening to orgasm in my ass. When Daddy slid himself from me, my clenching ass muscles were reluctant to let go. I felt satisfied but empty, and I knew that the void would have to be filled again soon. Each of my top men kissed me tenderly. A look at the clock told me it was past two in the morning – I had been sucking and fucking for more than three hours. Only Drummer was left. He sat beside me on the floor, unclipping the leash and then removing the dog collar. That’s when it finally sunk in. I had let three HIV-positive men cum inside me. Of course, I wasn’t on PrEP, since I hadn’t expected anything like this. “Oh, god,” I said quietly. “What have I done? It felt so good that I wasn’t thinking.” I began to cry. Drummer put his arm around me and held me close. He told me I should get tested and assured me that there were lots of medications. Then he asked me if I had ever done anything that gave me so much pleasure. “No, nothing even close,” I replied. I thanked them for the best night of my life. He smiled. “Then I expect you back again tomorrow next night to continue your education.” “What more is there to learn, sir?” I asked innocently. “Tomorrow,” he replied, “I will put you in the sling and you’ll learn to take my fist.” As he held up his clenched hand to my face, my eyes widened in fear and lust. But I knew my place. “Yes, sir,” I answered.

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Author's note: Some time ago I read a hot story here, and (as I like to do) I wrote myself into it. Unfortunately, I don't remember the name of the original. I apologize to the author, who deserves credit for inspiring me. If someone reading this can identify the original, please put it in the comments. Thanks. Moderator's Note: Thanks @plisken for recognizing the story and giving the author and post date below. The original story is by @smoothie52 and was posted in January of 2015. You can find it here: At Long Last I have been in this position before, literally, in a man’s bed, on my back with my legs up on his shoulders and his cock ready to enter my tight ass. The first time was nearly five decades ago, in 1978. I came home from college for the summer and a cute, green-eyed boy named Mark introduced me to my gay side and took my anal virginity. No one worried about condoms back then, so I experienced the joy of bareback sex. This time it’s about changing my life again and fulfilling a need so strong it can’t be suppressed. Although I’m 65 years old, married to a beautiful woman, with two grown kids, I have long known I’m gay. I knew someday I would come out of the closet. I was always a bottom and I always took cock raw. Back in the late 1970s and early 1980s (both before and after I was married), I found that I could easily get what I needed at cruising areas and adult bookstores: a nice hard cock sliding inside me and fucking my ass until the cock exploded inside me and filled me with cum. I didn’t need to orgasm – it was all about giving the ultimate pleasure to the top who was fucking me. Being there for him and taking him inside me, encouraging him to enjoy my ass and leaving part of himself inside me. It was such a turn-on to go home to my pretty, straight wife feeling the cum oozing into my briefs. But when AIDS arrived, I stopped being sexually active with other men. I contented myself with jerking off, a dildo in my ass, and gay porn. I was safe but miserable. More than two decades passed before I again gave into my urges. I had avoided the plague. I had cheated death but the price had been my happiness. And I felt like a coward. So eventually I started again, always being careful about my partners because I didn’t want to put my wife at risk. My mind flashes back to how I met this beautiful man. An online dating site, his picture that turned me on immediately (thick grey beard, broad shoulders, and – unlike me – so masculine), but the words “HIV positive.” In the past, I simply would have stopped it right there. This time, I found myself so turned on by the thought of doing something forbidden that I jerked off. The feeling was incredible. I suggested we meet, telling him I wasn’t sure I could go through with it. He was so tender and understanding. I even used my real name. A date followed (with a sweet, lingering goodnight kiss), then another that became a heated make-out session. I shared a fantasy with him about how I wanted to feel very feminine when I was pozzed. On our date tonight, he surprises me with a pretty woman’s wristwatch and a diamond solitaire engagement ring, just like the one I gave my wife when I proposed to her. It was so sexy and so romantic. The ring especially, with its deep symbolism. When a woman accepts it, she