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The Photoshoot Chapter 1: To say Austin is pissed is a huge understatement. He specifically told his boyfriend he was not going with him to this photoshoot under no uncertain terms, but Blake insisted anyway, saying he goes with him to almost every other shoot, so he saw nothing wrong with going to this one. Austin didn’t bother to point out that Blake only goes to the shoots where Austin might be modelling underwear or swimsuits, he doesn’t both if it’s something completely vanilla like sweaters or jeans. Normally he’d preen under Blake’s jealous, possessive behaviour but today is not the day. This isn’t a typical photoshoot, he just lied hoping Blake would buy it but the second he saw the package of lingerie Austin bought for himself for the shoot, he immediately jumped on going. The shoot is for Blake, a small series of boudoir pictures Austin was hoping to surprise Blake with as an anniversary present, but his loving boyfriend seems determined to ruin his gift. He even tried to play the my-agent-doesn’t-want-visitors-on-the-set card, but Blake threatened to call his agent and hear it from him, and Austin conceded immediately, knowing his agent wouldn’t back him up because he didn’t know what was going on. In hindsight, he really should’ve told his agent, but he hadn’t thought of that until they were getting off the subway at the determined station and walking the four blocks to the photographer’s address. Austin had been stubbornly silent the entire trip, even when Blake tried to make conversation, Austin shut him down almost immediately. His only solace is he’s sure Blake’s going to feel like a complete fool and be incredibly sorry once Austin gives him the photos from today on their anniversary next week. “Seems like a weird place for a professional job,” Blake says as they enter the building – it’s standard for the city, four-stories of dirty brick and filthy windows. The inside is somewhat more updated, with the aesthetic practically screaming New Management. Austin decides he likes it, Blake obviously doesn’t if the way he wrinkles his nose at the smell of delicate potpourri and sneers at the grey-blue colour scheme is any indication. “They wanted something that felt intimate and secure,” Austin lies easily as they make the climb up the stairs to the fourth floor. He’s glad his boyfriend only knows what he does about the modelling industry from Austin himself, Blake never having been big on the whole idea in the first place but was supportive enough to not question Austin about any of it. “I believe this is the photographer’s personal studio and he thought it would be a better fit than a larger set.” “He? What happened to Monica, your normal photographer?” “The company provided their own guy,” Austin says, sweating a little from all the lies he has to say just to keep this surprise a surprise. “Don’t worry, Deanna vetted him and gave her approval.” Deanna being his agent who has no idea about this photoshoot. That seems to ease some of the tension from Blake’s shoulders. They make the rest of the climb in silence, the only sounds their shoes on the tiled stairs and the crinkling of the bag Austin’s carrying. The bag is his treasure trove of goodies to wear, each one guaranteed to make Blake drool and resist every urge to pounce on him. Austin can’t help but feel a little petty about it, knowing Blake will struggle to keep his hands to himself the entire time he’s watching, and Austin will do everything he can to make this the most incredible blue-ball experience for his boyfriend as payback. The pair reaches the door Austin mentioned earlier on the subway ride – one of the few things he did say willingly – and Blake knocks much to Austin’s embarrassment. Moments later the door opens to reveal who Austin believes to be the photographer. The man is six-foot tall with thick black dreadlocks that hang to mid-back, his hair is contained by what appears to be a handwoven red and gold hair-tie. He’s also shirtless, his dark skin and muscled torso on perfect display. “Austin?” he says, looking at Blake. His voice is rich and seems to reverberate from his chest, it matches the warmth in his dark brown eyes. Blake glares at him and shakes his head. “No, and Austin and I are leaving.” “Uh no we’re not,” Austin says firmly, then he looks at the photographer. He didn’t picture this man when they spoke on the phone, if anything he thought he’d be mid-thirties and decently good looking, not this . . . God-like man that to Austin stepped straight out of some of his favourite books. “I’m sorry about that, I’m Austin, the buzzkill is my boyfriend, Blake.” The photographer’s dark brown eyes light up and he holds out his hand for Austin to shake. They do and Austin is taken aback by how warm and rough his hands feel. “I’m Javier,” says Javier, the photographer. “Sorry about the mix up, when we spoke over the phone, I wasn’t given a description.” Blake raises an eyebrow, looking at Austin curiously. “Didn’t the agency send over your headshots beforehand?” “The agency sends them to the company, I’m just expected to photograph whoever shows up,” says Javier smoothly before Austin can even fumble for a response. “I was told Austin would be alone, or with his agent, so I apologize for the confusion.” “Why didn’t you think I was his agent?” “Because Deanna wears plum power suits like she’s part of the agency in The Devil Wears Prada,” Javier says with just a hint of annoyance. “Anyway, this is a closed set, so only models and staff are permitted. You can wait out here until we’re finished or you’re free to go home.” Blake definitely doesn’t like that answer. He turns to Austin and says, “Babe, I really don’t like this. We need to leave; this man is clearly unprofessional, and I’m going to call Deanna and let her know not to let you work with any agency that employs this asshole.” Austin wants nothing more than to melt into the floor. He cannot believe that Blake is being so rude to a perfect stranger. “I’m sorry, Javier, my boyfriend can be a little . . . protective. Anyway, I need to get changed, is there a dressing room?” Javier smiles warmly at Austin and steps out of the doorway to let him in. “Go down the hall and it’s the first door on the left. There are some supplies in there to freshen up and plenty of places to hang your outfits. Once you’re changed, knock three times and I’ll come in to see your outfit and adjust the set accordingly. We’re doing five scenes in total.” “Understood!” says Austin brightly as he hurries inside before Blake can catch him. He goes in the direction Javier indicated and once he’s inside, he makes sure to lock the door just in case Blake tries to break in. Ordinarily, he’d be more than happy to have Blake in the room with him – they’ve had many memorable moments in dressing rooms across the city – but today is different. Blake was rude to the photographer after butting into the photoshoot in the first place, so Austin feels like punishing him for his poor behaviour. The dressing room is pleasant, small and intimate unlike most he’s been in, the lighting is dimmed to a comfortable level with most of it coming from various salt rock lamps scattered throughout the room. The walls are a delicate cream the reflects the light well and warms the room. Austin spies the round bed in the centre and must resist diving onto the invitingly fluffy surface of pastel blankets and thick pillows. Instead, he puts his bag on the small vanity and proceeds to take out each outfit, adjusting each one before putting it on a hanger on a nearby clothing rack. Javier may be a small-time photographer, but he certainly knows what models need when doing a shoot. Once Austin is satisfied with the appearance of his clothes, he selects the first outfit of the day – a sheer dark blue nightie with matching thong – and lays it on the bed before stripping out of his street clothes. He hangs them up beside the rest and takes a moment to collect himself, just like he does before every photoshoot. Over the past few months of doing this work, he’s learned that being mentally prepared is just as important as being physically ready, if not more so because it’s one thing to stand and get your picture taken it’s another thing entirely to immerse yourself in the experience. There have been times he’s come out of a shoot crying because of the overwhelming emotion he felt during a certain scene, and others where he’s so drained, he can barely stand at the end. The best trick he’s found is to reconnect with himself by looking at himself in the mirror, not out of any sense of vanity, but as a means of centering himself. Luckily there’s a three-way mirror in the corner so he doesn’t have to skip that part of his routine like he has at some projects because the only mirror they have is in the makeup room and he’s in and out so fast he doesn’t get a chance to focus. He goes over and simply stands in view of each mirror, allowing his mind to clear and hands to drift over his bare skin. Touch is another grounding method he enjoys; it reminds him that he’s still a person and not a doll being dressed up for money. He remembers trying to explain this routine to Blake after an intense day and Blake simply said he was just a doll to the company so what difference did it make. He stopped trying to explain the intricacies of his mind after that. Austin shakes his head, watching the delicate blonde curls bounce around his face and neck as if they have a mind of their own. He smiles to himself as his hands start to drift on his chest, fingertips running delicately over the smooth pale skin on his chest. He’s glad he had the foresight to make an appointment for a full body sugaring – it’s his favourite method of waxing, the sugar wax is far easier on his skin than chemicals or standard wax and the results last much longer in between sessions. Deanna had recommended it after he suffered from a wax gone wrong, which made his skin break out and left tiny red bumps all over. Now he can’t imagine how he went so long without it; his skin always feels so smooth and delicious after. His hands dip lower, trailing over his hips and down the V-shape of his pubic bone to his cock, which sits soft and supple. He lets a hand caress his small cock, gasping softly at the feeling of burgeoning arousal. He closes his eyes and his mind drifts to warm dark rough hands, cupping him as the palm rolls over his flaccid cock, coaxing it to life with firm movements. A warm smile and deep voice encourage him to let go and relax. Austin’s eyes shoot open, and he wills away the images as hot guilt boils in his stomach. In the almost three years they’ve been together, he’s never once thought of anyone else other than Blake in these moments and now he’s gone and thought of Javier! He dismisses it as a slip of his mind, nervous about working with a new photographer at an intimate photoshoot. He quickly puts on his outfit and does his makeup, going more natural than he usually does at a shoot only because he knows Blake hates the way he looks with caked on product. Satisfied with his appearance, Austin knocks on the door three times and waits on the bed for Javier to arrive. “Austin?” he hears Javier say on the other side of the door. “It’s me, let me in.” Austin jumps up and unlocks the door, letting the other man in before soundly closing and locking the door again. “Your boyfriend is still here,” Javier says with obvious disdain. “I tried to get him to leave but he insisted, so I told him he’d have to sit in a corner away from the set.” “Stubborn bastard,” Austin sighs and Javier nods. “I’m so sorry about all of this Javier, I tried to tell him he didn’t need to come, I told him not to come, but he didn’t listen. And I’m so sorry he was so rude to you earlier, that was completely uncalled for and—” “It’s okay, Austin, I’ve dealt with worse,” Javier interrupts gently. “Besides, if I had a boyfriend like you, I’d be just as bad, maybe even worse than him.” “Thanks, by the way, for covering for me,” Austin says a little sheepishly. “I’m glad I mentioned Deanna now in our last conversation.” Javier grins. “I think we should both look into acting after that performance earlier.” His dark eyes scan Austin from head to toe and Austin feels warm under his attention. “I love the outfit. Makes me think of a midnight tryst.” “That’s what I was going for!” Austin says excitedly. “I was going to wear some silver jewelry and maybe a few diamonds, but I thought that might be overkill.” “I think you should wear them,” says Javier with a nod. “Not saying the look doesn’t work without them, but it would definitely add another dimension to the scene, like you were a piece of the sky itself.” He thinks to himself for a moment. “I think that’s the angle I’ll go for with this first scene. It’ll be dreamy, with lighting similar to moonlight, a bed or chaise for you to lounge on, with dark blue and black cloth draped around you with metallic accents. Sound good to you?” “It sounds delightful!” gushes Austin. “These photos are going to be amazing, Javier!” Javier smiles gently. “Only if you trust in my vision, Austin, otherwise it won’t work.” “I trust you! I trust you completely. I love everything you’ve said so far.” “Good,” says Javier with a chuckle. “Now finish up and I’ll get the set ready in the meantime.” Austin nods, a smile still plastered on his face as Javier leaves. to be continued....
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had known from a young age I female form I couldn't stop thinking about cock and anal pleasure Growing up I'm a rural conservative area had limited opportunities to explore the cock loving side of my nature having to go to some unusual lengths to find satisfaction consequently with the exception of a few years I lived in Phoenix have lived mostly in the closet Like many bi men coming from my situation I eventually found a woman and got married and had kids but still took any opportunity I had to enjoy the pleasure you can only find with another man Almost from the start getting HIV was my biggest fear aside from my first 2 partners I always insisted the men that fucked me wore a condom a few close calls in Phoenix just reinforced that idea so for almost 20 years I hadn't had a bare cock inside me I had even forgotten how good it felt All that changed when I went on a business trip to Vegas my life also changed that trip Since I married I used the business conference trips my company sent me on to indulge my cravings for male companionship and when I learned we had one in Vegas I knew I would have ample opportunity to have some fun Most of the time when I traveled I would just go on grindr a few days before and try to find some comparable guys meet in NY hotel room with I started to do the same before leaving for Vegas but then realized in Vegas I would have a golden opportunity to visit gay bars and clubs something I really hadn't done since my time in Arizona and I knew if I found nothing at one of those I was interested in I could always fall back on dating apps As soon as I arrived o learned the the conference I was there to attend had been canceled but my boss told me to go ahead and stay as the hotel was already paid for as was my return ticket and after the long hours I had put in since the pandemic I deserved the break after calling my wife to make sure the change of plan didn't bother her I settled in for a unexpected vacation With 4 full days instead of just a couple hours at night I decided I would take my time finding playmates stay off the apps and just look for men in the clubs I decided to start with more relaxed conservative bars since it had been so long I did some research online and found a few I thought would work well for my intentions The first I went was a bust mostly older business types since it was early I asked a bartender if it would change up later unfortunately he said no he asked what I was looking for and after I told him he recommended I go to another place off the list I had compiled When I got to the bar he recommended it also was pretty empty but it being only 6 pm I decided to have a few drinks and wait to see if the place picked up later half way through my first drink I saw 3 men wall in and come 2 were well built handsome black men that looked to be in their early thirties from their similar features I guessed they were brothers the third guy was a very fem looking Hispanic that looked to be in their early 20s short with a very slim build All three came to stand near me at the bar and I could hear them well enough that in a short time I was able to learn quite a bit the 2 men were brothers and were in town celebrating the younger brothers honeymoon after he had recently married the younger Latino who's name turned out to be Sky After overhearing this to be friendly I offered to but them a congratulatory drink to toast the newly weds afterwards we Bagan to talk and eventually moved to a table as we spoke I learned that the older brother Ty and joined his little brother Jason and Sky on their honeymoon it wasn't just a honeymoon both of the brothers were poz and they were there to not only to celebrate but to poz sky as well In the year the two had been together Jason had insisted on condoms and that Sky be on prep despite his undetectable status Jason had breed others in the past but only in special situations and never anyone he desired a relationship with but Sky had insisted that if they got married he wanted his new husband to breed him or as he said it knock him up he also insisted that Ty be there as well since he regularly had joined the two of them for Ty it was a bigger ask unlike his brother Ty was Bi and not in a relationship but still very active so would have to be very careful after stopping his meds like his brother he didn't want to accidentally pass it on I continued to sit with the three getting to know them and telling them about me after about an hour and a half we decided to go see some of the more interesting clubs Vegas had to offer though Sky insisted on stopping back at their hotel to change clothes though I felt they looked very sexy already The newlyweds flirted all the way back to the hotel and once there Jason told us to get comfortable in the sitting area of their honeymoon suite as it would probably take once seated I decided to ask something I had been wondering since we had met how it was both brothers had ended up poz they were both tops and seemed fairly cautious It turned out Jason would occasionally bottom though was usually just as cautious but one man the man who had showed the brothers the joy of gay sex while in foster care together didn't inform him of his status before they had sex when they met up his senior years of college What came as a major surprise was that Jason was the one to poz his brother it wasn't so much that they had been together I had my own experiences and knew more than a few other guys that had been with a family member it was that he intentionally pozzed him They explained that growing up in foster care they had only had each other and had promised each other that they would go through everything in life together Jason admitted that he hadn't expected that to include HIV but Ty insisted and after a a time even let Jason top him something he hadn't let any man do since he was in school As we had been speaking Sky had been going on and out of the bedroom trying on multiple outfits doing a little fashion show for the brothers finally Jason growing a bit frustrated told them to stop that they couldn't look Sexier no matter what clothes they tried on in response they ran across the room and jumped into Jason's lap and began kissing Beside me Ty let out a little groan saying "hey man get comfortable we ain't going anywhere soon" As we set there and watched I could see he was right the kissing continued and clothes were stripped off. " Man I should have known this shit would happen " Ty told me were we sat off to the side what they hadn't told my earlier is that Sky had agreed not to consummate their marriage until the first full night in Vegas which was that night " he told me he would be able to wait until after dinner and a night out" Ty said a bit in disgust as he got up to pour another drink I was a bit surprised that he referred to Sky as he I had assumed from our meeting Sky proffered gender neutral pronouns so I asked Ty about that as he sat back down " yeah the little fag does prefer that but I don't give a fuck" he said with a laugh while watching the couple get even more intense on the couch " but I think a man is a man a woman a woman" After that he finished say that I asked " why call him a fag" really curious as to why he used a word many gay men truly hate to describe someone he seemed to truly like and care about. " listen man there is nothing wrong with being a fag if your a guy and love nothing more than a hard cock in your ass or mouth your a fag they should be proud of it take it as the compliment in can be" was his simple reply At this point Jason and Sky on the other couch were completely naked and Sky had Jason's rather impressive nine and half inch cock in their mouth I was rather impressed by his cock having mostly seen ones like it only in porn only twice in my life having had the chance to have ones like it and that was back in college I found myself getting very turned on by the show but to my own surprise it just wasn't just the sights that were turning me on though they both had very different but equally as sexy bodies it was the thought I would be there as Jason shot his first load of poison cum into his partner As they changed positions so that Sky was on fours on the end of the couch with Jason on his knees on the floor behind so that he could begin to eat the near perfect ass on display I leaned forward partially to get a better view partially to try to hide the fact I was fully erect under my shorts mostly out of embarrassment not that I was turned on but my white six inches was the smallest cock in the room even Sky had me beat by over an inch The whole situation had me feeling self conscious not only about my cock size but the 2 naked men were in very good shape and I could tell through his clothing Ty was the same unfortunately my 3 days a week at the gym had me in decent shape but not nearly as good as them As the couple on the couch moved on to Jason beginning to lube up Sky with lube I hadn't seen Sky bring in with them I felt I felt Ty move closer to me on the couch. Glancing over I ty has his cock out and is slowly stroking it I had to stare it was even bigger than his brothers though not yet fully hard it was Already over nine inches I'm not sure how long I stared at it but a moan from the other side of the room made me look over Jason was behind Sky now slowly pushing his cock all the way in sky of course was used to their husband's cock so had no problem taking the monster I felt Ty start rubbing my back leaning he wispers" Sky is a good little faggot he takes cock real good" after a pause he continued " I bet your a good little gag to ain't ya I see how you look at our cocks" For a second I didn't do anything just watched as Jason finished pushing it in and slowly began to fuck them I didn't answer Ty in words Instead I slide of the couch turned to face Ty and slide his shorts all the way off by this time he was fully erect and I couldn't take my eyes off his nearly eleven inch cock Not only was it long it was thick as big as any I had seen in any porn and I hesitated before grabbing it then slowly putting my mouth over the top As I started sucking I could hear behind me as Jason and Sky really started going at it Jason wasn't making much noise could occasionally hear him whisper to Sky but not hear what was said Sky on the other had was moaning very loudly punctuated with cries of pleasure or encouragement for their partner to fuck him harder I wasn't doing as well I had only been able to fit about a third of Ty's giant cock in my mouth even after he put his hand on the back of my head and began pushing down he was much more vocal than his brother saying things like "your a good little white bitch ain't ya" and fuck you little faggot how you like the taste of this good big black cock" All I did in reply is try my best to get as much of his cock as I could I could taste his precum and couldn't wait to taste more In just a few minutes I hear Jason speak loudly for the first time since they began "OH god baby I'm close are you ready are you sure you want this" with no pause Sky almost screamed "yes daddy fuck yes knock me daddy give me your seed" I could hear Jason grunt as he began to cum hard in sky's neg ass I didn't catch what might have happened or been said next because at that moment Ty pushed hard on the back of my head and began to shoot his load directly down my throat It was all I could do to swallow it all and not choke after his cock stopped twitching he let go of my head and I was able to pull my mouth off his cock After I caught my breath I looked up Ty was leaned back resting his head on the back of the couch eyes closed turning around I saw both Jason and Sky sprawled on the couch both still breathing heavy Nobody said anything for a few minutes as we all recovered our breath the sky stood and grabbed Jason's hand saying " ok daddy let's go to the room and get ready for round two" As the newlyweds began walking to the room Ty leaned close and asked "what about you little fag your white ass ready for some nigger dick" to my own surprise I didn't even hesitate before climbing to my feet and in a move exactly like Sky's I grabbed his hand helping him up and leading him to the bedroom The bed in the room was truly massive inside almost twice the size of the king-sized bed I shared with my wife Jason and Sky were already on the bed passionately making out As I stopped at the foot of the bed and began stripping I found I was no longer self conscious about not being in as good as shape as them Ty also stripped and walked over to his bags I could hear him complaining under his breath about how he hadn't expected to need to use a condom at least not the fist night in town I Laid down on the opposite side of the bed and watched as the couple kept up their make out session Ty settled down close behind me close enough I could feel his semi hard cock against my back nobody said anything for a long time Sky and Jason continued to kiss and explore each other's bodies and Ty stayed behind lightly rubbing a hand over me occasionally kissing my neck In sort order Jason was hard once again but this time he putt sky's legs on his shoulders while they stayed on their back As soon as I saw Jason enter Sky again I felt Ty's finger start to explore my Crack I rolled halfway onto my stomach and opened my legs but kept watching the other two on the bed In less than two minutes Ty had two of his fingers worked into my hole and was working my ass really good he the rolled me the all the way onto my stomach and lifted my ass so my chest was still on the bed but ass was in the air I felt him moving around behind me then he said to me " let me get a taste of this tight white cunt" That made me pause for a second I knew some gay men liked to refere to their ass as a cunt but I had always connected that word to women but in that moment I decided I wanted it to be my cunt and I wanted that beautiful black cock to fuck my cunt hard" Ty was very good with his tongue and in minutes I was breathing very hard and fast I watched as Jason began to fuck Sky harder and I knew it was only a matter of time before the second load of poison seed would enter sky's hot tight young body I that second something tripped inside my head and I knew no what I wanted to do but what I absolutely had to do I raised my chest off the bed and turned around and gently pushed Ty onto his back grabbing the lube that was on the middle of the bed I began putting some on his rock hard cock and some into my cunt As I was doing this he reached over for the condom he had grabbed earlier before he could tear it open I grabbed it from him and tossed it on the floor moving up over him I looked down and told him so just he could hear " no condoms on the first night remember" I could tell he was uncertain of the situation but before he could do anything to stop me I positioned myself over his cock and began to lower myself Even with his finger work and the lube it was hard to get him in I slowly began working up in down after I got the first four or five inches in taking a little more of his cock each time I went down during this time I felt I was going to rip open I was stretched so much but I was determined to get his cock all the way into my hungry cunt During this time I paid little attention to the newlyweds going at it across the bed but just as I finally got all the way down the 11 inch tree I saw sitting on and was resting until I relaxed a bit more I heard the speed of the sex next to us pick up and I looked over in time to watch as Jason's second orgasm hit and he once again will his new partner with corrupted cum To mu surprise Jason barely paused only taking time to roll Sky onto their stomach before going right back with sky's only response was a "fuck yes daddy more I need more" Looking back at Ty spoke for the first time since we got on the bed " I told you he was a good little faggot he knows what his cunt if for" then with a tilt of his head he continued " what about you are you a good little faggot as well? : My only answer was to smile down and begin working my cunt up and down his giant cock To my surprise he said little as I rode his cock only occasionally muttering things like "fuck yeah bitch" " mmm yeah fag like that" or " ride this big dick fag" Jason and Sky were beginning to get worn out I think because Jason who had never said much was now saying nothing and Sky who had been very vocal was now just breathing hard and moaning. As I got used to the king sized cock I was riding I slowly got used to the size and was able to pick up speed and even take the whole thing in one move though I felt it in my guts everyone I bottomed out In less than 15 minutes I could feel Ty's body start to tense and I knew he was getting close Putting his hands on my waist he slowed my to ask if I was sure that I could always let him pull out or he could put a condom on I knew from a small amount of blood I had seen I had torn a bit and that although he generated a lot of precum it probably wasn't to late but it took me seconds to decide I wanted this I was tired of living a lie in fear Pushing his hands away I began moving faster again and looking down into his eyes I told him " this little faggot wants daddy to breed his cunt" Only seconds after the words left my mouth his whole body went ridged and his Hans once again on my waist this time holding me close against him I felt as he shot a even bigger load of cum than his first deep Into my body his orgasm seemed to go on for half a minute before his body finally relaxed Once he did I began working up and down on him again working his own poisoned cum on his cock I thought at that point I would get a break maybe be done for the night I was already slightly sore but apparently Ty like his brother didn't need to take a break He rolled us both over so I was on my back and like his brother did with Sky put my legs on his shoulders and began fucking me with long hard strokes all he said as we started was " ok you little fag want me to breed you like a whore I'll treat you like a whore" as his stroked came harder and faster occasionally he would still make comments about what a fag I was what a stupid bich I was or how my whore cunt felt around his cock After about 20 minutes he stopped talking and just concentrated on tearing up my cunt eventually he stopped rolled me over and pulled me up to my hands and knees before going right back at it I was very sore by that point the cum from his first load had helped at first working as lube but my cunt had never had anything that size in particularly for that long or being rammed in that hard I finally noticed Sky and Jason were done were just laying there cuddling on the bed as they watched Ty breed me like a stallion 10 minutes or so later I felt Ty begin to stiffen again and knew he was close this time he grabbed the back of my neck and almost growled "fuck I'm really going to breed your faggot cunt this time you little bitch and I felt him to start to cum In my probably no longer neg hole one more To my surprise my own cock which had been rock hard the entire time almost suddenly started Cumming as well I had never came like that from a man fucking me or had one so suddenly feeling myself cum as I could also feel that monster black cock finish shooting its poz seed Into me was one of the greatest moments of my life at that point I just collapsed down to my stomach with Ty still on top of me I was exhausted and spent so was he on the other side of the bed I could see Jason was almost asleep as was Sky We rolled over onto our sides this now only semi hard cock still in me while our breathing returned to normal I could feel him falling asleep behind me his limp cock still in my ass I had a brief second where I wondered what I had just done but I decided that was a worry for later so closed my eyes and joined the others in sleep
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Hi there guys 🙂 I just wanted to see what people think of my idea I had. I am planning on renting a cheap hotel room for the night in Central Brighton or London real soon. Preferably one were guys can just come and go without being noticed by the reception 😉 the plan is get the room, put ads and pics up on all the sites, social media etc with room number and then leave the door unlocked or ajar. Then I would get naked, get high as fuck and turn the light down. Anybody welcome to use me as they wish, nobody refused anything no limits hehe I want to take as much cock, cum, piss as possible and get used hard, raw and by as many guys as possible. Would that be possible to setup, any suggestions on how to get the maximum amount of guys to come along. I was thinking all night hehe anybody done this before and anything I should be aware of?
