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Until Death Do Us Part (The Story a Cheating Boyfriend) It happened all on a sunny Saturday at Michelle’s wedding. She was a very good friend of mine and had extended and invitation to me to celebrate with her that most important day. We were quite a crowd, as we witnessed the solemn vows in the church, but I had no eyes for the holy ceremony which was taking place in the sanctuary. No, my eyes were fixed on a young guy who was sitting not far away from me. I recognized his breathtaking beauty, his innocent appearance. His blonde hair and blue eyes gave him an almost angelic appearance, and his body frame, although clearly athletic, was still quite petite. He was not really tall, at most 5'7", I estimated. Eventually he felt observed and after smiling shyly to me once in a while, he concentrated his gaze at Michelle and John who promised to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives. It was obvious the guy next to my blonde angel was his boyfriend. He held his arm around his shoulder, like he was protecting him. It was a nice gesture and somehow it made me hard. The boy’s eyes wandered back to me, just to look away…. it was almost like a hot and dangerous game. We all stood when the rites had concluded and the bride and groom began moving down the aisle to leave the church. At this point my cock was extremely hard, so I effectively presented myself to my little blonde darling, allowing him to imagine what was in store for him. Sure enough, when the blonde twink passed in front of me, he blushed when he saw my immense bulge. Since he couldn’t look away, I knew I had him on the hook. During the afternoon we had quite a ball and I made sure Michelle placed me next to the lovely twink. He and his fiancée were friends of her now husband. At that time I learned the twink's name was Dante. Later that evening, when the people were wandering around to dance or take a smoke or simply talk to others we stayed at our table and looked at each other, and got to chatting. Dante told me he had been with his partner for two years and they planned to marry also in the upcoming year. I nodded and my right hand was at the back of his chair. My thumb was caressing his shoulder blade, while he told me how much he was in love with his boyfriend. With my left hand I massaged my bump unashamedly. No one saw it anyway, no one except Dante who tried to ignore the fact that I was discretely playing with my hard on. “Would you mind stop touching me? I am here with my boyfriend,” he said all of a sudden. I kept on caressing his back and told him I knew that, but I was not doing any harm by touching him. “Still…. it is not appropriate,” he insisted. “So you want me to stop. I can do that. I can stop touching you and I can take ‘that’ away from you” I replied and stopped groping myself. Spreading my legs I gave him a good view of the tent, that was building up in my pants. Dante gulped, and quietly remarked "It certainly is impressive, but this really isn't the place for this." “You could take a closer look. Perhaps somewhere more private,” I suggested. Dante looked around frantically. “Meet me at the church yard. Tomorrow. At 3:00 PM,” I demanded. “But my boyfriend,” he mumbled. “We will just meet and talk,” I promised him, although I knew I would be the one talking. He wouldn’t be able to reply, since he would be massaging my cock with his throat. Dante nodded. “I will try to meet you there” he promised and with that I got up and made sure he got a good last look at my bulging pants before I left the table to get myself another drink and to enjoy the rest of the evening with a bunch of my acquaintances. The next day came and I arrived at the church shortly before 3:00 PM. Dante had already arrived, and was seated on a bench texting on his mobile, as he awaited my arrival. He was dressed in a washed out jeans and a skater shirt, looking even younger than his actual age of 18, which he had mentioned to me at the wedding. I walked up to him. My dick started to stir yet again, and, as he was sitting at the right height, it was the first thing he saw: a nice lump was forming in my jeans. “Hey Dante… nice, that you made it” I greeted him. “Yeah – nice to see…. you…. too,” he replied as he stared at my crotch. Then his eyes sought-out my eyes and he smiled at me. “Although I must admit I am still not comfortable being here. I even lied to my boyfriend,” he admitted. ‘Nice’ I thought. “Why? What did you tell him?” I wanted to know. “I texted him I lost my bracelet at the wedding and wanted to check in various places if I could find it” he said. “Well, let’s take a walk over the cemetery. We could talk and find a quiet corner to converse some more,” I looked at him with a friendly face. “Okay,” he agreed and with that we started walking towards the entrance of the wide cemetery, chatting as we made our way. I kept an eye open for a private bench, and then spied the perfect location, a bench positioned beneath a willow, with no nearby tombstones. We sat down and since Dante kept glancing at my crotch, I placed my arm around his shoulder and sat there, my legs wide apart, and suggested “Well, why don’t you check me out - just for a little bit. You know, while we chat,” I suggested. “I'm not sure if I should do that,” he replied, adding “It would feel like cheating on my boyfriend and I don’t want to go that path. I am proud that we are committing ourselves into a faithful relationship." ‘Blah blah blah’ I thought. Of course I agreed with that and I told him it was not my intention to ruin anything. I could relate on that, since I was in a solid relationship myself (a lie) and would never be not loyal to my loved one (again a lie, since I cheated always on my partners). Come on, as if fucking the same old hole would make you horny after some times of usage. “But then again – it is nothing more than a human touch” I explained to him and touched his right hand. “See. Nothing more. No cheating, no lies, just a human touch. And I got the feeling you were quite interested yesterday in feeling me up. And I can sense from the look in your eyes, that you still are, Dante." He didn’t look at my face. He stared openly at my bulge and his hand tried to fondle the clear outlining of my hard nine inch long cock. He started at the base with one finger and followed the route up to my cock head. There he used three of his fingers to get a grip around my glans penis, massaging it through my jeans. "It's so long and thick,” he said admiring. “Yeah – most guys turn me down, because of that” I sighed deeply. “Are you serious?” he asked, looking up at me, but his hand never paused in stroking my cock, even if through my tight jeans. I simply nodded. It was unbelievable, how many guys were scared of the size of my cock. Of course this was a lie also, but I wanted to get this thing going. “I would love to feel it up my ass,” he confessed, "especially 'cause my boyfriend's cock is only six inches long and somewhat thin," but then, in a moment of remorse, he added “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you that.” “Nah – man we are friends. Who can you turn to, if not to a friend in such matters?” I asked him honestly and played my cards so hypocritically. “So you fuck your boyfriend?” I asked. “Good lord – no!” he exclaimed. He was the passive part, which made it so critical for him. He loved his boyfriend, just in bed he was a whack. “Oh that’s bad of course, but love can overcome such problems,” I praised him and really had to bite my tongue in order not to laugh out loud. Then I asked "Do you want to take a closer look?” “Here? Out in the open?” he sounded shocked. I got the feeling this twink was really a good one ‘as in’ playing always safe – meeting the love of his life – testing for HIV and that crap and then fucking without condoms like rabbits. He was a ‘Neg’ for sure, which made him even more desirable for me. “Nah – are you crazy?” I played the surprised. “We could use the church toilets and you could take a short glance. That’s it,” I promised. I vowed I would not fuck him there and smiled my winning smile and so we agreed on walking to the toilets. He was supposed to walk in front of me and reserve a stall and I would enter immediately behind him and enter the stall if no one else was in there at all. I’ve watched him shaking his ass at me, while he looked for the right way back to the church. From time to time he turned around to me and grinned, while I followed him, giving him a dirty look. I even squeezed my bulge more than one time, when he took another turn, gazing at me. I was horny like a dog when I entered the church toilets and as we thought, we were the only ones in there at that moment. So Dante took the last of three stalls and disappeared in it. I followed him and closed the door behind us. Right after that the main door opened again and someone shuffled into to urinals section and started to pee. I signaled Dante to get down on his knees and to open my pants, while I pretended to concentrate to the stranger outside, but I hardly listened to the noises the other fellow made. Dante understood and so he went down and started with my belt. I looked down on him thinking to myself 'Dante is absolutely hypnotized by shape of my cock, even if he hasn't seen it yet'. But with that he opened the last button and received his 'present of the day', my cock! He was mesmerized and looked at it closely. He felt the girth of my dick and enjoyed smelling around my dong, but he never tried to move to the next step, so I pushed the envelope saying "I've really gotta take a piss, but maybe you'd like to hold it for me." He nodded and smiled at me. He aimed my dick towards the toilet porcelain and I started letting go a strong gush of piss. I sighed relieved and the luck was on my side, when I realized that there was no toilet paper in our stall. So when I finished pissing up, I told Dante about our dilemma and asked him, if he could finish the job. He looked up at me with big eyes and you could see his brain started working. But the tension was too much for him and so he focused his gaze on my dick head again and shortly after that I felt his tongue lapping at my glans penis, and he particularly seemed to enjoy licking my piss slit as his tongue wiped through my piss slit a lot of times. He even dared to take my cock head into his mouth for a couple of seconds and started sucking me softly. Then the magic moment was gone and Dante started jacking me off slowly, but without his mouth supporting it. I knew what he was trying to do, but it was my game and he had to obey my rules, so I stopped his motions and started to button up, while grinning at him cheekily. Dante looked like a child, who got robbed of his favorite toy. I almost felt sorry for him, but this jacking off would lead to nothing. I had to keep his tension up and so I apologized to him, and told him that I had to leave for a date with my lover (a lie, since there was no solid relationship for me) and if he would like to meet me for another chat, we could meet at the church parking lot on Thursday at the same time again. His face brightened up and he promised he would make it, and as we walked back to the parking lot, we chatted about ordinary stuff, departing merrily. Dante had traveled to the church bus, and I deliberately didn’t suggest I could drop him off - wherever he was going. He didn't seem to even notice my omission. I knew, however, next time we wouldn’t end up in the church toilet as there were other places, very discrete places we could go, where we could engage in some more interesting action. Little did Dante know there was more about me than just my handsome face or the big cock in my jeans....- 56 replies
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Stripped to just a jock and a harness I gripped the branch in front of me tightly and kept my eyes forward. I felt hands grab my hips and a heavy set body press against me from behind. I had put myself in this position for this very situation and I was making sure I stayed true to my self-made promise. The woods around here have always had a reputation, and just walking through them you could tell it was well deserved. Various hollows and gaps in the trees that veered from the main pathways were strewn with discarded condom wrappers, lube sachets and even the occassional piece of torn underwear. It felt sordid to just stand in a spot like this and that was exactly what I wanted. During the daytime there was always a steady passing trade. Work types on a lunch break, guys just taking a "stroll." Drivers who knew all the best places for quick relief and didn't care where it came from. Days could be fun. Nights, oh nights were quite different. The dark brings out all kinds to a place like this. You could guarantee that, while they might be responsible for the pieces of torn clothing found in the bushes, they certainly weren't leaving behind used rubbers or the wrappers. They never used them. The shades who drifted through these woodlands at night were the kind who indulged in every vice. If you've ever thought, "I don't think I'd like that." Whatever it was you didn't like, someone was doing it here under cover of darkness. That is exactly what I needed. I wanted to feel unrestrained by any social decency. I had to give myself over to the lusts that kept threatening to surface during daylight hours when I have to wear the mask of a good, responsible and civilised man. So I made myself ready, dressed accordingly and made my way to my nocturnal destination. Having parked up and walked a little way into the darkened woodland I found a likely hollow and stripped quickly. Having done so I waited. Facing into the hollow, bent over and back arched presenting myself fully for use. Anyone finding me like this would know exactly what I am and in this place at this time I am a fuckhole. I don't know exactly what it is about being mostly naked in a vulnerable position, but the mixture of fear, anticipation and need heighten every response. The little voice asking, "What the fuck are you doing?" Well that is easily drowned out by the other voice. The one that is begging to be caught, the one that says, "Whatever happens now, you deserve it!" I hear the crack of a branch as someone negotiates the darkness but its not enough to gauge their direction of travel. I try to concentrate, to pick up on any sound to indicate whether I am in a good location tonight. Then I feel it. How he is behind me without a sound I don't know but my whole body tenses and immediately relaxes as the hot calloused hand runs over my arse and up my back. Fingers run under the straps of my harness and jock as if he is mentally mapping every inch of my exposed skin. Nothing has been said so far but I can hear his breathing deepen as he slides a hand between my cheeks and runs his fingers over my hole. I gasp at the feeling and push back instinctively and he doesn't dissappoint as, finding me already wet with lube, he shoves two fingers right up me. Holding my harness with one hand and pulling me onto his questing digits he grunts approvingly and hoarsly whispers, "You really are ready