justinjt

Wheres that place?

Looks fun.

Hot

Hot.

On 9/24/2022 at 1:11 PM, craems said:

Before Covid I was single and travelled a lot for work. This led to lots of sex and taking quite a few (usually anonymous) loads from strangers. When travel died down during the pandemic I ended up getting a boyfriend who I love dearly. I also cut out sex with strangers and became monogamous. Travel has started up again but I’ve remained faithful - even though being in hotels makes me extremely nostalgic for NSA sex. 

 

Until my most recent trip last week, unfortunately. I decided to download Grindr and convinced myself I would just look around, not to invite someone over. Just wanted to “check it out”. A guy with a blank profile staying in the hotel across the street messaged me. It was a white married dad. 65 5’11. 200lbs 7”cut. His second message said he was with his family on vacation and asked if I wanted to make him cum. I really didn’t want to cheat on my partner - I love him so much. But this guy was so close, and the thought of this old dude sneaking away from his family to come blow his load made me so horny. 

 

After debating it for a few minutes I told the guy yes. He told me to blindfold myself and be waiting on my knees with the door cracked. I gave him the room number and then did as he requested. I figured since I was just going to suck this guy off, and now I wouldn’t even see him…it wouldn’t have to necessarily feel like cheating. Sitting there on my knees blindfolded and naked I hear the door open and this stranger come in and quickly undress. He walks over to me and puts his cock in my mouth. It had definitely been at least a day since he showered, but it tasted incredible. He got hard almost immediately and it felt true to the picture. A solid 7” bone. 

 

After about 10 minutes of sucking and enjoying what tasted like a perfect mix of musk and precum, he asked if he could rim me. I said sure and got up on all fours on the bed. He started to lick and suck my hole which was driving me wild, and I could hear him stroking his spit covered cock which made it even hotter. After a couple minutes of that he stands up and starts to tease my ass with his cock. He asks me if I had condoms as he drags the head of his tool against my freshly rimmed hole. I tense up and tell him no. I remind him I’m only sucking him tonight. “No problem.” He says. “I’m just going to put the head in”. Before I could even respond he has the spit and precum covered head of his cock inside of my hole. After about a minute of popping in and out, I ask him if I can suck him again. Trying anything I can to get him away from my ass. He tells me be patient and then slides about halfway inside of me. Instinctively I push my hole out to try and get him out, but this and the precum he’s leaked inside of me helps him push all the way in. In between moans and whimpers I begged him to take his cock out of me. 

 

He told me not to worry, he wouldn’t fuck me without a condom. He had his wife to protect. He just wanted to feel my hole for a bit before using my mouth again. I don’t know why I believed him, considering he was now slowly sliding his raw shaft in and out of me. He started to pick up speed despite me asking him not to. It felt so good having this stranger inside of me, knowing his wife was right next door. I decided to let him fuck me for a bit before trying again to make him stop. The only sound in the room was my occasional moan I couldn’t hold in…and his big smelly balls slapping my taint with every thrust. I tried not to think about how my boyfriend would feel if he knew that instead of watching Netflix and falling asleep, I was actually using the eye mask he bought me as a blindfold while a chubby married guy twice my age was using his precum as lube in my bare hole. 

 

I realize about ten minutes later that I had accidentally let this guy fuck me into a daze. I forgot that I had asked him numerous times to stop fucking me. I had been playing with my cock and rubbing his balls while he was inside of me. I asked him again to please stop fucking me. He responded with an annoyed tone and told me to calm down. He was just “using my ass to get close, then he’d feed me his load”. I moaned out asking him no to cum in me. “I’ll try” he said. I decided to speed things up by squeezing my hole as tightly as I could, trying to milk him close to orgasm so he’d finish down my throat. It didn’t take long to hear his breathing speed up as he started pounding me. I slid to my stomach to try and get away from him but he fell on top of me and pinned me into the bed. I literally could not get away from him, and I tried. He started methodically pumping in and out of me, breathing into my ear. It was clear to me that he believed me about not wanting to get bred, he just didn’t care. A few more minutes of me trapped underneath him, his sweat dripping on me, I finally feel him tense up. I squirmed but I knew I couldn’t get away. I didn’t expect to feel every spurt of his seed unload inside of me. So powerful and so warm. 