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Hey guys! I know Portugal its a quiet place, but let's some noise in the social media and share content or made some partys! I'm living in Porto actually and need know others guys to [banned word] talk about it. Lets made a group in Telegram? Who are with me?
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Two smooth bottoms side by side taking all loads. Door unlocked, darkened room scene. Poz guys to the front. DM me with questions or confirmations.
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I turned 18 a few weeks ago. Graduated high school and now I was trying to occupy my summer with what to do until college started in the spring. My dad figured I needed community service work to help my résumé. So he suggested that I give some assistance to Mr. Wilson, the man who lives on our block. Apparently he was living with late stage AIDS and was having a hard time taking care of things around the house. I was planning on studying to become a nurse so it sounded like good practice. Mr. Wilson didn’t require anything too crazy. Just some general clean up around the house. When I arrived he greeted me at the door “Welcome Nick. Thanks for coming by. Come in.” He was in his late 60s early 70s. Pale, bald, thin and gaunt in the face, thin arms and legs, with a potbelly. He guided me in to his living room. His house was a bit of a mess. A lot of laundry magazines and dishes everywhere. It looked like it would take a little bit more effort to clean up than I thought. But it didn’t seem very bad. “So what would you like me to start with first Mr. Wilson?“ “Oh just anywhere you like. I’ve let the place go quite a bit. I haven’t had much energy these days understandably.“ I understood. I figured he was having a hard time what was his condition. So I started picking up dishes left about. And washed them. I cleaned up the kitchen and went to pick up the clothes laying about. Some of his underwear and socks had a distinctive smell coming from them like a mix of body odor and something slightly fishy? I was in the laundry room sorting his clothes. Separating the colors and the whites. When I held his underwear in my hand I felt around the crotch area and it felt strangely hard. I reached on the inside of them and felt something dry on the inside of the crotch area. It took me a second but then I realized what it was and quickly put them in the washer. “So what do you plan on doing after the summer?“ Mr. Wilson was watching me sort the clothes. “Oh I plan on going to school and studying to be a nurse.“ “Fantastic, I could possibly hire you to take care of me full-time. That is if I last that long.“ “You seem healthy enough sir I’m sure you’ll be fine.“ “Oh that’s kind of you to say. But the disease has took its toll on me quite a bit. It’s running rampant in me, more so than it seems on the surface.“ “Well I would be happy to help you with whatever you need. It would be good training for me.“ Mr. Wilson smiled. “Becoming the nurse is serious stuff. You have to do all sorts of things. Manage medication‘s, IVs, sponge baths for those who can’t manage.” “Oh it will be no trouble for me at all sir. I like to help people, and taking care of the sick and elderly seems like a good calling.“ “Yes it is very noble. i’m glad I can give you experience. Say young lad, since you’ll need the training anyway, would you mind helping me with a sponge bath? It gets difficult for me moving around.“ I was taken aback by that request a little bit. It’s not what I was expected to do to help him with. But he was right, I will need to do these sorts of things if I am going to become a nurse. “Oh um sure. I’ll just finish up with the clothes and I’ll see you, where?” “In my bedroom. It’ll be easier if I am laying down in bed.“ Yeah I guess that made sense. Where else would you do it? I finished with the laundry and gathered what I needed for cleaning up Mr. Wilson. Bucket of hot soapy water, a couple of rags. I met him in his room, and he was naked on the bed. I had to admit it was a little shocking being alone in a room with a naked man. As I got to work on Mr. Wilson. I was running the rag up and down his legs trying to be a diligent caregiver. I ran my rag up his thigh and got close to his crotch area. I wasn’t sure what to do once I got there. “You should clean that area as well Nick. It’s all part of normal nurse work.“ I put the rag on his penis and started wiping it clean. Going around his balls and underneath his shaft. As I was cleaning him he was getting an erection. It was large, very large “Oh it looks like you’ve awoken some thing. Never mind that. It happens when it receives any stimulation. I am human after all. So I do have urges.“ “Right. I understand.” I wiped his erect penis up-and-down a couple of times. Mr. Wilson was looking at me. “I’ve never seen one that big before.” “11.5 inches my boy. Trust me I have satisfied many men in my days, and unfortunately perforated a few.“ That made me blush. That type of talk seemed a little bit too lewd for this situation. “You should clean underneath the foreskin as well.“ “How do I do that?“ “Well young man.“ Mr. Wilson sat upright. “You should hold the shaft and peel the foreskin back. You can clean me more efficiently that way. It’s important to clean under there you know. Here, I’ll make it easier for you.“ Mr. Wilson stood up and put his hands on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. His erect cock was now staring directly at me, The head of his dick peering through the forskin. “Now young lad. Take your hand and grab my penis.“ So I brought my hand up and gripped his dick. “Now take your other hand and wrap it around my cock head and pull back on it.“ I reached my other hand and did as instructed. I pulled back his foreskin and his mushroom head cock was staring at me fully exposed. Even with both my hands gripping his shaft there was still plenty my hands couldn’t cover. The thought occurred to me that I was now on my knees gripping onto Mr. Wilson’s penis with both hands. I was getting nervous and for a moment I forgot what to do. “Well? Are you forgetting something?“ “Oh right! The rag.” The rag was on the floor by Mr. Wilson’s feet. I let go of his penis and bent down to pick it up. Mr. Wilson squatting down at the same time. “Let me help you with that.” Both our hands met as we reached for the rag. In the awkwardness of it I grabbed the rag and we both got up. But in both of our maneuvers Mr. Wilson’s penis slapped my forehead and slid down my face as I motioned my head up. “Oh no I’m so sorry!“ I pulled my head away completely embarrassed. “Don’t be sorry it was just a little bump. It’s just a penis, it won’t hurt you.“ I brushed off the incident and I wrapped the rag around his penis and started stroking it to get it clean. “Oh yeah, that’s a good technique. You’ll get it nice and clean that way.“ I only stroked it a few times. I wasn’t trying to stimulate him, but this seemed like the only way to properly wash him. Once I was done I instructed him to lay back down on the bed and I continued to give him a bath. Cleaning the rest of him. It went without further incident. I continued to clean his bedroom. Mr. Wilson watching me and helping me organize some of his things. He didn’t put his clothes back on, he remained naked and his large penis still rockhard. “You don’t mind me walking around all naturale do you? I find it more comfortable this way.” I didn’t want to be rude. After all I am training to be a caregiver so I had to put his needs first. “Of course. It’s your house you can do whatever you like.“ I assured him with a smile. Deep down I was uncomfortable with it. I was picking up things here and there. I came across a box of magazines, they were porno magazines. “Oh don’t mind those. Just something to get me off when I need to. Here let me show you my favorite one.“ He took out a particular magazine and flipped to a page. He revealed photos of an older man who looked similar to him bareback fucking a young 18 or 19 year old who looked similar to me. I didn’t want to be rude, but I also didn’t want to look at his porn. “Oh that looks pretty wild.“ “Indeed. This sort of thing really gets me boned up.“ He was now stroking his cock next to me. He was looking at me a little sad. “Hey Nick, do you think you could do me a big favor?“ “What is it?“ “Do you think you could help me get off? It’s been so long since I’ve been in the presence of such a handsome young man like you. I would really appreciate it.“ “I don’t think I can do that. It wouldn’t be appropriate.“ “Relax my boy. You’re just helping out an old man like you were meant to you when you came here, isn’t that right? Please I assure you you will be totally fine I just want to see your ass while I rub one out.“ I wasn’t sure what to do in the situation. I wanted to be helpful, I wanted to help him with his needs. But I didn’t think that I could do something like that. But he was such a lonely man. I figured it might be OK as long as he’s just jacking off and nothing more comes of it. “Do you promise not to tell anyone?” “Absolutely. I will take it to the grave with me.” “Uh, okay, as long as we are safe. What do you need me to do?“ “Splendid! Well first takeoff all your clothes and lay face down on my bed. I want to see that beautiful body of yours.“ I slowly strip down and climbed onto his bed laying down like he asked. Mr. Wilson climbed on the bed and got on top of me straddling my thighs, his dick slapping my ass crack. “Hey! What are-“ “Relax Nick. I’m just getting a good look at your ass. Now just lay there and let this old man enjoy the sight of you.” This felt like a very compromising position, but I assumed that it would all be over fairly soon. Mr. Wilson was stroking his cock with one hand while rubbing my butt cheeks with the other. “Yeah, that is such a beautiful ass of yours, I would so love to dig my cock in there.“ “Please don’t joke like that sir. You have aids remember?“ “Of course, how can I forget? I have a very high viral load. And I haven’t gotten off in quite a few days. And theoretically if I did fuck that beautiful tight ass of yours, you would definitely get what I have he he.” That type of verbal treatment was very unsettling. But he was a lonely old man, I figured I would let him say what he wanted and blow a load out. He slapped his cock against my ass few times. My God it was so big. But while he rubbed his cock against my ass cheeks, he wasn’t stroking it. It seemed like he was dragging it out. “Hey there Nick I’m having a hard time getting off. Do you think you could let me grind my tip against your hole a little bit? I won’t penetrate, I just want to hump a little. It would definitely help me shoot.“ “Isn’t that pushing things little too far? What if it goes inside?“ “Nonsense. We don’t have any lube and you’re so young and tight there’s no way it will go in. You’ll be perfectly safe. Please?“ I was very hesitant. Things were escalating a little. But theoretically what he said seemed completely safe. As long as it didn’t actually go inside me then there wasn’t any risk. “O-okay. But just humping on the outside OK?“ “Of course! Now get on your hands and knees doggy style for me.“ We repositioned and I got on my knees. Mr. Wilson spread my cheeks and start slapping his cock against my ass hole. He swirled his tip around it and then positioned it right at the center of my ring. He put his hands on my hips and started rocking his hips back-and-forth. “Ah yes this feels much better, you’re smooth little pucker is doing the trick.“ his humping wasn’t too hard. He was staying outside of me like he assured me. I was able to relax and let him have his fun. He was rubbing my ass cheeks and feeling up my back as his hips rocks into me. I could feel my asshole being pushed with each thrust. It felt kind of good. Especially with such a monstrously huge cock. Then I felt something. My asshole was getting wet. Mr. Wilson was leaking pre out of his dick. His thrusting was still relatively tame so it didn’t seem like it was all that bad but I was getting a little worried about my hole getting lubed up. “Oh yeah thats better. I can feel myself leaking.” His humping started getting harder. I felt my ass hole getting hit roughly by his dick. I kept myself clenched but Mr. Wilson was getting more enthusiastic. As his movements became stronger and his cock leaked more I could feel his tip starting to part my ass. It felt like it was slowly digging into me. “Mr. Wilson you should be careful. I think you’re starting to go in.“ “Nonsense boy. I’m still completely outside of you. My wet cock head is just kissing you. Don’t be afraid to have your hole kiss it back.“ “Are you getting close yet?” “I’m building up to it. Why? Do you want it to end now? Doesn’t my cock feel good?” “It feels great sir. You have a wonderful cock. You just need to careful is all.” The more he humped my hole the more the tip started digging in. At this point his tip was halfway into my ring. His hands were exploring my body as his hips kept grinding forward. “Ow, that’s starting to go a little too far. You should ease up“ “it’s fine. Just enjoy my cock. Young men like you should be lucky to have experienced old men like me show you how good you can feel with your ass. Besides, I can tell your ass is very inexperienced. It’s gonna take a lot more than what I’m doing to penetrate you. For example if I were to jam forward like this!” As Mr. Wilson’s tip was halfway in my ring, he jammed his hips forward and his head popped inside of me. He then quickly pulled out and continued his humping, not easing up on the force though. “OUCH! That went in!” It hurt when he popped inside of me. It was true that I’ve had very little experience with sex. So the pain of his initial entry shot through me. “Well so it did. Oops, it’s all right I will try to stay out of you.” My ass felt vulnerable after that initial plunge. I was having a really hard time keeping him out of me. His thrusting unrelenting. Then I felt his cock head pop into me again and then right back out. “Oof. That feels good.“ “Sir you shouldn’t do that!“ his thrusting continued. With the way my hole was getting wet from his cock. It felt like every fifth or sixth thrust his cock head entered me again. Then every second or third thrust it entered. Then Mr. Lewis picked up a piece of ramming his cock head in and out of my hole constantly. “Don’t worry about all this Nick. It’s just popping in to say hello. Your ass is really inviting.“ The feeling of his cock head going in and out of my ring was horrifying yet felt good at the same time. But still I wanted him to stop and continue with grinding my hole just from the outside. “Sir please it’s going inside me!” “That’s not going inside of you, this is going inside of you.“ Mr. Wilson then thrust into his cock in my ass, sliding in what felt like 5 or 6 inches and then pulled out and continued with the tip of his cock going in and out. “Ow! That was too deep!” “See that was going inside of you. This is just the entrance. Now just focus on how good my cock is.. I’m getting close.” “Oh God, you’ll cum outside right?“ “Sure, sure. let me Focus on your beautiful ass.” Mr. Wilson was now wrapping his arms around my torso. I felt his cock starting to dig in deeper. He wasn’t just fucking me with the tip anymore. He was sliding at least half his cock in me, like previously. “Oh fuck this is so much better, the inside of your colon is definitely working my cock up to an eruption!” “Sir please pull out! That’s too far!“ The cock going up my ass is starting to drive me crazy. I couldn’t deny that it was probably the best fucking I have ever felt in my life. But I knew exactly what kind of cock was inside of me. A poz cock, and not just a poz cock, a full-blown AIDS cock. “Just a moment kid. I’m so close! Please just focus on squeezing that ass on this dirty cock. Work this load out of me!” Suddenly he started slamming his cock all the way in and out. I felt the full length of his 11 1/2 inch dick pulverizing my insides. Every time he went balls deep it felt like I was getting stabbed on the inside causing pleasure as he passed over my prostate and pain as he slid far past that. “Sir! What are you doing!? This is too much! Ouch! It hurts!” The ball slapping fucks were relentless. His pace started to quicken rapidly. His body trembling. “Just hold out a little longer Nick! You’re such a good boy! I’m going to reward my good boy by shooting AIDS poison in you! Fuck! I’m about to create a partner in hospice in just few more-“ he now let his body collapse onto me. His cock furiously slamming down into me. “AAAAAGH FUCK!” His cock started violently spasming deep inside. I could feel blast after blast of his toxic cum shooting into me. And it had a bit of a sting to it to due to have roughly he fucked me on the inside, almost like acid. “Ahhhhh. That was good Nick. Such a wonderful ass.” I was in shock. I couldn’t speak. Mr. Wilson slowly got up. His long cock pulling out. “Oops, little bit of blood on my cock. Guess I tore you up in there. It happens to almost all they guys I fuck.” My ass hurt. I could barely get up. I slowly got my close on while Mr. Wilson stayed nude. “Well then. Now that I was able to get off, you can continue your work.” I looked at him as if he was crazy. How could I work after what he did? But there’s no way I could leave, if I did I’d be terrified of him telling anyone what happened. So I swallowed my pride and got back to cleaning his house.