for it aren't you?" I just grunt as he pushes as deep as he can and nod at the night. I squeeze my hole on his fingers and hope that is affirmation enough. He slides his hands from me and I hear the unmistakable sound of rustling fabric, of clothes being shed. Hands grab my head and a bottle of poppers are pressed to my nose with a simple command. "Breathe." I let it happen, let myself inhale the fumes deeply and repeat as he switches sides. Fuck they are strong and I feel the warmth and slight sensation of dizziness as he pulls the bottle away. "Going to take my bare cock aren't you boy?" I just groan knowing that no answer I can give will make any difference but knowing that that is exactly what I need. Stripped to just a jock and a harness I gripped the branch in front of me tightly and keep my eyes forward. I felt his hands grab my hips and a heavy set body press against me from behind. I had put myself in this position for this very situation and I wasn't about to give up now. The sudden pressure of a thick cockhead finds my arsehole easily and just as easily slides in. I groan at the intrusion glad of the lube because I get the feeling he would have shoved into me with or without it. "Nice fucking hole," the hissed words match the time it takes him to bottom out in me. His hands tighten on my hips and he begins to rock in and out with my hole squeezing down around that rigid flesh pole. He grips me tightly, his fingers pressing into my skin as his cock pumps steadily in and out of me. We are both panting at the exertion, each one enjoying the sensations running through our bodies. I am pushing back onto his dick telling him through my movements and animal grunts just how much I want him, want his cock, his fucking, his cum. He slides a hand up my body and grips my neck as he leans into my body and I feel his panting breath on my ear. "You fucking want it don't you?" I grunt a "Yes." "Yeah you do. You want me to ruin this slutty fucking hole!" As he grinds himself all the way inside me. Holding his hips right up against me he begins a short jabbing rhythm that stabs his cock into my hole rapidly and has me groaning in need. "Fucking taking it bare like a dirty fucking whore. Tell me you want my load." I can tell by his movements and his ragged breath he is getting close and I love it. "Fucking ask for my cum you slut." He rasps as his pace quickens even more. "Please," I manage to pant out. "Fuck your cum into me. I need it!" The desperation is clear in my voice, this is what I came for. "Yeah! Take my dirty cock you cunt. Gonna knock you up like you want!" "Do it!" I cry out. "Fucking load my hole!" It is clearly what he needs to hear as he jams his cock right up my hole, holds me tight and his cock pulses inside me unleashing the pent up sperm to paint my insides. "Fuuuck!" The exhalation is drawn out and I feel him relax even as he holds on to me. "That was fucking great. I needed that. I think you did too." He chuckles as he slides himself from me. I remain in position. The cool night air chills the sweat on my skin and I can feel my hole, wet and used pulse from the recent abuse. "Thank you." I whisper to my unseen fucker genuinely glad for the essence he has left in me. I feel a hand glide over my skin and a playful swat at my arse cheek. "Dirty fucker taking dirty loads in the dark. You looking to get knocked up?" For the first time I glance over my shoulder with a half smile on my still flushed face. "You're too late for that, but I really needed the recharge." "Fuck! You dirty cunt! I wish I'd known I'd have really wrecked your hole but if you're staying for more and I see anyone else I'll point them this way. Hope I see you up here again." With that he's gone. My ears are still ringing from the poppers and the exertion and I don't hear him walk away I just wait and hope for more.
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Part 1... Crap. The guy I had spent the last 30 minutes trading messages with on Grindr had turned out to be just a flake. Messages back and forth about how he is really horny and wants me to come over, he and his buddy will both fuck me, blah blah blah. When I ask him for a location, however, his profile disappears. Blocked. Two days in Edinburgh and I was as horny as hell. I swear Edinburgh seemed to be in the running for bottom capital of the country. The night before had been a bust as well. Up until well after 1AM hoping to find find a horny top but the only guys who seemed to respond were other bottoms. And, as a confirmed bottom myself, that was just not working for me. There seemed to be lots of tops available in Glasgow but that was 40 or 50 miles away. The alarm, merciless as ever, had still gone off at 7:30 and I had dragged myself out of bed. Now at almost noon, I was tired, frustrated, and horny. My meetings had completed and I had checked out of the hotel earlier… but I was hanging in a quiet corner just off the main lobby trolling Grindr and BBRT hoping for a change of luck. I’ve been married to an amazing guy for over two years now but our sex life had pretty much run dry after the first year. Seven year itch? Bullshit… I had made it a bit over two years before I cheated. An anonymous hookup, the feeling a cock inside me, and I couldn’t bring myself to stop since. Maybe monogamy just doesn’t work for gays… or maybe that is just an excuse. I don’t know. I was about to log out and give up for today though… I had a long drive ahead of me to get home… and at that moment the message came in. “Hi. Can you accom?” It read. I didn’t even have a chance to reply before a second message hit. “I need to unload. Free now?” This was followed by a picture of a beautiful fat cock. I glanced at his profile. Mid-30’s (several years younger than me), 6 foot something (several inches taller than me), shaved head. “Can’t accommodate, checked out of my hotel earlier. But would love to help you unload.” I replied and named the hotel. I only paused a moment before I sent my face picture. “Fuck. Can’t host either.” There was a pause, then “Need an ass to unload in.” This was followed by a body shot…clothed but the firm chest and tight stomach were clearly visible. I scrolled back up to the first picture… I wanted to worship that fat cock. No. I needed to worship that fat cock. Another message from him. “Really need to seed an ass. Up for a toilet?” I am no saint. In my younger years I was a regular in bathhouses and saunas, in bookstores and video stores with booths and gloryholes, and seedy bars with backrooms. One thing I have never done was hook up in a public toilet. “Sounds hot.” I admitted. “But risky.” The last thing I needed was to get arrested for having sex in a public restroom. If my bosses found out I would probably lose my job… and if my husband found out i would lose him as well. A moment later another message arrived. “I know a nice quiet toilet. Close to you.” He mentioned a department store and the floor where to meet. “Keep looking at your pics.” I said. “Feeling really tempted.” “Just meet me there. You can suck me dry. Quick, no fucking. Less risky.” After the hours of sexual frustration I had endured the night before and dealing with the flake earlier, it was great to be the object of someones attention. I felt my willpower slip away. “I can be there in 10 minutes.” I messaged. “Great. On my way.” He replied. I took my tablet to my car and secured it in the boot. Then hurried to the appointed location. As I headed up in the escalators in the building, I realised I had never seen a face pic. Turned out not to be an issue though. On reaching the appointed floor, I saw a tall man in a suit, with a shaved head and a lean and firm body browsing the shelves nearby. He looked at me, smiled, and gave me a wink. I had found my man. I looked around but did not see the toilets. The tall man was still browsing the shelves. I guess he was waiting for me to go in… but I had no idea where to go. I noticed a cute, and clearly gay, twink manning a nearby desk so, in desperation, I asked him to point me to the toilets. He didn’t even look up but pointed me in the right direction. Just the other side of my hookup. The tall man probably thought i was some kind of idiot… but it was not my mind I wanted him to worry about. I passed him again, giving him a quick smile, and walked into the men’s toilet. It seemed empty. As I’ve said, I’ve never hooked up in a toilet before and I was unsure what the protocol was. I washed my hands to give myself an excuse to be in the room. I waited for another minute or two but my hook up did not come in. Had he changed his mind? I wondered. Did he get annoyed when i wandered around for a couple minutes? Had I broken some protocol by going into the toilet first? I decided to check and see if he was still in the store near the toilet. I stepped out of the toilet… and he brushed by me going in. Crap. Now he must really think me an idiot. I made a pretence of looking at the shelves for a moment or two then, in what I hoped was a subtle moved, slipped back into the toilet. After a moment one of the stalls opened slightly and my hookup looked out… I breathed a sigh of relief and slipped inside and he closed the door behind me. Part 2... For just a moment I considered the stall was just big enough for the two of us but otherwise it almost seemed like it had been designed for gay hookups back in the sixties or seventies. . The walls and door ran from ceiling to floor (making the encounter private), and a window on the wall opened slightly to let in fresh air (allowing just enough noise to cover the sounds of a guy getting his dick sucked). All this flashed through my mind in a split second. Then the stranger opened his fly and his cock popped out. I was on my knees without thinking. My heart was racing. The risk, my doubts, my fears. All that was there but subsumed by the cock in front of me. Six inches, thick, uncut. A faint masculine scent as I opened my mouth and his slipped inside. I heard him sigh contentedly above me and I felt that flash of pride that every bottom feels when they know their top is pleased. I began to work his cock. In and out of my mouth, playing with the thick head then sliding down the shaft deeper into my mouth. Gazing up at him as he looked down at me, his body looming above me. My hands fumbled into his shirt, brushing his hard stomach, sliding up to his nips and teasing them until they were hard. I moved my hands to his back, pulling him slightly into me, giving him my unspoken permission to thrust into my mouth. I stifled my gag reflex as he entered my throat. “Good boy” He whispered so quietly I could barely hear him. “You like sucking that cock don’t you?” With my mouth stuffed I could only moan quietly. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and I could hear someone come in. My heart froze. I did my best to be quiet, but the cock in my mouth began thrusting harder. The tall man didn’t say anything but seemed to be trying to make me moan or choke and be heard. I could distantly hear someone piss into one of the urinals and then heard them leave. My heart was still racing but i focused on the thick cock in my mouth. I didn’t stop or try to slow him down… he felt so good and I loved his taste and smell. Any guilt over my betrayal of my husband and out marriage was lost in the heat and excitement. He smirked above me. “Yeah… look at you. On your knees sucking a cock in a public toilet. Getting off on almost getting caught. You are a dirty slut, aren’t you?” I didn’t say anything, just kept working his cock. He gripped my chin and tilted my face so I was looking up towards him face. “I asked you a question. Tell me you are a dirty slut.” I pulled his cock from my mouth. “Yeah mate. I’m a dirty slut.” “I’m not your mate. You are here to take my load like a common whore.” I nodded. With him towering over me, dominating me, and with the thrill and risk of getting caught, I felt so turned on. I was putty in his hands. “Get up, I’m going to fuck you.” he whispered. We had agreed oral only but I was too far gone. It was not in my power to say no. I unbuckled my pants and let them fall as I stood. He turned me around to face the back wall of the stall and pulled my underwear down. His hand on my back pushed and I bent forward, offering up my ass to him. No mention of a condom. No discussion of status. I hadn’t brought lube and neither, apparently, had he. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and a gob of his spit landed on my sphincter and then another. His cockhead circled my hole, coating itself in his spit. And then it found it’s mark. He was thick and my ass resisted despite my wanting his cock. He was determined, however, and my resistance was in vain. He gripped my left hip with one hand, holding me steady, and his right hand guided his thick cock and he forced his way inside my hole. I could suppress the cry of pain. “Come on, bitch. Take that cock.. you know you want it.” I did want it. I pushed back into his fuck and he slipped further inside. My hole relaxed and surrendered to him completely. He started thrusting hard, in and out, and my ragged breath seemed to echo through the toilet. The bathroom door opened again. I struggled to keep quiet, biting my knuckles to stop from groaning out load… but the risk of getting caught only seemed to excite my top even more. He thrust his entire shaft in and out of my hole until he was balls deep. Surely anyone in the bathroom could hear the slap of his thighs against my ass now? In the end, whoever was out there was either enjoying what they could hear or was too naive to figure it out. It seemed like forever but who ever was in the bathroom finally left and I allowed myself to breathe and grunt as the tall man slammed his dick all the way inside. He was not patient or gentle… and i did not want him to be. I wanted to be fucked, to be used, to be seeded like the slut that I am. I didn’t need to touch my own dick. I was here for his cock and for his load. His pleasure, his release, was pleasure enough for me. “Getting close. Gonna seed your pussy. You want that?” “Yeah.” I hissed through gritted teeth. “Give it to me. Give me that load. “Gonna load you up good. Gonna ruin you.” Maybe I should have realised what he was saying. I mean we all know the risks. But I didn’t care. “Fuck yeah… give it to me!” His breathing was ragged now and his thrusts hectic. I felt him grip my thighs and bury himself deep inside… “Here it comes then… take my toxic load. I’m going to POZ your ass.” And then he was cumming. I was lost in that glorious feeling of a cock throbbing inside your hole, of cum filling you up. I understood what he was saying, what it meant, but the words just washed over me. He pulled out. He turned me back around and pushed me down to my knees again. I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock into my mouth and deep into my throat. I could feel him throb again, firing the last shots down into my stomach. At last the throbbing stopped. I pulled back and cleaned his cock with my tongue. I savoured the taste of my own hole on his cock and the salty traces of the last of his load. He slipped his cock back into his pants and straightened his clothes. I looked up at him adoringly and he looked down at me with contempt. “What a dumb slut. You are nothing but a common toilet tramp.” He said with a sneer. “Enjoy the virus, bitch.” He slipped out of the stall without another word. He had used me and was done with me. But we both had gotten what we wanted. Once I heard him leave the bathroom, I got off my knees and sat on the toilet. I fingered my hole and could feel his cum dripping out of me. His POZ cum. I licked my finger savouring his taste again. I wondered if his bug would take and if I would, in fact, end up POZ. How would that affect my husband? Our marriage? I could feel my guilt rising. What had I done? But I also felt something else. Desire. I liked being used. The idea that my ass was dripping POZ cum thrilled me. After a few minutes, I got dressed and walked back to my car. I pulled out my tablet. Surely there was time to find one more load before I headed for home? Surely there was one more top, maybe another POZ top, looking to unload in Edinburgh? - END -