 

He didn’t say a word when he finished. Just pulled his spent dick out of me and put his clothes on. Didn’t even wash off the cum off his cock. I felt so guilty laying there having betrayed my partner. Even though I didn’t want it to happen, I shouldn’t have had the guy over in the first place. I ended up letting 6 other strangers breed me that night. I really didn’t want to, but since this guy had already bred me without my consent, I figured it was no more harm to take as much as I could and get it out of my system. 

 

I have another work trip coming up this week. Hoping I don’t go on the apps. 

So hot.

I like being a cumdump

So hot.

I need to know who's fucking me.

On 1/7/2019 at 7:37 AM, justsexnowatl said:

I doubt it's the actual drug, but the high risk phase you're entering has you all horned up.  I was on tried and "proven" Truvada for about 2.5 years when I decided to be part of a clinical trial for a new prep drug.  I had been vers but topping more due to supply and demand, but when I started the study I pretty much turned into a cumdump taking multiple loads at the bathhouse and sex club and private parties for the first 6 months.  The rush of not knowing about the new drug put my sex drive through the roof, and I wanted to "put it to the test".  Even though I'm not a chaser, the risk of not knowing about the new drug was hot as fuck.  I had never bottomed like I did during that initial possibly risky phase, and I fucking loved it.  The new drug is Descovy and proving to be just as effective but less side effects (bone density, kidneys), so it turns out I wasn't at much risk, but I totally surprised myself how much of a cumdump bottom I became when the potential risk started.  I swung back to being fully vers, and I'm glad since I don't wanna give up breeding hot muscle sluts like you pupcakes!!   

U are such a slut.

Hot story.

On 6/12/2022 at 11:36 AM, Heir2012 said:

Part 1: Will meets Dominic 

I’ve been one of the lead pastors at East Nondenominational Church for two years. I graduated from the seminary at 26, but I found it difficult to find a job at first. I was seen as too young by many. I finally found a church interested, one a few states away, and was possibly too eager when we scheduled a Skype call.

“We’re very impressed, Will” Pastor Kline, the head pastor told me. He was in his fifties, short white hair. He reminded me of my father who was a pastor himself. “All your references speak highly of your orator skills. I believe you’d be a great addition to our church.”

“Really? That’s great. Thank you.”

Pastor Kline’s smile faded somewhat. “There is one thing that myself and Pastor Matthews are concerned about, however.”

“What’s that?”

“We all know that you’re young. And I’ve already assured you that this isn’t a problem. Our concern is that you aren’t married. Now, we know that not everyone gets married, but, seeing as you are a young man, and, may I say, good looking, it is sometimes awkward for members.”

“Why?”

“Young women in the congregation often seek out single pastors or they feel as if they’re prey to them. We just like to make this issue known beforehand.”

“I understand, Pastor Kline,” I told him, feeling a bit awkward hearing him say that I was good looking. I was fit, spending a few hours at the gym each week, making sure I was healthy but not overly muscular. My brown hair and green eyes were often complimented by those I dated, but I never thought much about my appearance. “I’ve dated before,” I told him. “I had a long-term girlfriend in college. It just didn’t work out.”

“I understand. We just want to keep everyone safe. We’d hate to lead anyone into sin.”

“I agree,” I told him. “I’d never do anything to cause anyone to stumble.”

Pastor Kline turned out to be correct. It didn’t take long before I spent every Sunday morning surrounded by women, dropping hints that they were single and interested in going on a date. Whether it was the clear desperation or not, I didn’t find myself interested. It wasn’t for a lack of trying. Sure, I wanted to find someone and get married, have kids, but there was something in the back of my mind that kept me from pursuing this life fully. What it was, I didn’t know. Not yet, at least.