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Helping the old neighbor with plumbing
Jaygusher posted a topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
I was 21 and lived in an old rundown apartment complex, it had a lot of issues and the landlord wasn’t much help getting things fixed when anyone had an issue. It wasn’t the best place but it was cheap and the neighbors kept to themselves. Well, mostly. There was one neighbor a couple of units across the hall from mine, Mr. Lewis, who was chatty with me every time we passed eachother by. He was an older man in his mid-60s or so. Not in the best of shape, short, balding, round faced and pudgy belly. Always wore a tank top, sweat pants and old worn sandals. The type of guy you would typically see around a place like this. But he was nice enough, always offering to invite me in for some coffee or have a chat. I never took him up on the offer though, he had a bit of that old troll vibe and I had a feeling he had ulterior motives with his invitations. It’s not like I had anything against him, I just get nervous around guys who blatantly flirt with me, I tend to freeze up and ignore their advances. I was always shy like that. Mr. Lewis was no shrinking violet, he was always bold being flirty with me in the hall, casually rubbing his crotch and eyeing me up and down when we chatted. I of course wouldn’t pay much mind to it and keept our conversations brief and continued about our own business. I never considered letting his flirtatious behavior get any further than what it was, for one he wasn’t my type, and secondly one of his previous conversations he casually talked about the difficulties of him hooking up with guys on account of him being poz. I don’t mean to be a prude, but I try to play safe on the rare occasions that I do mess around with anyone at all. It’s been a while for me since I’ve been busy with my college studies. One warm day when I was getting back home from the gym I was particularly tired and sweaty head to toe. I had an intense cardio session and my legs were sore. It didn’t help that I was wearing my bad gym shorts with the broken string, I occasionally had to pull them up from sliding down. It was laundry day as well so I didn’t have any underwear available so I was just free balling it. When I was hobbling back down the hall to my apartment Mr. Lewis came out as I passed his door almost as if he heard me coming. ”Tommy my lad. Have a nice hard workout?” He chuckled while adjusting his underwear. He was wearing sandals a tank top and briefs, not the most appropriate attire for a conversation in the hallways so he stood in his doorway. “Yeah it was a cardio day for me, 10 miles on the treadmill, squats, the usual.” I replied casually, giving a friendly smile trying not to pay attention to the fact that Mr. Lewis was developing a semi hard erection. “It’s good that you take care of your young beautiful body, wish I had more of that commitment.“ He chuckled as he lifted his tank and patted his stomach. “Say, if you have a minute do you think you would like to come in for a bit?“ He smiled while patting his crotch bulge. “Oh, um, I’d like to but I need to shower and I have some stuff I need to take care of.” Even if I wasn’t uncomfortable with his flirtatious behavior it really wasn’t the best time for hanging out. I was a mess from the gym. “Oh well this won’t take too long, I actually need your help with something. My sink pipes seem to be acting weird, can’t seem to get good pressure out of it and there might be a leak underneath, the landlord couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it and figured a young capable man like you might take a look?“ I didn’t really feel like it but he lived alone in that apartment and I felt bad for always blowing off his invitations even though he is fairly brazen with the way he carries himself. Out of the typical social fear of coming off as rude I agreed to step inside for just a little bit. “Sure, I think I can give it a shot” “Wonderful!” He perked up and stepped aside inviting me in. His apartment didn’t have much, simple couch, table and chairs. Some dirty laundry left here or there and a faint smell in the air that might have been body odor perhaps? Maybe something a little tangier? Mr. Lewis guided the two of us towards his living room and we sat on the couch together while he made small talk. “You don’t have to check the sink just yet, sit with me boy, how have you been? Handling them hunky men at the gym all right? You have been walking fairly funny in the hall, ha ha ha.” There he goes again with that blatant attitude of his. “Oh, no it was just tiring for me. I’ve been fine, studying and just trying to keep my school work life balanced, I don’t have time for messing around.“ “Well now, that’s no good. Why at your age I was filling and getting filled by plenty of men at the gym saunas. Back in those days public hook ups were a lot more common, not like all the apps these days.“ he chuckled and patted my thigh as he emphasized his words. Leaving his hand on me long enough to make it awkward but not too for me to feel the need to pull away. “Oh that sounds like a wild time, I don’t think I could do stuff like that. I’m not that bold.“ I readjusted my sitting position and pulled out a dirty sock that I was sitting on. Mr. Lewis grabbed it and tossed it aside. “Pardon the mess, I tend to delay on laundry so these things wind up everywhere. That’s why you usually see me wearing these.” Mr. Lewis put his leg up and rested his foot in my lap showing off his sandals. He reached over and slipped it off showing it to me. The heel of his foot sliding down my leg getting dangerously close to my crotch. “These things are convenient when I need em. And they don’t smell as bad as the socks when you wear them for multiple days in a row, see for yourself“ He pointed the sandal in my face expecting me to take a test smell. I wasn’t willing to smell his dirty sandal and was a bit flabbergasted that he even suggested it but I didn’t want to show it on my face and be rude so i avoided inhaling and replied with any sort of casual dismissive statement that would satisfy him and pull it away. “Uh, yeah, it’s fine. I get it.” He didn’t put the sandal back on instead he put it on the floor and slipped his other sandal off and put both his feet in my lap, this time his right foot resting directly on top of my dick. Mr. Lewis continuing the conversation nonchalantly. “So sunny, how is your sex life? Do you have a boyfriend yet?” I was surprised with how casually he asked that, even more surprising he managed to slip his foot underneath my gym shirt and was rubbing my belly button with his toes. I could clearly see that he had a full-blown erection at this point and there was even a wet spot in the center where it look like he was pre-cuming. He reached in his underwear and started fondling his cock. Just as casually as one would if they were scratching their balls. “No I don’t have the time for that, I just focus on work and school.“ I said nervously, not sure how to respond to his foot action. At this point Mr. Lewis slipped a foot through the leg of my shorts and was rubbing my sweaty thigh, I was getting uneasy with his advances. I knew he was trying to instigate something and I was trying to look for an opportunity to change the subject. “Well you have time to come see me about my plumbing issue.” He said almost mockingly, his foot sliding up further and just as I could feel his toes starting to make contact with my shaft I took that as my opportunity to change the situation. “Oh yes the plumbing!” I got up off the couch and out of Mr. Lewis‘s grasp, trying not to give the situation much acknowledgment. “Yes I should go check out the sink of yours.“ I walked over to his kitchen area and I started fiddling with the handles staring at the sink pressure trying to clear my mind of that awkwardness and do what I came here to do so I could leave. The sink pressure was a little sporadic, but that seemed to be normal, or at least as normal as the same pressure I have had. The building was old and falling apart so I’m not surprised that his plumbing was similar to mine. So I went underneath the sink to check for any leaks. Mr. Lewis came to the kitchen and handed me some tools as I was on my knees bent over looking at the pipes. It was a tight fit so it wasn’t an easy space to work with. I wiggled myself out and asked for a flashlight and a crescent wrench to see if I can loosen or tighten some of the valves and see if that would work. As I looked over to Mr. Lewis, his underwear was off and he had a massive hard veiny and uncut cock pointed at me. “Whoa! Sir your underwear, uh what is-“ “No worries, it’s been hot and the AC doesn’t work so I figured I would slip out of those old things and get more comfortable. You don’t mind. I don’t have anything you haven’t seen before.” It was hot, at least I thought it was hot or maybe that was just the gym talking. Either way I tried not looking at it directly even though it looked to be about 8 or 9 inches long with a fat wide mushroom head. I Took the flashlight and wrench and went back under to focus on the task at hand. I was trying to be slow and gentle since the plumbing looked old and delicate. suddenly I felt something resting on my lower back as I felt Mr. Lewis straddling me. “What are-“ “Don’t mind me I’m just checking to see how the water pressure is doing while you’re down there, I know it’s a tight fit, but you are doing great down there.“ his cock was resting on my ass as he was playing with the sink his legs on either side of me. I said nothing, I didn’t know how to tell them off, and I wasn’t sure if he was really doing anything bad on purpose, he is fairly short after all so if he is checking the sink then naturally he would be standing fairly close. I kept adjusting the pipes below and being on my knees bent over under the sink was feeling awkward so I had to move around a bit, wiggling my hips and repositioning my knees. Unfortunately I was still covered in sweat from the gym and these were my bad shorts and they were starting to slip down, revealing my ass crack. As they slipped down a couple of inches Mr. Lewis’s shaft was now resting on my exposed bare ass. I couldn’t conveniently reach behind and pull them up again so I had to ask him to do it for me. “Um, can you pull my shorts back up for me? My string is broken.“ Mr. Lewis just grabbed my shorts and slipped them all the way down to my knees “You don’t need those, they are just going to distract you. Wow looks like you didn’t feel the need for underwear today either.“ As Mr. Lewis repositioned himself at the sink playing with the faucet again his hips reposition themselves and the tip of his cock was now pointing directly between my sweat covered cheeks, The wide head easily slipping between them due to my sweat and his very slimy cock and making contact with my whole. “Hey! Uh Sir? You’re penis is poking me..” At this point I realized his blatant flirting was starting to get out of hand. “Just a little poke is all. It’s bound to happen in such a small kitchen. Don’t worry about the pre either, your ass sweat is mixing in so I’m sure you can’t tell.” I didn’t like this. My hole was getting lubed up. Mr. Lewis’s fiddling with the sink was causing his hips to wiggle and massage my ass more. I had little room to move around and every time I moved my ass he prodded more forward. “Um it feels like you’re moving around too much. Are you sure you can’t readjust yourself?” “Oh no need to fuss about that, it’s just a little body contact in order to check the problem here, besides it hasn’t even slipped inside you. You’re a strong tight young man. My dirty old poz cock could easily thrust against you several times and your hole will stay closed, watch.” With that Mr. Lewis pulled his cock away from me, grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart, aimed his cock directly at my hole and slammed his hips forward into me, his bulbous cock head popping in past my sphincter with a squelching sound and the rest of his shaft burying deep into me with a loud slap as his hips smacked my ass, balls deep. “AAAGH! SHIT!“ I yelled, the pain of his sudden intrusion sending a shockwave throughout my body. Dropping the flashlight and wrench. The tight fit underneath the sink holding me in place unable to pull my ass away. “Oh, well how about that? It went in with one thrust. I guess I had too much lube on my cock when I was edging earlier. Oh well nothing to be done about it now. While I keep checking the sink how about you focus on the leak down there?” Mr. Lewis kept on playing with the sink above me as his cock was firmly lodged in my guts. His low sagging balls pressed against my taint. My insides were on fire as they were being stretched out by what it felt like a steel pipe. “Mr, Lewis! Please pull it out! You’re so big!“ I instinctively tried to move in the only direction that I could in order to remove myself from him but unfortunately the only way I could move was back toward him, causing my ass to thrust back into him causing his cock to slide in me even deeper. The shock making me wiggle my hips back-and-forth. “Now now, you don’t want to do that. Remember I was edging earlier meaning my balls are on a hair trigger. Move more and you’ll cause me to burst days worth of cum up into your ass raw.” He tried to say casually, noticeably hiding a tenseness to his voice as if he really was on the verge of cuming inside of me. “You can’t! It’s dangerous! You’re poz.“ “Then I suggest you hold still, oof, oh! Your ass is so tight and wet. I could go at any second. I- AAH! Ah!… ahh, that was close. I almost shot” I did my best to hold perfectly still with Mr. Lewis‘s cock balls deep inside me. I was focusing on trying to adjust the pipes and fix his leak, all the while I could feel every curve of his cock, the shape of his head flaring inside me, the bulging of the veins on his shaft. I could feel it all through my ass and every subtle twitch and throb was indicating that it really wanted to open the floodgates and unleash a torrent of dirty cum inside of me. I don’t know how I managed it but I managed to get the piping in working order, Mr. Lewis still nonchalantly playing with the sink above, his legs trembling with his large throbbing penis firmly drilled inside of me. “I think it’s done! You can pull out now!“ Mr. Lewis tested the water flow on his sink, which should have been the same since the piping below it just had a small leak and the water pressure was never really out of the ordinary. “What do you know? Everything seems to be in order. You manage well under pressure.” Mr. Lewis playfully gave a light slap on my ass as some sort of congratulations, but he didn’t pull out just yet. Instead he put both hands on my hips and slowly slid his cock out halfway stopped then slid it back in. He started picking up a pace, he was actually fucking me! “What are you doing? I thought you were going to pull out?“ “I will sunny boy. But first I need to thank you for fixing my plumbing. How about a big load of granddaddy’s cum inside your ass? I promise it will be huge.“ His thrusting continued, his assault on my ass pounding me with slap after a slap of his balls knocking into me. The thrusting admittedly started to feel good, stimulating my prostate. “Oh god! Are, are you undetectable?“ I asked, as some sort of bargaining with my own inhibitions. “Nope sorry. Oof, Oh! You’re gonna get a - oh fuck- hi viral load of poz cum.” His pace quickened. I was so overwhelmed by the sensations of a hard fucking that I couldn’t think. I tried to say something. “Don’t-“ “Ooh here it comes! Package is out for delivery!” He squeezed my cheeks and drilled fast and relentless. My head dizzy and cock drunk. “Oh fuck! OH FUCK! AAAGH!” Mr. Lewis slammed five hard times followed by a dozen lesser slams, each a pulsing jet of cum deep inside. I could feel it flowing in me. I could feel the satisfaction in his long exhale of relief. He stopped and slowly fucked in me for another minute, keeping his ball juice plowed up in my intestines then held still. My heart was racing. My ass aching. So many thoughts going through my head. Here I was just trying to be a good neighbor- wait what the fuck is that? Was he cuming again? Mr. Lewis let out a long sigh as he unloaded a massive load, filling me up even more. Too much more. “Mr. Lewis, what is” “Ahhh, just emptying my bladder boy. Your ass makes a fantastic toilet.” Fuck, he’s pissing in me!? The flow kept coming and my guts became bloated and hot. This old man was really more depraved then I could imagine. Soon he finished up and slowly pulled out. Pushing my cheeks together to keep all his fluids in me. I slowly crawled out and got up. My legs on fire, weak and wobbly. I pulled my shorts up that still sagged a bit. “Ah thanks for getting all my pluming sorted out Tommy. Now all that down there won’t leak out. We wouldn’t want that would we?” I didn’t know what to say. I just slowly walked to the door and picked up my gym bag. But before I could leave Mr. Lewis stopped me again. “Just a moment.” He walked over to the couch and came back. “Open your mouth.” Instead of waiting for me to comply he grabbed my jaw and opened it for me then with one of his dirty socks in hand, shoved it in my mouth. Then sent me on my way with a slap on my ass. “Don’t be a stranger, next time I may need a foot massage.” He winked at me and shut the door. I walked to my place and spit out his sock and threw it. I tried cleaning out and showering but I still felt dirty. I was still in shock of what happened. This dirty old man who had been cruising me for so long somehow managed to lure me into his place, fuck me, cum in me and piss in me. I sat on my couch and rubbed my head, trying to make sense of everything. I looked to the side and Mr. Lewis’s sock was on the arm rest. 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"Wouldn’t it be freeing to never have to worry about gonorrhea ever again?" Check out this article written and shared by San Francisco AIDS Foundation on Bridge HIV's gonorrhea vaccine study. SFAF's Emily Land interviewed our Dr. Hyman Scott about the importance of finding an gonorrhea vaccine. “Bacterial meningitis and gonorrhea infections are both caused by Neisseria bacteria,” said Hyman Scott, MD, from Bridge HIV and San Francisco AIDS Foundation. “The bacteria share a lot of similar structures, which is why the vaccine may work to prevent both types of infection.” For more information about the study, visit our website: [think before following links] https://helpfighthiv.org/gonvax/ [think before following links] https://www.sfaf.org/collections/beta/promising-gonorrhea-vaccine-may-prevent-40-of-cases/ THIS STUDY IS OPEN TO PEOPLE LIVING WITH HIV Additional sites that are recruiting: University of Alabama at Birmingham School of Medicine UCLA Clinical AIDS Research and Education (CARE) Center Emory University Hospital Midtown (Atlanta, Georgia) Cook County Health and Hospitals System - Ruth M Rothstein CORE Center (Illinois) Indiana University School of Medicine - Infectious Diseases LSU - CrescentCare Sexual Health Center (Louisian) Walter Reed National Military Medical Center (Maryland) Harlem Prevention Center, Columbia University, Mailman School of Public Health University of Pennsylvania HIV/AIDS Prevention Research Division The Thai Red Cross AIDS Research Centre Armed Forces Research Institute of Medical Sciences - Royal Thai Army Clinical Research Center
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This is my first story here, and it's fiction. I hope you like it. I didn't like Daniel. There were several reasons for this, but you can probably pin it all down to his antisocial behavior. Luckily I hadn't seen him for a long time. I was all the more surprised to meet him as a participant in our club ski weekend. But unlike usual, this time he had his girlfriend with him. Jana was about 1.75m tall, slim, long brown hair, fawn-colored eyes, a birthmark on her cheek, about mid-20s. All in all, a sweet girl who was also extremely communicative and open-minded. We had a larger group accommodation, showers and toilets separately and not separated by gender. Jana walked down the hallway dressed only in long ski underwear and a thin sports top. An amazing body. How could she put up with Daniel. We skied all day. At lunch at the hut, she peeled off her ski clothes and braided a braid, revealing the straps of the sports bra. I didn't let on how much I liked her. At dinner together, Jana sat right next to me and we were able to have a nice chat. After that we all sat together at the fireplace and drank a glass or two of beer and a bottle of martini was emptied quite quickly. Again and again I let my gaze wander to her, just a great sight. Unfortunately, Daniel was always close by. It was really hard to get any closer to her. In any case, I could consider this evening unsuccessful. And so I didn't just go to bed early because of the alcohol. However, at some point during the night I need to pee urgently. I clenched for a while, but it only worked for a limited time, so I couldn't fall asleep. So I made my way out of my room to the toilet. Light was still shining under the door, apparently someone had forgotten to turn off the light. Quietly, so as not to wake anyone, I opened the door. Oh, apparently someone just went to the toilet. I heard a low moan. I paused for a moment, no one noticed me. So I could listen a little. It seemed like it was just one person. From the pitch of her voice I guessed Jana. There was no one else with a similar voice in the hallway, that much I knew. If it was Jana, then this was my chance. Apparently she was sitting on the toilet masturbating there. There were two options - either I would try to take a video from under the door with my cell phone, or I would offer to help her. I chose the latter. This was a unique opportunity to give Daniel a little present that he would never forget in his life. "I can help you with that if you want," I said just loud enough to be heard. There was a brief silence, she had interrupted. crap, I thought. This will not work. Silence continued. So I took a few steps into the toilet room and slowly resigned myself to the fact that I didn't have a chance. "Hm, ok" answered the female voice. Yes, I was almost certain that it was Jana. She unlocked the door and let me in. Jana was wearing a tight top, pushed over her breasts, and her panties were on the floor. She motioned for me to be quiet. It's clear. Then she grabbed my pants and she had my cock in her hand. She sat on the toilet, leaning slightly forward, so that I could only see her small 75B breasts. Unfortunately I couldn't see her pussy. With the slightest touch of her my tail was. I actually had to pee urgently. I forced myself to persevere. It wasn't long before my cock was in her mouth. Her tongue gently touched my glans. Then she played with it. She carefully encircled my penis with her lips, her tongue always making circular movements. Then she became more demanding. Her movements became faster and faster. I took her head in my hands and pressed my cock into her mouth until she gagged slightly. A couple of times I repeated this game, and it was already very wet. Then I took her top and pulled it off her. She sat stark naked, then I couldn't take it anymore and I had to pee on her. But apparently this didn't bother her, on the contrary, she opened her mouth and began hesitantly and then more and more to swallow. After each sip of her I stopped briefly, that certainly nothing is lost. She absorbed everything. Ok, apparently she liked the slightly heavier style of play. I wanted to test that further. I pulled them up and took both nipples between my thumb and forefinger from behind and squeezed tightly. You escaped a slight moan. I pressed harder and twisted a bit. A small tremor ran through her body. My cock rubbed against her ass. Now I teased her what I would do to her. This is her last chance to say no. With a groan, she confirmed my suggestion. My fingers slid down from her breasts to her still wet vagina. A little slap on it and she moaned again. Then I set out to explore her clitoris. Each rub made her groan, but sometimes I squeezed a little harder, which made her twitch every time. Then I shoved a finger into her vagina. Now there was no stopping her. I rubbed her g-spot harder, sometimes less hard. I pulled out my finger and licked it. Clean, no semen. I was almost a little disappointed. Again, this time I stuck three fingers inside. Another small tremor in her body. Again and again I pressed my fingers firmly against the walls of her cunt. It was only a matter of time before the spot was rubbed raw. But she seemed to enjoy it. I pulled my hand out again and again, let her lick her juice, but I also wanted to taste it. I always checked the appearance of the slime. And then the time had come, no longer transparent white, no, slightly reddish. Perfect. I quickly scratched my glans with my fingernail and a thin line of blood was visible. Now I put my cock in her pussy. I fucked her while my now free fingers explored her asshole. With a little spit I was able to penetrate effortlessly. Apparently she had already practiced that. She grabbed three fingers easily. And so slowly she had trouble just moaning softly. She kept getting louder, which was clearly uncomfortable for her. I also worked on the second hole until it was slightly bloody, then I switched backwards with my cock. I fucked the little tight hole. She seemed to like it. Then I couldn't hold it anymore and pumped her 3 strokes in the ass. I quickly pulled out and the next 3 loads of cum ended up in the pussy. After I had filled them I pushed a few more times. Suddenly it became clear to her that she had to go back to Daniel like this, and even if she were to put her panties back on, Daniel would probably notice the foreign sperm. She suddenly switched and ordered me to lick her clean. Since my plan had worked up to that point, I followed her order. That way she wouldn't notice the blood either. After 10 minutes in which she herself had 2 orgasms, she was clean. She pulled her panties up and her shirt on again and left the toilet. I removed the traces and went back to bed. The next morning we didn't show anything. There probably wouldn't be a repeat. Two weeks later I met one of our trainers. He was waiting for Daniel. When he called Daniel he said he had to take care of Jana who had the worst flu of her life. Extremely upset, the coach left the club. Once again Daniel had annoyed someone with his antisocial behavior. He would soon get his present from Jana.
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Continuation of my bedroom pozbang story. This is fiction. After the wild night of having poz loads pumped into me, I was sleeping, sandwiched between my two black daddy bear lovers. I had a big butt plug in to keep all of the poz loads in and prevent them from leaking out. I was lightly awoken from my slumber when Robert whispered in my ear, "your surprise is here... they are here for your final neg loads." The doorbell rang and Robert and Bill got up and answered it. I looked at the clock. 9 am. My head was still spinning from all the cum and hands-free orgasms from the poz gangbang the previous night. Bill walked back into the master bedroom and pulled out a red cock ring. He stretched the silicone ring around the base of my cock. I could feel my cock beginning to swell and harden immediately. Bill also gave me some viagra as well and I was soon rock hard. Bill motioned for me stand with my legs spread wide in a power stance and display my hard cock for the guests to see. Bill also put a blindfold over my eyes to ensure the surprise. Bill left the room to bring Robert and the guests to the master bedroom as I stood there with my 7" cut cock jutting out like a flagpole. Robert and Bill returned with the guests and the two black men walked over to me and took off the blindfold. "Enjoy your final neg loads," Robert said to me as he and Bill walked out of the bedroom, leaving me with the guests. I was staring at four naked and stunning women. The first was a short, muscular Asian woman, who had to be in mid-thirties. Beautiful golden, tanned skin. Long, flowing black hair. Visible washboard abs, veins popping out on her biceps and triceps. Thick bodybuilder thighs, a large and engorged clit, a trimmed bush, and big fake tits, probably at least D-cups. Next to her was a tall white woman, built like a milf. Beautiful, tanned skin, a nice landing strip, legs that went on for days, large, all-natural c-cup tits. On her right was a big and beautiful, light brown skinned Indian woman. She was a curvaceous bbw with a thick ass and thighs with matching brood mother hips. Her breasts sagged, but were all natural and massive, at least F-cups. The final woman was a thick and curvy black woman. Big tits, big ass, thick thighs, the complete package. Each woman had biohazard and scorpion tattoos in various spots on their bodies. "So I heard from Bill and Robert you have some final neg loads to unload. Well, all four of us are poz and we want your last neg loads," the white woman said to me. "It's also each of our times of the month and we are all super fertile and even more horny. Make us pregnant," the black woman responded. "Yes, impregnate us in more ways than one. Give us your babies," the Indian woman said. The Asian female bodybuilder didn't say anything. She picked me up and threw me on the bed. My sore and plugged ass bounced as the Asian woman jumped on my cock. I watched and moaned as she effortlessly guided my cock into her soaking and hairy snatch. At first, she started grinding rhythmically, but then she started grinding me hard and passionate. It was as if she was trying to fuck me through the bed. The white milf climbed up and guided her trimmed pussy onto my awaiting mouth, while the other two women found fingers on both of my hands. I was drowning in the milf's cum as I lapped at her clit and her pussy. I could feel the other two women's pussies leaking on my hands. I could feel that the Asian bodybuilder grinding and riding me had cum twice in ten minutes. Her engorged clit looked like a small micropenis. I was getting close. The Asian woman moaned loud as I filled her hairy cunt with my neg load. I counted at least twenty spurts of cum inside her. "Me next," the milf responded as she laid on her back. I stood up, my cock still rock hard from the Viagra and cock ring. I laid on top of her in missionary and started thrusting inside her trimmed, wet snatch. As I was fucking the white milf, I could feel a sudden emptiness in my ass. The bodybuilder ripped the large plug from my ass. Suddenly, my ass was no longer empty. The bodybuilder plunged a 12" black strapless dildo into my ass and started fucking me like I was just some slut off the street. The sensation on my battered prostate caused me to explode inside the milf. It was a huge load, as I must have kept cumming for what seemed like a minute. The Asian bodybuilder didn't stop fucking my ass, even as the black bbw laid down in front of my cock and guided me in. By "guided" it was more or less shoved in, as the force from being fucked from behind pushed me into her cunt. We both cried out in pleasure as this mini fuck train was going at full steam. I got my thrusts into a rhythm and synced the timing of the bodybuilder's thrusts into me. As I fucked the black bbw, she wrapped her thick legs around me, which in turn caused me to go further into her cunt. "That's right, fuck my cunt. Suck on my tits, bitch!" she ordered me. I obeyed, sucking on her left tit. Twenty minutes into this session, the black bbw came three times and I blew my load twice. She wanted one final load from me, and she got it. The bodybuilder took off the strapless dildo, turned on the vibrator in it, and shoved it deep into my abused ass. I pumped a third and final load deep into the black bbw's greedy cunt. I was moaning like whore as we shared a make out session. My cock, still hard, slipped out of her cum filled cunt. I was tired and panting. Sweat and cum stained my body. The first three women left, leaving the Indian woman behind. I was expecting her to me rough, but she wasn't. She gently removed the dildo from my ass and gingerly inserted the butt plug back into my sore ass. "Let your Indian auntie make you feel amazing, babe." she told me as we made out. Our tongues danced with each other and in and out of each other's mouths. As we embraced in a hug, she slowly grinded against my cock. She laid down prone on the bed and I guided myself down towards her bottom, my cock finally resting at the entrance of her hairy pussy. She slowly backed up her thick ass and enveloped my cock in her dripping cunt. We made love. It wasn't brutal sex like the other three women, she made love to my cock and myself. It was rhythmic and passionate. Both of us came twice as we built up for a third one. I gently rolled her onto her back and fucked her passionately, making out and sucking her tits. As her hairy pussy clamped down in orgasm on my cock, I had one final explosive orgasm. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her. We held that embrace for what seemed like an eternity as Bill and Robert walked back into the room. The woman kissed me on last time and wrote down her number for me. A week later, I had the most flu/sickness of my life. I went to my doctor and got tested. I was officially poz. Four weeks after that, all four of the women texted me pictures of their growing baby bumps.