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This is based on a true story, though it has been greatly embellished. names changed and so forth. *** My name is Mark,a 28 year old bottom, have been a barebacker my whole life, and never really questioned whether or not I would get HIV. It was inevitable, I only played raw, and sometime, someone was bound to lie and stealth me, or not know their status and breed me with a highly toxic load. I had also never done drugs stronger than pot or poppers, even if that was to soon change. I was average all around, average height, average weight, average looks. Javier was different though. It was a hot Saturday, and I was on manhunt cruising for some dick. Had broken up with my boyfriend of several years the week before, and was really horny for some raw dick and good use. I met this hot latino papi named Javier on MH, and we started chatting. We had played years before, but life happened and nothing ever really came of it. He was pretty damn hot, 6 foot to my 5'8, bit on the furry side, with a great looking 9 inch uncut cock that was super thick. Best of all he was a pig like me. He hadn't showered in a few days, hadn't cum in longer. Had a nice build up of cheese in his hood, and said he wanted me to come over and clean it off and take his loads. I readily said "fuck yea!" and got cleaned up and out. Thoroughly. Soon enough I was in my car, heading to his house in a kinda run down area of a town a half hour away from me. I get to his place, and he is waiting outside, looking VERY hot, a little on the sweaty side, and a little trashier than his pics online. I didn't care, it actually made me hotter. "You gonna be my cumdump, puta? Get your ass inside." He held the door open for me, and as I walked past, I could smell his dick and balls, through the basketball shorts he was wearing, it almost made me swoon. "Well, puta, you ready to be my cumdump?" "Hell yes papi, I'm ready to take all your cum!" I replied, getting very excited, my dick straining against my NP jockstrap. He started mumbling in Spanish, which I didn't know very much of, but it still made me hot. He led me inside to his living room, where there were two blunts sitting on the coffee table. He picked one up and handed it to me, and lit it for me, and told me to smoke it to my face. Being no stranger to pot, which this smelled like, I had no problem smoking it. Granted, it was making me hornier than pot usually did, but I figured that it was this hunky Papi pig next to me smoking his own blunt that had me horny. We smoked the blunts and talked, he asked me more specifically what experience I had as a pig. "Well, I only take raw dick, and have had lots of that, by test lat week said I was neg though, so no worries. I have done some piss play, have tried to get a fist into my ass, but never got it all the way in. Played with toys, and brought some with me. I like sweaty, unwashed pigs, just the smell of their cocks and balls gets me hard. I like slings, and I like sleazy scenes. Uncut dick is my favorite, love the feel of the hood around my tongue and in my ass. Um, other than that, I'm open to pretty much anything that isn't shit, puke, kids, mutilation, maybe a few other things, but I like enough things that I'd like to think the ones I don't aren't required." I laughed, and kept smoking the blunt, feeling higher and higher. I didn't usually smoke a blunt all by myself, I was more of a bong kinda guy, but I felt good, so I finished it up, all the way to the filter he had put in it. As soon as he was finished with his, he grabbed the bag I brought, that had lube, poppers, and toys in it, and told me to follow him. We went upstairs to the attic, where it was as hot as hell, but since both he and I liked sweat, it was a good thing for us. He led me through the attic to a room at the back with no windows, but a sling hanging up on the beams, and a ratty old mattress on the floor. It smelled like sex in there, and it made me horny so fast it wasn't even funny. "Strip puta, show Papi what he's getting." I slid out of my shorts, down to my raunchy NP jockstrap, pulled off my shirt, showing him my whole body. I turned around, and he forcefully bent me over to see my hole. He started mumbling in Spanish again, and the only words I caught were puta, culo, and leche. I knew what those meant, even if I didn't know what the connecting words meant. He slapped my ass hard, which made my soft little boy dick jump, and told me "Get on your fours!" and pushed me onto the mattress. Up close, it reeked of piss and cum and sweat, and it was just making me hornier. I was on all fours, with my furry ass exposed, and he was digging his fingers into my hole kind of rough. It felt good though, my ass wanted more in it badly. "Don't move." He says to me, and I feel him get up and move away from me, and hear him going through a cabinet in the room. A bottle of strong poppers lands on the mattress next to my head and he tells me to take 5 long hits and hold each of them. I do as I'm told and I can hear the smile in his voice as he says "Good puta, very good." The rush hits me and I feel Javier get behind me, and then his scruffy face on my hole, his tongue digging in deep. He holds my hips and really pushes his face into my ass, tongue moving a hundred miles a minute. I let out moan after moan and push my ass back onto his tongue, sweat beginning to pour off of my shaved head. He pulls away from my ass, and I feel his fingers digging into me again, roughly opening me up. Sliding in and out. Then a strong burn, which the poppers tell my mind is just not enough lube. More fingers, and more burning in my hole, and my hole just getting hungrier and hungrier. I am starting to shake a little, but I think it's from excitement. Javier has already got me wrapped around his hot chorizho, and I am dying to be able to see it in person and get it in my mouth. My ass is on fire when he tells me to turn around. He has placed a smallish plug on the mattress behind me and tells me to sit on it while I suck his pinga. I sit my hole down on it, and damned if my hole doesn't swallow the thing up without a twinge of pain. This is no small plug either, an average sized one, for my hole that hasn't had anything other than my fingers in it in well over 6 months. Right in front of my face though, is this beautiful, massive uncut cock. Even hard, there is a little bit of foreskin still on the head, and I can see and smell the cock cheese, and it's making me drool. He tells me to hold still, grabs his dick, and starts to wipe a bit of his cheese on the underside of my nostrils, then tells me to open up and lays his pinga on my tongue and tells me to clean it and worship it. "Since you are going to be on it all night, puta. You know you want it bad." And I do want it bad, I want his cheese covered pinga deep in my throat and in my ass. So I start to suck the cheese off, licking the head, digging my tongue under his foreskin, getting the whole head clean and wet, and loving the taste of his raunchy smegma. All the while I am bouncing on the plug, and listening to him spout a stream of nasty talk in Spanish. "That's it puta, bounce your culo on that plug while you suck my pinga, worship the cock that is going to breed you full of cum all night long." I keep sucking his cock, feeling his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down, making me throat his cock, feeling it pry my throat apart to lodge deep in me. "Let it rest there for a bit puta, you will like this." He says to me as I feel something traveling down his shaft and into my throat. I realize he is pissing, and I push my hole harder on the plug, not even able to swallow his piss, it's just going directly down my throat. He grabs his dick hard to cut the flow, and pulls it out to let me get a breath. "Ahora no derramar una gota, beber mi orina maricón." Now don't spill a drop, drink my piss faggot. He says to me and I almost have time to moan before his piss starts hitting the back f my throat and I have to struggle to keep up with it. After the fourth or fifth swallow, my stomach starts to rebel and I harshly crush the gagging feeling and keep on drinking papi's piss down, when he starts to let the spray go all over my face, in my hair, and all over my body. When he's finished, he looks at me, and grins. "Good job puta, you are makin papi proud of you. Now get your ass up and in the sling." So I get up and hop in the sling, letting it hold me, and I can see the restraints. Thinking nothing of it, trusting my hot rough and tumble Papi, I restrain my feet, then I do one wrist. He grins at me again "Ansioso por entrégate a mí totalmente, ¿eh coño? Si usted tuviera alguna idea de lo que voy a hacer contigo ..." Eager to give yourself to me totally, huh cunt? If you had any idea what I am going to do with you... He straps my remaining wrist into place, and I have no idea what he just said to me, but i can see that my soft little dick is leaking precum like mad, even if I can't seem to get hard. Javier notices my gaze and laughs. "Now that you are tied into the sling and can't get away, I can tell you. The blunt you smoked? It was laced pretty heavily with Tina. And you smoked it to your face like a good little puta. That burning that you felt while I was fingering you? That was me putting meth into your cunt to get you ready and pliable to what I have in mind now. Now? Now I'm going to slam you full of Tina, and turn you into my true cumwhore. Oh, and since you never asked me my status, I just want you to know that I am poz, and that all of the other men who are waiting downstairs to use your cunt are poz too." He grins at me as my face falls. "But. I didn't want to do chems, and I don't want to be poz, Papi, please let me go!" I start struggling, trying to get myself loose, but fail miserably. After about ten minutes of trying to get free, I realize that I am going no where. The whole time I am trying to get free, Javier has his fingers in my ass, and is pushing on my button, making my dick leap, and making involuntary moans escape my mouth instead of the protests I want to scream at him. He stands there laughing until I give up, at which point he goes and retrieves his syringe. "You are mine now, puta, for as long as I care to keep you here. You will take what dick I say, and you will love every second of it. This little rig here will make sure of it!" He laughs again as I quietly whimper "No, please, don't do this. I won't fuck bareback anymore, I don't want to be poz!" "But, you won't have to worry about condoms ever again, you can be as big a slut as you want now, puta." He has a rubber tube wrapped around his own arm and I watch as he sticks the needle into his vein and draws back a little blood. Then he pulls the syringe out of his arm, without injecting anything, and wraps the rubber tubing around my arm. "You will want to hold still for this," he says as I start to struggle. "Move around while I'm trying to slam you and you are going to be in the worst pain you have ever felt." I stop moving, and hold still for him, terrified, breathing rapidly, whimpering over and over again "No, no please no." There is the pressure and the pinch of the needle breaking through my skin and into my vein, and I watch as he depresses the plunger and three quarters of the bloody mixture disperses into my veins. Javier grabs another tube, and puts it around his arm, slides it into his vein and gives himself the rest. Putting our arms close together so he can grab the tubing at the same time for both of us he says "Three, two, one. Blast off pig!" And he pulls the tubing off of both of us. For a second, I feel nothing, then heat, and then a strong scratch in my throat. I cough once, twice, three times, and then gone are all my protests. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Is all I can say as my papi laughs again at me and says "Now you are my poz puta, you have my tainted blood in you along with my chems. Tell papi what you want puta, tell him what you need." I am moving my ass up and down as much as I can, my dick soft still and leaking precum again like mad. All I can think I that I need dick, in my ass, in my mouth. I need to service men, and be a pig whore for them. "I need cock, Papi, in my ass and mouth, I need to please men with my body, I need to do what you want to please you!" "Good pig, I will just call the others up here while I slip this nice bit of meth up your cunt." He calls to his buds "He's ready, come and get your raw pig slut!" He pushes the crystal of meth up my hole, and puts his cock head there, waiting for his buddies to come upstairs. As soon as they arrive, he drives his cock balls deep into my cunt in one motion, and my hole just swallows it. Eats the whole thing, no matter how much that would have hurt me earlier today. I scream "FUCK YEA PAPI! GIVE ME YOUR COCK!" And his buds laugh at me, coming over and forcing their cocks into my mouth while Javier brutally fucks my ass. I can feel my hole getting slick, so I ask papi if he has bred me already. "No, puta, you are feeling my precum mixing with your blood. Those two things are lubing your cunt for me, and I am getting close to filling you with my poz cum. Are you ready for it? Because here it comes!" He slams his dick in and out of me a couple more times, then slams in balls deep as hard as he can when I feel his cock expand and start to fill me with his cum. Without touching myself, without even being hard, my formerly neg boy cock shoots it's last neg load out all over my stomach to the cheers of the anonymous men standing around me. Javier grinds his dick into me until it has gone too soft to work for that, then offers my hole to the next man, a tall, husky black man with a dick even bigger than Javier's. "You are gonna take all of our poz loads this weekend, slut. And you are going to beg us for each one. We saw how you came when Javi bred you full of his poz load. Now you will be getting ours. Probably a lot of piss too. And maybe a fist or two. More than that if I have my way though. Maybe more to come, all comments on my first story here are welcome.