A Sunday morning came when I stood out in the lobby greeting our members as they came in. I flashed my smile, shaking hands, avoiding the stares from the women who wanted me to propose. As I shook hands, I noticed a man enter the front doors that I had never seen before. He was a large guy, bald, around forty if I had to guess. He was wearing a short sleeve black shirt which showed off large muscles and hairy forearms, tattoos around his biceps. His black jeans were tight, showing strong legs. It wasn’t like we had never had anyone like him here before, but there was something in the way this man carried himself, something in his essence, that captivated me, causing me to take notice.

Without realizing, I found myself drawn to him, seeking him out so that I could shake his hand.

“Hello,” I said. “I’m Pastor Ryder. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“First time,” he said, his voice low, a bit of a rasp. He took my hand and shook it. He had a firm grip. “I’ve driven past here for years. Decided to step inside for a change.”

“I’m glad that you did,” I said.

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes looking from my face and moving down my suited body to my shoes. The corner of his mouth turned into a grin. “Same here,” he said. “I’m not much of a God person.”

“That’s alright,” I told him. “God finds us wherever we are.”

“Does he?”

I could tell that the man was playing a game, taunting me. I wasn’t easily aggravated, so I knew I could take whatever he gave out. “I don’t think I caught your name,” I said.

“Dominic Moore,” he said.

“Well, Mr. Moore, we’re glad to have you here. The service is about to start. Pastor Kline is preaching today. I think you’ll love to hear his message. If you have any questions for me, let me know. I’ll be here after the service.”

“Is that a promise?” he asked. He passed me and entered the sanctuary, glancing back once and catching my eye.

I stood frozen until I lost sight of him. I shook off whatever caused this momentary confusion and darted to my office. I had to sit down for a second, alone. I caught my breath, unable to understand why I was feeling so flustered. I had never felt like this before. I felt as if I had just worked out. My heart was pounding quickly, sweat collecting around my hairline. I checked my armpits and found that I had started to sweat through my dress shirt. While no one would notice, I felt uncomfortable. I had a change of shirt in one of my drawers just in case.

I took it out and started to change. As I tucked in the new shirt, my hand grazing my crotch and I nearly collapsed from the sensation. It had been several days since I last jerked off, making me sensitive, but I’d never felt like this before. I tried to push down the need to touch myself, but found it difficult. I closed my eyes and started to breathe deep, calming myself. In my mind, the image of Dominic Moore standing in front of me was clear as day. I could see his chiseled face, his strong, tatted, hairy arms. I could feel his hand in mine. My eyes opened and I found my hand firmly grasping my cock. Shocked and a bit disgusted, I quickly finished dressing myself and returned to the lobby. I was going to pretend that nothing had happened, because nothing had. Everything was fine. Wasn’t it?

Dominic was on top of me. His strong body, muscles rippling under sweaty skin, weighed down on me. His chest was covered in hair, his musk collected within the follicles. I could smell him, my head dizzy from the natural smell of man. His eyes were focused on mine.

“How does that feel?”

“Incredible,” I said. I glanced down and saw my legs wrapped around his waist, my cock and balls rubbing against his abs as he buried his enormous, veiny cock into my butt. I felt myself tearing open, as if every part of myself was opening up to him, allowing him inside me in every way possible. I felt full. I felt as if I couldn’t imagine existing in any other way.

His rhythm increased as he started grunting, sweat covering our bodies. His cock brushed against my prostate, sending my cock into overdrive. I wasn’t even touching myself and I could still feel a powerful orgasm surging forward.

“Ready, baby?”

“Do it. Cum in me. Take me, Dom.”

“Here it comes.”

My eyes shot open as I started cumming. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My chest was heaving, my heart racing. I fumbled in the dark and turned on the lamp next to my bed. The light hurt my eyes at first until they grew accustomed. Searching the room, I found I was alone. Why was that a surprise? Of course I was alone. Why would someone be there with me? Who would be there with me? I checked the time. 4 a.m.