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Not much in this first chapter. First time writing anything like this. Feedback greatly welcomed. Sami, 17, 5’8, 62kg, Egyptian Mark, 34, 6’3, 98kg, American I was out with my three older cousins, the first time my parents had let me outside without them. I was their only child and they really babied me. Never letting me out of their sight. I was damn near eighteen. When my cousins had begged my parents to let me go out and play football with them. And with me pleading my case they finally let me go. See, I have a gift. Some say it’s magic. But I can do anything perfectly. And my cousins needed my feet to win a football championship. The only thing I had to do was call in every hour to make sure I was okay. To get to the stadium we had to walk through the markets. The bazaar. And it being high noon in Egypt. The hottest time in the day. We were already sweating. And I was trying to keep up with my cousins when my phone alarm rang. I had to call my parents. As I dialled in the number on my phone. From the corner of my eye I could see something out of place. A white man with a newly placed stall. On it it read ~come learn about medicine. Guess correctly which medicine is which and we’ll give you a full scholarship to our one if a kind university in America~ I was intrigued. At both the opportunity and also the man. He looked different to all the men I’ve seen. Which were not a lot- being sheltered an all. He had a chizzled jaw coated in a matte brown beard. A pronounced Adam’s apple the bulged out of his throat. A bead of sweat gathering at the edge as it dropped I followed it with my eyes. First it passed his muscular chest, his nipples protruded like they must have been deformed, it passed his stomach, the abs showing up defined under his navy blue T-shirt, looked like it was sculpted on him. Leaving sweat stains in the shape of his abs. Until that bead of sweat landed on his other bulge. The one in his pants. My god it was massive. His bulge twitched as if it felt that bead land on it, until I looked up and he was staring at me. I was broken out of this trance by the voice from my phone. Oh shit it was my mum. I’d forgotten I had pressed dial. “Sami, Sami. Answer me now. Or I am coming to get you. Sami.” My mother yelled down the phone. I checked the time and it read 1:46. I was on the phone for nearly 2 minutes. So that means I was checking out that man for that long also. I was embarrassed. “Hi mum. I’m alright. We are just reaching the stadium now.” I have no idea why I lied to her. I never lied to her before. “Alright, phew!” My mum sighed “hope you are safe. Remember to call me every hour.” But before she could hang up I quickly got her attention. “Mum, you know you always said you wanted me to become a doctor.” I said to jog her memory “Yes.” She replied “you will be a doctor.” She said almost too aggressively to which I rolled my eyes. “What if I studied in America?” I said not knowing why. “That’d be great. But you know we can’t afford it. Sorry Sami.” She said meekly. “Ok, by the way mum, the stadium said we have to give in our phones so nothing can be recorded. I don’t think I can call you for the next three hours.” I lied again. Boy was I on a roll. “Ok, stick with your cousins. They’ll keep you safe.” I hung up as I made my way to that white mans stall… My cousins stopped to see where I was going and they called out to me. “Sami, where are you going?” They’d asked as they ran up to me. “I want to try this game to become a doctor.” I replied. They took a look at the stall, their faces turning ugly as they saw the man. “Don’t trust him. He’s not one of us.” They’d said. But I was having none of it. I wanted to become a doctor. Or did I want something else? Once they’d figured they can’t stop me they offered to take the test first to see if it was safe. In turns they’d go up. The man would close the curtain and make them pick. A minute after he would open the curtains and he would announce to everyone that they had failed. He’d go in and replace what was on the table then usher in the next teen. At this point all of my cousins has gone. Every time he came out he’d look at me and smile. It was my turn. From my cousins they were giving me tips. “You have to guess which powder is the medicine. Paracetamol crushed up finely. On the table there is also cinnamon powder, black pepper powder, salt and flour, how did we all fail?” My cousins complained. As I started walking in the direction of the stall, my gaze latched onto the man’s bulge. Getting closer and closer. Until I was at the foot of the three steps to get into his shop. He leaned forward. To where his bulge was nearly touching my face. I inhaled, and I could smell it. I licked my lips which he noticed. And his smile grew wider. “One second. I need to set up.” He’d said as he turned around. His ass looked amazing in those jeans. And I could swear I could see a hole where his hole must have been. He seemed to be sweating from there also. As he unlocked the door, he bent over slightly and I could see a new bead of sweat white in colour drop from that hole in his jeans. From the window in the door I could see him change the plates on the table. He changed all the coloured powders and replaced them all with white powders. Some white crystals. He then came back out and addressed the crowd. “Come in young one. Do you guys think he has the gift of medicine.” He shouted in his bazaar like voice. As I watched as his bulge danced in his pants. Like the others, I went in, he closed the curtains and he put a timer on. For 1 minute. To which he paused at 59 seconds. “What’s your name?” He said “Sami. You?” I replied “I’m Mark. Sniff a powder. If it is the right one, then you can have my gift. And become a doctor in America.” The powders all looked the same to me. I was thinking which to sniff. Paused for a second. “Do you want my gift?” He questioned me as he walked around the table. And I swear I could see that the fly of his jeans were undone. The pubes he had were thick. And at the end of it was a peachy monster. That went further into his jeans. My eyes must be playing tricks on me. I looked back at the plates. The powders and fine crystals. I needed to pick one to sniff. He then grabbed two of the plates and emptied the contents onto the other plate. He then grabbed that plate and emptied it onto the last plate closest to me. “Here! This’ll make it easier for you to choose.” I was confused. But found what he was saying true. It was easier to pick. The only one there. But a mix of everything there. Should I trust him. Go against my cousins advice. I was hesitant. When he started dividing the mound into two. A small line and a big line. He snorted the smaller line. Stepped back and whooped at the air. “See it is safe. Go ahead.” He said as he dropped back onto the couch behind him. As he grabbed at his bulge stroking it through his jeans as he looked at me lustfully. Fuck it I thought. He’s taken it so it must be safe. And I really wanted to go to America to become a doctor. So I inhaled it. Sniffed it all, all in one go. He clapped his hands as he stood up and walked towards me. I went to grab at his bulge. To which he grabbed my hand and shook his finger no. He told me to sit on the couch and wait. This time he never opened the curtain. He done up his fly, buttoned his button and looked himself in the mirror and then opened the door. “And we have a winner.” He anointed to the crowd. “He’ll no go on to the next test to see how much of a scholarship he can get.” He tried to close the door when my cousins came running up. “We always knew he had a gift. But we need to play football.” They whined. “How long is the next test going to take.” They asked mark. “Two hours - three hours max. Depends on how good he performs.” He tried closing the door again. When my eldest cousin put his foot in the door. “Let me see him. I don’t trust you.” He growled at mark. Mark had opened the door, just a little so they couldn’t see me flying on the couch. “You can come in and see… but if you do then he fails as well… no outside help allowed.” He warned. My cousin was walking up the stairs to the door just about to see me when he was pulled back by my other cousin. “I’m not going to let you ruin this for Sami. You know how much he wants it. It’s a sign, the first time he’s allowed out and he passes the test. He has a gift man. Allow him to get his gift man.” He said to which my eldest cousin backed down. “Ok. But we are staying right here outside this door.” “Fine with me.” Mark said and casually closed and locked the door. When he turned around to look at me. He’d already gotten his fly down. He had on a jockstrap. He must of had it pulled down under his balls the last time I saw his pubes and cock. His jockstrap was raunchy and stained. So that’s what I smelt at the foot of the door last time. He looked his fingers into his jeans at the waist before stopping and looking at me. “Do you want my gift?” He asked one more time. I was confused. Did he have a gift like mine also. Could I combine his gift with mine. My mind was going a hundred miles a second when his jock strapped bulge hit my mouth and nose. I took a sniff. And a lick and it was out of this world. He stepped back and asked again. “Do you want…” But before he could finish his question I replied with enthusiasm. “Yes, I want your gift, I want to learn about your medicine. I want to become a doctor.” I said with my voice getting louder with each sentence. “Good boy, test 2 passed. Test 3 is in the back room. But first here suck on my cock and see how it tastes boy.” He said as he freed his monster cock from its filthy jockstrap jail. I took his salty member into my mouth. And cause of my gift (doing everything perfect) I was able to suck him good. Suctioning his big white cock into my Egyptian mouth. Which surprised mark greatly. He leaned forward and reached behind the couch sinking in deeper into my throat until his sweaty balls were on my chin. When he found the handle camouflaged into the back wall and opened the hidden door. He started backing out of my throat. And when his eyes could se my face. He moaned as my eyes were fixed on his in lust. “Come let’s go to the other room.” He climbed over me. His ass just a few inches above my face. When I heard him say “fuck it. Eat my filthy ripe ass” And he squatted and sat on my face. My tongue already outstretched impaled his asshole tasting where that bead of white sweat had come out from.
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Hi all, is here someone from Würzburg? I moved recetly there. Small city.. Kin d of conservatie too. That + be poz mean for me there, no way I will ever fuck there :)) I alays disclose my status to any sex partner before it happens. In Würzburg, 2 guys rejected me because of this. Other friends are tellingme , I dont have to talk about it at all as it not legally required in Germany. Dont know. But - this wont work either. Than I feel uncomfortable. That leas then only in one issue - wont get a boner 😄 Do you usually disclous your HIV status to random sex partners? Or I am the only one stupid ? Thanks people..
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"Fuck! His cumhole is so loose and sloppy! Fuck yeah!" one of the men roared aloud. How did I get to this point? Well for starters, we have to go back to the beginning. For those that know, I have been dating this amazing married couple, Robert and Bill. Two older, black silver daddies and bears with massively endowed big black cocks. They had introduced me to the wonders of being fucked bareback. Since then, we have been fucking exclusively raw. No more condoms. Since we were not mutually exclusive, we fucked other people, both men and women. Occasionally, we would meet up at their place and they would fuck my brains out. It was blissful being pounded by these two, beautiful older back bears. After a year plus of fucking, one night Robert and Bill had a surprise for me. When I arrived that night, I immediately stripped naked after entering their home. Robet and Bill were wearing nothing but fluffy, soft, white robes. They dropped their robes and revealed the new tattoos they had gotten. Robert had a biohazard sign on his stomach, right where his belly button was. Bill had two scorpions on his pelvis, right above his cock. "Do you know what these signs mean?" They asked me. "You're poz," I responded not at all shocked. The two explained how they both came to become poz. Two months ago, they were tagteaming an Asian twink. Double penetration, they whole nine yards. The twink had propositioned them: they could both breed him if he could breed the both of them. Robert and Bill were total tops and usually pulled out when they came, but this was too good of an offer to pass up. They ripped off their condoms and both slammed full force into the twink's guts and came hard. After that, the Asian twink pounded both of them into submission, raw with no lube. Two weeks after they were bred, they got sick. They went to their doctor to get tested and found out they were poz. They didn't know the twink they had fucked was poz either. "We're both highly viral. We'd understand if you don't want to be with us anymore," Bill said to me. It took me less than ten second to decide I wanted to be poz with them and told them. "Excellent!" Robert exclaimed. "I don't just want both of your viral loads. I want more. Do you know of any other silver daddies and older bears who are poz and highly viral?" I asked them. The nodded yes excitedly and started making calls to get them over here now. They got me prepared for what would be my last night neg. They showered me, cleaned me out well. Lubed me up and got my body nice and slick with massage oils. They strapped on a silicone cock ring around the base of my cock, to help keep me hard throughout the night. They walked me to the guest bedroom and had me hoisted into the sling. I say it was a "guest bedroom", in reality, it was a sex playroom. Slings, a fuck bench, a sybian, a few fuck machines, a milker, other sex toys. After I was strapped into the sling, Bill grabbed a sharpie and drew a single short line on my ass. He was going to the first to breed me tonight and make me poz. His cock was raging hard. Throbbing and practically bouncing up and down. He applied a ton of more oil to me and his cock and then it happened. Unlike the first time we fucked raw, he was not gentle. He shoved his massive cock inside me, so hard, I could feel myself tearing up on the inside. I could feel the intense burn from it. Bill wasn't making love to me; he was on a mission. He brutally fucked me., pounding me. Occasionally pulling all the way out, just to slam all the back into me, all the way to the hilt. Robert in between making out with me, encouraged me. Said I looked amazing getting fucked by his husband's poz cock. Ten minutes later and Bill roared. His cock stiffened up and unleashed white hot blasts of poz cum into torn and wrecked hole. Robert wasted no time and slammed his monstrous black cock into me. I gasped and winced at first, but that sent me over the edge. I had blown my load, hands free, all over my chest. Suddenly the doorbell rang. "They're here," Bill said giddily as left the room and walked to the front door. Robert kept fucking me. Without warning, he buried his monstrous cock to the hilt and held it there. Jet after jet of white hot poz cum was being shot into me. He grabbed the marker and drew a tally next to the one Bill drew. Just after he put the cap on, the group of poz daddies had arrived and were already hard and aching for my wrecked, poz cum filled hole. "Fuck his cumhole is loose!" of the men exclaimed. The night was just getting started....
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Just want to find someone as fucked up in the head and horny 23/24 hrs of day as I am. I'm 38 near evansville. In owensboro. Glwm 5'9 160 6c thick.
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I was in my late-afternoon chemistry class when it happened. One minute I was diligently taking notes, and then the next a bead of sweat dropped onto my notebook smudging the ink. I started to feel warm and a bit light-headed. After ten and a half days, I finally had my moment. I had begun to think it wasn’t going to happen. Hell, a part of me was even relieved that it hadn’t. For a week and a half it was all I could think about. It was all consuming—even taking my sleep away from me. It was day and night after day and night of wondering and anxiety that I had done something unforgivable. Up until that moment, I thought I had successfully dodged it. I even began to convince myself of “never again.” I excused myself from class and stumbled into the men’s restroom. I took the empty stall at the very end of a row of aging, gray partitions—directly under the air conditioning vent. At least that would offer me some relief. Hanging my backpack on the door’s hook, I slumped down onto the toilet with my phone in hand. I leaned my head back against the tiled wall while the overwhelming smell of cleaning products made me nauseous to the point of almost retching. “I’m pregnant,” I texted Darren and then sat the phone down on the plastic toilet paper dispenser. I hadn’t been back to Jackhammers since my...adventure...with Darren in his office. For the first few days after our unplanned and somewhat unhinged romp, we talked every night. I exhibited ample depravity, and our chats always ended in a video call with me jerking off while stuffing something extraordinary into my asshole. And yes, he would have me pretend that it was his cock filling my insides. And yes, he would have me beg for his charged load flowing deep into my bowels. But, as the days drew on, I suppose the weight of what I had actually done began to weigh on me. I began to freak out just a little you might say. The mind-fuck of thinking you were part of “sure thing” by taking three deep loads of vial cum, and that there was no way you were going to get by without becoming positive, was made worse by not getting symptoms of the fuck flu. Each day that passed without getting sick, I began to tell myself that I was lucky. I was in the clear despite literally begging to be bred by Darren’s charged dick—three delicious times. Of course, there was always that chance that I was one of the few that wouldn’t display early symptoms. This too racked my brain with anxiety. But, the further I got from that night in his office, the more I had begun to believe I was going to be okay and that I would never have sex without protection again. The ping of my phone brought me back into reality and out of my mental spiraling for a moment. “Congratulations! I guess that makes me a proud father! Where are you?” Congratulations? Was he kidding? He gave me HIV and was congratulating me? It seemed completely fucked up. “A bathroom stall at school. It just hit me in the middle of class. I had to leave,” I typed. “You said you wished you could feel the moment you would know you got preggers. This is it, boy!” There was a brief pause before a picture of his hard cock appeared on my phone. “I’m so horny right now. Come by the club.” How could he be so horny by me telling him I’m sick? Of course I say that at the same time I feel my own cock getting hard in my jeans. Another ping to my phone. “??? Are you coming?” I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and wiped my sweat-covered face and forehead. “Okay...be there in like 30 minutes.” “What the fuck am I doing?” I mumbled while stuffing the drenched toilet paper between my legs into the toilet. Standing up, I began to wonder if I shouldn’t just go home and directly to bed. Even as I pulled into the club parking lot I was still wondering why I didn’t just drive home. Despite my a/c at full blast, I had soaked though my t-shirt. I felt like absolute death as I typed into my phone, “Here.” “Come in through the back since we’re hours from opening for the night. Lock the door once inside.” “I could still go home,” I told myself even though it felt more like, “Why wasn’t I going home?”. I stumbled between the two parked cars near the rear entrance. One was clearly Darren’s—marked by colorful pride sticker on the bumper. The other was completely foreign to me. Once inside, despite my brain feeling like it was melting, I managed to remember to lock the door. Some ambient music seemed to be playing from the overhead speakers—definitely nothing like the club music we fucked to. I made a quick pit-stop in the public restroom near the bar area and deposited a sizable amount of the contents of my stomach into one of the toilets. I was hoping that may help alleviate my body crying out in misery, but that wasn’t the case. So, I did a quick rinse on my mouth from the sink; wiped more sweat from my brow and made my way towards Darren’s office while holding onto the wall for balance. “I should really be in bed,” I mumbled approaching his door. I could hear two distinct voices behind the door. The non-Darren voice must be the owner of the other car, but who was the unexpected mystery guest? “Well look who’s here!” Darren said with a booming voice as I opened the door and staggered inside. It wasn’t the site I expected to see. Besides a bottomless Darren, a slim and smooth twink was present—flat on his desk and bound exactly as I was. I was immediately jealous. I know...I know...I know you’re going to say, “Did you really think you were the first boy that had been locked up in those cuffs?” In my mind, I know it’s ridiculous to think I was first. But, in my defense, I didn’t expect Darren to already be mounting another boy less than two weeks after we had our...impromptu breeding session. Fuck it. Yes. I was jealous. I guess I wanted my special status to last longer than ten days. “Woah...you look like shit, man,” the twink chimed in. I shot him a look of utter contempt and disdain. “Proud class valedictorian. Liberty High Class of 2005,” I said. “Yeah! That’s me!” he said happy as a pig in a mud pit. “Hard to believe that was only a year ago.” “I’m sorry...what?” Darren interjected completely confused. “The bumper sticker on his car in the parking lot,” I replied while feeling my throat grow ever more sore by the minute. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror above his couch on my right. The twink was begrudgingly right. I did look like shit—pale, sweat-soaked shirt and drenched hair from sweating like a whore in the front pew of church. Ugh...fucking twink. I mean, nothing against twinks, but as a tall, hairy otter, we’re kind of natural enemies in the great competition for cock. So, fuck ‘em I suppose. “Look at me about to fuck a brainiac,” Darren joked. “I was also a valedictorian. I just don’t put it on a bumper sticker on my fucking car,” I managed to get out while coughing. “Like 10 years ago though, right? And were you class president too?” the twink said. Fucking twink. He was only a year or two at max older than me. Fucking 10 years. “So, what the fuck is going on here with him?” I asked blatantly annoyed. “Eric here? I met him online. He was interested in a kinky first time.” “Who are you?” the smart-ass twink inquired. “I’m…” “My son,” Darren interrupted. “Like for real?” the twink responded bewildered. I too was taken back. “Yup,” Darren said turning to me and smiling. My cock sprung to life. Okay. I’ll play along. I walked over to Darren. I could see his bare cock dripping with excitement. I leaned in and Darren immediately began kissing me. His tongue slipped between my lips and teased mine in an erotic dance. I reached down and slid my hand up and down his throbbing shaft several times. As our lips parts, I scooped a helping of pre-cum from his swollen head and slipped my coated fingertips into my mouth. I moaned and sucked gently while savoring the delicious nectar. “Daddy’s cum tastes the best,” I cooed. “Wow!” Eric said. “You two are fucking hot. I wish my dad would play with me.” “Daddy’s a very special gift,” I said smiling while looking at Darren. “How are you feeling, son?” “I think I’ve got the fu…” “Flu?” Darren was quick to interrupt. “Mmmhhh hmmm,” I softly mused while turning to inspect Eric. I ran my fingers down his flat stomach, over his rather small but hard cock and let my my palm come to rest cupping his tight, hairless balls. “Cute,” I said seething with sarcasm. “You should look at his special place,” Darren said putting his hands on my shoulders from behind and pushing me down onto my knees. I was up close to his allegedly virgin pucker. I hated to admit it, and I wouldn’t dare admit it aloud, but it did look pink, smooth and delicious. Leaning in, I pressed the tip if my tongue against his hole. It was my first time eating ass, and I was definitely already enjoying it. Eric was too it seemed. He started to immediately writhe and moan. “Mmmhh that’s a good, son,” Darren moaned while shoving his hard cock near the side of my face. I reached up with my left hand and began stroking him while I continued to bathe Eric’s asshole in my spit. “Is it yummy?” I pressed my tongue into his hole and made a few swirls. “So yummy, Daddy.” Eric was about to have a seizure it seemed with his level or enjoyment. I could feel my own spit pouring out of my mouth and dripping down off my chin. It was like I was salivating eating my favorite meal. It just turned out my favorite new meal was twink ass. Darren turned my head and shoved his cock deep into my throat with one solid thrust. He left it there until my stomach spasmed and my body heaved. I blasted snot and spit out the sides of my mouth while he continued to forcefully hold my head in place. The room started to close in and my vision dim from lack of oxygen. Darren finally pulled out long enough for me to catch one half-breath before shoving his cock right back down my throat. It was at this point he began to throat fuck me complete with me sounding like a duck being murdered. “Ohhh fuck yeah,” I could hear Eric moan. “Fuck his stupid face.” It was then that I knew what I was going to do. My place in this situation would not be supplanted by an insolent twink. Darren was as hard as I could possibly imagine a cock could be when he stopped fucking my already sore throat. I stood up. “I think Eric’s pretty, little asshole is all lubed up thanks to my tongue. I bet he’s just dying to be fucked by you, Daddy.” “Oh god yes!” he squealed with delight. I reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a condom. I held it up and shook it back and forth while it hung still packaged from my fingertips. “Best to be safe for you first time!” I said. “Yes pleased. My parents would...they don’t know I’m…” “Shhh,” I shushed with my finger to my lips. I stood between Eric and Darren and unwrapped the condom. I started to slide it onto his enormous dick. I pushed it further down until the head of his cock broke through the tip. Looking up into Darren’s eyes, “There we go. Just perfect for Eric’s yummy asshole.” Darren smiled back at me. I moved to the side as Darren pushed his manhood into Eric. I was overcome with lust knowing what I had just done. Eric whimpered and begged for Darren to go slow at first, but beast Darren was back in action and paid no attention to the twink’s pleas. It was insanely hot watching Daddy fucking another boy in front of me. It was mind-blowing being subtly directed to eat Eric’s ass in preparation for what was taking place. Eric began to pathetically and annoyingly whimper and bemoan the plight of having Darren’s cock tear his virginal fuck-hole asunder. I looked over at Darren with a look of seething disdain. Eric wasn’t behaving as if he truly appreciated losing his virginity in such a glorious and primal act of carnality. Daddy mirrored my contempt in his expression. Despite feeling mere moments away from passing out, I knew how to take care of this. The last hour of profuse sweating that I had endured had already taken its toll on me and my clothes. As I peeled of my clothes, my shirt and underwear were completely soaked. Leaning over to slip my briefs off my feet, I caught a whiff of my nether region. I was...musky at best and more precisely beyond funky to the point of smelling like a rotting fish on a hot summer day. Tossing my clothes into a pile on Darren’s chair, I climbed onto the desk and straddled Eric reverse cowgirl—allowing my purified scent to envelope his face. “Ugh...you smell ripe,” he complained before resuming his agonizing moans. “I think we’ve had enough of your complaining. You need to be taught your place,” I chided. I pulled my ass apart and leaned back right against Eric’s mouth. I could feel his terrified breaths against my pucker. I could feel the delightful vibrations of his groaning and whimpering. “I think it’s time to repay the favor I gave you, class president,” I taunted while smiling at Darren in front of me. Eric was clearly hesitating so I pressed my entire ass over his mouth and nose. “I’m just not feeling a tongue up my asshole yet. I’m only hearing you whining like a bitch from taking dick like a disrespectful little shit. Get to eating my extra sweaty asshole.” “He’d better if he knows what’s good for him,” Darren said while starting to really pound Eric’s delicate ass. I could feel him twitching below me unable to breathe. He rattled his cuffs to no avail. “I guess he wants to pass out and let us do all sorts of horrible things to him,” I teased. Finally, I felt his tongue against my hole. “Come now...you can do much better than that. Eat with the same desire and hunger that I ate yours.” His tongue pushed inside me and I moaned in delight—the entire time his whimpers from Darren’s deluge of thrusts were transmitted into my own hole. “That’s a good boy,” I praised while lifting my ass up enough he could breathe again. After I bit, I leaned forward and watched Darren’s raw cockhead penetrating Eric over and over. I spit a huge glob of slippery snot and saliva onto Eric’s balls and watched it ooze down towards his protruding asshole. Darren pulled out just in time to catch my goo and push it into Eric’s hole with the head of his dick. “Fuck that was hot,” Darren moaned. My own cock was hard and in need of servicing. Lucky for me I had the perfect hole below me. I leaned back high onto my knees so my balls rested on Eric’s nose. “You did a...serviceable job on my asshole. That means you get to graduate.” I pressed two fingers from each hand into his timid mouth and began to pry it open. Darren watched in awe. He was seeing that I too had a latent beast in me clamoring to get into the light. “Open wide, slut,” I commanded. Eric slowly opened his mouth and I pressed my index and middle fingers from my left hand into his mouth. I pushed them deep into his mouth against his wide, wet tongue. He gagged and began to spit up a little but my fingers stayed in his mouth. “Mmmhhh...that’s a good faggot,” I teased while starting to fuck his mouth with my two fingers—always making sure to go deeper and deeper and elicit plenty of retching and glorious gagging sounds. I mean, fuck, there is something so hot about hearing a slutty, bottom gagging like a whore. Now I knew why tops loved throat-fucking someone. From time to time I would take my fingers out of his mouth. He would start to say something, and I would immediately force my fingers back down his throat while feeling my cock throb each time he’d choke and gurgle. Sometimes I’d add a little flair to the experience by also spitting directly into his gaping maw as my fingers pressed down on his tongue. I was in my own heaven. I finally stopped tormenting him with my fingers. Upon their withdrawal, he immediately gasped, “Please…” “Please? Sure! I hear you loud and clear.” I leaned forward onto all fours and pushed my cock into his mouth and started humping his face as hard as Darren was fucking his ass. We were in unison with every mutual stroke. Darren put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it down towards Eric’s humble but hard cock. I didn’t really want to give Eric the satisfaction of his cocklet in my mouth after his previous verbal digs, but Daddy was the one in charge and I gobbled up his smooth dick. Again, I wouldn’t admit it aloud to anyone in the room, but his dick did taste just as delicious as his asshole. Regardless of this, I wasn’t going to let up my assault on his throat, and I damn sure wasn’t going to be making him cum. And if by some miracle his did squirt his pathetic spunk into my mouth, I’d be immediately spitting it into his own mouth for recycling. Someone has to think of the environment! “Mmmhhh that’s fucking sexy,” Darren moaned. “My son playing with my new toy...mmmh yeah. Daddy is so close to cumming.” I could already tell he was about to secretly explode deep in Eric’s guts. Daddy finally let out a beastly roar and kept his dick deep in my enemy’s hole. I watched with my mouth full of cock as Daddy’s balls spasmed—ushering his toxic seed along its path into Eric’s bowels. “Stupid, asshole twink,” I thought to myself as my own cock was close to climaxing. Darren pulled out and I could see some drops of cum beginning to build up on the tip of his dick. I quickly hopped off of Eric and re-positioned myself between him and Daddy. I place my hardon below his so his seed dripped onto the head of my cock. It felt other-worldly. “Can I fuck him too, Daddy? Pleeease?” I moaned with a smile. “But it’s your first time fucking. Daddy has to teach you how to do it correctly,” he smiled back. He milked his cock so that even more charged cum covered my own. Placing his hands on my hips, he pushed me forward so that my gooey head pushed on Eric’s pulsating asshole. Eric moaned wildly—completely oblivious to our clandestine debauchery. “Now you just push forward like this,” Darren said while cupping my ass with his hands and driving me forward. My cum-covered cock slipped inside Eric with minimal effort. Feeling his warm, wet, freshly-fucked asshole enveloping my cock made my balls tighten and my mind race. These novel sensations were completely unexpected. I was suddenly delirious with lust. I knew that my own seed wasn’t going to convert Eric, but there was a new part of me that caused me to suddenly feel that I should fuck my load into a pure, unspoiled bottom’s insides. Once a self-professed power-bottom, the fuck-flu had unleashed a hidden part of me that I never would have suspected existed. I could feel the weight of Darren’s semi-hard cock against my own ass. I reveled in the sensation of little drips of hismcum running down in-between my cheeks. He moved his hands back to my hips and began pulling me back and forth. And while my cock was nowhere near the girth of Darren’s, I still had a nicely-shaped mushroom tip that loved to pop in and out of Eric’s achingly raw asshole. My manhood was enough to still make the snotty valedictorian whimper and whine each time I stuffed my own manhood deep into his unsuspecting and abused bottom. Watching his insides start to come out with each thrust became a visual obsession. I wanted to fuck him harder and harder until I broke him and felt my own cum coursing out of my meat and into his guts. Daddy slid his hand off my hips and up and under my arms. He pinched and twisted my sensitive nipples while I ruthlessly pounded away at this living fleshlight. Leaning over my shoulder, he whispered into my right ear, “Fuck your poz load into this little faggot.” I grunted and moaned as sweat continued to drench my body. My fever felt like it was cooking my brain. “Daddy is so proud of you. We’re going to charge up so many bottoms together when I’m not busy having yours whored out to every diseased cock in town. Cum in him...now..” “Fuuucckk!!!” I yelled out. It felt like my entire body was seizing up the moment as I unleashed my first load as a breeding top. Darren’s hands immediately went back to cupping my ass. He firmly held me in placed as I felt the spurts of cum travel down my shaft and into Eric’s busted hole. “Ohhhh god,” I moaned as my cock began to retract. “Good boy, son,” Darren whispered into my ear. After my cock slipped out of Eric, I rushed into Darren’s private bathroom. I looked at my drained and exhausted face in the mirror. “You’re poz now,” I whispered to my sickly reflection. My head was spinning out of control, and I was mentally unable to really process what was happening. All I knew was that I became a different person that afternoon. Treating Eric like a disposable object was exhilarating. I loved being on the other side of the equation for the first time. I turned the cold water on and grabbed a washcloth. I wiped my sweaty face clean—the cool water bringing some relief to my raging fever. I poked around in the cabinet for Advil, but it all seemed rather pointless knowing that I didn’t have a regular cold or seasonal flu. This was different. This was a sign of something permanent. Returning from the bathroom, I saw that Eric was already gone. Darren was standing there stroking his hard cock. “There’s my surprise of a lifetime,” he said. “Come,” he added with outstretched arms. What I took for an impending hug as I drew closer turned out to Daddy grabbing me and bending me over his desk. As he kicked apart my feet with his own he remarked, “You look fucking hot with my fuck-flu.” He spread my cheeks and pushed his engorged member against my hole before spitting. “I’ve been jerking off nightly thinking about you begging me to poz you that night. It’s all I’ve been able to think about really,” he said while forcing his dick inside me. “Ohhhh god,” I moaned while white-knuckling the edges of his desk. “And how you were with Eric,” he grunted while digging this fingering into my fleshy hips. “Eating his ass...making him eat yours...having me stealth him…” I was reliving every nuance and feeling as he spoke. “Mmmmhh were your surprised?” “I hadn’t for sure planned on pumping his preppy ass full. You made that happen. You had me fuck a charged load into him.” “Mmmhhh it felt so good to be so bad, Daddy.” “And the best surprise of all...my total slut-bottom boy wanting to fuck his first fuck-flu load into someone. That little bit of magic is why you’re getting another load from Daddy right now.” “Mmhhh yessss,” I cooed as the desk rattled like it was being shaken apart bolt by bolt. “And just so we’re clear, I don’t care how sick you feel. You are mine. This body is mine. This hole is mine.” He palmed the top of my head with his right hand and bent it backwards. “This brain...every thought...every desire or wish...all mine.” “Oohh god,” I moaned somewhere between nirvana and hell. “Do you understand, son?” “Yes…” “Tell me then…” “I belong completely to you, Daddy. I’ll become and do everything you desire.” He let go of my head as he buried his balls up against my hole and pumped me full of my first load in almost two weeks. “Fill me up...pleeeease,” I said with my body depleted and collapsed onto the desk. “Every day...do you understand? You’re going to be bred every day by at least me. You’re quitting school and moving into my place tomorrow where you will be branded and live a new life as my personal plaything. Is that understood?” “Mmmmh yes,” I immediately replied in a foggy state of perverted bliss. “When?” “Tomorrow, Daddy,” I whispered half-asleep bent over his desk and filled with seed. My mind was awash in vague thoughts about starting a new life with Darren. I could see the innumerable shadows of the men that would be breeding me without compassion or regard for my well-being. I could also see all the naive bottoms that I would get to violate and impregnate with my own viral deposits. “That’s a good, slut,” he said as he pulled out of me. He helped me to my feet and plopped me down on his couch. “You can sleep here tonight. Tomorrow your life belongs to me.” As he tossed a light throw over my naked body, I slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep realizing that when I awoke, everything would be forever changed.