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Author’s Notes: This is a completely fictional story involving infidelity, relationship corruption, and poz worship and fucking along with some light supernatural imagination. Any connection to the real world is merely coincidental and nothing is modeled after any real life event. This story will take time to build. This first chapter attempts to set a ground stage for the remaining story and therefore contains no sex. There is a bit of buildup towards to the end to leave you on a cliffhanger. My expectation based upon my thought process for how this will play out is that for the most part, this will be the most mundane of the chapters, and the rest will be filled with much more of the things we would like to read, although the truest goal here is to continue to layer the tension so that each chapter has the appropriate impact. CHAPTER 1: THE DANCE Brandon and Tyler had been together for three years at this point. Both 22, they still had a lot of life ahead of them, but were madly in love with each other. They had moved in a year earlier into a small, somewhat run-down apartment on the bad side of town. But at least it was theirs. Plus, they needed money to keep themselves looking good. Brandon was 5’7” 125 lbs, brown eyes, brown hair swung across the side of his face, slightly emo in nature, but a bit more modernized in its stylizing. His body was a perfect twink body in all aspects. Both him and Tyler were obsessive about being smooth. While they didn’t have a lot of hair on their bodies, they found they felt more attractive waxing themselves to perfection each day. Tyler wasn’t much different than Brandon in the looks department. He was himself, hot as hell, with an even tinier skinnier body at only 5’5” and 103 lbs. He was obsessive and meticulous about his diet, his workout, and had somehow, someway, decided that 103 lbs was the magic number. It helped accentuate his hip bones just right, kept his thighs at the perfect measurements, made his extremely tight clothes hang on his body just the way he wanted. He was blonde, with a very similar haircut to Brandon, except his hair was more textured and highlighted and toned which really helped the focus on his incredibly deep blue eyes. Both boys had no tattoos, but they wanted them eventually, should they ever have the money. Brandon had a PA on his decently large 8 inch dick. It wasn’t and exceptionally thick dick, but it was a good size. Brandon also had his nipples pierced – rings – for that matter. Tyler was more decked out for sure, each ear had three piercings – the lobe, and then two more going up the side on both sides. His nipples were pierced, and he preferred the balls to the rings, his belly button as well, but with a fairly hefty diamond that an ex had bought him, along with his taint being pierced. He practically came when he get the taint pierced. Tyler sported a smaller 6 inch dick, and while not tiny, dictated he bottomed more than topped. From a looks perspective, these were the stereotypical twinks to the tee. They had extremely tight little bodies, even hotter asses, looked good in everything, or nothing at all, and were obsessed with their looks. However, they had a softer side than most. Overtly friendly, decent, kind, non-judgmental of most guys, it was easy for anyone they met to be surprised be their down-to-earth nature and likability. They were madly in love. They had already moved from the wild sex phase of the first few years of the relationship to a more mundane “husband phase”, even though they were only planning on getting married eventually. At this point, neither had proposed to the other, but that didn’t matter. They knew, with every fiber of their being, who they belonged to, and they wouldn’t have it any other way. Monogamy was key in the relationship, and pure utter devotion was the way that they lived. They were at each other’s side most times, but even wen not, they constantly texted or called each other to check in, because they cared, they LOVED, not because they distrusted. Sex wasn’t the main part of the relationship like it used to be. It happened a few times weekly. Brandon had a decent sex drive, Tyler had a sex drive that couldn’t even be measured. But the sex was good if not vanilla in nature, and Tyler never minded Brandon’s lovemaking. Its not as if the both of them had ever had rough sex or been a little loose before they met, but it was almost like they began to embody the traditional relationship in its monogamy and expectations especially after they moved in. Spontaneity was definitely not something that Brandon exceled at, but Tyler didn’t hold it against him. He was so madly in love with him that he certainly could practically overlook any tiny fault. Brandon worked in a shipped and logistics company in a very manual labor position, and while he had worked there for a few years and finally got on the day shift, since it was a 24 hour operation, there were times, due to staffing, that he had to work late. The unfortunate situation this particular Saturday was that a couple that they knew, Aaron and Adam, (which Brandon and Tyler called collectively, DoubleA) were going out to the local gay club and wanted Brandon and Tyler to come along that night. Nothing particularly crazy, something Brandon and Tyler had done with other friends and couples, but not the DoubleA boys. Adam and Aaaron were a little different. Not scary or concerning per se, but they had an open relationship and always marketed it as such. Now, they always drew a line of respect to Brandon and Tyler and never came across pushy, but they still tended to always market how good it felt. Brandon would always scoff at their musings and statements once he was alone again with Tyler and Tyler would overall agree, although he couldn’t deny that he at least could see the hotness in what they were doing, even if he really had no interest. “Ya sure you really can’t change your schedule for Saturday babe?” Tyler whined, “Ugh I fucking know. I never have to fucking work Saturdays and of course its this one when we have a little something to do! I so want to make every many jealous of us dancing and making out on the dance floor like fiends so they can see what they don’t have!” Brandon commiserated back. “Well you do know,” Tyler began, “they probably will end up finding a guy or two to hook up with, and then they will be off to their place or a motel or something, so I cannot imagine I am going to be there till 2AM or anything…” “Oh babe, “Brandon interjected,” I don’t care at all. You shake your ass out there, get a little tipsy, have fun. Its not a huge deal for you to be there by yourself. I want you to have fun. I just want to have fun with you is all”. “I know, I know. It will be fun, Ill just miss you. Sucks to have fun when you are working. But oh well, Im going to look hot and if anyone tries to hit on me I’ll tell them they are too late!” Tyler laughed as Brandon joined in on the laughter. Saturday rolled around and Brandon went to work on the late shift around 8PM. Tyler arrived looking hot, in his tightest jeans and shirt, and he’d even made sure to lay out on the top of their apartment building to get a really good tan. The club they were going to was pretty tame. Standard fare and a mix of twinks, daddies, and everything in between. No special theme was on that night, just loud music, strobing lights, hot guys, and plenty of alcohol. Tyler kissed bother Aaron and Adam on the cheeks when he arrived, almost immediately swinging his hips to the music. After grabbing a few drinks and chatting at some of the tables, the boys were out on the dance floor, swinging around like they hadn’t a care in the world. Many tracks later, after the crowd had augmented greatly, the club was hot, the sweat was pouring down, the music pulsed in everyone’s bones, Tyler looked over to see Adam in the arms of another twink, tongues down each other’s throats, totally mesmerized with each other. Aaron on the other hand was grinding up against a pretty hot beefy daddy and who had one hand on his neck and the other straight down his pants. Tyler could barely see it but Aaron had a tattoo on his hip, exposed by the mans hand pushing down his pants. Tyler couldn’t read what it said, but he did find hip tattoos attractive and made a mental note to ask at one point. Nonetheless his friends looked to be pretty drunk and pretty in lust with their new boys, and Tyler figured he should grab some water as he was soaked in sweat from the dance floor. As Tyler floated over to the bar he eyed some boys that looked his age at a table not too far from the bar. Twinks of course, sipping on whatever their drink of choice was. However, these were different. As Tyler got closer he did a double take. They couldn’t be THAT good looking. Then he looked again, and was stunned. He turned away but had to look back. He felt embarrassed from the constant head swinging back to look at them and then immediately away in shame. The club was filled with some incredibly hot guys, from twinks to maybe even some pretty senior guys, many that Tyler could absolutely see as porn models if they wanted to be. But again, for the fourth time, he looked over at the time and these boys, they were different. Really different. Still twinks, but….perfect. Perfect. They were all perfect. The entire situation weirded Tyler out. Perfection is nothing something anyone can see in this world, so how could he actually know what perfection was? But yet, everything in him was screaming that those were the most beautiful twinks on the face of the earth. What the fuck was going through his head. Tyler turned away again, staying focused, and asked the bartender for some water. As he turned around to find a table, (and preferably a table on the other side of the bar away from the weird nexus of the universe of perfect boys with unbelievably perfect features), one of the perfect boys stood right in front of him. Right in front of him. The boys lips were only an inch or so from Tyler’s. “Hello,” the stranger said in a fairly monotone and mundane voice. Tyler, in the heat of the moment, after spinning around and having a boy practically in his pants had dropped his water, shattering the glass on the ground, and getting a fair amount of water all of his already extremely tight shirt. As those few seconds of mayhem subsided he looked up at this boy and he saw the eyes. These didn’t even seem to be human eyes. Were they contacts? They looked like animal eyes. Like a cat maybe? Stunning for sure and Tyler had seen they made weird contacts like this, and maybe this boy was just weird, but yet, he felt the eyes were beautiful. Mesmerizing even. He froze again for another few seconds, adding to the absolute awkwardness of the situation. His mouth became dry in and instant, as if he was standing in front of a god. He gradually opened his mouth to say something, yet nothing came out. Again the stranger, in the same voice, mundanely stated “My friends and I would appreciate your company at our table.” My friends and I would appreciate your company at our table? Who the fuck talks like this Tyler said, his temporary focus broken as he tried to wrestle with the tone in the voice and the oddness in the sentence structure but immediately was pulled back into staring into this boys eyes. The boy could have kissed him right there and Tyler would have been unable to stop it. The boy did not kiss him though. “Looks like you spilled some water on yourself,” the stranger plainly said, reaching out and touching Tyler’s shirt at his chest. The stranger didn’t try and grope him, it was simply a gentle touch to determine how soaked Tyler was. The moment the tip of the stranger’s finger touched Tyler he felt these titanic waves of energy convulsing through him. It was like horniness amplified. In his head the music muted itself down to a drone, the lights around everything but this boy dimmed to practically nothing and he continued to feel wave after wave of insane bliss shooting through his body like an earthquake. In reality this all happened in a matter of five seconds or so, but to Tyler it felt like he stood there for an hour basking in the bliss of a simple touch. A text came through from Brandon at that point, which broke the mania going through Tyler’s head and he grabbed his phone, taking his eye off stranger boy for a moment. The text was Brandon saying hi and that he loved him. Tyler texted Brandon back that he loved him too, and missed him, and that everything was going fine. Tyler glanced back over the dance floor to see Adam shirtless being groped and groping the boy he was with, along with a crowd encircling them, and he couldn’t even see Aaron and the daddy anymore. Again he pointed his eyes forward and was mesmerized again. “Please come sit with us. You interest us and we would love to get to know you,” the stranger beckoned. At least this time the boy spoke in normal English. “Yeah, uh, ok I have some time right now, my friends are, um, tied up at the moment anyway,” Tyler replied. He followed the boy back to his table and