is saying, “Someday soon, you will breed me and impregnate me, and create something new inside me.” I slip it on my finger, trembling. I tell him, “I want you so much!” We kiss passionately. He says, “Andy, come home with me tonight.” And now here we are. I reach up and pull him to me, our bodies touch, and we kiss deeply. His kisses are strong yet soft. His tongue enters my mouth and dances with mine in an erotic dance that makes us both moan with passion. My hard cock is pressed between us and I feel the tip of his pressed up against my pink hole. His hips are moving ever so slightly as we kiss and hot precum is being deposited on my entrance. He pulls back and looks at me and asks, “Are you ready, Andy?” My mind is racing but I don’t answer him and he’s seeing that look of both passion and fear in my eyes. With that he says, “I want to do this with you so much. It’s so erotic for me give you my cock like this and know that you love it as much as I do. To be inside you bare, and to make love on a level that is above and beyond the normal. To put my seed in you and know that I am breeding you and that part of me will stay and grow inside you.” He says all the right things and I answer by reaching down to guide him, placing the tip of his cock against my quivering hole the way my wife directs my dick to her pussy lips on those rare times when we make love. Smiling, he kisses me again and his hips move up and I feel that big mushroom tip start to press on my entrance in earnest. Covered in precum and lube, there is little resistance at first. My hole is ready but I know he is thicker than anything I have taken in a long time, maybe ever. This is going to hurt. He feels me open to my max and then tighten around him. Stopping for a moment, he holds me in his arms tightly then brings his hips up hard. With that we both feel my hole rip open. I gasp as the intruder starts to enter me. He pushes in deeply as I cry out in pain, “Ow! NO! Please don’t!” I try to pull away from the massive cock sliding up inside me. “Oh, God, you are so tight, baby,” he whispers in my ear, “You know that had to be done. It will make it easier for me to be with you. Relax. I’m in you now.” My ass is on fire, but my insides are full of hard, hot cock. A mix of sharp pain and intense pleasure. He is huge and I feel an incredible fullness and warmth. We are joined and I wrap my arms and legs around him to pull him as close to me as I can. We are now a couple and I am the female half. A couple engaged in the very natural act of mating, of breeding. I know what we are doing. I have just crossed that line from which there is no return. I murmur, “Yes, daddy, I know. Give me a moment. God, you feel so good in me. Let me just feel you in me. So full. So deep. I need a moment to take this all in. My life is about to change forever.” “I know, Andy. Relax, enjoy, and know how exciting this is for me too. I’m leaking in you and we’re just starting. No going back now. We discussed this and I told you that once I’m inside of you, it’s all over for you.” I want it. I have to have it. I want it to be him. My ass moves gently on his massive shaft and I turn my head and kiss him, nibbling on his tongue. I moan softly, letting him know I’m ready to continue. As he fucks me slowly, looking me in my eyes, he starts to talk to me, saying, “God, you feel good. So tight, so warm. I love having my death stick inside you. I will live in you until you die. I want my seed to grow in you, Andy, for you to incubate my toxic babies so they take over your body.” “But you would stop now if I asked you to, sweetie?” I ask, my voice high. I sound like a sissy. It seems very natural, in the moment. “Of course. Is that what you want?” He never pauses in his deep thrusts. My head is spinning. I know this is wrong, foolish, reckless, but my body loves what this man is doing to it. I feel his hard cock sliding in and out of me. The long, slow strokes of a top who knows how to fuck and enjoys it. Taking me to that place that we bottoms love so very much. Giving a top pleasure so intense that he can’t resist it, that he must have it and, after a certain point, there’s no stopping him from getting it. All leading to the most amazing orgasm, one so intense that it almost feels like being at death’s door. I can’t believe I just thought that. How prophetic that I should put it that way. I am very possibly standing right there. My life or death is being decided right now by this cock fucking my ass. I think for second that I can get away from this, but he’s pushing deep and I’m feeling his thick shaft so deep in my belly. I want it. “Give it to me, daddy. Knock me up. Give me your toxic seed and make me yours. Keep fucking