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Mutual Corruption – Part I It was the second time I had been to Jackhammers. Despite being the newest gay club in the metro area, weekends were already full of a diverse crowd of guys. Have a particular type of guy? You could find him on a Saturday night sweating and writhing to the pumping bass that shook the dance floor. “Who’s the daddy?” I half-yelled over the throbbing music to my friend while we waited at the bar for our drinks. “In the jeans, tank and beard?” My eyes devoured the stranger. I could feel my cock stiffening in my underwear. “Mmmh hmmm,” I replied with a nod. “Darren something or other. I forget the last name. He’s the owner. Why?” “We’ve been eye-fucking one another since the first night we came here.” “I think you’re reading too much into it. It’s his job to fill up the bar with young guys like us. He’s just being nice. Besides, he’s probably pushing 50.” My cock was definitely hard as I took a sip of my rum and Coke. “I know! Just my type...hot, beefy dad meat.” I took another long sip. “Oh damn, he’s coming over.” “Evening, boys.” I felt him brush against me as he positioned himself between me and my friend. “Now weren’t you here last Saturday when we opened?” “Yeah. It was a crazy night,” I replied. “I knew it. I never forget a face as handsome as yours or an ass that delicious.” Darren slipped his right hand behind my butt before taking a handful and squeezing firmly. If I had checked, I’m positive my dick was oozing pre-cum. I could see my friend over Darren’s shoulder rolling his eyes. “I can give you two a private, VIP tour if you like?” he added while talking directly to me. Not one into the burly daddy type, my friend was first to reply. “I’m going to hit the dance floor. This is my favorite song. You two have fun with the tour,” he said while disappearing into the half-naked, sweaty throng of men. “Is it bad that I’m glad your friend went to go dance?” Darren said into my ear while leaning in extra close. My entire body tingled from excitement. I had never been so blatantly pursued before. It was an intoxicating feeling. “Not at all, but I have no doubt you love being bad,” I replied playfully. That earned me another firm squeeze on my ass. “Lead the way.” Darren didn’t play around with a fake tour of the club’s nooks and crannies. Instead, he led me along the edge of the dance floor, down a dimly lit corridor and then into a door labeled “Private.” We were in his office which was shocking upscale and plush. It stood in stark contrast to the spartan décor of the club itself. I stood in front of his desk and finally took notice of his tank top. Solid black with the word “OWNER” silk-screened in silver across the chest area, it also had a set of silver handcuffs printed so that one end dangled free while the other latched through the “O” of “OWNER.” “It’s fitting that you have on that top as the owner here,” I said. “But, I don’t get the point of the cuffs,” I added playfully. “Oh this isn’t for the club,” he said—rapidly closing the distance between us. “Oh,” I said with my heart beating wildly. “This is to let all the bad boys know who is boss.” Darren’s hands were on my hips suddenly. “Are you a bad boy?” “The worst,” I moaned as he began kissing my neck. “That’s what I thought,” he replied while lifting me onto the edge of his desk. “Lay down, bad boy,” he instructed firmly. My brain couldn’t fathom what was taking place. What was taking place was so far outside the bounds of my normal sexual reality that it felt as if I was set to autopilot. I didn’t feel in control of the situation, and while that normally would have terrified me, something about the moment felt magically right. Not overthinking what was happening to me was a welcome change of pace. As I laid back onto his empty desk, he pulled my arms out straight above my head. I twisted and looked just in time to see him handcuffing my wrists together to a pair of cuffs anchored into the cinder-block wall via large, metal O-ring. “Kinky,” I chirped. “Daddy knows how to get control of disobedient boys.” Fuck...oh fuck...that turned me on way more than it should have. Darren moved to the edge of the desk between my dangling legs. He lifted them up and placed my spread apart feet flat on the metal surface. “It’s going to be hard fucking me with my jeans on,” I teased. “No worries,” he said while reaching down to his left hip and producing a fold-out knife. My eyes widened like giant saucers as he depressed the button and the shiny blade audibly folded open with an erotic click. “What’s tha-,” I started to ask, but it was too late. Darren had grabbed my jeans and pulled on the material around my ass. Without a word he pressed the tip of the blade into the denim and effortlessly cut a slit. I was about to spontaneously orgasm. He set the knife on my stomach and reached down to the freshly cut gash. I heard my jeans ripping as he gave several forceful tugs in opposite directions with his thick fingers. “Mmmmhh...a man-thong huh?” I was barely functioning in the moment. “It was sort of a dare to wear them.” “Cute. I like them, and it makes this even easier,” he said while grabbing the white, cotton material pressing against my asshole and pulling it out from between my cheeks. He took the knife once more, cut the cotton sliver, and then he placed the blade back on my stomach. “Oohhh fuck,” I moaned putting my head down on the desk and closing my eyes. Darren’s fingers began toying with my exposed hole—casually tracing around my pucker before pushing a fingertip or two against it. I heard him spit twice and then felt the cool wetness of some saliva-coated fingers forcing their way inside me. “Such a tight, little fuckhole you have.” My body twisted and contorted as he began fingering me. I was insatiable. I couldn’t get enough of what Darren was doing to me. “How many cocks have been lucky enough to spread this hole open, hmm?” “Just two,” I confessed. “I guess I’m not such a bad boy after all,” I lamented as two knuckles popped inside me. “I wouldn’t say that. After all, a complete stranger is about to fuck you ten minutes after meeting you. I think that qualifies you as Daddy’s bad boy,” Darren said before pulling his fingers out of my ass. As his fingers left my body, my hips left the desktop—fruitlessly fucking the empty air. My body craved being violated by Darren. “Ohhh, Daddy! I need it,” I cooed like a bitch in heat. Darren was silent for a moment. I opened my eyes curious was to what his silence might mean in terms of what was about to befall me. He had already pulled down his jeans leaving his beautiful, vein-popping cock sticking out rock hard. I could see the shimmer of his pre-cum coating the tip. “What’s wrong, Daddy?” I moaned desperate to feel him inside me. “I need to be honest with you,” he said with a sigh. He reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a condom. “I’m positive. But, I’m going to wear one...if you’re still down for this. I don’t want to put you at risk or in a position where something feels wrong. But, I’ve been dying to fuck you since I saw you last week.” His words hit me. My previous two boyfriends all wore condoms despite the fact they were both virgins and younger than me when we hooked up. There was never even a random thought about catching anything from either of them. Now, I was about to be fucked by a guy twice my age who had been with an unknown number of guys who was openly admitting he was HIV positive. I was so wrapped up in the absolute thrill and passion of the evening that I wasn’t even thinking I might catch something from Darren. “Put that thing on and start fucking my brains out already,” I moaned with unhinged lust. There was some risk, but he was going to suit up. It wasn’t going to be a real risk I told myself. And in that moment, a deep and twisted part of me was suddenly turned on by the thought of Darren’s charged cock being inside me with only a thin sheath of latex protecting me. “Are you absolutely sure?” he asked. “I’d slide it on your cock for you, but my hands are bound and useless,” I replied wriggling my hands and hearing the clanging of the chain against the O-ring. It felt like he was deep inside my guts before he even had time to put the condom on. Had I not witnessed it with my own eyes, I would have been thinking that he was secretly bare-backing me and the condom speech was just a diversion. As he began pounding away, I found my thoughts drifting into imagining him actually being raw inside me. The more the rational side of me told me it was wrong to have such a fantasy. The more the depraved demon in me told me that unprotected cock was everything I craved and needed. Between the muffled thumps of the music filtering into his office and our mutually shared grunts and moans, I was oddly enjoying being in slut-boy heaven. Darren’s massive, veiny cock was absolutely destroying my little, love-hole. Yet the more it began to ache and feel sore, the more I wanted for him to give it to me even harder. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your dirty, little toy,” I moaned in agonizing bliss. “Unngggh,” he bellowed. “I’m so close to cumming, boy.” He continued to relentlessly throttle my ass with bone-breaking thrusts. “Unh...unh...fuck...unh...unh.” His half-words and grunts of passion grew closer and closer. He was so close. Darren changed from rapid-fire, shallow thrusts to long, hard strokes. His entire cock would withdraw from my hole before being slam-fucked deep into me. Over and over. I was dying from this undeniable craving of having my hole obliterated by Darren. “Ooooh fuck,” he exclaimed. The thrusting stopped. His cock was outside of me. My eyes opened to see an expression of fear on his face. “What?” “I guess I was getting a little too rough with your hole. That last thrust broke the condom. Fuck! I’m so fucking close and that asshole feels sooooo good wrapped around my cock. I almost came. Oh god, that was a close call. Let me see if I have another one.” “Fucking put it back in me and finish fucking me!” I said without thinking. He looked at me bewildered and still panicked. “What?” “Put that cock back inside me and finish fucking me,” I repeated. “But...there’s a very real risk you’re going to…I’m not sure I can do that to you...” “Finish what you started before I change my mind,” I said closing my eyes again. “It feels too good to stop. Fuck your bad boy full of your seed, Daddy.” I didn’t see the look change on his face. I didn’t even have to see it in order to know he had changed his mindset fundamentally at that moment. The entire energy in the room shifted from a respectful, casual hookup to one of complete primal depravity. I felt Darren’s cock against the edge of my spasming hole as he tossed my legs over his shoulders and pulled me further down his desk until my ass hung completely off of it. My long arms were stretched painfully out, but I loved every sensation of discomfort. I had somehow slipped from a boy he worried about to a nameless fuck-toy that he was using to satisfy his most hidden desires. Darren let out a long moan as his bare manhood slid back into me. “Ooooohhh fuck this feels so good.” “Yeah?” I moaned picturing his leaky, dick sliding into my colon. “You like the way your charged dick feels inside me?” “Fuck yeah,” he moaned while beginning to fuck me even harder than before. I could feel his unbridled lecherousness. “You want me to breed your ass, you little whore?” he grunted. “Breed me, Daddy.” “Tell me that you crave my toxic cum, you worthless slut. Tell me you want me to poz you like you deserve.” “I need you to fill me up with your poz cum,” I moaned in blissful agony. “Fuck, I never knew it could feel like this. You’re going to be the first slut-boy that I convert; dirty, little whore fucking a complete stranger…uhhhh...begging for my raw cock...you do deserve this gift I’m going to fuck into your torn-up guts.” “Make this faggot slut you’re first,” I found myself pleading while tears streamed down my face. They weren’t tears of sadness though. There were just so many unimaginable feelings overwhelming me as he worked my once-tight pucker over. Hearing him calling me a whore and a worthless slut while also realizing I was going to hold a special place in his life’s story as his first conversion made me feel like this was everything I always wanted to be. If you stripped away all the facades and masks we project out into “normal” society in order to fit in, what was transpiring in that moment on that desk, that was the real me. After a lifetime of feeling aloof and out of place, I was finally right where I needed to me. It was a beautiful feeling to finally be at peace with myself and my true desires that used to remain hidden. “Flood me with your cum,” I moaned while opening my eyes and staring into his eyes. He was ravenous. The composed owner of the club had I had met become something entirely other. He was beastly Darren. He wildly pounded me several more times hard enough that I moaned aloud, “Oh god you’re hurting me.” This was apparently exactly what he needed to hear. Darren’s cock was buried as deep as he could force it. He let loose an unholy howl as his hips twitched and bucked against me. He was emptying himself into me. I could picture the thick ropes of his toxic cum spraying against the walls of my colon. The hot, creamy seed would coat my insides before pooling up into a little tainted lake of poison. As his mini-thrusts ceased, he left his cock inside me—still shockingly hard. “Did you consider pulling out?” I said softly. “Not a fucking chance,” he replied instantly and gruffly. He was still clearly beastly Darren. I was starting to realize that I was now truly full of something that could change me permanently when he began thrusting again. I was immediately pulled back into slut mode. “Mmhhh going to make me you're cum-dump tonight?” I moaned while wishing I could jerk off. “That’s right. This feels too good to not pump one more load into you just to increase my odds of a victory.” My ass was on fire now. I was sore and aching from lack of any lube combine with the hole-splitting thickness of his manhood. As he grunted and roared, I whimpered which seemed to make him enjoy himself even more. It didn’t take long; only a few minutes before he deposited another round of his special seed into me. He left his cock inside me to “seal up his gift,” as he put it. But this time, he didn’t remain hard long enough for round three. He slowly grew flaccid and fell out of my now gaping asshole. He walked around the edge of the desk and pushed his half-hard and dripping cock into my mouth. “That’s a good boy. Suck out every last bit of Daddy’s cum. Mmmhhhhh. Your mouth feels so good; not as good as that hole between your ass cheeks, but still worthy of my cock being inside it.” I greedily lapped at and sucked on his warm cock that had just worked over my ass like no one else had done before. I was almost hopeful that I could coax another hardon and throttling despite how rough my asshole felt in that moment. I was my own worst enemy with Darren apparently. A few minutes of rabid sucking, Darren pulled out of my mouth and undid my cuffs. As I laid there on his desk rubbing my wrists to wake them back up, beastly Darren seemed to partially, but not entirely, disappear. He looked back between my legs at the gash in the denim he created with his knife that was still on my stomach. “No leaking cum,” he said sitting down into his office chair. “You should lay like that for a big longer. You want to let every drop of my gift to seep into you, don’t you?” “Mmmhh yes.” “Not that it even matters at this point with two charged loads in you. It’s too late even if some dribbled out.” I thought about it. He was right and that somehow only made me more excited. My cock was still achingly hard in my jeans. “Are you scared?” “It feels good to be scared,” I said half-answering. “Your cock certainly says you enjoy it,” he said taking the knife from my stomach. With his left hand he pulled up on the zipper area above my erection. With his right hand holding the knife, he cut another slit into my jeans. Reaching into the gash, he snaked my cock out. What could have been obtained by simply unzipping my jeans was a million times more erotic this way. “Spit on your hand and jerk off for me,” he said. “It looks like your about ready to explode. I bet those balls are dying to be drained.” Despite it being the first time I masturbated in front of someone, he didn’t have to ask twice. Being full of his spunk; having my cock freed via knife cut; all of it was so fucking intoxicating that I was miles away from ever going back to normal—if such a thing was even possible now. I quickly spit on my right palm and began stroking my cock. I nearly exploded on the first upstroke. The sensations I was experiencing were out of this world. I had to force myself not to immediately cum; besides, I wanted to give Darren a good show as a thank you for fucking me silly. “Mmhhh yeah...stroke that cock for me. I wanna watch you shoot cum all over your clean shirt.” I was in a steady rhythm already. My eyes were closed and my mouth was open panting. “Tell me what you're thinking, boy.” “You...inside me...unnhhh...fucking my ass raw...how good it felt,” I answered in-between passionate breaths. “Being your first...first conversion…” “You like being the one that got me to break my rule of only safe sex don’t you?” I looked over at him to see that his cock was hard again. “Nnnnnhhh,” I whimpered while looking at it and licking my lips. Darren grinned devilishly. “What, boy?” “I want it inside me when I cum,” I said desperately. “That means your hole is going to be even more raw and sore. You’re not getting any lube, and I’m going to force another load into you.” “Stop teasing me with what you know I want.” I tasted my own cock as I licked the palm of my hand. Darren was quick to get to his feet and between my legs. He plunged into my burning asshole without warning. I shrieked in agony and delight and I restarted stroking myself. Beastly Darren was fully in control once again. His fingers pressed firmly into the flesh of my legs as he held onto them. It felt like I was being fucked by a soda bottle wrapped in sandpaper. “Such a power bottom you are. You’re by far the dirtiest, secret slut I’ve met.” “Only for you,” I moaned while feeling my orgasm rising up from within me. I was a few final strokes from erupting in my best climax ever. Darren continued to pound away with wanton abandon. “Cum for me, my infected whore,” he said on my upstroke. Cum shot from my swollen head in several, heavy spurts—the second one landing partially in my nose and across my mouth. “Fuck yeah,” Darren moaned. I quickly scooped the cum from my face into my mouth and swallowed. “Give me another load, Daddy,” I moaned. Darren’s eyes rolled back into his head partially as he slammed his engorged dick deep into my guts. He grunted and moaned. He twitched softly as his seed drained into me once again. He kept his dick inside me semi-hard for what felt like several minutes. We existed without words. Only the grunts and moans of spent pleasure could be heard over the muffled club music. As he slowly pulled out, I squeezed as hard as my broken hole would let me. I didn’t want any of his gift to leak out and go to waste. I laid on his desk motionless and still breathing heavy waiting for his cum to be absorbed-waiting for his loads to change me. He disappeared for a minute into his private bathroom. I was listening to the water running when a crazy thought popped into my head. I sighed heavily. “What’s wrong?” Darren said returning to the office chair. “I kind of wish that I could feel the moment your loads change me—like the exact moment that everything changes. It’s dumb thought.” Darren laughed softly. “It’s not dumb. You won’t feel the exact moment your body accepts my gift, but you will get the fuck flu. You’ll feel like absolute shit, and that’s when you’ll know you got what you asked for when you told me to fuck you raw.” “What if it didn’t take? I don’t get pregnant so-to-speak?” “Then I’ll keep breeding you until it happens. I have some friends that can help out as well. We can make it a party night. To be honest, I wasn’t going to let this be the last time we fuck anyway. I’m nowhere near done with you, boy—even after I get you pregnant with HIV.”