took a seat amongst the 5 others sitting there. All the boys ranged in hair colors, but their body types were unequivocally perfect twink bodies, from head to toe. Tyler was beginning to realize he wasn’t just seeing things. The craziness of it all was that, yes, they all had the crazy cat eyes. They were all mesmerizing, but the initial stranger boy sat down next to Tyler and placed his arm around his shoulders. “My name is Jax,” he said gently. “Uh Jax,” Tyler stumbled as he started to pull Jax’s hand off his should on impulse, “I have a boyf….” “Oh SHIT Tyler,” a shirtless Adam exclaimed as he strolled past the table with his new boytoy on his arm, “The first time you’re out without Brandon and you’re already looking to cheat on him. Fucking hot yo!” Jax looked up at Adam with a somewhat disgruntled look and pulled his hand off Tyler’s shoulder without any additional help from Tyler. Adam continued to walk away with his boy, even though Tyler reached out trying to stop him. He couldn’t let Adam talk to Brandon and tell him he saw even the slightest hint of cheating. Especially when he was the innocent victim here! Tyler started to jolt out of his seat when his eyes caught Jax and the mesmerizing began again. “So your name is Tyler,” Jax surmised from Adam’s outburst, “and you have a boyfriend. I believe that was what you were trying to say before your friend decided to butt in is that right?” “Yeah that’s right,” Tyler blurted back. Regardless of his focus on Jax, it wasn’t as if he was under a spell. He had some sarcasm to his tone, and irritation as well. “And I didn’t come here to cheat on the best man in the world that’s for sure. So please do not touch me, we have a committed monogamous relationship that’s better than anyone else out there!” Jax nodded, slowly. You could see the wheels were turning in his head. This boy, for not being more than 22 or 23 years old, was acting like some old wise man. It was intriguing, although batshit fucking weird to Tyler. Jax stood up without any explanation and walked a few steps, finding Adam, and then with more energy than he had displayed the last few minutes with Tyler, grabbed Adams arm and marched him back to the table. After setting Adam in front of Tyler, Jax calmly sat down, his composure completely intact. “Adam is it?”, Jax poked, “I believe we have a misunderstanding here. Your friend, Tyler, spilled his drink at the bar. I believe, based on my observations here, that he came here with you yet you deserted him for….that,” Jax pointed to the boytoy on Adam’s arm, “….and then you unfortunately walked by when I was doing something inappropriate to Tyler, not the other way around. My apologies, because Tyler loves his boyfriend, and we as a wonderful group of friends searching for another wonderful friend, respect and cherish his monogamy. It was a simple accident and it shall not happen again. Please understand, this is a misunderstanding.” “Yeah whatever dude,” Adam slurred in his drunken state, “Ya know I know this Tyler well, I knew saying he was cheating on Brandon would just set him off, this boy would never ever EVER cheat on Brandon. Hes fucking gold. Now I gotta go though crazy cat boy, me and this bitch are going to fuck like rabbits.” Adam scurried off and Tyler was now left impressed by how genuinely Jax tried to correct his error. Weird guy? Yes. Decent? Absolutely. He didn’t have to do that. He somehow noticed that Tyler was really upset by Adam’s poking and he made it right. He really made it right. Ok, there may be some new friends here, possibly. Then Tyler’s eyes connected with Jax again and the tractor beam was locked. “We’ve been here for several hours and find this place to be stereotypical and dull,” Jax stated, matter of fact as usual. “There is another club attached to this club that we would prefer to spend time in, and would love for you to join us, only if you want.” “What other club are you talking about?” Tyler questioned. This entire building is just one big gay club, its not in a strip mall or anything else, so what could he be talking about? “Its not a well known or accessible place. Only for people in the know,” Jax responded, calmly of course. “Oh well hey I mean I’m all for people doing their own thing, but I don’t do drugs guys,” Tyler started to get up but it was if Jax’s stare gained intensity and Tyler began to hang on baited breath for the next statement. “We do not do drugs,” Jax stated plainly, very plainly, as if it was absolute verifiable fact. In fact, Tyler had never heard anyone make a statement that was so absolutely believable in his life. Jax continued, “This is simply a much more chill environment away from the trashy pop music where we can possibly get to know you as a friend. Not a lover, just a friend. Not a lover, just a friend. Not a lover, just a friend, repeated in Tylers mind like an echo. He nodded, his mouth didn’t work for whatever reason. His friends had abandoned him for their same ol slutty ways, and he was somehow enthralled with cat boy here and didn’t have any problem proceeding. The boys all got up and proceeded to walk towards the back of the club towards the bathrooms, snaking their way through the crowd, catching looks from everyone there. Once at the bathrooms they took a right down a hallway to a door marked “Basement – Employees Only”. Jax pulled out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. “Oh you’re an employee here?” Tyler asked Jax turned his head around to look at Tyler, locking eyes once again, “Sometimes a little bit of smoke and mirros is necessary to prevent the world from destroying a thing that you love.” He turned back around, proceeded to open the doors, which led to a very deep spiraling metal staircase. Every step down was loud and clanking from every one of their steps. The light at the top of the deep column going into the ground was a normal yellowy light but towards the bottom of the stairs the lights were a deep red. At the bottom of the circular stairs there was a single, steel riveted door. Hardly contrasted letters to the dark metal barely stated a word on the door, assuming it to be the word of the club. With the red light, and the other boys’ heads in the way it was hard to read. Tyler couldn’t make out what it said. Again, Jax produced another key from his pocket, this one looked like an old Victorian key, inserted it into the key hold, and with a large creak of unoiled hinges the big heavy door pulled open. Jax held the door as he ushered the boys inside. Tyler felt uncomfortable at this point. This felt like a dungeon, but he could hear the thumps of music playing from in the door, and some chatting take place down a long smoky hallway laying on the other side of the gateway, and his eyes caught Jax’s again which somehow communicated to him to proceed, and against his inner judgment, he took the steps through the door and followed the boys down the hallway. As Tyler got far enough from the entrance, Jax motioned to two figures who were cowering, quiet as can be, under the stairs. Adam and his boy crawled out from shadows. “Your performance was acceptable,” Jax said dryly. “Well thanks so you going to pay us now?” Adam snapped back, drunk, horny, and caressing his boy. Jax nodded slowly, as if in deep contemplation. “I believe I told you a thousand that is correct?” Adam, chomping at the bit and almost salivating jumped, “Yeah man that’s what you said, I’m glad to do it. But what about this beautiful boy here too? He had to walk with me to play your little game, I think he should get a thousand as well.” Jax looked irritated, but produced the cash right then. A thousand for both of the boys, in incredibly crisp bills. “Aw man, thanks this is great. Now you don’t be too harsh on Tyler or nothing, hes a good guy, better than Aaron and I,” Adam laughed, holding himself up against his new boy, who was snickering as well. “Now this is what is going to happen,” Jax began, as he quickly turned around to eye Tylers tiny ass getting further down the hallway. “You and your boy….” Adam interrupted, “are going to go fuck like crazy right now…” Jax grabbed Adam, his pulled ripping Adam from his boy, his hands caressing and groping Adam, his mouth connected with Adam’s, and Adam felt the shockwaves. Massive lustful waves of pure pleasure pulsed through him like craxzy. How Jax touched him was unlike he’d ever felt, how he kissed him was nothing like Aaron, how he smelled, how mysterious he was, everything came bubbling up in Adam and it felt like bliss. Adam’s boy stared in amazement, grabbing his own dick and touching himself, until Jax pushed Adam off him and stared into his eyes. “I am done with you at this time. Now you listen to me and execute my orders. You will walk to the top of these stairs and out the front door. You will not look for you boyfriend. When you leave the club, and you will do it immediately after I give these instructions, you will see a black Lincoln Town Car out front. Open the back door and get in it. It will take you home. Tell the driver your address once you get in the car. You will not touch each other in the car. You will put your shirt back on. Once you arrive at home, you will lead this boy into the bed that you share with your lover. I know you two have an open relationship. Open relationships are built on trust and honesty. This is neither of those things. You will then strip and throw that boy on the bed. Put out as many pictures of you and your lover surrounding the bed as possible. You will defile that bedroom and your bed with this boy. Boy, you will enter Adam raw, as many times as you want, but no less than five, and flood him with your DNA. Adam you will take him no questions asked. You will beg for more. You will stare at the pictures of you and your lover and realize how much better this boy is, how much better it feels in your bed, and how much bliss it is not to tell your man. Give in to the destruction of your petty relationship and give your ass bareback to this boy, like you know you want to. Your man will not be home until the morning, I’ve made those arrangements. By the morning you will be confused, questioning, and begging for this boy to meet you again to cheat on your man. And you will do it. I won’t even order that much, you just will. This will be gratifying to me.” With that, Jax, knowing that time was short to catch up with Tyler and the crew, caressed Adams hand for a moment, pulling Aaron’s promise ring off his finger in one quick motion. Adam immediately looked stunned and was about to speak. “Not a word from you Adam,” Jax said forcefully, “you will not need this anymore.” Jax placed the ring in his pocket and turned away from a stunned Adam and his boy. As they watched the creaky metal door close in front of them, they saw the words of the club, the words that Tyler couldn’t see. HEDON
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Brad is totally my type: tall, lean, and having a basketball player's build, has reddish-brown hair and the most sexy light brown eyes. He's 6' 6", 190 pounds and 26 years old. He is simply one of the sexiest guys I've ever known, he has a gorgeous eight inch cock and a great set of balls. I was very happy with him, and had been with him for six months when he found out that he was poz. I was negative, and during those six months when we had sex, Brad had never cum in me ... although I asked for him to. I thought it was quirky at first that he wouldn't shoot inside me, but just let it go, although I knew ex had done IV drugs and they had plenty of bareback sex.) When he told me he was poz, he said he would understand if I broke it off with him, feeling I deserved a less-challenging relationship. I wouldn't hear of it. Three months later we moved in together into a West Hollywood apartment and had sex all the time - always bareback. Brad's doctor suggested he attend a gay men's poz support group where he could talk about being poz with guys who could understand. That's where he met Justin, who was also in a poz-neg relationship. Justin and I are surprisingly similar in build, 6 foot tall, 185 pounds, 28 years old and light brown hair. They both had the same HIV doctor and had met once before in the doctor's office, although just in passing. Since the beach is a long drive, Brad and I regularly went to a bathhouse, North Hollywood Spa that has an outdoor sun deck. We'd lay out to get some sun and then go inside to have some fun, always together. It worked for us in our new relationship, so why not? Being around other hot naked guys just got us even more horny for each other. Shortly after Brad joined the poz support group, we ran into Justin on Santa Monica Blvd, and he told me he thought it was cool that I was OK with Brad being poz ... and that his neg partner wouldn't touch him at all because of it. I said "You're a hottie! I can't imagine any man not wanting to be naked with you!" OK, so sometimes my 'edit mode' doesn't work well, and I guess the cat was out of the bag. Justin was hot and now he and Brad knew I thought as much. Justin wanted to know how Brad fucked my neg ass without him pozzing me, so