me until I’m raw inside and your baby batter will infect me.” Passionate kisses now. The level of intensity is rising and I can no longer think about my wife, my family, long term medical consequences, or anything other than making him cum, and taking his load deep up in my guts. He responds to my needs and fucks me harder. I hear the incredibly sexy sound of his balls slapping against my ass cheeks as he thrusts faster and faster into me. I grip his muscular forearms with my dainty hands. I see my pretty watch and the glistening diamond ring. I feel feminine, just as I dreamed I would. I am a sissy, a faggot, a cunt. I am still wearing my wedding ring, too, but I know that I will remove it after tonight, after I tell my wife what I’ve done. No more kisses as he has folded me in half. His strong hands pin mine to the bed, our fingers interlaced in an intimate grip. I am now completely in his control, and we both know it. His needs are taking over. As he stares into my eyes, I see the look that a man has have when the cum starts to boil in his balls. I feel his need to orgasm He asks, “Are you ready for my poison load?” It isn’t really a question. He is past the point when he would stop. “Fuck, yes. Give it to me, daddy.” “It might kill you, Andy.” “Do it. Fuck it in me. Breed me, sweetie.” He grunts and pushes deep into my ass. I can feel his cock pulsating, shooting thick streams of cum deep inside me. I squeeze my ass tightly, milking every drop out of his cock, thinking to myself, Oh god, yes. So much cum. He really bred me. I’m so wet inside. He looks wild on top of me, and I know what he’s feeling right now. I love that about man-on-man sex: that we both know exactly what each other is feeling. Lots of heavy breathing follows, accompanied by some long strokes of his cock and quick thrusts back up inside me. I can feel him emptying out inside my now very wet chute, pushing his cum into my bowels. The tip of his cock getting so sensitive as the last drops of his seed dribble out and his thrusts are jerky. He looks down at me and with a wry smile says, “Oh, baby, you are so pregnant with my virus. This is so hot knowing that I’ve just knocked up your neg ass. Do you feel it inside you?” “Yes,” I reply as he pushes his cock deep back in. “Mmmmmmm. Feels so good inside you. So much poz cum in you. I haven’t cum that much in a long time. You ok?” “Yes,” I answer softly. “It feels wonderful.” Kisses, soft and sweet, follow as he lies next to me, or bodies hot and sweaty as he murmurs “God, Andy, that felt incredible. Knowing that I was pozzing you just got me harder and harder, and you just kept asking for it. That was so fucking erotic.” His hand is on my belly rubbing it gently as he asks, “You know it might take this time, right? I ripped you pretty good going in and roughed up your insides. With my high viral load, it might only take once and you’re poz right now, or you might still be neg.” I return his kisses and then answer, “I know, sweetie, but I want you to keep fucking me until I convert. Promise me that if I get the fuck flu really badly and I get so sick that I want to die right then, that you’ll fuck me and dump one more toxic load in me just to remind me how I got so sick. Mmmm, yes, baby.” We keep kissing and I massage his cock, determined to get another load. Soon I do.

Author's note: This is another story that I adapted from a terrific, hot piece I read here, "Photographer Wanted". It turned me on so much that I decided to make myself the narrator. I thank the author for the inspiration! Moderator's note: The original story (by @phxman54) can be found here *** Ever since I had left my wife and come out as gay, I had been thinking about having some professional nude pictures taken of me. One night, on a whim, I posted an ad on Craigs List, in the Men for Men section, inquiring about a local photographer to take some tasteful yet sexy pictures. I have a strong feminine, romantic side. That’s how my wife found out – she caught me jerking off, wearing her pretty wristwatch and her diamond solitaire engagement ring, a dildo in my ass, looking at gay porn on my laptop. She screamed at me, saying how humiliating it was to be married to a sissy faggot, and stormed out. After she slammed the door, I fucked myself to the most intense orgasm I had ever had. Of course, our marriage was over. She even refused to take back her jewelry, saying she could never wear the watch and ring again after she saw me wearing them while engaged in what she called “such a disgusting act.” I decided to stop pretending to be straight and I’ve been much happier ever since. I love recreating the scene where she caught me. Still, I never show this feminine side