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I needed money. After finishing high school, I tried to hold down a couple normal jobs, at fast food places and the like. It just wasn't for me though. I can't stand routine. So I looked into alternative ways to make money. Online searches pointed me in one clear direction; I should make an Onlyfans. I always had guys staring at me. I literally could not go to the mall alone without guys clearly staring at my chest, ass, and god forbid I sit down in a skirt. I knew there were tons of creeps who liked me, so why not make a quick buck off of them? I started innocent enough, only showing clothed pictures. They were mostly skin tight things, and soon I put up a few shots of bikinis. Guys were clambering to buy my pics, and soon they were messaging me too. I'd get things like 'FUCK you're sexy' or 'Jesus I want to pound you', and the most common 'How much can I pay to see that pussy?' I had told myself I wasn't going to post any nudes, as I didn't want my face to get out there, but some of these guys were offering $100 for each pic, and I was lucky to get five bucks off the bikini pics. I tried to tell them no, and instead go further into kinky texting with them, but that just made them want it further. I now had a couple dozen guys promising me cash for nudes. Eventually I decided 'fuck it, my family isn't going to see me anyway.' and I took put up some nudes. Within days, I had made thousands. More money than I'd had in my whole life. This was the beginning of an addiction. Over the next several months, I got good. I knew exactly what to say to make a guy cum. I had practice with all my guys fetishes, and I was starting to develop some of my own. Even when I was away from home I kept my phone on me. I'd be riding on the bus while 8 guys were texting me what they wanted to do to my body. I had gotten so used to it, I don't think I could have lived without it. I needed these guys constant affirmation, and also their denigration. Past that, I also needed their money. I had gotten used to being able to buy whatever I wanted, and I sure as shit wasn't going back to the life of a poor young woman. My life started to change after a single event in a lingerie store. I had started to frequent this place to find more outfits for my fans. As I was browsing, I noticed this guy had entered, and was staring straight at me. I kept browsing, pretending not to notice. It was extremely creepy, but I also like the attention. Have I mentioned how I need guys constantly fawning over me? A few seconds later I look back, and he's still staring. Good, let him stare. I decide to bend over to view something on a lower shelf, which not-so-subtly lifted up the back of my skirt. I turn my head slightly to see if he's watching, and he is... coming over. He is literally walking over to me. I stand up straight. I was used to guys staring at me, and they'd often cat call me, but an actual conversation? I had spent so long texting, I didn't even know if I could hold a conversation in real life. Even in the occasional videos I made, they were always one way, where I'd talk to the camera. I tried to go back to browsing, hoping he'd walk past; but no luck. He walked straight up to me. "It's me, Dan, we chat all the time online.' I recognized him now. Not from his face, I have no idea what his face looks like as he only ever sent dick pics, but I only texted a few guys named Dan, and only one was a ginger. I hadn't ever seen an actual fan in real life. I have dozens of hardcore big spenders; even with that, the country is big, what are the chances any of them would live near me? "Oh, Dan, nice to see you." "Hey, you know this place has a back, right? How about you and I go over and do all those things we always talk about?" Dan asked. This was a definite no for me. My big secret was that I hadn't actually done anything with a guy, ever. I had gotten kind of good at pretending to give blow jobs, as I often had to suck a dildo in videos for guys, but I hadn't actually ever done that before. Also, Dan was a little crusty, and old. I tried to let him down easy. "No Thanks, I tend to get the most enjoyment from sexting." Dan was indefatigable. He said "Oh I know what you mean. I never cum from in person encounters." "Never?" I asked, skeptically. "A guy like you must get a ton of girls," (this was a lie) "and I'm sure you cum for some of them." "Nope" Dan replied. "I bet even you couldn't make me cum in real life." I tried to get him to back down by stepping forward so my lips were only an inch away from his face, then grabbing his crotch area. I could feel his raging boner. "Nope, not even you." Dan said. This fucking liar. "fine, lets go." I yanked him by his collar in the direction of the backrooms. I had never been, and I was surprised at how incredibly disgusting it was. Everything looked oily, like it was covered in an almost imperceptibly thin layer of bodily fluid. Unfortunately for me, I fucking loved being near other peoples bodily fluids. I pulled Dan into a room, shut the door, and immediately pulled down his pants. I was normally the sub in these fantasies, but this guy had pissed me off AND made me horny. I needed this cum. I pulled a bottle of lube out of my purse, worked it through my hands, and started going to town. I was trying to do get him to cum with the least amount of effort, as I didn't want to lose my BJ virginity, or worse, on something like this. Dan said "oh yeah, that feels good. But I'm going to need more than that." he started to reach for my skirt, but no, he didn't deserve that yet. I grabbed his hand and put it on my tit instead, then started passionately kissing his face. He smelt as bad as he looked, but I needed this man to cum. His breathing started getting louder and louder for a bit, but then it started coming down again. Fuck, I was losing him. I decided I had no choice now. I knelt down on the ground, grasped his prick with both hands (guys like it when it seems like you're struggling with the size of their member) and I started sucking. It was slow at first, only managing to get the head into my mouth, but as I got used to the taste I started pushing it further down my throat. After a few minutes, I had worked the whole thing in and I was starting to make the motions; up and down, while sucking and using my tongue liberally. Dan put one hand on the back of my head, holding me down. I could barely breathe, but I was so turned on by his dominance finally coming out. With my head so low though, I was at an odd angle to keep kneeling, so I had to stand my feet up and lean over to get a better angle. When I did so, Dan's other hand came in, grabbed me by a leg, and pulled my ass to him. He then reached his hand under my skirt and started feeling around my panties. "Fuck your wet." Dan said. 'Fuck me' I thought he's found my secret. "If you don't make me cum with your lips, you know what we'll have to use next?" He said, as he slid on finger under my panties. Fuck. I did not want to lose my virginity here. I started sucking faster, giving all my tongue and my hands into this blowjob. Dan stuck his second finger under my panties and started fingering my pussy. I let out a loud moan as he did. Without meaning, his prick somehow slipped even further into my throat so I was full-on deepthroating him. I couldn't even breath as he is rapidly sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy while his other hand is still slamming me down on his cock. Finally, I feel him expand. I know what that means. I let out a moan of ecstasy as he explodes in my mouth. I relish ever drop of that delicious, salty victory. "God damn. That was so fucking hot." Dan said, sliding back in his seat. He looked dead from the experience. I stand up, satisfied in myself, though also extremely horny. I can satisfy myself though, as normal. I move to leave, and I notice Dan's bag by the door. It was positioned on the only other chair, and oddly, his phone seemed to be popping out of the top. I look behind me; Dan literally looks like he passed out. I decide to take a peak and I pull out his phone. As I turn it around, I realize the camera is on. This mother fucker was recording the whole thing. What the fuck?!? Well fuck him if he thinks he can record me for his own profit. I quickly send the video to me, then delete it from his phone and leave. On the ride home, I find a spot in the back of the bus and watch the video. It is so fucking hot. I could barely keep from masturbating right there on the bus. Somehow, I make it home and do my business. Afterwards, I get to thinking though, this is high quality content. People routinely paid for videos where I was only masturbating, but where I actually gave a BJ? This could be worth a shit ton. I told some of my regulars the whole story and asked what the video was worth. From their replies, I gathered that it was worth a freaking lot. I set the price at $1,000, and within an hour I had a cool extra $30k in my bank. Just to be clear, that is $30,000. Like, I've earned more than that overall, but it normally took at least a few weeks to get that much. In one night? It was insanity. And more than that, one topic kept coming back from my regulars. They loved the blow job, but they really loved the whole idea of it. This guy, fighting not to cum, and if he can actually manage, he gets further with me? Even if I don't want them to get further/ It was hot. Guys loved it. Guys were willing to pay more for it. That started my next big plan. I gave my city (which I won't give here) and I told guys to send a pic and sign up if they wanted to take a chance. It wasn't prostitution, because I wasn't charging them; I was going to make money off the video sales. Obviously, many, many guys signed up. A lot of them sent pics, and most of these guys actually looked like of hot. Like they were fit, toned, and they probably thought that was what I was looking for. Unfortunately for them, I figured that good looking guys are probably also more experienced and therefore, can last much longer. I was afraid if they lasted too long, I might have to do something I didn't want to do. Something risky. So I was looking for the least attractive. The ones that were crusty and maybe old too. It helped that I had a huge fetish for nasty men. After looking through the pics of the uglier ones, I decided on this one guy. He was black, a little older, and he looked extremely thin. Like you could see way too many of his bones. He also seemed to have a few of these weird little black marks on his body. He would do nicely. I sent him a message, and we settled on a date and decided to do it in this dank motel nearby. I realized this could be putting myself in a bad situation though, as it is even less public than the lingerie store; if he tried to force me to do things, I didn't think I could stop him. I figured out how to get around this though; instead of making the video, then selling it later, I would make it a live stream. That way, if he tried to assault me against my will, my fans could call someone to help. The day of the event was only a few days later. I got there early, to set up. I opened my live stream to look at ticket sales. I had a good 30 people watching, each for $1,000 each! God I love money. I felt kind of bad though, as I was probably going to make this guy cum in 30 seconds. It wouldn't be nearly as good as the last one. I didn't have long to ponder this, as the guy finally showed up. I asked his name, but he said I should just call him 'Tim', and he made it seem like that wasn't his real name. He had this thick accent, so I assumed he was from somewhere in Africa. I asked "Okay, Tim, would you like get down to business?" Tim said "First, you sure you can make me cum?" "You like girls?" I reply "Yes." "Then Yes, I can make you cum." I said. "And that will be quickly, yes? Before we get to the sex? I do not want to put my babies in you." This was an odd line of questioning, but I answered "Don't worry, while I'm not on birth control, I assure you it won't get that far." I had brought condoms anyway, just in case it did of course. "Oh good, but birth control wouldn't protect me from all my babies anyway." I tilted my head at him, confused. He leaned forward to clarify: "You see, I have AIDS." I stood up abruptly. I was trying to think of a reply, of a way to get out of this, but I couldn't think quickly enough. He just looked at me and said "You said you would make me cum. You promised, even. Since you can't get my disease from a hand-job, why not try that? Surely there is no harm in it?" I looked at the laptop, behind which were dozens of guys who had paid to watch this, and to whom I would have to refund if I didn't go through with it. I decided fine, I would give him a hand job, as that was safe, then I'd be done with it. I motioned him to the bed. I was wearing a loose pink skirt with a tight pink top that accentuated by breasts. Tim took off his pants and underwear, then laid on the bed next to me. I got out a bit of lube and started stroking his dick. It was surprisingly large for such a thin man, and I started using two hands to get it all. After a few minutes of stroking, Tim reached over and started fondling my breasts. He was still outside the shirt, but when he tried to go in I swatted his hand away. He said "Come on, you want me to come faster or not?" which was sound logic, so I moved my hand back to his prick and he reached inside my shirt. Within seconds he was groping my tits. He had this way of moving his finger around my nipple that actually seemed, stimulating? I moaned a little. It was at that moment that I had a realization: I was incredibly horny. I thought it was fear before, and it was, but that fear had collected itself and somehow moved directly into my pussy which was SOPPING wet. I started getting more into the hand job, actually enjoying it now. "Come on, suck it." Tim said. But I didn't want to risk it. I didn't want to risk any of his toxic cum in my body, even my mouth. "No." I said "You can make due with this." "Well at least get closer, so you can use more strength." he said, as he pushed my body closer to his dick. As I was looking at it, I knew, I really, really, wanted to suck on it.. But I wasn't stupid, so I didn't. I did get close to it though, to better worship it's glory. As I did so, I inadvertently moved my pussy closer to his face. He saw the opportunity for what it was, and with one hand he grabbed my skirt and he used the other to reach in and move my panties to the side. Within about a second he had several fingers ramming into my pussy as I hunched over his dick. He was not being gentle about it either. It felt like he was cutting my insides, but that made me even hornierrrrrrr. Fuck it, it turns out I am stupid. I thought as I leaned forward and shoved his whole cock in my mouth. I will make this man cum if it is the last thing I do. He kept up the frantic pace with his fingers in my pussy as I kept my tongue and lips working up and down his massive shaft. He was moaning a little, but not as much as he should be. "Come on, why don't we take this further?" he asked. Was this guy crazy? No way was I taking it further. Technically this wasn't even fully safe. Vaginal would be suicide. I didn't reply, I just kept sucking, hoping he'd get there. Instead, he tightened one hand around my leg and used his other to start pulling my panties down my leg. I tried to close my legs, but it was far too late, I was too thin, and they came down easily. God damn it I thought. He better not try to stick it in. I was still on top of him though, so he couldn't easily do that from this position. I decided to keep my mouth on his prick for as long as it took, to make sure he didn't try putting it in other holes. As I was thinking that, he leaned forward and started pulling up my shirt, easing my arms through. When he tried to pull it over my head, it got stuck, as I was still trying to suck him off. I realized the problem though, and decided to stop for the second it took for him to get my shirt around my head. As I stopped sucking though, he pulled my shirt over my head, then grabbed my head and shoved his tongue into my mouth. I tried to fight, but he was strong and I was weak willed. I thought about yelling out the name of the motel we were at, so the viewers could send help, but fuck he was a good kisser. He moved one hand to massage my breasts, then he moved the other to start massaging my ass, before making it's way to my pussy again. By this point, we were sitting on the bed in a puddle of my making. He stops kissing me and moves his lips onto my neck, where he starts sucking. I go to do the same, but notice those black marks from before. He stopped sucking to say 'I hope you are not off put by my affliction. It is from my AIDS." He reminded me of it so casually, but I had already started viewing it differently. It was dangerous, but it was hot. I still tried to push him away, but he said "hey, hey now. You want me to cum? You know what really makes me cum?" I stop fighting and look at him. "Eating your flower." The way he said flower was 50% sweet, 50% creepy, and 200% hot. I figured that was safe, and apparently it would make him cum, so I accepted. I laid back and spread my legs. He moved his head between my legs and while making eye contact, started his tongue around my pussy lips. He was too good. Not good at hitting the right spots; he was an expert at not hitting the right spots. He spent several minutes circling around, refusing to enter or to touch my clit. I tried moving my body in a way so his tongue hit my G Spots, but he moved his tongue away, intentionally keeping me in suspense. "Please..." I begged "Oh, you see, now you know what it is to have Blue Balls." I finally realized he had done this on purpose. Brought me to the edge, so I couldn't think straight, but he refused to go over. He kept moving his head near my pussy, and I was following his mouth with my hips, trying to give him the right angle so he could dive his tongue back in, but he didn't. Instead, he slowly crawled up to meet my lips with his own. He kissed me and started stroking my hair. At this point i noticed two things: First, his mouth seemed to have blood in it. Was that from me? Second. his dick was now only inches away from my pussy. He said "You know, there is a way we can cure both our blue balls..." "I don't want AIDS. Or any babies. Please?" "Don't condoms protect against all babies?" I figured that was true. They aren't perfect protection, but also, FUCK. I NEED THAT DICK. I reached behind the bed and pulled out a condom. He unwrapped it and put it on, then slid inside of me. My GOD did it feel good. I had never felt anything besides a dildo and that had nothing on the real deal. I started moaning loudly. I was so ready to cum. After he was in, and I was moaning like a cat in heat, I expected him to pick up the pace and start railing me, but he didn't. He started extremely slow. At first, I thought this was a sweet thing, to make sure I was ready, but after a significant period of time, he still hadn't picked up pace. I started trying to pull him up and fuck me faster. I tried to move my body down to increase the friction, but he wouldn't budge; and he kept me still. He said "You want me to fuck you?" "Yes" I begged. "Well there is one other thing that would help." "Anything, as long as you keep the condom on." I replied. "Okay, well I have a fetish. I like to be in control. Complete control." He got off me, and I felt a void as his dick left my pussy. He reached down into his bag, and he brought out a couple pairs of handcuffs and a blindfold. "No." I said, flatly. "I'm not stupid." "Oh okay, well that is good for you. I'll just leave them here in case you change your mind." Tim said, as he placed them next to me on the bed. He then got on top of me again, and slowly started teasing his dick into my hole. I started moaning ravenously, edging him onwards. I needed him to enter me now. All of him. I started begging "please. please. fuck me." "Oh, you want me to fuck you, well first, lets try these." He picked up the blindfolds had placed beside me and he moved to place them over my head. I didn't stop him. I could always take them off if I needed. As soon as they were on, the world went dark, and he finally fully entered me. Oh god he entered me. I felt his dick hitting spots I didn't know I had. He started slow at first, but started getting a little faster. As he did, I started moaning harder and harder; I could feel myself building towards an orgasm. I couldn't see or hear anything outside of this orgasmic lust as he started hammering me. Then I hear a click and I feel something close around my wrists. I move to remove the blindfold, but whatever is holding my wrists is too strong and my hands are pulled to the side of the headboard. I realize too late they're his handcuffs, and my hands are firmly trapped on either side of me. I yell out the motel name, and ask someone to come get me. Tim says "I don't know if that was a good idea..." he then pokes his penis back inside me. "besides which, I don't think it will matter at this point." His penis feels AMAZING. Like, it had felt good before, but now I can feel it's heat, I can feel my skin vibrate with the friction as he comes in and out. I start moaning, but then I realize why; he wasn't wearing a condom. "Wait," I gasp, breathless from the pleasure. "Please... condom..." "No." Tim replied. "It's far too late for that. You're a slut forever now." Tim finally picked up his pace as he started hammering my pussy. I tried to close my legs, but it was of no use, I was too weak and far too wet. I started screaming in pleasure. I could feel an orgasm coming. He started choking me. He said "No bitch, you don't cum until I do." but that just drove me crazy. He went into overdrive, thrusting his bare cock into me. I begged one last time "Please don't give me AIDS!" but his breath was ragged now. Between grunts he said "Oh no bitch, I've got a crazy high viral load, and your insides are all torn up. You're a goner for sure." At that, my body went into a wild orgasm. I started screaming in pleasure. Tim went into overdrive, thrusting his bare cock into me. I felt it expand, then Time left out a huge moan as he exploded inside me. I felt squirt after squirt of his poisonous cum coating my insides. I couldn't say anything for at least another 30 seconds though, as I was waiting for my own orgasm to subside. Finally, Tim pulled out of me and crawled off. When he did, all I felt was the emptiness. Fuck, did I want him back already? As if on command, I felt him return. "Hey baby." He said, except, there was no accent now. I couldn't tell before because of the blindfold, but this wasn't Tim. I panicked and tried to get out again, but this time I heard Tim's voice to the side. He said "I told you, you shouldn't have told them the name of the motel. Now they will show up and expect a turn. You did not really think they cared about your safety, did you/" The new guy already had his prick out and slid it into me, bare. "Nah bitch, I told you over text, you're a cock sleeve. Now you finally learn your place." The new guy started fucking me like Tim, hard and fast. After only a few minutes, he came inside me. Within seconds, someone else had taken his place. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I was supposed to be safe? And now I had some 30 guys cumming in me in one night? I was almost certainly pregnant, with HIV, and some number of other STD's. Dear God, what have I done? At some point in the night I passed out. The next morning, I woke up and realized my hands were free. I pulled off the blindfold, but everyone had left. My laptop was still recording the live stream. I could see myself on the screen approaching it. I was covered in semen and blood. I closed the stream and considered what to do next. I wasn't sure how to feel. It was orgasmic, painful, terrifying, and somehow, I wanted it to happen again? I didn't know how to feel. I didn't get a chance either. Two days later, my mother called. One of my 'regulars' had sent my whole family the video. I hung up. I don't know what to think of that. A couple weeks later, I got the worst flu of my life. I then tested positive for HIV, and several other things. The night had probably ruined my life, but god was it fun, maybe even, freeing?
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Part 1: First Time Meeting The Jelous Daddy After I became sexually active things escalated quickly. It didn't take long for me to start seeking out strangers online to fuck me. I was freshly 18 years old and was still in high school, living with my parents, and couldn't drive. So, most of the guys i met were older guys who were able to pick me up and bring me back to their place. I had been chatting with an older daddy type for awhile. He'd send me pics from time to but was always to nervous to agree to meet. But his pics were fantastic. He was good-looking, muscular, and had a nice 8in cock (I could tell from the pics it was thicker than any cock id taken up to that point). Eventually he relaxed enough to agree to meet. So I gave him my description and asked him to pic me from a store just down the road from my school at 3:30. When the day finally came I rushed to the meeting spot to wait. Even though I was early, about 15 min, I didn't have to wait long because he had been waiting in for me to show up in a black pickup truck. He pulled up in a flash and took off as soon as jumped in. The truck was a practically brand new and looked like one of the more expensive models. I was sitting across from him on the trucks bench seat. We chatted a bit as we started driving to his place. He still seemed quite nervous and kept remarking about how young I looked. So I decided to help him take his mind off things. I undid my seat belt and moved closer to him. He stopped mid sentence when I reached over and started rubbing his cock. He quickly got the idea and adjusted his position slightly so could undo his belt. I undid his pants and pulled cock out of his briefs. He was already a bit hard, but not enough to stand upright if I let go. It was about 6inchs in this state but still thicker than almost, but not every, cock I'd had. I started working my hand up and down the length of his shaft. I looked around while I was rubbing is dick and noticed we were still in town with alot of cars on the road. We pulled up to a red light and another truck stopped beside us. When I realized he would see everything that was happening if he just glanced over at us, I got excited. I got on all fours with my head between daddies belly and the steering wheel and ass visibly in the the air (in plain view of the guy stopped next to us). I started to work daddies cock with my mouth. He was focused on driving and still not fully erect, but he was a little harder and was now probably about 6.5 inches. Thile light must have turned green because we started moving again. I wasnt very experienced with oral and kept gagging whenever we hit a bump. We hit two more stop lights leaving town. I was too focused on sucking cock to notice if there were people around us at the lights. Given the time of day there was probably someone next to us at every light. Although people in cars would have be too low to see into the cab However, because I was on all fours they probally could've still seen my ass in the air. When we arrived at his place he pulled into driveway and put the car in park. I tried to finish strong by pushing him as far into my throat as I could. I barely got past the half way point before I gaged and pulled off. A strand of my saliva hung off my lips and connected with the head of his cock. He was pretty hard now and had grown to about 7 inchs. I took two deep breaths and tried again. I only made it a little further on the second attempt but managed not to gag. He pushed his dick back into his underwear and buttened his pants. We got out of truck and walked to the front door. Overall the drive only took about 20 minutes. He had a big house in a new subdivision (the kind where all the houses kinda look the same). We went inside and I followed him to the kitchen. He asked if I wanted a drink. He listed off a few things he had and I settled on asking for a beer. As he handed me the beer he smiled "Im pretty sure you're not old enough to drink." I took the beer and replied "I'm old enough to drink, I'm just not old enough to drink legally." He laughed as he poured himself a glass of bourbon and took a sip. I took a swig of my drink and set down the bottle. Then got on my knees and undid his pants again. His pants fell down to knees and I started to rub the large bulge in his underwear. With his free hand he reached down and pulled his cock over the his underwears waistband. He held it by the base and moved it to be level with my lips. I opened my mouth and started gently sucking him again. He took another sip of bourbon and set down the glass. Still holding the base of his cock he reached down and ran his fingers through my hair while my head moved back on forth on his cock. After a minute or two of gentle sucking he grabbed the back of my head and started to move my head himself. He was still being pretty gentle, just moving my head at a slightly faster pace. I gagged a bit and pulled away to take a few breaths. He gave me a second to catch my breath before he grabbed me with both hands and pulled me back onto his dick. He was going a bit faster now and was almost fully erect, about 7.5 inches. He started to move his hips in rhythm my head. I was focusing on trying to gag to much. After a few minutes, he looked down at me said, "you think you can deep throat this cock boy?" Cock still my my mouth I mumbled that I'd try. He grabbed the back of my head pushed me towards him while he trusted his cock forward into my mouth. My eyes started to water and I immediately started to gag while he held my head in place and pushed his dick further. He held me there for a few seconds while I tried to push away. When he let go I fell backwards onto my butt and started coughing. I quickly regained my composure and returned to my place on my knees in front of him. He said "That was three seconds and you didn't even make it all the way" He paused a moment and sipped hi bourbon. He said "I thought you said you were slutty teen boy" I looked up and said, "I can take it deeper in ass than in my mouth" He grabbed the back of my head again, "I guess you're gonna need to practice." He pushed his cock back down my throat. "Five seconds this time, try to go deeper." I fell back again when he let go, coughing with tears starting to run down my cheeks (I wasn't crying but my gag reflex was making my eyes water). I got back into position and opened my mouth. "You're not gonna pull away this time. Were gonna do three seconds deep then three seconds deep and if my dick comes out of your mouth between between counts were gonna jump to thirty seconds" He pushed his cock back down my throat (I was still only taking about 3 quarters of it). After 3 seconds he let go and I pulled back but kept my lips wrapped around the head. He quickly grabbed again and pushed his cock back in for another 3 seconds. I started coughing when he pulled it out "Good, now 5 seconds deep then 5 seconds deep and if my dick comes out of your mouth between between counts were gonna jump to thirty seconds" He pushed his cock down my throat again and held me while he counted. I gagged as he withdrew his cock and pulled all the way off. "I told you there would consequences if that cock left your mouth." He grabbed me and moved me so my back was to the kitchen island. "Now you're really gonna take it deep." He pushed in hard. I couldnt pull away with my head sandwiched between his pelvis and the kitchen island. He started counting. I tried to take it all the way but after 5 seconds he started rocking in and out a bit. I started gaging on his cock. By the time he got to ten I was gaging and coughing on his cock. Each cough blew saliva from the corners if mouth which stuck onto his public hair and ran down my chin. When he got to 15 I started trying to push him away but he grabbed my hands and pinned them against the edge of the counter top. At 20 seconds he started aggressively fucking my face. I was still trying pull away but thought my throat fuck was almost over. Finally he reached 30 seconds. I was relieved it was almost over, then I heard him count 31 as he pushed in all the way to base and held it there. He pulled out when he hit 40 and I fell to the floor limp while he stood over herking his massive cock. "Get up and open you're mouth slut" he commanded and I did as I was told. I opened my mouth and waited. He grabbed me with his free hand and pushed me head lower whike tilting my head back. Within a few seconds he shot a burst of thick white cum across my face with most of it landing on my left cheek just under my eye. Three more spurts went into my open mouth. I stayed still in case more was comming. I continued to jerk for a few more seconds before pausing. There was still a glob of cum sticking his cock head. He gave it a quick shake and it landed on my chin. He examined his handiwork for minute before telling me not to swallow. He pulled up his pants and led me out. I kept his cum on my face and in my mouth the whole ride back to the store he picked me up from. Before I got out he had me open my mouth to show the cum was still there. Finally he had me gargle it before swallowing. He took off as soon as was out and I quickly wiped the cum from my cheek into my mouth and swallowed again. I scooped the glob off my chin and sucked my finger clean. It was about 5pm when he dropped me off so still had to wait an hour and half to get picked up. To be continued...