Brad explained he would pull out of my ass right when he was starting to cum and then shoot on my abs. That way we were able to avoid condoms and also avoid having me seroconvert. Then Brad apparently had a brain storm 'cause he said "Rob and I are going to lay out naked at the tubs on Saturday," adding "would you like to join us?" Justin was up for it as his boyfriend was out of town for work, so we arranged for Justin to meet at our place and then we'd head out together. Justin had never been to a bathhouse before, so we got him checked in and inside. I got a big room for us to throw our stuff into, with the thought we'd strip down and then head to the sun deck. That's when Brad and I first saw Justin's cock. Holy Fuck, it was huge and he was sporting a Prince Albert. His nipples were also pierced, which I also found hot. I definitely wanted his cock in a big way. While I knew the poz support group’s rules said Brad and Justin were not supposed to play around with each other, I had the distinct feeling that rule would be broken before we went home that day. Brad and I chose to lay naked, and Justin wore a Speedo as he wanted a tan line. Brad and Justin lay next to each other, and my lounge chair was in front of their's, which, as long as I was on my stomach, made it really convenient for me to stare at Justin's basket. The Speedo barely contained his pierced poz cock. I wanted it. So did Brad. I had a spritz bottle, so after a little bit, I misted water on me to cool off. I then to be a dickhead, adjusted the stream to a jet and squirted Brad directly in the balls. That got his attention! His cock started getting hard, so I continued doing it. Justin laughed at what I was doing, so I squirted his Speedo as well, then worked the stream up to his nips. My cock was hard. Brad's cock was hard, and Justin's cock was filling out his Speedo even more. "Let's take a break inside and cool off," I suggested, wanting to be naked with these two studs. The three of us showered off downstairs and then headed to the room, "Just for a couple minutes." But no sooner had the door behind us, than we lost our towels, and we were three guys in heat, making out and feeling each other up, our cocks drooling precum like crazy. We were horny and needed to get off. In no time, the three of us were on the bed and ravaging each other. I was on my back with Brad sucking my cock, while Justin sucked Brad's cock. It wasn't too long before it was time to switch-up. "I gotta get a taste of my first pierced cock," Brad said. I said "Don't get him off, because I want some too." Justin wasn't used to three-ways, and this was his first since he converted to being poz, and he certainly wasn't used to a neg guy being so hot for his poz cock. Brad switched places and laid on his back and Justin crawled up to straddle Brad and fed him his cock. This was a great opportunity for me to get Brad's cock up my hole and to feel up Justin while he got his cock sucked by Brad. Justin blocked Brad's view, so Brad was surprised when I lubed up his bare cock and lowered myself onto him. I moaned at how hot Brad's cock felt up my ass ... and what a hot view I had of Justin's butt and hot body. He turned around to see what I was up to behind him, and was surprised I was taking Brad's cock right there. It was erotic as hell to watch Brad suck on another poz cock, and I certainly enjoyed having his cock up my ass. Unfortunately, Brad's gag reflex had a problem with the ring in Justin's cock, so he had to back off it and just suck on the tip. Seeing what was going on, I said, "Let's switch positions ... I'll be able to take his big dick with no problem." Brad and Justin just looked at me and laughed as Brad remarked "My boyfriend the slut! Give the man what he wants." Justin took Brad's place on his back, I bent over to suck Justin's cock and Brad fucked me doggy style. Everyone was happy until Brad pulled out saying, "I'm getting too close. I don't want to cum yet." Justin said, "Yeah, I want to have a turn with Rob too." I moved off his cock and stood next to Justin who then reached over to my loose lubed butt and gave it a grab. I turned a little to give him easier access to my hole and he slid a finger up inside me. Brad and Justin got a little quiet and for a couple moments Brad and Justin looked at each other's eyes, and gave each other a slight nod. Brad said, "Yeah, Justin ... it's Rob's turn." Brad slid back on the bed to give us some space and watched while Justin worked my already-lubed hole with one finger, and then two fingers, and as he did so, Justin turned to Brad saying "Rob's ass feels amazing. No wonder you told me you love fucking him." Brad said, "Go ahead and give him a couple more fingers, he loosens right up." At that point I was bent over the bed just enjoying the amazing treatment Justin was giving my asshole. I was totally relaxed having him do what he wanted and Brad was playing with his cock watching Justin. Justin slid his four fingers out of my ass and slid his pierced poz cock inside me. Wow, he felt great. I love my boyfriend's eight inch cock but Justin's seven inch, fat cock was a whole different kind of great. "Yeah, fuck me," I urged Justin. Brad meanwhile was jacking his cock, taking in the scene, his cock rock hard. Clearly he was totally into watching me be get plowed by his poz friend. Justin bent over and whispered in my ear, "You get off on my hot poz cock, don't you?" Brad didn't notice Justin's question, but it had me rock hard. I didn't say anything at first, so Justin asked more loudly "You want that, huh?" Brad looked up at both of us and smiled when I answered "Yeah, fuck me ... give it to me! But first let me change positions!" We all started laughing and they both made room for me to get on my back with my legs in the air. Justin said, "Let me take a couple minutes ... Brad, you get back inside him." Justin pulled out of me and noticed a little redness on his cock. He realized his Prince Albert piercing was rubbing my asshole raw from the friction. We looked at each other and he was about to say something about it. I gazed into his eyes and slowly shook my head and whispered, "Don't say anything." Once his cock was inside me, Brad said, "Oh yeah, Rob has such a hot hole. God I love fucking his ass." "Yeah, I want this ... fuck me, Brad," I urged. As Brad fucked me, Justin kissed me, quietly saying "Rob, I'm going to help you get what you want." Brad looked at Justin saying "We're probably okay fucking him, since we're both undetectable." A strange look crossed Justin's face, which led Brad to ask "What's that look for?" In a slightly dull tone Justin answered "My doctor didn't like my blood panels, so he took me off my HIV meds two weeks ago. I thought I told you." Justin continued, "But don't worry about me. Fuck Rob's hot hole and shoot inside him!" There wasn't much room behind Brad and the wall, and Justin had a plan. He got off the bed and stood next to Brad, lightly tweaking his nipples. That drove Brad crazy and filled him with lust. Justin then moved behind Brad as he was fucking me and tweaked his nipples. Brad muttered "Oh, fuck, I'm getting close!" I grabbed Brad’s hips to pull his cock into my ass, and Justin lodged himself against the wall so that Brad couldn’t back away as Brad yelled, "Shit! I'm cumming ... fuck, I'm shooting." I was also shooting, but unlike Brad's load, my cum load blew all over my chest. It was likely the biggest load I've ever had. Fuck that was hot. After all this time with Brad, I finally got him to cum inside me - and I wanted it really bad. Poz cum just made it hotter. Brad's cum had nowhere to go, but inside my ravaged hole. And he was freaking out softly saying, almost to himself, "Oh my god, I came in you! Fuck! I don't want to poz you." "Hang on, honey, it'll be okay. A lot of guys don't get pozzed the first time they're bred! Come here...." Brad's cock was still in my hole and I pulled him towards me and kissed him many times, murmuring "Don't worry." He moved off me and laid down on the bed and Justin was there with a slight smirk. We both knew what he did for me, and I was grateful. "Can I get a hand here?" Justin asked. In the excitement, Brad and I hadn't helped Justin get off, and his cock needed to blow a load. "Yeah, I think I can help you out," I replied, turning to Brad and asking "Okay with you? I think it's Justin's turn." Brad looked at both of us and slowly nodded yes. I pulled Justin down to make out with him, and I could feel his poz cock grazing my thighs and balls. I reached down and aimed his cock inside my hole, easing his pierced poz cock inside me, my boyfriend's poz load the only lube. I announced with genuine excitement "Fuck, this is amazingly hot." Justin grinned as he slid in and out of my wrecked hole and asked "You really like this. Fuck, man, I never thought I'd ever get inside your hole." "Hell, yeah, man, this is amazing." In a slightly louder tone Justin asked "You want me to cum in you?" Mischievously I replied "Ask Brad if you can." Justin replied in a voice loud enough for the guys in the adjoining rooms could hear "It's not Brad's hole I'm breeding. Do you want my poz cum?" There was only one possible reply for me: "Fuck yeah, dude. Shoot your hot poz load into my ass!” Just then every muscle in Justin's body tensed up as a prelude to his hot load. He pounded my hole even harder, as if to force his virus into my body. Justin yelled, "You're such a cum slut, take my poz load." I could feel his cock unloading in my guts. The spasms triggered another orgasm for me. I was in heaven, as was Justin who collapsed on top of me, with his cock still lodged inside my hole. We hugged and kissed. Brad looked a little shell-shocked at what just took place. We all stretched out on the bed and wrapped our arms around each other just to hold on. I wasn't sure what was going through Brad's head, so when everyone caught their breath, I said, "That was amazing. I've wanted that for a long time. Thank you." Brad looked at me with a puzzled look. He said, "I had no idea ... you never talked to me about it or asked me for it." I asked, "Would you have bred me if I asked you to?" Just then, I felt Brad's cock start to get hard against my thigh. Brad said, "Justin and I hoped you would be okay with us just fucking you, but now, you'll have a lot more of our cum from now on." The three of us smiled, relieved about how the afternoon turned out. Brad got off the bed, his big poz hard on, pointing in my direction. I got up on all fours, and pointed my ass in his direction and my mouth on Justin's cock. Justin's cock was slightly funky, but I didn't care. It was my turn, and I got what I wanted.- 62 replies
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Hey guys - here's a new story, but it is based on and a continuation of the story "Best Brothers." You don't need to have read Best Brothers to start this one, but it's a great flow! Here's the link to Best Brothers: This story is with special thanks to @BBSwimmerBoy for being such a hot, slutty, sleazy skank and dream brother. One of the main characters is based on you, bro! Enjoy guys! A YOUNG LUST OR FIRST LOVE? Braden wrapped his hand around his hard, throbbing eight-and-a-half inch cut cock, stroking steadily as he closed his eyes and thought back to last weekend. His dick stirred every time he let his mind wander back to being at that club with his brother. How freeing it was to share that night with him, even if he didn’t share all the events of the night. Finally letting his brother see his true self as he was eagerly fucked over and over – all of them using him and needing to cum inside him. Braden never forgetting the smile he saw on his brother’s face when he took the first load of the night. Braden hadn’t had sex in the four days since that beautiful night out. Remembering back to Jonny and Marc. Then remembering when he found his older brother, Ryan, in that dark corner of the bar, both of them in their jock and harness with asses dripping cum. When Ryan slid inside him and fucked his final load of the night into his little brother, it was almost as if… Braden’s dick throbbed, his balls tightened, his mouth opened as he let out a soft moan and his cock exploded. Cum shot all over his smooth teen abs, chest and face. KNOCK ON THE DOOR “Sweetie, you ready to go? You don’t want to miss your flight!” “Yeah mom, I’ll be right out!” Braden stood up, going his bathroom to clean up. He put on a pair of baby blue and pink Pump briefs, tight jeans and a tailored, tight-fitting T-shirt. Washed a bit of cum from his shaggy brown hair and quickly styled it. Grabbed his bags and went down-stairs to meet his mother. As they got into his mom’s Range Rover, Braden thanked her for taking him to the airport since his brother Ryan had to go on a last-minute work trip. Everyone thought Braden was a perfect kid. Eighteen-years old and heading off to UCLA in the fall, he was a preppy, polite swimmer jock with a 4.0 GPA going to college in LA on a scholarship that he didn’t need. He’s been out to everyone since he was 15 and made his parents proud – they constantly