rapazsolitario

That was a hot one. You should write the story of Steve pozzing his own son. That would be hot.

That's a hot story

Note: I didn't remember this story anymore, but since it appeared in my notifications, I decided to write another part after 4 years. I hope you like it. PART III He was still suspicious when our kiss ended. I pulled back slightly to gauge his reaction. Luke's eyes searched mine, the uncertainty in them unmistakable. The lights coming in through the window reflected off the wetness of our lips, casting a rainbow of doubt across his face. "I don't know, man," Luke said, his voice thick with hesitation. "I just found out I'm HIV positive. Having sex without a condom doesn't seem like a good idea." The way his eyes searched mine, the vulnerability in his voice, it was like he was handing me a secret wrapped in fear and hope. "Luke," I said, taking a step closer, my hand reaching for his, "I'm HIV positive too. And it won't be a problem for me. I can see you want this just as much as I do." His gaze dropped to the bulge in his pants, and he took a deep, shaky breath. "Dude, I'm Luke O'Brien, the star player on the biggest hockey team in town. I can't have HIV. Being gay is hard enough." I was surprised. I had no idea this guy was a local celebrity when I first fucked him. I was never really into sports, so his name didn't mean much to me. But now, it added a thrilling twist to our encounter. "I'm Colton Andrews," I said, my grip on his hand tightening. "But my friends call me Colt. I'm just a fucked up bartender. I have no money, no fame, but I want you to put that dick inside me. I don't care if you have AIDS or any other disease, I just want you to fuck me raw. Can you focus on that?" To drive my point home, I reached down and firmly grabbed his dick over his pants. He gasped, his eyes going wide, and for a moment, I thought I had pushed too far. But then, something shifted in his expression. It was like a dam had broken, and the raw, primal need took over. He nodded, and the tension between us grew thicker than my wrist. Inside my bedroom, I pushed him against the wall, the paint cold and rough against my fingertips. The room smelled faintly of sex and cheap cologne, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us. Our clothes fell in a tangled mess on the floor, a testament to our haste. I could feel his heart hammering against my chest as we kissed again, his hands fumbling with my belt. The sound of metal clinking and fabric ripping filled the air as we both gave in to our carnality. Luke's skin was hot and slick with sweat, and I could taste the salt on his lips as we kissed with a hunger that was almost painful. When we finally made it to my bed, the mattress creaked in protest under our combined weight. We didn't bother with the lights, letting the moon spill in through the blinds, casting us in a soft, bluish glow. I laid back, my heart racing as Luke climbed over me, his muscular body straddling mine. He positioned my legs over his broad shoulders, his eyes never leaving mine as he lined up his hard, bare cock with my eager hole. "I want you to fuck me with that poz cock and cum deep inside me," I told him, my voice a hoarse whisper. The words hung in the air, thick with desire and challenge. Luke searched my gaze, his expression a mix of lust and apprehension. "Are you sure, man?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "I want it as much as you do," I assured him, feeling the heat of his body pressing into me. "I want your poison inside me. I want your poz babies." The room seemed to hold its breath as the reality of what we were about to do sank in. His eyes went dark, his pupils dilating with a newfound hunger. "This is crazy," he murmured, "but I've never felt this horny before." I took a deep breath, feeling a shiver of excitement run down my spine. "Then fuck me hard," I urged him. "I know I'm not usually a bottom, but tonight, I want you to give it your all. Don't hold back." With a nod, Luke positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance and pushed in, slow and deliberate. I felt the head of his dick stretch me open, the sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced. "I've never fucked anyone without a condom before," he said, his voice strained with restraint. "This will be the first of many times," I reassured him, gritting my teeth as he invaded me further. "Now you don't need to use protection anymore." With a final, deep breath, Luke gave in to his instincts and plunged into me, his cock disappearing to the hilt with a wet slap that echoed through the quiet room. I gasped, my body tightening around him, the pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. It had been a long time since I had been fucked raw, and the feeling was overwhelming. He began to thrust, his movements at first tentative, as if he were afraid of breaking me. But as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for another bruising kiss, he picked up the pace. Our bodies moved in a rhythm that seemed to have been written in our very DNA, two desperate men seeking solace and pleasure in each other's embrace. Each thrust was a declaration of want and need, a silent agreement to share our darkest secrets, our deepest fears. We were two men, bound by a shared fate, seeking to find something hot in the chaos of our lives. And as Luke's cock filled me up, as his warm, sticky precum leaked into me, I knew that for this one night, we had found it. "Fuck me harder," I begged him, my voice hoarse from the passion. "Cum inside me. Give me your poz seed." "I can't last much longer if you keep saying things like that," he said. "But it's true, I want your poz seed so bad," I