to my sexual partners. It would be nice, I thought, to present my true self on gay dating sites. The right photos would pave the way. As expected, I received multiple crude or amateur responses, and it took me a while to sift through them. One message caught my eye. Ed had a photo studio and offered to take some erotic nudes of me with no expectations or cost. The only condition was that if one was really good, I would agree to let him use it in his studio. I would also get all the digital files; Ed would keep nothing. So it seemed perfectly safe. Ed and I connected via email first and he was professional from the start, which I appreciated. I wanted to make sure that, if the mood suited me, he was all right with taking soft-porn-type photos of me pleasuring myself. Ed was totally fine with this and offered to walk me through his non-public online gallery to give me some sense of his work with other male clients. I was thrilled about this and we set a time. Meanwhile, I looked at Ed’s public profile on a gay dating site. He was very attractive, with close-cropped graying hair and beard, and seemed to be fit and muscular. My vision was pulled right to his soft cock; hanging naturally, it seemed to be at least six inches, thick, cut, with hairy balls and pubes. First impression? He was as sexy and masculine as any man I had ever met. Ed and I were to connect via hangout so we he could lead me through the gallery. When it was time, I opened the video chat link. “So, Andy, would you like to see some artful nudes I’ve had hanging in my gallery at one time or another?” “That would be great! I am very interested in guys who kinda started where I am, no experience and no idea what I really want.” Ed replied, “You bet. I think I know what you want to see.” He shared his screen and started going through the gallery quickly, looking for someone specific. “Ah, here he is. This is Joe. He came to me with the same thoughts you have. He had plenty of selfies and gay dating site pics but wanted something a little classier. We met in my studio and all of these were taken in an afternoon. What do you think?” I looked closely at every photo he shared of Joe. Many were relaxed poses on a bed or couch. Joe was naked and semi-aroused in most of the pictures. The lighting was romantic and Joe seemed to be very comfortable displaying his submissive side. “I think these are very sexy,” I said. “I see Joe in mostly the same poses. Can you handle other positions?” “Of course, Andy. Let me find a few others that might be more what you are thinking.” Ed navigated to another client and past his front photos to a second page. “Are these more along the lines of what might want?” The new set of pictures were more explicit. There was one of this new guy with an erection, another of him holding his stiff cock, on all fours, a dildo in his ass. Ed laughed. “I can see by your stares and the silence these pictures have grabbed your attention.” “Fuck, Ed.” I caught myself. “Sorry. I mean, yes, these are exactly what I was looking for. Can I ask you about this session?” “Sure. I am very open.” “Thank you, Ed. For this session, how did this start? What were his thoughts on what he wanted? And the obvious: did it go any further, to pictures of him cumming?” “Great questions, Andy. This is Mark. He wanted some ‘action’ pictures. We started with different poses. Soon enough he was aroused. It just led from there. To answer your last question, yes, Mark did cum very hard at the end of that session.” I was getting hard hearing Ed talk about the photo session. This was exactly what I was looking for. I murmured, “That is really hot.” “Yes, Andy, it is very fucking hot. So, would you like to schedule a session for yourself?” I knew I did. We worked out a time to meet at Ed’s studio. * * * The studio was in an older building downtown, a loft apartment. Ed was wearing a loose-fitting button-up shirt, gym shorts, and sandals. He was even better-looking in person. “Welcome, Andy, please come in.” He hugged me firmly. I could feel his cock through his shorts and realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I felt his strong hands grope my butt. I suspected his embrace was more than just friendly, and I didn’t mind. I immediately noticed the erotic photography on the walls, men in various settings and erotic poses. Ed asked, “Do you like my work?” As I looked at the different photos, I answered, “Very much. They are just great. Very real, very sexy.” Ed chuckled. “You should see the ones I keep in my office. Those are much more...revealing.” “Can we? It might give me some ideas.” I realized that I had said this flirtatiously. This was already becoming something more than a photo session. Ed