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It finally happened. I was perusing Grindr yesterday when I got a message from a blank profile. Don't you fucking hate those? Normally I ignore them or, if I'm particularly horny, I'll demand a dick pic to see if I want to keep chatting. But this one was different. The first chat message I received was, "2 tops here". WELL. That changes things. I decided to explore to see if they were for real, and if so to see if they could host. Hosting is difficult for me these days and that's usually where things go south - the top contacting me hasn't bothered reading my profile, so we get all the way up to arranging a meeting only to have him say he can't host. And my favorite is when he also can't travel! I like to engage guys early on with two provocative pics. First I send a picture of a raw cock in my ass from above. Then I send a shot of my ass with cum leaking from my hole. If the top is not into either of those I know I'll be wasting my time chatting with him further. In return I received two pics - one of a big black dick, ramrod straight without any discernable curve to the shaft. It was cut and had been slicked-up for the pic. It looked delicious! The other pic was of an even larger white cock, also cut with a nice upward curve. I began salivating immediately. After liking both pics I typed, "Raw only is that cool?" "Yeah," came the response. Then, "You poz?" I'm not, and I'm never sure how to answer that particular question. Some guys are looking for others who are poz. Others want to avoid playing with guys who are poz. So, I hedged my bet and responded with, "No, not yet." I waited breathlessly for the response. Would they block me? Go silent? In fact he did neither. Instead, his response was, "You wanna be?" Another potential trap. If I came right out and said 'yes' or 'no' it could be the opposite of what he wanted to hear. So again I hedged. "I don't refuse loads," I replied. A little flame appeared in the top corner of my message. He liked it! So, curious to find out who I was chatting with, I messaged him back. "You guys poz?" I asked. The picture of the beautiful black dick appeared again along with the message, "He is." That was all I needed. My hole twitched involuntarily and I felt a few butterflies in my stomach as I began to type my response. But before I could finish he added, "Come by." It was the middle of the afternoon and I was working from home. I quickly checked my calendar. It was wide open. I deleted what I had been typing and simply asked, "Where and when?" "Now," he replied along with the address. I checked the clock. While I surf the apps regularly while I'm working from home, I don't usually get hits that pan out so I never clean out until I have something actually lined up. I messaged him that I would need an hour, hoping that wouldn't put him off. "We'll be here," came the response. The butterflies increased as I rushed into the bathroom to clean out. I found myself wondering about the guy I had messaged with. He said his friend was poz, but what about him? Did he take a turn first, to stretch the bottom's hole and pump a neg load in there for his friend to follow? Was he also poz? I didn't even know if the poz guy was undetectable or not. I didn't care. I needed those cocks inside me, regardless of their status. I finished douching and pulled on jeans and a t-shirt, then stuck my feet in some flip flops. I wanted to be able to get naked as quickly as possible once I arrived! Grabbing my little brown bottle, I headed for the door. Once in the car I checked the time. I was going to be about 15 minutes early, so I sent him a message to let him know. "We're here," he responded. I was incredibly nervous the whole drive there. Thinking back on it I don't recall much of the drive itself. My mind may have been so preoccupied that I did it on autopilot. But I made it safely and pulled up in front of a large stately house on one of the nicest streets in town. I messaged from the car. "I'm here." "Come inside. Follow the music," he instructed. I was only too happy to obey! I took a quick huff from the brown bottle to steel my nerves, then walked up the walkway and through the front door. I found myself in a huge two-storey foyer. Stairs ran along both sides and met at a landing on the second floor. Below the landing and directly ahead of me was a set of double doors. They were closed but I could hear the thump! thump! thump! of a beat emanating from behind them. Next to the doors was a table, on which I found a blindfold and a note that simply red, "Put this on and knock." So, that's exactly what I did. I felt a slight change in air pressure and heard the creak of a hinge as the door opened. "Damn," I heard an appreciative voice say, "you're gonna be fun." He led me into the room and I heard the doors close behind me. He grabbed my chest from behind and ground his crotch against my ass. I could feel a large and very hard cock pressing on my cheeks through his pants. "Let's get him naked!" a second voice said. I was glad I had worn so little. I easily kicked off the flip-flops then felt a pair of hands pulling my t-shirt over my head. At the same time someone else unbuttoned my jeans and they fell to the floor. "You're on video," the first voice said. "We're gonna record all of this. Tell me why you're here." I was momentarily taken aback. He had not mentioned recording me when we had chatted. It was not something that occurred with great regularity and I was unsure how I felt about having this particular encounter on video, but the die had been cast. I was the fly and I was already firmly in their web. "To get fucked," I replied. "And get pozzed," he added, putting words in my mouth. "Yes," came my feeble reply. "You willingly accept that you're going to be fucked raw and have poz cum shot in your ass?" he asked. My cock stiffened a little at his words. "Yes." My voice was firmer this time. I heard the click of a plastic cap and two fingers applied lube to my crack, paying special attention to my hole. First one finger, then a second, slipped inside me to make sure I was greased up. I was led forward a few steps until my knees encountered what felt like a mattress. They spun me around and seated me on the edge of the bed then pushed me back. One guy grabbed me around the thighs and pulled me closer to the edge of the mattress - presumably to better position my hole - while the other pulled my arms above my head. Once I was in position, though, they didn't release their grips. I wondered why until I felt still more hands on me, this time shackling both my wrists and my ankles. What was going on? I tried to sit up but they easily held me in place. As soon as the shackles were on they hooked my wrists together, then connected a chain that pulled tight and immobilized my arms. Another chain was pulled across my midsection and drawn tight. It was not uncomfortable but it was secure enough that I knew there was no getting out of it. Then they bent my knees until they were nearly touching the mattress on either side of me and connected the shackles to the chain, holding my legs in the air and exposing my hole perfectly. It had all happened so quickly! I was confused and more than a little nervous, even a bit scared. But, I reminded myself, I had come to take a poz load, and they were making sure that happened. There was no going back now. Next a small mask was placed over my nose and strapped to my head. What was this for? I wondered. I resolved to breathe through my mouth but a faint, familiar scent told me what it was for: it was connected to a brown bottle so I could take hits whenever I wanted! This was definitely a moment where I needed that, so I inhaled mightily and held it ever so briefly before exhaling through my mouth. Then it began. There was no warning, no probing finger in my hole or cock stuck into my mouth first to get hard. A large cock simply slid past my sphincter and deep into my guts. Before I could even catch my breath he had bottomed out and began plowing mercilessly. Whoever this was, he put his hands on the backs of my thighs and drove me relentlessly into the mattress. An involuntary moan of pleasure escaped my lips. Besides that and his grunting, though, there were no sounds audible above the thump! thump! thump! of the music. At last he relaxed his grip and I felt the telltale pulses of his cock as he pumped his load into me. Was this the guy I had been chatting with? Was he lubing me up with negative cum so the poz guys could take their turns, or had I taken my first poz load? I had no way of knowing. His cock was replaced not by another but by a small, scratchy object. A toothbrush. They were roughing up my insides to make sure their strains took! It was exceedingly uncomfortable but only for about thirty seconds before it was withdrawn. A voice I had not heard before said, "Good. Nice and red." I lost count of the number of cocks that bred me that afternoon. Somewhere north of ten my brain went foggy thanks to the regular hits through the little nose mask. I had no idea how many guys were there. There could have been dozens, or there could have been a few who kept taking turns. All I know is that I was impaled by cock after cock and there was no way of knowing how much poz cum had made its way into my guts or which strains had begun working their way into my bloodstream. At last the assault on my poor stretched-out sphincter wound down and I could hear some of the guys getting dressed and leaving. I was left chained and blindfolded a while longer and when they finally released me, only the two guys I originally thought I was meeting were there. As I sat up I felt like I had been put through the wringer. Well, really I had been. I wanted to ask about what had happened, about how many guys had used me and how many poz loads were swimming around inside me, but I was just too groggy. Silently they helped me get dressed and on my feet, and I slipped back into my flip flops. They walked me to the door and the white guy simply said, "See you again soon," as he pushed me out onto the porch and closed the door. Dazed, I walked back to my car and sat there for a while until my head was clear enough to drive. I went home and fell onto my bed and into a deep sleep that lasted through the night. The whole experience felt like a dream, yet the dull throbbing of my abused hole tells me it happened. Now the waiting game begins.
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Blackmailed Benjamin “Yikes!” the disembodied voice said. “Are you okay, Ben?” “Wha-wha-what?” I stammered as my eyes began to slowly open. “Where am I?” A shadowy figure loomed overhead as massive drops of rain pelted me without remorse. I suddenly felt caked in something thick and I was terribly sore—my entire body began to ache while my ears rang. “I saw it all,” the voice said. “You hit that giant hole back there in the road. Didn’t you see it? Did you think it was just a puddle?” The figure leaned down towards me and finally came into focus. “Mr. Barnes?” I mumbled. “Wow. You really took a good tumble off your bike. I guess we should be grateful you landed in the muddy grass rather than falling left into traffic. How do you feel, Ben?” “A little sore and covered in gross mud from head to toe,” I replied. Mr. Barnes extended his hand and helped me to my feet. I felt him begin to pat me down and spin me like a top. “Well...good news is nothing looks broke...just a few scrapes and a bonked head. Bad news is that your bike isn’t looking too good. You bent the front rim and your chain is busted.” “Great,” I bemoaned looking at my bike as Mr. Barnes pulled it onto the grass near us. “Dad is gonna tan my hide something fierce when he gets home and sees this.” “Maybe not,” he interjected. “Come on, you’re soaked to the bone in rain and mud. Hop in the truck. I’ve got a towel we can put on the seat and I’ll toss your bike in the bed. I’m pretty sure I can give you David’s old wheel and chain off his mountain bike. It’s not like he needs it anymore since he’s away at college. I’d hate to see you get into trouble for something not your fault.” “I don’t know what to say,” I said completely shocked. Mr. Barnes drove slowly through the deluge. As we rounded the corner to our street, we passed my house and went another mile until we reached his. “Living in the country sure has its cons like poor road maintenance,” he said as we pulled into his gravel driveway. “But, it’s also nice being away from everyone sometimes. That’s why it’s always important for neighbors to help one anther; there’s so few of us our here.” We pulled under his oversize car port behind his cabin. The deafening clatter of the rain slamming against the roof of his truck finally ceased. My pounding headache was grateful for some auditory respite. We both hopped out and he grabbed my busted bike from the bed and dragged it into his garage turned workshop. I stood near him staring at my prized 18th birthday gift. “This looks new,” he said. “Birthday gift. I wasn’t about to get a car. I was lucky to get this I suppose. You know my parents. They are a little…” “Controlling, ultra-religious, prison wardens?” he interrupted with a smile. “Yeah...that pretty much sums them up. It definitely feels like a prison most of the time. I’m rarely able to be...” “Yourself?” Mr. Barnes interjected while putting his large hand on my back. He gave it a reassuring pat followed by a lingering touch. “I can spot that type a mile away. My folks were the same back when I was your age. I was glad to get the hell out from under their roof when I went to college. You’ve got that to look forward to at least.” I turned my gaze downwards to the dirty, concrete floor. “They don’t want me moving away...too much temptation for sin. I’m staying at home and biking the 6 miles to the community college this fall. Some days I secretly wish I had the ability to run away or even just get kidnapped, but who snatches an eighteen year old. I figure even that at its worst, being forcefully taken is better than living at home.” “Ooof,” he said giving me another pat on the back. Looking at his muddy hand, he added, “Look...you never know what can happen to change your life’s path. But for now, you’re covered in mud and drenched crown to heel. You can use my shower to get cleaned up. I’ll throw your clothes in for a nice wash and dry while I fix your bike. You’ll be able to go home clean as a whistle and with no one the wiser.” “Except for my raging headache.” “I’ve got something for that. Come on inside. Let’s get you fixed up.” I started to follow him through the door that led from his garage into his kitchen. “Woah woah woah!” he exclaimed. “Don’t be tracking all that water and mud through my house. Hold on.” He rummaged behind a pantry door and produced a large, garbage bag. “Here. Put everything in here.” I looked blankly at him for several moments. “My shirt and jeans?” I asked sheepishly despite knowing exactly what he expected. “No. Everything, silly. You’re filthy. Literally everything you have on is filthy and needs to be washed including you!” I was immediately embarrassed. I could feel my face burn bright red. This was...awkward...for a number of reasons. For one, I’ve never been naked in front of anyone since I was a baby! Secondly, I’ve known Mr. Barnes for as long as I can remember. My parents, by all accounts, loved him. He was a member of the family and was always invited over for holidays and summer pool parties. The problem is that ever since I was 14, I started having ummm weird feelings about him. Despite frequent admonishments that self-love was an egregious sin, I began to quietly masturbate at night thinking about him having his way with me. He was a bit overweight, in his early 50s, and always smelled of cherry cigar smoke which, for some reason, intoxicated me to no end. He was this big, grizzly bear of a man that exuded a presence of power whenever he was around. The number of times my young balls drained and spurted ropes of cum onto my belly while imagining him turning me into a total, cum dump is incalculable. I know a handful of fantasies even revolved around a situation like right now taking place. “I’m not trying to cool the outside, Ben,” he said with a smile. “Sorry,” I quickly blurted out while peeling off my t-shirt over my head and dropping it into the garbage bag he held out. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, but pulling him down as soaked as they were was proving to be quite the chore. “Ah fuck,” I mumbled. “Here,” he said while dropping the bag. He took two steps forward, and I suddenly felt his hands inside the front, waist of my jeans. I could feel myself beginning to stir. “Oh god...oh fuck,” I said to myself. “No, no, no, no...don’t get hard.” But, the more I repeated that over and over silently, the more I could feel my cock struggling to get erect in my tight, wet clothes. “You push down on the back and shimmy all around while I take the front. Wet jeans are the worst.” “Oh goddammit…” my brain screamed. As I began to wiggle about, our combined efforts managed to work my jeans down to my ankles. I was afraid to even look down. I knew I was rock hard and that my tight, white briefs clung to my cock like it was vacuum sealed in cotton. “We didn’t think this through did we?” he half asked. “Shoulda done shoes and socks first,” he laughed. Standing on one foot and then the other, he deftly slipped off my dripping wet tennis shoes and ankle socks. A moment later, I had stepped out of my jeans. Only my tighty whities remained on me. “Okay,” looks like these are all that’s left to come off,” he said casually reaching for a piece of waistband right above my dick. He pulled it towards him completely exposing my hardon before letting go so that it snapped back against my skin with a thwap sound. I felt like I was about to fall over and die. Was this really happening? I didn’t even know if he was gay. Shit, I wasn’t even sure I was really gay! “Toss ‘em in,” he said grabbing the trash bag once again. “Don’t be shy. I’ll let you in on a secret. I see a naked guy in the mirror every morning...myself,” he said with a friendly smile. “Fine,” I thought. “I’m reading too much into this. My imagination is just that...pure imagination.” I slid my underwear off and tossed it into the bag. “Perfect! Now let’s get you something for that headache and then you can take a hot shower. That alone will do wonders for those aches from the fall. You really must start being more careful in your surroundings, Ben. Danger lurks in the most innocuous situations.” I followed him into his kitchen with my boyish hardon bouncing about wildly with every step. For as wrong as this should have felt, there was such a magical rush being freely naked in front of Mr. Barnes. Perhaps knowing that my parents would have murdered me for being like this made it all the more titillating. He opened a cupboard and pulled out an unlabeled, orange pill bottle. Handing me a pink pill, he poured a swig of whiskey into a glass that was on the counter. “I can’t possibly,” I protested. “My parents would kill me if I drank alcohol.” Mr. Barnes handed me the glass. “I promise not to tell. Besides, it’ll help the medicine get rid of that headache faster.” I liked the smell as I sniffed the glass. “Pill in mouth and one big swig of the nectar of the gods.” I placed the strange pill onto my tongue and poured the entire bit of whiskey into my mouth. I got it all down, but I started coughing like I had smoked my first cigarette. Mr. Barnes started laughing. “Not too bad for your first drink I suppose. Like with most things going in one’s mouth, it gets better with every taste. Shower is down the hall and last door on your left. I’ll get to work on these,” he said holding the bag of my soiled clothes up, “and to fixing the bike as well while you clean up. Everything you need should be in there.” “Thanks, Mr. Barnes. I’m sure lucky you were there to rescue me.” “I suppose you are. But please, Ben, Mr. Barnes is my asshole of a father,” he said smiling. “You can call me Sir.” I was taken back for a brief moment. “Go ahead...say it again but correctly this time.” I felt my cock suddenly twitch and my balls tighten. “I’m lucky you were there to rescue me. Thank you, Sir.” Mr. Barnes smiled. “That’s a good boy. You’re a quick learner aren’t you? Now, off to the shower with you.” I didn’t even bother to shut the bathroom door. There didn’t really seem to be a point in doing it when Mr. Barnes had already seen me completely naked, and secretly, perhaps I wanted him to possibly watch me. He had an impressive walk-in shower that could easily fit several people. Nozzles and knobs everywhere, I started twisting and pulling until hot water started falling from above and spraying me from my sides. Somehow, I had managed to turn on some pulsating function with the nozzles on the shower’s side. The rhythmic pulsing and staccato stings of the water were surprisingly pleasurable. Their fleeting bits of induced pain even felt good on my cock and balls. I was doubly enticed when I bent over and pulled my cheeks apart and the pulses lapped at my delicate pucker. In fact, I couldn’t resist temptation. With a hand planted on the shower’s glass wall, I bent over and pushed my ass back to spread it open. I teased myself at first. The hot water from the closest nozzle pulsed against the inside of my right buttock. I twisted and contorted myself so the blasts of water danced all around my virginal hole. Closing my eyes and moaning softly, I began slowly stroking my wet erection. That was enough teasing though, I moved my hips slightly and was greeted once again by the sting of the water striking my tender asshole. It felt as divine as it did torturous. The unrelenting pressure felt as if it would tear me open and begin filling me up. It happened so quickly. An enormous bodily twitch followed by a thick spurt of my cum plastered against the clear glass. What normally would have ended in a limp cock and feelings of guilt, this orgasm only seemed to make me more lustful. My throbbing headache had been supplanted by a delightful floating feeling. Everything began to feel beyond amazing. It was as if I could distinctly feel every sensation taking place all at the same time. I quickly dropped to my knees, and without thinking, ran my tongue up the trail of spunk I created. It was the first time I dared to taste my own seed. I was instantly regretful upon tasting it that I hadn’t been swallowing every orgasm’s gift that I had ever produced. It was now abhorrent to me that I wasted it all; letting it get wiped away by a paper towel or tissue for all these years. “Never again,” I promised myself. I stood up and noticed that my cock was still at full attention. “Well that’s new,” I thought to myself. Normally it’d be a shriveled, little clit after such an expulsion. I realized that I couldn’t play in his shower forever though. Grabbing for a large bottle of shampoo, my eyes exploded wide. What was this hiding behind the shampoo? I nearly dropped the bottle in my hand when I saw the fleshy, pink dildo tucked away into the corner. There it stood at full attention with its suction-cup base firmly planted on the tiled ledge. It wasn’t particularly long—maybe only five inches plus the fake balls. But what it lacked in length, it more than made up for in girth. My eyes darted to the bathroom doorway. I didn’t see Mr. Barnes. I felt my balls tighten and ache as my gaze fixed upon the soda can like phallus. My cravings were too intense to ignore, but my unspoiled asshole seemed to clench painfully shut. I grabbed the silicone beast and got back onto my knees. The water raining down upon me had gone from nearly scalding to merely a step above warm. As I affixed the dildo to the glass in front of me, I reached for the bottle of conditioner. After squirting a copious amount of the thick liquid into my left hand, I leaned down and began lapping at the fat cock in front of me as if I were teasing it. Tracing the uncut head with my tongue, I began to imagine all of the streams of water hitting me as glorious jets of warm piss from each member of the football team. I could see myself on my knees in the gym shower surrounded by them—each of them relieving their near-bursting bladders on me. I cocked my head to the side and pushed forward. The unforgiving toy forced itself between my lips and rested full cradled by my tongue. As I began sucking my imaginary lover off as best as I could guess how, my left hand reached back behind me. I felt the cool, slick conditioner touch my hole. I moaned like a bitch in heat with the cock fully inside my mouth as I began lubing myself up. What better place to pop my cherry than at Mr. Barnes’ house. I’d relive this moment over and over every time I would jerk off in the future I told myself. Spinning around with my face away from the door, I knew I was taking a huge risk. If he caught me right now and told my parents, I couldn’t imagine what horrors may lay in store for me. But it was too late for me. With my head and body swimming in bliss and primal hunger, I couldn’t hear that voice normally inside myself telling me to stop. I just needed to be fucked. It was time. It would be worth it no matter the potential pitfalls. I pushed my hips back and suddenly felt the thick head spreading my ass effortlessly apart as it searched for my hole. When the tip finally made contact with my love hole, I moaned out. Water from the jet in front of me shot into the back of my mouth and sent me into ecstasy. “Unngghh fuck...yeah give me your hot piss in my mouth, Danny,” I said in a trance. I swallowed a mouth full of water as the water sprayed against my face. “Oh fuck yeah. I love swallowing your piss.” I opened my mouth to let more pretend piss fill my eager mouth. At the same time, I pushed back hard against the dildo. My innocent pucker clung to its purity with all its might, but my depraved desires would not be so easily denied. “Ahhhh god,” I cried out as my hole suddenly expanded to a diameter completely foreign to it. I quickly stopped and covered my mouth. My asshole was screaming in agony with a couple of inches of my impaler in side it. I tried to listen as best I could over the sounds of the shower. Was I too loud? Did I really just scream out or was that in my head? Everything felt like a deep dream now, one that I couldn’t quite wake up from. Then again, I don’t think I really wanted to wake up in that moment. I didn’t dare look behind me for fear of seeing Mr. Barnes standing in the doorway to his bathroom. Yet, the buried slut in me that I had been long suppressing took devilish delight in picturing him standing there watching me fuck myself for the very first time with his dildo. At least now I knew he was most likely gay. “Ohhh fuck, Mr. Barnes! You’re too big for me,” I moaned out before swallowing more pretend piss from an imaginary classmate. “This is my first time. Please, go easy on me,” I whimpered as I drove the rest of the thick cock into me. I felt the fake balls pressing against my hole and the wet glass of the shower against my ass cheeks. I was motionless for a minute—savoring the agony of being forcefully split open. The pain was nirvana. I could picture the enormous head and shaft inside my colon. It was caressed and secured lovingly by my tender insides. As I started to rock back and forth on Mr. Barnes’ dildo, I began to wish he had left another one in the shower for me to stuff my throat with. Imagine rocking back and forth and alternating the sensation of both holes being fucked! “If he were to walk in on me right now, I’d demand his cock in my mouth. Mmhhh or better yet, I’d have him starting fucking my ass and move that dildo into my mouth,” I told myself. “What a disgusting whore you are. Doing ass to mouth minutes after losing your virginity. You’re such a sick boy.” I was so lost in my fantasies that I hadn’t even realized how close to climaxing I was. Mid pump of the dildo and I felt myself shooting cum into the drain directly below me. I scooted forward and felt his dildo slip from my asshole. There