almost cried. The words seemed to have an electric effect on him. His eyes snapped open, and his pupils were so dilated that his irises had almost disappeared. "Oh, fuck," he groaned. "That's so hot." "Does it turn you on?" I asked, my own voice thick with arousal. He nodded, his breathing becoming more ragged. "Yeah, it does." So, I kept saying it, whispering it into his ear as his cock slammed into me over and over again. "Cum inside me. Give me your charged up seed." The room was a cacophony of sounds, the slap of skin on skin, the creak of the bed, and our harsh, animalistic gasps for air. And with each repetition of those words, Luke's movements grew more urgent, more demanding. He was close, I could feel it in the way his muscles tensed around me. I fought my own urge to cum, because I didn't want to waste even a drop of my precious cum. I had a better destiny for my seed. "Give me your charged load," I said again, and something in me snapped. It was more than just a desire for release; it was a craving for a deeper connection, a bond forged in the fire of our shared fate. With a guttural roar, Luke buried his face in my neck and drove into me one final time. I felt his cock pulse deep within me, his hot, thick cum filling me up as he came. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that seemed to resonate through every fiber of my being. As we lay there, panting and sweaty, I could feel his cock slowly softening inside me. His cum was leaking out, painting a warm trail down my thigh, a physical reminder of what we had shared. And in that moment, I felt something that I hadn't felt in a long time, a sense of belonging. We stayed like that for a while, not speaking, just feeling the aftershocks of our passion rippling through us. And when he finally pulled out, we both knew that we had crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed. But we didn't care. And as we lay there, entangled in the messy sheets, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey. Together, we would face the judgments and the fears that came with a reality that was as raw and as real as the sex we had just shared. "How are you feeling?" I asked, my voice gentle and soothing, stroking his hair. "Man, that was hot," he murmured, his heart still racing from the intense climax. "I never thought I could get this horny." I stroked his sweat-soaked hair, feeling a warmth spread through me that had everything to do with the heat of the moment. "Poz sex is the best kind of sex, isn't it?" I whispered, smiling into the crook of his neck. "Yeah," he breathed out, his voice still shaky. "It was the best sex of my life." I felt a twinge of satisfaction at his words. It wasn't about the ego boost; it was knowing that I had given him something he had never experienced before. Something that had allowed him to let go of the fear that had been gripping him so tightly. "Are you still freaking out about finding out you have HIV?" I asked, my voice gentle. He took a moment to think, then looked up at me with a surprising glint in his eye. "It's still a little scary," he admitted. "But I also feel... free." The words hung in the air between us, charged with the weight of his newfound liberation. "I've been scared of it my whole life," he continued, "but now I know I can have sex with anyone without worrying. And without using a condom..." He trailed off, his eyes glazing over with lust as he thought about the possibilities. "I don't think I'll ever be able to use one again after what we just did." The power of those words was not lost on me. This was a man who had just been handed a new lease on life, a man who had been given permission to indulge in his desires without the fear of judgment or repercussion. And I was the one who had given it to him. "If you're willing to follow me," I said, my voice low and seductive, "this is just the beginning. I want to help you fulfill all your wildest fetishes. Whatever you think is morally wrong, it won't be [banned word] for me. Think of this opportunity as a gift." He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my chest. "Okay then," he said, his voice thick with sleep. "Thanks for the gift." And with that, he closed his eyes and let himself drift off, nestled in the safety of my arms. I looked down at him, my own cock still hard as a rock, but I knew it could wait. Tonight had been about more than just my pleasure; it had been about giving Luke something that he had never allowed himself to experience. But the hunger inside me was growing, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before I would need to satisfy it. Before I could act on it, though, I needed to make sure he was truly ready to walk this path with me. As he slept, I traced the curve of his spine with my fingertips, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. The moon cast a soft glow across the room, highlighting the contours of his muscular back and the tattoos that snaked down his arms. His breathing grew even, his chest rising and falling with each deep inhale and exhale. I watched him for a few moments more, then slid out of bed, careful not to wake him. I walked over to the window, the cool air sending goosebumps across my skin. The city sprawled out before me, a sea of lights and shadows, and I knew that in the vast expanse of the night, there were others like us. Others who craved the same raw, unbridled connection that we had just shared. And with a smirk, I realized that Luke was just the beginning. Together, we would explore every dark corner of our desires, pushing the boundaries of what was accepted and what was forbidden. It was a journey I had been on before, but with him by my side, it felt like I was starting anew.