smiled, took my hand with our fingers interlaced like a couple, and led me down the hallway to a large open room. His hands were large and manly, mine are small and dainty, and I loved the sensation of difference. There were lights set up and cameras on the shelves. I examined the photos on the walls. Fuck! They were all very artistic but also so hot: men aroused, men masturbating, men hard, and men fucking. I just stared, not being able to look away. “Perhaps these might be a little more than you have in mind, but maybe they’re inspiring, too,” Ed said. I walked closer to one in particular. The photo, in black and white, showed a man on all fours. He was being fucked by a rather large cock, and the picture had been taken from the point of view of the top, as if the photographer is the one doing the fucking. “Intense,” I managed to choke out, as I felt myself getting aroused. I was so fixated that I didn’t sense Ed coming up next to me. I felt his hand on my butt and I moved closer to him and put my arm around his waist. He said softly, “Yes, this is a good one. I remember it well. Do you like it?” “Oh, yes, it is very…intimate. I don’t know how you were able to get that point of view, it is incredible. They obviously intended this when they came here, right?” “Oh, it takes some skill, and luck, to be able to capture this in the moment,” Ed said. Then he added, “I think he had this in mind from the start.” I thought he meant when one of the men in the photo made the appointment. He didn’t give me much time to dwell on it. “Let me show you to the changing room.” Ed opened the door to a small room off the studio. “Andy, you can change here or undress, depending on how you want to start. Did you have something in particular you wanted to wear or do you want to go right to naked?” I told him I had brought a special outfit. “OK,” he said, “Take as much time as you want while I set up the lights and equipment.” Ed closed the door behind him. I set my bag down on the couch and started removing my clothes. I fastened a studded leather ring around my cock and balls. Then I donned black lace panties and a clingy woman’s camisole top that highlighted my slender body. I put on my ex’s pretty wristwatch, with its a slender black leather band and small round face, and the diamond solitaire engagement ring that I had resized to fit me. Finally, I added a black leather choker with a silver buckle, which makes me feel submissive and vulnerable, ready to serve my top’s wishes. As I admired myself in the mirror, I started to get hard. My look screamed effeminate bottom, which is exactly who I really am and want any partner to know. Then I heard a light knock on the door. Ed asked, “Everything going alright in there, Andy? I am ready when you are.” I opened the door and stood back so Ed could see. “Do you think this will look OK?” I was very nervous because I wanted Ed to find me attractive. Ed looked me up and down, and said, “You are a very hot-looking sissy.” I could see the male hunger in his eyes. I blushed but I was actually delighted. He went on, “Turn around so I can see the rear view.” He slid his hand up the back of my thighs and ran his strong hands over the curve of my butt. “Yes, Andy, this will be great. These panties fit like they were made for you.” When I turned back to Ed and looked down at his shorts, I saw the prominent outline of his cock head and his obvious, large erection. I looked up and our eyes met. I felt the sexual tension of two gay men about to connect. I smiled shyly at him. Ed took my hand and led me to the couch. “Let’s start with you sitting here, facing me, one leg up.” After a couple of poses and several photos in which my stiff cock made my panties stick out, I looked again at his shorts and noticed a wet spot from his precum. He caught me staring and said, “Sorry for leaking, Andy. I don’t usually do that just by taking pictures.” “No need to apologize,” I said. “I take it as a compliment.” We both laughed. Ed had me pull off the panties, releasing my hard cock. “That’s great, Andy. Just like that, don’t play with your cock yet. Let me take a few.” Then he added, “Turn over so you are on all fours, cock still hanging free.” I did as Ed instructed. While he stood behind me taking pictures, I asked, “You said you don’t normally leak by taking pictures, so when do you start leaking?” He answered, “Usually when a hot sissy bottom is showing me his bubble butt.” I looked over my shoulder at him. His cock was very hard now and VERY prominent in his shorts. I said, “You know, Ed this is the closest I’ve ever been to being in a porn film.” Ed told me he wanted to shift me for another photo from behind. As he bent over my ass, he held on