was no “snap back” to tight. I laid down on my back with my knees bent and feet flat on the shower floor. My hole was wide open—wide open and happy. The warm water falling down onto my body from above was now almost cold. Fun time was over. I looked over past the dildo to the doorway. Nobody there. I wasn’t sure if I was sad or not by that. I made my way to my feet and quickly cleaned everything up; making sure to put everything back exactly where I found it. Although, if I’m being honest, I thought about leaving the dildo attached to the glass for Mr. Barnes to discover later. I thought for a moment that it might be a fun treat for him to know that I used it. Maybe I’d even get invited back to take another shower—possibly with him and the dildo at the same time! In the end though, I did my best to cover my naughty deeds. Stepping out of the shower, my body began to feel heavy and discombobulated. I reached for the sink to steady myself when Mr. Barnes suddenly appeared in the doorway. “Are you okay?” he asked. “I dunno. I feel a little funny.” I went to reach for a towel to dry myself and stumbled a bit before steadying myself with the vanity once again. “Yeah...maybe a little dizzy too.” “Probably the bonk to your noggin,” he said taking a towel and moving behind me. Without me asking he began to dry me off. I stood there looking at us in the large mirror. “Can you put your arms up without falling over?” “I...I think,” I said slowly putting my hands up in the air. “That’s good,” he said taking my hands and placing them behind my head. “Feet a little more apart…for balance.” As I spread my legs apart, he made quick but gentle work of the towel over my entire body. As he moved downwards closer and closer to my cock, I saw it get harder and harder in the mirror. I didn’t know what to say. His towel-covered hand grasped my shaft and made a couple of motions back and forth its length before cupping my balls to dry those as well. Sweet fucking bliss. I had no idea being towel dried could feel so incredibly erotic. “Okay, bend over the sink pretty please.” I bent over placing my hands on either side of the sink. Mr. Barnes started at my ankles and moved quickly up my legs until he was rubbing my cheeks. God it felt so good. I wanted to starting touching myself. “Last little bit. Pull them apart.” Should I have hesitated? I should have, right? Well, I didn’t. I immediately reached back and pulled my plump, little mounds apart exposing my freshly fucked hole. I wondered if he was going to be be able to tell that I used his dildo. I couldn’t really feel my hole gaping anymore. Then again, I couldn’t feel much of anything at the moment. He pressed the towel into my spread open ass and began drying. “Ohhhh fuck,” I accidentally moaned. Oh shit… “What?” he said. “What?” I dumbly said pretending to have said nothing. “I thought you said something.” “I don’t think I did.” Ah hell, I’m busted and look like a total [banned word]. “My mistake. You’re all dried off and squeaky clean. Still dizzy?” I tried to turn around but fell awkwardly forward into him. “I’ll take that as a definitely. Come lay down for a bit. Your clothes are drying and your bike is fixed. You can rest until you feel better and your clothes are ready.” Mr. Barnes walked me into his bedroom, and I essentially collapsed face down half awake and half asleep. His musk mixed with the faint smell of his cigars permeated the sheets and pillowcase my head laid upon. The scents were warm and soothing. I felt like I was floating inside myself on some sort of warm, soft cloud. “Scooch over,” he said softly. Dragging his pillow with me, I moved towards the center of his king-sized mattress. I was aware of the bed jostling as he apparently had climbed up into it. Nearly asleep, his warm, hairy legs bristled against both sides of my thighs. “He’s straddling me,” I thought as my mind drifted towards nothingness. Something warm squirted onto my back, but I knew it was too soon to be his cum. That’s when the scent of menthol wafted into my nose. His large paws pressed against my back as he began to massage the mixture into me. “Ooooohhhh god that feels good,” I moaned out. My filter had long been silenced. “I thought your poor muscles could use a good rub down with this stuff. It works wonders after a long day working construction to soothe my aches and pains. I figured it could probably help you too. Unless you want me to stop?” “Noooo...please more,” I cooed softly into his pillow. I wondered in that moment if my cock wasn’t already leaking into his fitted sheet. Then I wondered if his cock was leaking into his pants and creating a delicious wet spot. That’s when it hit me. I could feel his bare legs against me. He had taken off his pants. Oh my god...was he naked on top of me? Oh god. My mind immediately pictured precum dripping from the tip of his dick onto my bare ass. It was enough to almost make me spontaneously cum. He worked my back making sure to touch every inch of available flesh. As his hands traveled ever further down toward my rump, I could hear and feel my heart beating faster and faster, harder and harder with every inch that he traversed. His powerful fingers dug into my meat and kneading both cheeks simultaneously. I moaned like I was in heat. “That feels good, huh?” I just moaned deeply; hungry for more of his touch. He pulled my left cheek to the side. I could feel my asshole becoming fully revealed right before a giant squirt of the oil landed atop it. “It stings,” I whispered. “Mmmhh hmmm. That’s the menthol and eucalyptus,” he replied. He didn’t ask if I wanted him to stop or if I didn’t like how it felt. Mr. Barnes just held my cheek out and began rubbing the length of my crack with this right hand. Each time his fingers went over my hole, I know I pushed my hips upwards against them. It wasn’t me though. I wasn’t in control anymore, at least not mentally. My body just behaved as it desired without fear or consideration of my brain checking back in and stopping it from behaving badly. “Please…” I whimpered softly as his what felt like a thumb pressed firmly against my asshole. He said nothing. He must not have heard me. As his fingers made another pass over it, I felt his thumb press down even harder than before. He was so close to penetrating me. “Pleeeaase, Sir,” I whimpered louder. The pressure stopped. His fingers had vanished. I silently lamented this disappearance. Perhaps I had crossed some boundary in my foggy state of mind. I started to apologize when I suddenly felt pressure once more against Heaven’s gateway. It didn’t feel quite like his thumb though this time. Mr. Barnes grunted and shifted position atop me. His left hand never stopped forcefully holding my ass apart. Whatever was now poking at my asshole seeming to be teasing it. Moving in circles around it and pressing against it firmly from time to time. Oh my god...it’s his cock! He’s going to fuck me! Please! Please push it inside me! Oh god every fiber of my body wants it to happen. Right here. Right now! When he’d press against my hole, I could hear him moan and grunt as if he was holding himself back from claiming me as his own. The sixth time he pushed against me, I whimpered and pushed my hips up into the air—desperate to feel the tip of his manly cock penetrate my boyish body. Each time I could feel my hole beginning to be forced open he would deny it satisfaction by pulling away. Each time I would whimper audibly into his pillow. To my utter shock he soon changed tactics. He let go of my ass and placed his left hand into the pillow next to my head. His right hand, opened wide, palmed the back, right side of my head and drove the left side of my face deep into his pillow. His knees locked around my body close to my hips. I felt my cheeks wrap around what had to be the shaft of his cock. It felt as thick and hard as the dildo that was inside me fifteen minutes prior. As he began to grunt, his body lurched forward and backwards. His engorged member slid effortlessly back and forth the length of my slippery, oiled crack. He stayed atop me, forcing my face into his musky pillow while he fucked the length of my bubble butt. While I wanted to beg him to bury himself deep in my guts, I felt like I could barely move let alone talk in those moments. Everything felt heavy as if I was stuck in quicksand. I could hear Mr. Barnes breathing heavily now. The bed was rocking wildly. The padded headboard thudded against the wall in a symphony of violent thrusts. I tried to open my mouth to say, “Please,” but trying to spread my lips proved to be as impossible as opening my eyes. Mr. Barnes suddenly moved both of his hands. I felt him grab a hold of each cheek and yank them apart from one another. I could feel the tip of his cock finally pressing against my hole once more as he grunted. The tip methodically pressed ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly, into my hungry, little hole. His knees squeezed tightly against me. I could feel his legs trembling as he continued to grunt and groan. I realized he was cumming inside me. He had pressed just enough of the tip of his cock into my ass that he could empty all of his seed into me without technically fucking me. I wanted to thank him, but was too tired to speak. I just laid there picturing him squirting thick ropes of delicious, transcendent cum into me. I would take what I could get in that moment. * * * * * * * * * * * * * My eyelids lazily flickered open. That initial moment of panic of not knowing where I was flooded into me. I rolled over onto my back and stared in distress at the unfamiliar popcorn ceiling above me. My left hand rubbed my face before traveling down my chest and coming to rest on my stomach. I realized I was naked. My hand went lower and felt my limp cock and loose balls laying against my body. Yup, I was totally naked. With more than a little trepidation, I crawled out of the stranger’s bed and caught my reflection in a dresser mirror. Where was I and why was a totally naked? I heard voices faintly echoing down the long hallway connected to the bedroom I was in. I carefully crept inch by inch towards the distorted voices desperate not to make a sound and be discovered. Where the hell are my clothes? Carefully peeking around the corner into the living room, I saw Mr. Barnes sitting in a recliner full clothed watching television and smoking a cigar. “Mr. Barnes?” I sheepishly ask while presenting only my head visibly. “Benjamin! I was wondering when you were going to wake up.” “What am I doing here?” “You don’t remember? Maybe that fall from the bike was more serious than we first thought.” “Ohhh yeah...I kinda recall hitting something and then ending up in the mud. My bike…” “Fixed!” he interrupted. “And your clothes are all clean and dry,” he pointed towards an ottoman in front of his sofa. “I showered here?” “Mhh hmm. Maybe with water a bit too hot. I came in from fixing the bike and saw you face down asleep in my bed. I didn’t want to bother you, and your clothes were still drying anway.” I looked out the sliding glass door onto his deck. It was getting dark. “My parents!” I said stepping fully into the living room forgetting that I was naked for a moment. “No worries,” Mr. Barnes said standing up. “I called them and told a little fib. I said I ran into you coming home and needed help with my computer with David being away at college.” Relief washed over me. “I really owe you for that.” “Well, I’d hate for you to get into trouble over nothing. Maybe you want to get dressed?” I could feel myself blushing and my hands getting clammy. I walked over to the sofa and started getting dressed again. “How’s your headache?” “My headache?” “You said you had a pretty bad one when we got here before you took a shower.” “I did?” For the life of me, I couldn’t remember that. I didn’t really remember much of anything after falling off my bike into the mud. “I guess it’s gone. I feel a little spacey but not too bad. It’s kinda weird to admit but I don’t remember much of today.” “That’s good though! The mind does a good job of blocking out trauma,” he said with a soft smile. “You just need to take it easy the next few days, and start paying attention to what’s in front of you when riding your bike!” he joked while giving me a hearty pat on my back. We loaded my fixed bike back into his truck and he drove me home in relative silence. The entire time I had a nagging feeling that I was forgetting something but couldn’t latch onto anything specific that made me feel that way. I ascribed it to the blow to my head and a possible concussion. All that mattered now was that I was almost home safe and sound with my parents none the wiser for my biking mishap thanks to Mr. Barnes. He really came through for me. “Do you need help getting the bike out?” he said putting the truck into park. “No. I don’t think so. You’ve done so much for me today. You’re my savior. I really can’t thank you enough, Mr. Barnes.” I hopped out and grabbed my bike. As I began walking it towards the garage, Mr. Barnes rolled the passenger window down. “Ben,” he said. I stopped and cocked my head. “Mr. Barnes is my asshole of a father. You can call me sir.” A bizarre jolt of electricity went up my spine. That was...familiar? Somehow? Without another word from either of us, he rolled the window up and disappeared into the encroaching darkness of the moonless night. A handful of days went by with their typical mundane normalcy. Although, I will admit that my nightly fantasies of Mr. Barnes having his way with me had become exponentially more vivid and detailed. Where before the fantasies were amorphous and without clear definition and scope, they began to feel almost real and plausible all of the sudden. It’s as if I could finally include what he physically felt like in my fantasies without merely guessing. All of this led to more intense nightly orgasms and stronger desires to be seduced by him. My mouth would salivate at the thought of being back in his bed only this time with him atop of me while I pushed my bottom upwards into the air as a willing offering to his godly cock. It was a Thursday afternoon. I had just rode home from school. We had twelve days left before all of us seniors were finally done with school. It was odd to see both cars in our driveway. Something felt off. As I walked in the front door, I saw mom and dad sitting at the kitchen table looking through a stack of pictures. I wondered if grandma Beth finally passed. “What’s going on?” I asked obliviously. Their heads turned in unison with daggers shooting from their eyes. “How could you!” my mother yelled. “You have the devil in you. My own son!” “What are you talking about?” I asked walking forward completely baffled. “What you’ve done is unforgivable,” my father chimed in. “To think that you’ve...you’ve been hiding in our midst. That you could even go to church! You’ve despoiled it just by stepping foot in its doors.” This wasn’t a joke. They were in a near rage, and dread filled my body. “What exactly have I done?” My mother took a stack of photos and threw them towards me. “No mother should have to look at such filth! It’s an abomination!” The stack of thirty or so photos hit the carpet in front of my feet and exploded into a collage of images. Most had landed face up, and what I saw was incomprehensible. I stood looking down at pictures of me naked in a shower sucking on a dildo. Another had me pressing it into my ass while still in the shower. Another showed a closeup of a thumb pressing against my asshole. Yet another picture showed the closeup of the head of a cock against my hole with a tiny, creamy white puddle of cum present. I was gobsmacked. It was like a waking nightmare. “I didn’t do those things,” I stammered. “I’d remember if I did something like that!” “The demon in you is making you lie,” mother screamed. But I wasn’t lying. I know that was me in the pictures. I know it, but I had no memory of doing something like that. “You expect us to believe those are somehow fakes, Benjamin?” my father said with disgust. “I-I don’t know what you want to hear from me! I’m not admitting to something I didn’t do!” I protested while staring at the picture of cum leaking into my ass. Did I? Did this stuff happen? Why don’t I remember something so intense happening? “Your mother and I have talked about this. We called pastor Martin to come by the house.” “You fucking what?! Goddammit!” “Benjamin!” my mother yelled while bursting into tears. “Haven’t you done enough to us? You continue to lie about your...your...twisted perversion. Must you also blaspheme! You need saving, Benjamin!” “Saving from this bullshit,” I yelled back. “So fucking what if any of this happened? What does any of that matter? You think it takes a demon in me to do that?” I mimicked garbled speech like I was possessed. “Bullshit!” “Pastor Martin is on his way to collect you and take you to a place where you can be healed. He’s going to fix you with God’s boundless love and grace.” “The hell he is,” I replied. “Fuck both of you and YOUR perversions.” I ran out of the house and peddled away as fast as I could. A couple of hours had passed and dusk was settling into night. I sat secluded in the dense woods all that time—far away from anyone being able to find me. I sat there alternating between tears and rage trying to make sense of everything that happened. The one thing that my mind kept come back to was Mr. Barnes telling me to call him sir while dropping me off at home. There was something about that. Suddenly the dam burst. Everything flooded back into my head starting with the accident. I remembered saying, “Some days I secretly wish I had the ability to run away or even get kidnapped. I figure even that at its worst it is better than living at home.” What was it that he said back? Oh yeah, “You never know what can change your life’s path.” Then I remembered him helping me strip down, walking into his kitchen, and taking that little, pink pill; and then going to his shower. Oh god! Those pictures of me fucking that dildo facing away from the door. I did that! I forced that into my body while imagining swallowing piss from my classmates. That meant...what I thought was just a dirty dream of being massaged and “dry” humped actually happened. That was Mr. Barnes’ dollop of spunk resting on my tight pucker. It all happened and he had managed to record it. That could only mean that he was the one to anonymously mail those pictures to my parents. What had I wished for?! I peddled as quickly as I could—grateful for the light of the nearly full moon. It seemed to take an eternity to get there, but I knew this was my only option. I knocked on the front door anxiously waiting for a response. Maybe it was too late. I knocked again only harder. My whole body began to tremble uncontrollably as footsteps behind the door became audible. I heard the deadbolt and then the creaking of the hinges as the door slowly opened. “Hello, Sir” I said feeling my cock stiffen in my underwear. I stepped inside the dimly lit foyer and into my new life as slave. As soon as the door shut and bolted tight behind me, I began taking my clothes off. “You’re late,” he said. “It took me a while to remember everything and piece it all back together,” I replied with my eyes gazing down. Reaching my arms up, I placed my hands behind my head as I had done just days earlier. “Mmmmh,” the voice said. I felt hands reached around me under my arms. Fingers pinched and twisted my hard nipples as I winced. “It looks like you remembered everything.” He removed his hands from my chest and placed one on the back of my neck. Pressing me forward, he steered me back down that long hallway and back into that bed. I was entranced once again by the smell of his musk and cigar smoke. I crawled into the bed and laid there on my back with my cock stiff and my heart beating out of control. Mr. Barnes crawled onto the bed and lifted my legs above his shoulders. He crawled forward on his knees until I felt his hard cock against my ass. Reaching over me to a bottle of lube, he squirted some into his left hand and slid it down between our enmeshed bodies. I soon felt his slippery fingers against my asshole. “Oohhhh god,” I whimpered out. “I am your god now, boy. Cock is all that you will worship from now on. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir,” I cooed. He reached down and grabbed the shaft of his dick. Pressing it against my asshole he said, “I was happy to discover you finding my dildo in the shower. I’ll admit that it was a complete accident though. David used to love showing daddy how much he could take. I guess I forgot it was even in there, but I’m delighted you were so at home riding it—ever better than he did.” “It was so big for my first time,” I moaned as Mr. Barnes began pressing his thick head into my hole. “Uhhh uhhhh,” I cried out while biting my lower lip in pain. “Mmmhhh such an appetite you had for your first time. I’m impressed, but you’ll find that my cock is even thicker.” “Ooohhhh fuck,” I cried out. My hands flailed forward against his hips as the head of his cock popped fully inside me for the first time. A devilish smile formed on him. He quickly grabbed my hands and placed them over my head and held them down forcefully. “Mmmmhh yes. What was it that you said when the dildo finally slid in your cunt, boy?” “Ohhh fuck, Mr. Barnes! You’re too big for me,” I moaned hungrily. “That’s right. That god me so hard. It was almost impossible to not join you in the shower and feel my cock inside that tiny ass of yours. But, that would have spoiled everything.” Mr. Barnes began thrusting in and nearly out of me with powerful strokes. I could feel my asshole being stretched to its limit. Every time he nearly pulled out of me, it felt like my insides were being pulled out as well. He moved one hand to my face and squeezed my mouth open before spitting into it. I moaned like a whore and swallowed. “Such a pristine little slut you are...pristine and un-corrupted...for the time being least.” He leaned over and kissed me—pressing his meaty tongue into my mouth as he drove his cock balls deep into me. His tongue played with mine as I moaned. Sitting back up, he grabbed my thighs and began fucking me with serious intent. I was putty in his paws. “You feel better than I imagined. I’m happy I was able to resist the urges I had while you were passed out. As fun as siding back and forth between these cheeks was, this is the true prize. Now you get to experience being fucked like a boy should.” “You came inside me,” I moaned dreamily. “While I was passed out. I thought it was all a dream, but in the pictures, that was your cock against my hole.” “Cum should never be wasted,” he grunted while relentless pounding my ass. The squelching of his lubed cock violating me paired beautifully with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh in unfettered passion. “It always belongs in the boy’s hole. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” “From now on, you will never refuse any alpha’s load from being deposited in your hole.” “Any?” I moaned realizing I was close to my own orgasm. “More than just yours?” Mr. Barnes smiled. “I have such plans for you, Benjamin.” With that he buried his throbbing member into my boy pussy and unleashed a torrent of seed into me. He kept himself deep inside as he continued to twitch and grunt. “I want it all, Sir.” “That’s a good boy,” he said. After a couple of minutes he pulled out of me and stood next to the bed. He was leaking cum and semi-hard still. I turned in bed and placed my head off the edge of the bed and opened my mouth wide. “That’s a very good boy,” he said pressing his cock into my mouth. Leaning over with one hand wrapped tightly around my throat and the other grabbing my aching cock, he began fucking my mouth until his dick snaked its way into my throat. “Nothing feels quite like a bulging throat,” he grunted. “You’re going to make me drain another load right into your tummy.” I choked, gagged and spit up slime as he began throat fucking me with wanton abandon. It didn’t take long before my own body was twitching from lack of oxygen. This somehow delighted my body and I found myself cumming like a fountain. I felt the ropes of my own seed land against my stomach and chest. “Mmmhhh what prolific cummies,” he said ramming his cock as deep as he could. My arms flailed helplessly off the side of the bed as his furry balls rested against my face. I could feel them spasm against my nose as he came once again deep into my throat. My eyelids flitted open and shut uncontrollably as I was desperate to breathe. As I felt reality about to slip away, Mr. Barnes pulled out of my mouth. I gasped for air after immediately swallowing what he had shot into my throat. His fingers scooped up the trails of my cum. He licked them clean and sighed. “Nothing quite like a good Christian boy’s spunk.” I looked up as he backed away slightly. It was then that I noticed a fading tattoo nestled behind some of his fur. I sat up in bed. “What’s that a tattoo of?” Mr. Barnes smiled. “This scorpion?” “Yeah...I like it. Maybe I can get one so I’m marked as yours, Sir.” “Would you like that?” “I would love to earn it, Sir.” “What was it that you said back on your hands and knees with a dildo stuff in your ass in my shower? Hmmm. Oh yes. ‘Give me your hot piss in my mouth, Danny.’ I may not be Danny, but I can certainly oblige that craving of yours.” Mr. Barnes walked to the threshold of the bathroom snapped his fingers and then he pointed toward the floor in front of his feet. I slid out of his bed onto all fours and crawled to where he pointed. He turned and walked into the bathroom with me following eagerly behind like his obedient bitch. Opening the door to the shower, he snapped his fingers and pointed near the center drain. I crawled into the shower obediently and leaned back onto the heels of my feet. As he took his cock in hand and aimed it towards my face, I silently opened my mouth as wide as I could. “You’re going to make the perfect slave, boy.”
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Jonathan and Craig were a cute mid twenties couple. Craig dark hair green eyes swimmers build. A nice round ass a 7 inch cock. That kept Jonathan happy. Jonathan was a red head. Tone flat ass and a nice nine inch cock. However, Jonathan being a total bottom frustrated Craig who was a verse top. Craig had a meth problem as a teen. But got his life together. He and Jonathan met at college. And hit it off. After they graduated. They found great jobs and a place to live. Two doors down lived their neighbor Stan. He was in his early sixties. Lanky with balding grey hair who was also addicted to meth and positive with a high viral load. He secretly lusted after Craig and wanted to share his seed with him. As luck would have it. Jonathan was going away on business for a few days. Craig would be working but have a couple of days off. Stan was friendly with both men. When Jonathan said to Stan. “Keep an eye on him.” Stan invited Craig over for dinner. Craig accepted. “Stan, thank you for dinner.” “It’s much appreciated.” “No problem Craig.” “You want to stay and watch a movie?” Craig said sure. During the course of the movie Stan pulled out his pipe. Which surprised Craig. “Maybe I should go.” “I don’t do meth anymore.” Stan was surprised about this revelation, and thought he could use it to his advantage. “You don’t have to smoke.” “I won’t either.” Stan deliberately left the pipe out. Knowing Craig would eventually want to take a hit. After an hour had gone by Craig without taking his eyes off the pipe. Said “one hit couldn’t hurt.” Stan handed him the pipe and the lighter. One hit became ten and both men were high as kites. Stan put on some gay porn and started to put his hand underneath Craig’s shirt, rubbing his back. Craig being high didn’t mind it and was hard and it didn’t go unnoticed by Stan. Who started stroking his own dick. Pulling down his pants and underwear. Craig was surprised to see how big Stan’s dick was. Without thinking Craig took off his own clothes and started sucking Stan’s cock