Another story with the daddies would be cool, but the sex part should have more details. But it was a good story.

This is so good, I hope he gets fucked next chapter

That's nice

Damn, I wish there was more, that was a promising story

Where is part 2?

I wish the sex part had more details, but it's a nice story

I have always had a rape fantasy too

I'm not really into betrayal when they are married to a guy (I'm ok if it's a woman), but that's a good start and I want more.

This is a really good story and I want more. Can't wait for daddy to fuck Ethan too

Author's note: Thank you so much for all the feedback I've received so far. The next part is a little heavier, but it's also a lot hotter. Please leave a comment letting me know how you're enjoying it, because that encourages me to keep going. 03 CARLO Tony pulled out his dick and held it in front of my face, as he made me get on my knees. The smell of his arousal mixed with the stench of the room. "You're going to suck it," he ordered, pushing it towards my mouth. "And if you do a good job, I might just let you keep your teeth." Panic set in as I realized the gravity of my situation. I was knee-deep in the underbelly of the mafia, and my only hope was to play along. I didn't want to do it, but the alternative was unthinkable. I opened my mouth and took him in, my eyes watering from the sheer revulsion. Tony's grip on my head tightened as he began to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each movement sent waves of nausea through me, but I focused on breathing through my nose, trying not to gag. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling and pushing, setting a pace that was both agonizing and degrading. “Good boy,” he said. “You suck dick like a pro, I don’t think I’m your first.” My mind raced with thoughts of escape, of the people I'd put in jail, of the lives I'd ruined in my pursuit of justice. Was this the price? Was I going to die here, on my knees, in the dirt? I tried to push the thoughts away, focusing instead on the feel of the cold concrete beneath my knees, the taste of his skin, the roughness of his grip. Anything to keep from breaking down completely. As Tony's breathing grew ragged, I knew the end was near. I braced myself, hoping that once he was finished with this sick game, he'd have no further use for me and let me go. But the fear remained, a cold, hard stone in my stomach, because I knew that with Tony Mancini, there were no guarantees. No matter what happened next, this night was going to change me forever. Suddenly, Tony's movements stopped, and he pulled away, looking at me with a disgusted sneer. I didn't dare to move, the taste of him still in my mouth. He wiped his hand across my lips, smearing the saliva and bile that had pooled there. The humiliation was complete. I had never felt so dirty, so utterly violated. I wanted to vomit, to purge the very thought of this monster from my body. And so, I did. The bile rose in my throat and spilled onto the cold, concrete floor. The room swam around me, the smell of vomit mixing with the stench of the room. I coughed and choked, my eyes watering, my nose burning. Tony took a step back, his expression a mix of amusement and revulsion. He wiped his cock with a handkerchief, tucking it back into his pants with an air of nonchalance. "Stand up," he barked, his voice like a whip crack. I stumbled to my feet, my legs shaking. The ropes that bound my hands made it difficult to balance, and the feeling of his precum on my chin was nauseating. Tony grabbed the ropes and pulled me towards the chair, forcing me to lean over it. "Please," I begged, my voice weak and trembling. "Please, don't do this." But Tony ignored my pleas. With one violent yank, he pulled down my pants, exposing my bare ass to the cold air. I felt his cock brush against me, and I knew what was coming next. The fear grew inside me like a tumor, spreading through every cell in my body. He didn't say a word as he pushed himself into me. The pain was like nothing I had ever felt before, a searing agony that ripped through me like a hot knife. I screamed, but it was muffled by the walls. I felt the chair dig into my stomach as I was held in place, unable to do anything but take his brutal assault. I was never interested in men like that, but now I was getting fucked by one. And then, just as suddenly as it had started, Tony stopped. The pressure was unbearable, and I knew he was fully inside me. He leaned