to my butt cheek with one hand. I felt his hard cock poke my exposed ass. “Would you like a toy and try to take some of those pictures?” His hand moved over my ass cheek to my hole and kept his finger there. It felt very warm. “Please, Ed, I would love that.” Ed squeezed my butt cheek and headed to a dresser. I watched as he opened a drawer and pulled out some things. When he came back, I could see he held a six-inch dildo and lube. I was incredibly turned on. So was he – his cock, pushing his shorts out, was bouncing all over the place. Ed came close to me on the couch and showed me the dildo. “Andy, can I help get you ready so this will go in easily?” “That’s very sweet of you, Ed, thank you.” I arched my back and next felt some lube drip onto my ass. Ed rubbed it all over my hole, which started to feel very warm and slick. He then lubed up the toy, used his off hand to spread my hole open a little, and slowly worked the dildo into me. I felt the familiar burning sensation and finally gasped as my sphincter opened to welcome the intruder. I thought, my ass is now a cunt. It felt warm and full. I moaned out loud. “Fuck, Ed, that feels really good.” My cock was dripping precum. “I think these pics will be hot.” “Andy, hold this in you. I need to capture this.” My ass clenched tight around the dildo. Ed got his camera. Then he said, “Mind if I take off my shirt. It’s a little hot in here now.” “Of course not, please do.” I could tell the hand with lube on it had found his hard cock in his shorts. The evidence was obvious. “Don’t stop there,” I urged. “Why not lose those shorts, too? They’re just getting in the way.” He paused and slipped them down. His cock was enormous – long, thick, and glistening with precum. I felt my pulse quicken. My mouth went dry. Now naked except for his black work boots, Ed picked up his camera. “Much better. OK, if you want to slowly work that in and out of you. Perfect.” He got closer and started taking pictures. I grasped the dildo and slid it in and out of me. I knew my pretty wristwatch and diamond ring would be obvious in the photos, and it made me feel more effeminate. Although I had done this many times in the privacy of my apartment, it was much more intense knowing he was snapping photos that other men would see. Ed said, “Now quickly pull it out, Andy, and I will get your hole wide open.” I did as Ed asked. “That’s perfect,” he said. “Your ass is gaping. Wow!” He moved closer and closer, taking pictures. “You are such a sexy princess, Andy. I hope you let me hang one of these in my office.” I shivered when he called me a princess – that was what I used to call my wife. It was thrilling to be called that by another man. “I would love that, Ed!” I exclaimed, in a high, lisping sissy voice. “It would be so flattering.” I was seized by the urge to act slutty for him. So I took the dildo into my mouth and sucked on it. “That’s it, Andy, pretend it is a big wet cock, suck on it,” Ed coaxed. I went down on the dildo with enthusiasm, my eyes closed, imagining it was his cock, tasting my ass. “Yeah, suck on it, suck it like a true faggot, like you can’t get enough.” I heard the camera clicking. Then silence. No more clicks. I heard him breathing a little harder. I opened my eyes and saw Ed stroking his gorgeous cock, watching me. “Want to get some shots of you sucking my cock?” He didn’t wait for an answer – he just kneeled on the couch next to me and leaned in to give me access to his man meat. I wanted, no, needed the real thing. I dropped the dildo and started gently pumping his thick cock. Then I lowered my mouth to its mushroom tip, licked it clean of delicious precum, and sucked him into my mouth. I gently stroked his heavy balls with my slender, girlish fingers. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed my ex’s pretty, feminine watch and her engagement ring. I remembered the moment my wife caught me wearing her jewelry and confronted me about my sexuality. I remembered how turned on I was. It was nothing compared to how aroused I was now. “Suck it, Andy. Do you like my big cock, princess?” Ed asked, while holding the back of my head. I just moaned loudly. Soon his hand left my head and trailed down my back to my exposed, pre-lubed hole. I felt his fingers circling around my hole. In a moment he slid one of his fingers into me. Then two fingers. I moaned around his thick cock. As Ed finger-fucked my ass, I took his cock out of my mouth. “Please fuck me, daddy.” “Oh, Andy, I really want to, but we shouldn’t.” My heart sank. I looked up at him, “Why? Do you have a boyfriend?” “No.” I continued, “Because you don’t fuck your clients?” “No, it isn’t that, Andy.” “Please, Ed, I want you in my cunt so bad. I’ve