I sat up, finding my sheets sticking to my body. I was sweating profusely. I threw off my covers and looked down, my boxers tented and soaked through. The smell of cum hit me, my head spinning from the sweet smell and the pungent odor of my sweating body. I was getting high off myself, something I had never done before. What was happening?

I lifted the waistband and found globs of cum intermixed in my pubes, soaking into the boxer fabric. It had been a while since I had had a wet dream. I tried to climb out of bed to change, but I felt too weak. Collapsing back into bed, I closed my eyes and tried to remember what I had been dreaming about.

“Here it comes.”

Dominic Moore. I’d dreamt about Dominic Moore. I could see his face. I could feel the weight of his body on mine. I could smell his sweat. I could feel his hairy chest pressed against mine. I could feel his huge cock pumping into—

I stopped, looking down at my hand. Without realizing, I’d scooped up some of my cum and brought it to my mouth, a few stray pubic hairs mixed in. I stared down at the mess, the smell of the fresh cum filling my nose. I’d never tasted my cum before. I’d never wanted to. It seemed gross to eat something that came out of your body. Still, something about the smell was intoxicating, sweet and inviting. My mouth slowly opened as I inserted my hand, running my tongue along my cum-soaked fingers. It was a taste unlike anything I had ever had. It was salty but also sweet. The warmth was inviting, as if I was returning it to where it belonged. I swallowed and savored the feeling, licking my lips.

Then I realized what I’d done. My hand was shaking, the cum residue sticking to my skin. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, washing my hand and stripping off my boxers. I cleaned myself up as well as I could, but I couldn’t erase the image of Dominic Moore on top of me, inside of me. I couldn’t escape the feeling I had felt, wanting him there, wanting him to take me. I wasn’t gay. I’d never thought of another man like this. Why was I now? What was going on?

After my dream about Dominic, I couldn’t get back to sleep. All I could do was see his face. I wandered into my office the next day in a daze. I sat at my computer trying to plan out my next sermon, but instead of God, all I could think about was Dominic. I tried to push past the dream, but my recurring erection kept me returning to the moment when I could see in Dominic’s eyes a sinister lusting unlike anything I’d ever seen before. I was mesmerized.

“Will,” Pastor Kline said, knocking on my door. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, fine,” I said, trying to supply a convincing smile.

“Are you sure? I said hello when you walked by my office and you looked like you were in a trance or something.”

“Nothing like that,” I told him. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“You’re too young to be having sleeping problems.”

“Nothing like that. It’s just… can I talk to you Mark?”

“Sure,” he said, closing the door and sitting down. “What’s up?”

“I’ve been feeling… guilty, I guess.”

“About what?”

“Well, um.” There’s no way I can tell Pastor Kline about my dream. What would he think? How would I even begin to explain? “I’m feeling guilty over a dream I had last night.”

“A dream?” he said, staring at me until his eyes grew wide. “Oh, I see. A dream.”

“I’ve felt guilty all day. I feel like I did something I shouldn’t have.”

“Did you?”

“Well, I guess not. Not really. I just had a dream.”

“Listen, Will, you’re a young guy. That kind of thing happens to young guys. It still happens to me on occasion. Dreams are outside of our control. I’m guessing you…”

I nodded.

“Think of it as a freebee,” he said. “You didn’t do it to yourself. Sometimes, our bodies need to release and create a scenario in which it’s possible. You didn’t do anything wrong. Trust me.”

“Alright. If you’re sure.”

“I’m positive.” He stood up and started toward the door, stopping just out in the hall. “By the way, there was a new visitor on Sunday who sent me an email, saying he wanted to stop by sometime this week and meet with you. He said you greeted him at the door and found you personable. He says he’d like to talk with you.”

“Did you get a name?”

“Dominic Moore, I believe,” Pastor Kline said.