over, pressing the cold metal of a gun against my forehead. "Tell me you love it," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Tell me you want to get fucked by me." My mind reeled. I didn't know how much more of this I could take. But the gun was a stark reminder that resistance was futile. Through gritted teeth, I forced out the words. "I love it," I lied. "I want it deeply." Tony chuckled, a sick, twisted sound that sent a shiver down my spine. He began to thrust again, the gun still pressing against my forehead, a constant threat of what would happen if I didn't play along. I felt my body betray me, my muscles clenching around him despite my mind's screams. My cock was hard as a rock. This was it. This was the price I paid for crossing the Cosa Nostra. And as the pain became a numbness, and the room faded away, I realized that there was no escape, no redemption. I was at the mercy of Tony Mancini, and all I could do was pray for the strength to survive. "Are you at least wearing a condom?", I asked. "Do you feel a condom?", he replied with another question. "I'm going to breed you." My heart stopped. This wasn't just about power or information anymore; it was about something far more twisted. I felt the heat of his body, the slickness of his skin, and knew he was bare. This was real. This was happening. I had to keep my legs from giving out as he began to thrust into me, the mental pain unbearable. Each stroke was like a hammer to my soul, and all I could do was take it. Tony's grip on my hips was ironclad, his breathing growing more ragged with each push. I could feel his cock stretching me, tearing me apart. And with each thrust, the cold reality of my situation sank deeper into me. He was fucking me without a condom. The thought of what that could mean made me want to die right there. But I couldn't. I had to survive this. Minutes passed that felt like hours, the pain a constant reminder of my fate. And then, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, Tony's grip tightened, and he groaned, his body going tense. He was about to cum. Inside me. Panic set in, and I struggled, trying to pull away, but his hold was too strong. And then, the inevitable. The hot spurt of his seed filled me, and I felt my body convulse around him. The feeling was alien, wrong, and I knew I would never be the same. The moment seemed to last an eternity, his cock pulsing, my body shuddering in pain and disgust. Finally, he pulled out, leaving me to collapse onto the chair. I could feel his cum leaking out of me, running down my thigh, the warm stickiness a stark contrast to the cold floor. Tony stepped back, zipping up his pants with a smug look on his face. "Good boy," he said, and then the words that sealed my fate. "I just found out I have HIV, you are the first person to receive my swimmers. I'm gonna fuck you every day to make sure I make you positive." The room spun. The air grew thick with the weight of his confession. I had just been infected with a death sentence, a parting gift from a monster who had enjoyed every second of my degradation. And the worst part is that hearing the man say that made my cock throb and get even harder. Luckily, he didn't notice. As Tony left the room, locking the door behind him, I was left alone with the echo of his laughter and the sticky evidence of his depravity. I was no longer Carlo the journalist, the fearless seeker of truth. I was a broken shell, used and discarded by a man with no conscience. I was a raped man, with cum running down my legs. Even if I managed to escape, I would never be able to return to my normal life. I would never be able to be with my fiancée again. The tears fell then, hot and fast. I didn't know what was worse, the pain in my ass or the pain in my heart. I had been so sure that my work would make a difference, that I could bring down these animals. But here I was, a mere plaything for Tony Mancini. In the eyes of the powerful people in the mafia, I was just an inflatable doll. I knew then that my life had changed, irrevocably. The fear of HIV was a constant companion, whispering in my ear, reminding me of what had been stolen from me. But amidst the despair, a spark of anger grew. I would not let this be the end of me. I would find a way to get out of that place and bring them all down. I would not let Tony or the Cosa Nostra win. I was Carlo Barbieri after all.

I would love to read more, I want to see this teacher earning some money with that ass