bragged about him to all their liberal, elite friends in the Bay area. They did the same with their eldest gay son, Ryan. Both of them were popular, but not interested in the high school drama, having just as many nerd friends as those who were jocks. Ryan played soccer and Braden swam. Braden swam a lot and his lean muscled build and deep blue eyes made it easy for him to have sex. He always knew he was gay, but not being feminine meant the girls still wanted him, a lot. He was always polite when letting them down. Braden’s extreme sex drive was genetically inherited, just like that of his brother. He jerked off every morning, occasionally at school during lunch, and could spend hours edging at night. If he hooked up, it would amp him up, making him even hornier. Even if he came, which wasn’t always the case, he would usually jack off again a couple hours later. Braden kissed his mother goodbye at the airport and caught his flight to Chicago. It was the end of June and he was taking a special trip for a pre-collegiate swim meet. It would be two days of competition for swimmers and divers from colleges all around the country, a handful of Ivy Leagues, some of the Big Ten and Braden easily qualified to go. Northwestern University was hosting. Braden was excited to compete and get to know a couple other incoming freshmen, but what he was really excited about was that after the competition was over on Friday afternoon, it would be Pride in Chicago. He figured everyone would head home that Saturday, but Braden booked a hotel in Boys Town for Saturday and Sunday night. He had met his roommate for the stay Wednesday through Friday night, and he was OK but decidedly straight and a drip. Very little chance Braden would get the room to himself and even less of a chance that his roomie for the trip would go out to the party that Friday night. Apparently, it was traditional for one of the fraternities to host a party the night after the competition finished. Drunken frat boys and incoming freshmen figuring out how they would fit into the college jock tribe. Braden was somewhat excited to go, but what he really couldn’t wait for was Saturday when he could ditch his teammates and explore Boystown. He’d heard it gets pretty wild, especially at the Steamworks bathhouse! The pool was packed. A co-ed event of swimmers and divers made the pool and the two locker rooms very crowded. And it was a hot summer week, so everyone would wear their suits under gym shorts and walk back to the dorms wet, many of them shirtless. Everyone was fit, cocky, and rowdy. Braden’s gaydar was not very well refined, although it was going off quite a bit, along with Grindr and Sniffies. In person, though, he just wasn’t yet confident in mixed settings. He had plenty of sexual experience, with teammates from high school and online hook ups, but he was not versed in navigating new jocks he didn’t know. One guy really caught his eye A. blond-haired, blue-eyed, smooth, high energy and popular swimmer. His name was Nic and he swam the butterfly like a Greek god. Standing about 6 feet tall, the same height as Braden, he had a smile that arrested everyone, and made Braden feel nervous and insecure for the first time in a long time. ***FROM BRADEN*** I grab one of the open showers for a quick rinse. The water cascading over my smooth body and tight fitting speedo combined with the endless sea of horny wet guys in speedos made my dick start to stir. Fuck, I don’t want to bone up here, not really. Every showerhead was running hot water and it was intensely steamy. This locker room had to be designed for maybe a quarter of the guys who were in here right now. I grab my towel and walk over to the sink to dry off. When I pull the towel off my head and open my eyes, there was Nic standing right next to me, drying himself. We both smile at each other. Nic – Fucking crowded in here, isn’t it! Me – I know. It’s crazy. But I can’t complain. Nic – Haha, neither can I. Fuck, is he checking me out. I run my eyes up and down his body. I’m at a loss for words. Nic – You swam really well today. Me – Thanks man, you too. Your fly is pretty fuckin’ incredible. OK, now he’s totally checking me out hard. And he is so hot. Our eyes keep darting back and forth from each other’s bulges and abs to our faces. I adjust my suit a little, just enough to move my semi-hard cock around. Nic gives me a smirk – subtle, but I got it. Nic – Thanks man. Yeah, it is one of my favorite strokes. Me – Yah, gives you killer abs, too. We both laugh a little. He turns to me and sticks his hand out. Nic – My name’s Nic. Me – Hey… I’m Braden. Um…where do you live? We shake hands for a little too long before we let them go. I turn and press my ass to the sink counter and watch Nic finish drying off. Nic – New York. Manhattan. But I’m going to school this fall in Boston. You? Me – Oh cool man. I’m from San Fran, but I’m going to UCLA this fall. Nic grabs his t-shirt and puts it on, although he’s not quite dry. Nic – Oh that’s awesome Man. LA is so much fun. I wish I was going somewhere warm like that. Me – Ah, ha, yeah. Well you can always transfer. What a stupid thing to say. Braden, pull yourself together, I think. Nic laughs just a little, endearingly. Nic – Yeah, maybe. Ya never know. Hey, are you going to the party tonight? I nod as Nic pulls on his running shorts and grabs his stuff. Me – Yeah, I was planning on it. Are you? Nic – Sweet. I’ll see you there. Should be fun. Me – Yeah, cool. I’ll be there. Nic – Cute speedo, Braden. See you tonight. I blush, turning red as I watch Nic walks away. Fuck he is so damn hot. I wanted to grab his dick so bad, right here. I swear, if he wanted to fuck me in front of everyone in this locker room right now, I would gladly take his cock and beg him for it. I grab my shorts and slip them on, grab my shirt and phone and head to the pool deck to find my roommate. As I wait for him, I open Sniffies on my phone. Now that the meet is over, I NEED to get fucked. God I hope one of these guys doesn’t flake. I think back to Nic for a second; I bet he’s on here. Maybe I can find him. Good thing I don’t have too much on my profile. I have a few messages, all just “hi” or “hey.” I shoot back a “looking?” and message a few guys. One twink with a very limited profile and a pic in a speedo really looked like Nic. Might be him. Not much in his profile, though, just a hot pic and a line, “18-year old swimmer looking for fun.” I get distracted by a message from a guy that I hit up yesterday. He’s 31, 6’ 4”, 170 pounds, gay, top. Top – Damn you look hot. If you can get over here soon, we can fuck before I go out tonight. I need to unload so I don’t lose my mind at the club. I look at his location. Nice, he’s not too far. His cock looks amazing. Me – Yeah man, let’s do it. I can be there in an hour. Cool? My roomie, Chris, walks over. He’s such a bore. Good thing he’s nice to look at. We walk back to the dorm. A few of the other guys are getting ready for dinner and Chris is going. I begged off so I could get away for a few hours before the party. Plus I did not want to get ready with Chris around. They head out and I jump in the shower. By the time I’m done, they had gone. I put on a spray of cologne. Grab my red PUMP jockstrap. Tight, low-rise skinny jeans, belt, and a white textured shirt, tight and short cut, going barely going down to my belt. Uber ordered. Grab my bottle of poppers and head out. It’s about a 20-minute ride. Me – I’m on my way. Be there in 20. Top – good. Top – a friend of mine came over early. So he’s here but he’s cool and can leave us alone. Me – oh kinky! The uber stops and I get out at a decent looking apartment building. Door buzzes and I head up. Knock on the door. Top opens and I step in. He’s shirtless in jean shorts. From his body, I figure it’s the same guy but can never be sure, really. Top – Hey man, come in. I’m Tony. That’s Brandon. I look over at a beautiful black man, probably the same age. Built, chillin’ with a beer and a joint. Me – Hey guys. I’m Braden. Top just kinda leans in and kisses me. I respond, pressing into him and kissing back. I run my hand down his abs and grab at his dick through his shorts. He lifts my shirt up and breaks our kiss. I help him out, pulling my shirt up. Top – Fuck yeah, you are a hot little slut aren’t you! Me – Thanks man. You’re hot as hell. You both are. He tosses my shirt on the table. I undo my jeans and open them, sliding them down so I’m only wearing my jock. I grab Top’s dick again, pushing his shorts down and fishing his cock out of his briefs. I drop right to my knees and wrap my lips around his growing cock. Nice big cut fat meat. Brandon stands up and walks over to Top. Brandon – Hey man, we don’t got a lot of time. The others are gonna be here in less than an hour and you still gotta get ready. I bob up n down on this beautiful cock, tasting precum now. I look up at them, listening… Top – well then we better not waste time. He steps away, his cock popping out of my mouth. I stand up and follow him. He bends me over the couch and spreads my ass cheeks. He pushes his mouth and tongue right in, eating out my smooth ass. I moan out, groaning as he works my hole, pushing in and opening me up. I look over at Brandon and smile at him. Nodding. Brandon drops his shorts and pulls out his big black cock, stroking it hard. I open my mouth as he slaps it across my face. I moan and open again. His dick goes right in, pushing down my throat. It tastes so fucking good! I work my tongue along his cock and relax my throat as he pushes in and tries to gag me. I hear Top behind me. Top – Yeah you little slut. Suck that dick. You love cock, don’t ya fag! I just moan, nodding as I sucked off Brandon. I can hear Top fussing around. Then I feel his lubed up fingers press into my ass. Fuck yessss… ‘I hope he wasn’t fussing around with a condom,’ I think to myself. Then I feel his cock press on my hole. I relax, opening my ass to him. Fuck yessss I need this so bad! As his cock pushes into me balls deep, I moan out. Brandon stands up and goes into the kitchen. Me – Ohhh fuck yes, fuck my ass please! Your cock feels amazing. God yes, I’ve needed this so badly! I reach back and feel his bare cock going in and out of me. Top – Yeah Braden, you fuckin slut. You like having my bare cock in you? Me – Fuck yeah, mmmm I love your raw dick fucking my hole so much! I grab the pillow and brace myself as he fucks in and out of me harder. I hear Brandon in the kitchen talking to someone, but I can’t make it out. Top keeps sliding his cock in and out of me. His hands on my hips, slamming hard into me with every thrust. I look up as two new guys walk in and watch. They are chatting and drinking while Top fucks me. I moan so loud as he speeds up. Top – Hell yeah you fucking slut, oh fuck you’re getting me close. God I want to cum in you. You want it bitch? Me – Oh fuck yeah, cum in my ass man. Go ahead. Breed me! Top – Are you sure man? Me – Oh fuck yah, do it. I fuckin’ love it. Brandon – Fuck that’s good, cause I think a few of us will want to have a go at you. Top stiffens, pumping into me, then holds and moans out. His cock spewing cum into me. Me – Ohhhh fuck yeah, breed me man. Let me get all of you ready for your night out. I’ll milk the loads from all of you. Top pulls out and brings his cock around to my face. I quickly and eagerly take his slimy dick into my mouth to suck him clean, moaning as Brandon presses his cock into my hole. I groan out with pleasure as he grabs my hips and starts to speed up quickly, going in hard on my ass. My god it feels so fucking good! A new guy comes over, already stroking his cock as he talks with the other guy. Brandon feels incredible as he speeds up and slaps my ass. I keep sucking on Top. Brandon grabs my hair, jerking my head back. He yells at me, Brandon – Fuck yeah faggot, take my load you fucking slut! Me – Fuck yeah, I moan as he spits in my face and slams into me, unloading balls deep into my hole. While I’m sucking Brandon clean, one of the other guys gets behind me and pushes his cock in. He fucks me, rather plainly and then cums in me. Not immediately, but after a good bit of fucking. Then the fourth guy gets in. He takes his time, long-dicking my ass. I lose track of time taking the last load. We go at it for a while, in a couple positions. He gets off in me while I ride him. Milking his dick, he thrusts up into me and shoots deep inside. The feeling is perfection. There are a few other people in the apartment by now. A couple were girls. Top comes over and asks if I want to hang out with them for the night. Tempting, but I tell him I have another party to go to. As I slid off the guy I was just riding, I take a minute to gather my composure. Top disappears, but Brandon showed me to the bathroom. I clean up as best I can, but I have four loads in me. Fuck. I hope they don’t leak out. I pull my jeans on and wash my face. I go out and Brandon shows me to the door. It’s 10:15, so much later than I thought. I call an Uber to go right to the party. I kinda figured I would probably wind up wearing this to the party. Oh well.