“Dominic Moore,” I said, my voice catching. “He wants to meet with me?”

Pastor Kline nodded. “He said he enjoyed talking with you. I’ll forward you the email so you can respond.”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to meet with him instead?” I asked, trying to restrain the worry in my voice. At the same time, I scooted closer to my desk, hiding the boner which was starting to form. “You are the head pastor after all.”

“Will, you need to have confidence in yourself. This is a part of our job. When God sends us someone asking for our help, we need to welcome him in. Don’t you agree?”

“Of course,” I said, faking a smile. “I’ll email him before I leave.”

“I’ll send you his email.”

Once Pastor Kline was gone, I slumped down in my chair, reeling as my hard cock smashed against the underside of my desk. How am I supposed to meet with Dominic when I can’t get through a conversation without getting a hard-on? Nothing made sense. I wasn’t gay, and yet here I was unable to think about anyone other than this man who’d I’d met once. I met guys at the gym all the time and never had issues like this before. Why now? And why did Dominic want to talk with me? There was no way I made that good of an impression.

My computer alerted me to a new email. I opened it and found the forwarded email from Dominic. Everything Pastor Kline had told me was true. Dominic wanted to meet with me. I started a new email accepting the meeting, telling him to come to my office whenever it suited him best. Before I hit send, I looked at his email name and found “Hazard4U” on the screen. I guess we’ll see, I thought.

___________________________________________________________________________________________

I've got a lot of the story written, though it's not done yet. Not sure where it will end, but there is plenty more to come. 

Fucking hot.

On 1/7/2019 at 7:37 AM, justsexnowatl said:

I doubt it's the actual drug, but the high risk phase you're entering has you all horned up.  I was on tried and "proven" Truvada for about 2.5 years when I decided to be part of a clinical trial for a new prep drug.  I had been vers but topping more due to supply and demand, but when I started the study I pretty much turned into a cumdump taking multiple loads at the bathhouse and sex club and private parties for the first 6 months.  The rush of not knowing about the new drug put my sex drive through the roof, and I wanted to "put it to the test".  Even though I'm not a chaser, the risk of not knowing about the new drug was hot as fuck.  I had never bottomed like I did during that initial possibly risky phase, and I fucking loved it.  The new drug is Descovy and proving to be just as effective but less side effects (bone density, kidneys), so it turns out I wasn't at much risk, but I totally surprised myself how much of a cumdump bottom I became when the potential risk started.  I swung back to being fully vers, and I'm glad since I don't wanna give up breeding hot muscle sluts like you pupcakes!!   

It's so sexy.

7 hours ago, ErosWired said:

On the one hand, I don’t cross-dress, so can’t speak to that area of your question. On the other, I’m a father of two, and bringing a child into the world rearranges your priorities in a radical way, very, very quickly. Unless, of course, you’re a piece of shit for a parent.

When the child appears, the calculus changes - your life is no longer all about you anymore. There’s a growing, developing human being who cannot fend for itself, and you brought it to this hostile environment. It’s on you to ensure that that new person gets needs met and gets the best possible running start at launching off into life. And God knows it ain’t easy.

Will you have to give up putting on women’s clothes and taking cock from strangers? Possibly, for a while. It will depend on what impact that activity might have on the child. Does it risk the destruction of the family unit the child depends on? If so, then, yes, you probably need to suck it up for a while and be a dad instead of a sissy slut. You bought the dad ticket, now you’re on the dad train. (It never really comes to a stop, but it will slow down in about 18-21 years.)

I realize that telling you that you may need to set aside an aspect of your sexuality for a time seems like a steep order. But I can also tell you what can happen if you don’t. If your spouse (I’m assuming spouse, though you only call her “your girl”) learns of your behavior and decides that she isn’t willing to put up with that, you could face a breakup of the relationship - regrettable for you, but catastrophic for a child who will not be raised with both parents. Yes, it happens all the time, and children survive. But I’m not speaking theoretically. I’m speaking from experience. My two grew up in two separate houses on shared time, and it has hurt them.