never wanted a man so much. Don’t you want me, too?” “Andy, I’m poz and not on meds. I really want to fuck you, to take pictures of my cock in you like I did with Mark, but I want you to know the risk.” Here I was, on all fours, in front of a gorgeous man and his gorgeous cock. I had to make that decision. But I knew I already had. “Ed, would you please take pictures of your cock in me, bare?” Ed asked, “Are you sure, Andy? Because once I’m inside you, I won’t stop.” I smiled. “Yes, that’s what I want.” Ed leaned down and kissed me, and our tongues danced together. He held me in his strong grip and I wanted him to never let go. Then he picked up his camera and kneeled behind me. I could feel his cock as he laid it on my crack. He started sliding his cock back and forth across my hole, and I heard the camera clicking. I knew he was taking pictures, which turned me on even more. “Andy, are you ready? Your hole is so wet and ready for my poz cock. Tell me to fuck you now.” “Ed, please...put your big cock in me. Breed me. I need to feel you deep inside me.” Ed stopped sliding, and I felt him pushing his cock down as the head was right at my hole. His big cock started opening me up. The pressure was intensifying as he slowly pushed past my tight anal ring. The familiar burning sensation before the pleasure. Finally I felt myself open to him as my ass welcomed his cock. I heard him grunt. A pause as he stopped pushing. “Princess, my cock head is in you. I need to take some pictures...please hold still.” I could feel Ed’s cock in me, pulsing, as he captured the moment for me. “Fuck, Andy, I know I want to hang this one in my office." I reached behind me and rested my hand on my butt cheek. I knew my ex's watch and ring would be very clear in the photos. If she ever saw them she would know it was me, even without my face. I decided then and there that I would send one of these photos to her, just to shock and repel her to see what a sissy faggot she had married. The thought turned me on even more. After Ed had a few shots, he said, "Your ass is so tight, it just wraps around my cock. Are you ready for more?” To help Ed know how I felt, I pushed back on his cock a little. “Andy, damn...I love it...take my cock as much as you want.” I pushed back on Ed’s cock slowly and steadily, feeling him slide deeply into me. An incredible warmth radiated from my ass throughout my body. I trembled at the sensations. He was stretching my ass more than any man had. I loved it. I knew the dangerous position I was now in, with this poz top man leaking in me. I knew he was not on meds. I had always been careful with my male partners. I didn’t want HIV. But it was too late to stop. I just let him fuck me for his pleasure. Ed put the camera down and grabbed both of my hips with his strong, manly hands to help himself get deep in me. “Please keep fucking me, daddy, don’t stop!” I begged. He started thrusting with full long strokes. “I love watching my cock slide in and out of you,” Ed gasped. As his thrusts quickened, I thought I could feel him swelling. I knew he was close. “Andy, I am going to pull out and cum all over your sexy ass.” I turned my head over my shoulder. “No! Please don’t pull out, Ed. I need to feel you cum inside me...please.” “You want my poz cum, princess?” he asked. It wasn’t really a question. I put my head on the pillow in front of me and gripped it with my dainty hands. They looked so pretty and sexy with my dainty watch and the engagement ring, glistening under the lights. I had never felt so feminine. I was finally the truly female half of a couple, about to be made pregnant by my top’s toxic seed. The moment was perfect. I turned my face toward Ed and shouted, “Breed me with your poz load, daddy! I want it so bad.” Ed picked up the pace, “Oh, yes, princess, you are going to get all of my cum in you.” Faster now, his balls slapping loudly against my ass cheeks. “Get ready,” Ed announced. “Here comes my poz load!” “Fill me with your seed,” I answered. “Poz my cunt.” I couldn’t believe I was begging to be bred by a poz man. But at that moment all I wanted was Ed’s viral load deep in me, changing me. I felt Ed swell and, with one final shove deep in me, start shooting. My cock erupted underneath me. His girth and depth was all it took for us to orgasm together! He kept slamming deep into me, his warm jism filling me. After grunting and shooting, Ed finally collapsed on my back...kissing my shoulders. Then I turned to him and he kissed my deeply as he kept spasming inside me. He said, “Thank you, Andy, that was so fucking hot. I love fucking you.” As he slowly softened and slipped out of my sore ass, I said to him, “I want more, Ed.” And soon he obliged.