Only you can decide what your priorities are, and where your values lie. Only you can tell how much you’re willing to sacrifice for the love of your child. I don’t envy you the choices you have to face.

I do congratulate you on your coming fatherhood.

U have two kids? U married to man or woman? It's hot seeing pig cheating on their wives though.

that's hot.

@Justin_jt

please

so hot

wow

good

i love ur story

keep going dude.

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On 12/3/2018 at 6:59 AM, BarebackRegrets said:

5pm hit on that fateful day 6 years ago, and I couldn't resist taking one last look at David before I left. He was sound asleep, but he looked worse than when I saw him earlier that day. He was having a fitful, disturbed sleep, and my cock stirred as I watched. My phone buzzed, a pic from the boyfriend:

https://assets.s3xstatic.com/bz/uploads/monthly_2018_12/Mollie-King-AJ-Pritchard-together-Strictly-1194637.thumb.jpg.a3157e976b314ad4f23893850da7b8b9.jpg

'Just finished at the gym - horny. Hurry up! :p' Fuck. My cock was raging all the way home, thinking about how hard I was going to fuck him, as well as how hard David had made me. As I went through the door, I didn't even speak as I pushed him against the wall. I turned him around, slipped down his shorts and slid my cock into his tight hole. 10 minutes of frantic fucking later and the boyfriend was well and truly bred. We fucked again that night as we got to bed, and I have to admit my mind wandered to David more than once.

After a busy week, I have to admit that I didn't get to have much time with David. We had three deaths that first week, all older ladies, and I have to admit that working at the hospice was taking its toll. I hated my old boss for sending me here, and was looking forward to my next rotation. I had headed in one Sunday morning, bleary eyed, and in desperate need of coffee. The boss came over. "Mr. Pearce has asked for you. I have to admit that I very much doubt he has long left. If he survives the night, it'll be a miracle". I was stunned, and I have to admit that it gave me pause for thought. "Why does he want me?" She looked over her mousy glasses with her mousy eyes. "I don't know, but I'd like you to stay with him today. It's just me and you in but the rest of the patients are stable".

I headed to David's room and knocked. He looked dreadful, but he managed to lift a hand and beckon me in. "Th - thank - thank you for... coming" he managed to wheeze. I dispensed with the gloves and sat down next to him, holding his skeletal hand. "How are you David?" He looked at me for a while and smiled. "Ready for the end". He seemed at peace, which was good, but I was surprised. "Are you scared?" He seemed to think about it for a moment. "No, I made my decision and I don't regret it". He winced in pain, and I smoothed what little hair he had left. We sat in silence for a while, my semi-hard cock making me blush. How could I be turned on by a man who was suffering like this? None of it made sense, but David's condition was what I had dreamed for myself so many nights with my cock in my hand.

The door opening startled me, but as the boss walked in she didn't seem to notice. "I'm heading out to lunch, please bleep me if you need anything. Nurse Bateman will stay with you Mr. Pearce". She looked at my hand, holding David's. "Gloves, Nurse Bateman," she stayed sternly as she headed out of the room. "She's right," said David. "You should wear gloves near me, I'm toxic". I shook my head. "I don't want to wear gloves". He smiled wickedly. "Not afraid of the bug then?" I paused for a second. "In fact, the bug turns me on more than anything". He looked at me slyly, his grin betraying his cracked and toothless gums. "Oh, so you're a chaser then?" I'd never described myself as a chaser before, but I decided that now was as good a time as ever to seal my own fate. "Yes, I am". I put my hand onto his stomach, feeling it heaving slowly under the blanket. I worked my hand down slightly, towards his cock, and as my hand brushed it I could feel it pulsing, rock hard and straining against the blanket.

"Are you- are you sure? A young, healthy boy like you, this strain will eat you alive". My cock jumped, and I nodded as I rubbed his cock through the blanket. "I want it". He smiled at me. "Strip for me - sl-slowly". I stood up, and took off my tunic. He gasped as he saw my skintight t-shirt, and he moaned slightly as I peeled it off slowly. I kicked off my shoes and then undid my pants. I peeled them off slowly, and stood back up, the cold of the room making me shiver slightly as I stood in my black briefs. I turned around, and pushed down my briefs, bending over as I took them off. I could hear David playing with himself as he watched, and as I turned back around he had pushed off the blanket and had his cock in his hand. It was rancid, and I could smell it from the middle of the room. It was covered in lesions, and sores, and puss filled blobs. The boss was right, David definitely had other STIs. Gonorrhea for certain, as well as herpes. I suddenly felt strange. My healthy body, which I had looked after for so long, was about to be corrupted. I was at the height of health and fitness, and I was about to destroy it all. A voice was screaming at me, telling me to put my clothes back on and leave, but my cock was pulling me forward.

I climbed onto the bed, and took David's cock in my hand. A pus filled bulb popped as I stroked it, and I took the pus into my hand and fingered it into my hole. I was invading my body with disease, and my cock strained harder than it had ever been before. David looked at my body hungrily. "You are stunning". I smiled as I shuffled forward, taking his hands and putting them onto my chest. "Enjoy my body," I said, as I lined his raging cock up against my ass. This was it. No turning back after this. I was about to seal my fate. I was about to introduce a fast-acting HIV strain into my body. It was going to feed on me, my body the perfect vessel for such a deadly disease to do its work. I shook as I took the plunge, sliding down onto David's shaft. I could feel the swollen head pushing into me, and as my hole gave way I felt another pus bulb pop. The pus made it easier for the cock to slide into me, and I reached around, taking the pus and rubbing it along my cock and into my slit, making sure it infected me all over my tool.

David moaned as he fondled my body, and I rocked up and down on his cock gently. "Are- you-you- sure?" I nodded silently, and moaned as I clamped down on his cock. His head was rolling around, lost in sexual ecstasy, I was frantically beating my cock, excited to shoot my last neg load all over David. I knew that he would enjoy that. I worked more of the pus into my cock, rubbing my hands over his lesions and then over my body. I was lost in it - I wanted disease. I wanted infection. I wanted my perfect, healthy body to be destroyed. And I wanted to do what I suspect had been David's work and spread it as much as possible.

I was grinding on David now, my body making hard, rhythmic movements as his diseased cock impaled me. "I'm close - are... you sure?" I looked deep into his eyes. "Yes, please, please, cum in my fucking hole!" He grinned, fondling my body harder as he started to moan louder. "Oh fuck..." he said. "Oh fuck this is it". I rubbed my cock harder than I'd ever rubbed it before. "Please yes! Oh please, fucking cum in me! Cum in my hole!" His head lolled around, and his hands clamped down on my pecs as he screamed. "I'm cumming!" My last ever neg load spurted out of my cock as David shot my death sentence up my hole. I felt his cock spasm as his toxic cum poured into my guts, and my cock continued to explode as billions of viruses flooded into me. I leaned down to kiss David, a long, deep kiss, making sure I rubbed my lips and tongue over his huge, seeping cold sore. We lay for a few minutes, him stroking my hair as I let his cum pool inside me.

I realized that the boss could come in any minute, so I climbed off of David, cum pouring out of me. I caught as much of it as I could and fingered it back into my hole as I headed over to the bathroom at the side of the room. I splashed my face with cold water and washed my hands. I took a good look at myself in the mirror. 'Fuck' I thought. I could feel my cock hardening again as I thought about what had just happened, but I knew I had to get back to being a nurse - unfortunately. I went back into the room and gently cleaned David up, tucking him back in. He smiled at me wistfully, and I quickly got dressed. "Thank you David - thank you". I pulled my t-shirt back over my head. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did". I put my tunic back on and made sure I looked presentable. "Is there anything I can get for you David?" David?" My heart sank as I realized he had passed away...

 

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