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Hey guys, just wondering if there were any folk on here from the North west, or if I was very lucky Merseyside? Be great to hear from you ;-)
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I live alone in East London near Dagenham East tube station on District line and my postcode is RM10 8GG Looking for any tops who can visit me. Also I like sucking a cheesy cock and cleaning it in my mouth if anyone fancy it
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Jack was bored with life. He was an adult but he was still living with his parents. He had a good job at the local hospital and could afford his own place but, his parents were guilting him to stay. They were taking most of his pay for rent and utilities, mostly because they did not want to spend their money anymore. They also had child protection on all the computers in the house, even Jack's. It was done through the WiFi some how, like the one where he worked. He worked overtime as much as possible because he had nothing else to do. He wanted to go out and meet people. He wasnted to get laid. He was 20 and still a virgin. You see there were lots of women around. Jack was pansexual but liked guys best. He wanted to meet guys to fuck around with. He wanted his first to be a guy. His community no one was openly gay, bi or pan and no one talked about the subject. He told his parents and they just said it was youthful rebellion. Jack was in great shape, played a lot of sports in school and used to take MMA lessons until he graduated from Trade School and had to work full time. His parents thought that no one who did all that could be into men. They were not even religious or anything. They just were stupid. They spoiled his younger brother and sister, twins, and they became brats. They were 18 and still not adults. Jack decided to just go to bed after work tonight. He ate dinner at the hospital canteen took a shower and went to bed. He was not ready for sleep just yet though. He had a hidden compartment in his bed where he kept something he had fond a while ago. Someone had dropped it or tried to get rid of it and Jack found it. It was a porno collection but not a normal one. It was a collection of stories and pictures downloaded from the internet and printed out. It was all about men getting "pozzed." Jack had read every story so many times he had them memorized. He knew every detail of the pictures. He knew about the tattoos of scorpions and biohazard symbols. He knew some of the stories were fictions but, a couple were true accounts. Those were favorites of his. Jack read those tonight. He was reading them more and more recently. His desire for him to be the one getting pozzed was getting stronger. He knew that he wanted this more than anything. He thought it would never happen though. He resigned himself to the fantasy. He stroked his hard dick until he csme into his blankets. He went to sleep with the feeling of his cum rubbing against his leg. He liked how it felt. He thought this would be his only source of happiness for a while. Little did he know that fates were working to change things for him. Part 2 coming soon
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Been meaning to write this story a long time ago. Hope y'all enjoy it, I might continue it ~~~~~~ With the recent rains the night air was cool and refreshing as I walked along the wet sand path in the middle of the night in the dark desert. With only the nearly full moon above with the occasional obscuring cloud and the little blacklight flashlight for spotting scorpions to give me light it might be unnerving to other people but I loved the desert at night. Especially now with the rains the night seemed truly alive with animal and insect noises abundant. Thankfully the wildlife kept to themselves with no glowing scorpions appearing in my path. This patch of desert was about fifteen minutes out of town in a hiking park and not the first time I'd come this far at night. I knew I wasn't alone from how many cars I'd seen at the parking lot at the head of the trail and by the footprints in the wet sand I was following. I could feel my cock start to throb and swell in the basketball shorts I wore with nothing underneath as I thought about the fun I had the last time I had been here late at night. Suddenly I could hear voices ahead of me and I could feel my dick twitch with excitement. With the moon out for the moment I spotted a group of shadows moving under a cluster of mesquite trees around some low boulders. Getting closer I suddenly heard a gasping moan and the slap of flesh against flesh and I knew I had found what I was looking for. Stepping up I clicked off the flashlight and into the darkness of the trees. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the shadows but the sight was enough to make me glad I'd taken the time to come all the way out here. A small group of men were crowded around a wide, low boulder with several bent over it or laying on it with men either behind them or between their legs thrusting away. I could hear the moans of the bottoms and the grunting of the men fucking them and I couldn't wait to join them as my shorts tented fully in front of me by the time I joined them. A few of the guys gathered nodded at my approach and moved aside to make room for me to get a better look. I watched for a few minutes as another somewhat chubby guy was bent over the boulder with is wide ass being pounded by a fat dick as my eyes got further adjusted to the darkness. My cock was tenting my shorts and starting to leak so I tugged the hem down beneath my balls and started to stroke myself as I looked around at the group. No one was talking beyond grunting and moaning out small words of excitement as they fucked in the darkness of the desert. I was wondering what to do next when I felt a hand brush across my chubby ass before reaching over to give my cock a few strokes then back to give a cheek a squeeze. Looking I couldn't really tell what the man looked like but reaching out I felt a somewhat thin but long cock that leaked across my fingers as I started to stroke it in return. Feeling him groping my ass I knew what he wanted and it just happened to be exactly what I wanted too. Moving over to a free spot on the boulder next to the other man I bent over against the cool stone and pushed my shorts down around my knees. The man was right there behind me, his hands groping and kneading my ass and I soon felt the leaking tip of his cock sliding up and down my hole. He grunts in happiness as his dick catches my already lubed hole, my ass prepared from the plug I had worn on my ride out here. We both groan out into the night air as he presses in, my hole loosening enough to let his wide head slip inside as well as a few inches. I reached under me and started to slowly squeeze and stroke my cock as the nameless man fucked his pole deeper into my hole until his hips were eventually bouncing off my cheeks. His grunts were music to my ears as I moaned in reply like a good bottom, squeezing around the cock as it rakes against my prostate making me drip with each throb of my own dick. "Yeah, fuck that faggot good" I heard a voice to my side and realize it came from a man standing close stroking his prick watching me get fucked. My current fucker took the encouragement and started to speed up the pace, his hips starting to clap against my ass with increasing tempo while groaning out as I clenched down around him. His fingers gripped my hips, pulling me back into his thrusts with his eagerness. As I was getting fucked harder and loving every moment of it I heard a gasping moan and looked to my fellow bottom and saw his fucker hilt himself fully into him, the tops ass clenching visibly as he must've been pumping a load into the lucky man. The man fucking me seemed to slow down a moment to watch as the pair grind against each other for a few second before the top slides his cock out of the sloppy hole. There was hardly any time for the bottom to rest before another man takes the tops hole and slides in without any resistance, the bottom gasping out a low "Fuck yeah," as he was filled again as his top starts to fuck him hard right from the bat using the previous mans cum as extra lube. My attention on the others was broken as my fucker suddenly picked up the pace again making me yep with surprise then groan with enjoyment as he pounded my hole. His fingers dug into my hips suddenly and I felt his motions get shaky before he suddenly fell on top of me and hilted himself pinning me against the boulder. I could feel his cock swell before a warmth began to fill me, my voice moaning out as I feel this stranger dump his load into me while growling out in my ear, telling me to take his load. He didn't wait long before he pushed himself up and slowly pulled his softening prick free from my asshole with a pop. Panting softly I barely lifted my head to look back in time to see the man that had been stroking his cock watching me get fucked step up behind me and put his hand on my back. Pushing me down again he slaps his cock against my hole, suddenly realizing it was much larger than it had looked in the darkness. "Oh fuck, fuck me please," I moaned out as my cockhungry side really started to take hold. I had just taken some strangers load in my ass in the middle of the desert at night, completely forgetting the condoms I had in my pocket but once again I couldn't help myself and allowed him to fuck me. And now I was lifting my chubby ass towards another faceless man like some wanton whore while looking over my shoulder. It was by chance that the clouds shifted away from the moon as I felt him start working his fat, uncut head into my already stretched and dripping hole. Already used to the darkness the bit of light that shone through the branches was enough for me to see some of the man's torso. At first the shadows hid it but then as I felt his hips press against my ass, his fingers pulling my cheeks apart in order to hilt his fat dick in my hungry hole, did I finally see it. Across his pec was the unmistakable shape of a tattoo of a scorpion within in a bright red biohazard symbol. My asshole clenches around the cock I now realized was toxic and dripping it's own venom into my unprotected insides. He groans as he flexes his cock inside me, drawing out a moan from me as he started to pull out then slide back in with long, deep strokes that make my own dick throb and drip with excitement as this toxic stranger started to fuck me harder and faster. Glancing around the increased moonlight let me see that several of the other tops fucking their own moaning cumdumps had their own tattoos proudly displaying their POZ status. I had not come here seeking poz loads but as that heavenly toxic cock plowed my eager hole I knew I wasn't leaving without more. I'd always been told to watch out for scorpions in the desert but I had never stopped to consider this kind!
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Chapter I. My boy and I had fooled around with other guys, sometimes together, sometimes separately. I totally got off watching our buddies fuck him bareback and fill him with cum. Nothing was more fun that sliding into his loosened ass and using our buddies’ seed as lube! I’m mostly a top, but it was equally as fun letting our friends cum in me and having my boy top me when my hole was good and sloppy. All of that changed after we had an STD scare a few months ago. We had invited Danny and his boyfriend Sam over to our place. They are both versatile, so we knew we’d all end up getting to fuck and get fucked as much as we wanted to. My boy took both of their loads before I seeded him, and I took Danny’s load before my boy came in me. After they left, me and my boy laid on our bed, tangled in cummy sheets, fingering our holes and kissing. Hot, right? Well, about three weeks later, Danny called to ask if they could come over and talk. It didn’t sound like they wanted to play. Danny told us the big news. He and Sam had both just tested POZ. They thought it had happened when they hired an ‘escort’ a few weeks earlier and he had fucked both of them raw. If that was indeed how they’d both gotten the bug, there was a really good chance that they had pumped both of us full of POZ seed. Of course, we immediately got tested and the results came back NEG for both of us. Our doctor advised us to get tested again in three months just to be sure. The three month mark came and went, and we were tested again, both NEG. After that, we decided to fool around less with fuck buddies, and play safe with them. We both hated using condoms with our friends, but they were pretty respectful. We had some guys over and had them bag up before fucking us. That seemed to be safe enough, so when my boy asked if we could invite Danny and Sam over to fuck us again, I agreed, but adding only if they agreed to play safe. They came over, and both dutifully wore condoms. I wasn’t planning on letting them fuck me, even safe, but after seeing them each sink his cock into my boy’s hole, I needed their cocks too. Sam even joked that wearing a condom sucked, but it made him so much less sensitive that he could fuck longer without cumming. Secretly, as Sam was fucking me and Danny was fucking my boy, I couldn’t help but fantasize about that condom bursting as my gut was filled with POZ cum. But, that’s not how we wound up taking POZ seed. After Danny came in the condom and pulled out of my boy, I fucked him raw. Danny and Sam egged me on to breed him. It felt so strange to be fucking him after two cocks had loosened him up, but with only lube in him; it felt so different. Danny asked if he could take pics of my load dripping out of my boy’s ass, and we were game. My boy told him how much it turned him on to be photographed like a common slut. Sam piped up that we should meet his friend Adam, who was a photographer. A few days later at a boozy brunch, Danny and Sam introduced us to Adam. After a few mimosas and Bloody Marys, Adam pitched something to us, explaining that in his work as a photographer, he did work for a gay website, soft core mostly, but sometimes featured boyfriends. My boy was feeling his drinks, and asked Adam if he ever joined in the action. He winked at my boy, then smiled at me saying, "Only if both guys are into it." Then he clarified his remarks, by shaking his head and commenting he joined in a lot less lately. "Why?" Danny asked. "'Cause I'm POZ," replied Adam. "So are we," Sam responded. Adam chuckled, saying "This just got a lot more interesting." To be continued….
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If theres anyone near or in sutherlin roseburg area wanting to get off in or on me id love it. Into basically anything.
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AUTHOR's NOTE: This will be a sequel of We have to talk. Some characters are inherited from there, others aren't, this first post is just the setup with the virus's point of view. I am trying to build the story so that knowing "we have to talk" deeply is not necessary. ------ Chapter 0, HIV: Run, Ian, run! It's difficult to be a virus living into a blind guy's blood stream; communication is complicated due to many interferences with his talking devices, I always had to be careful about where he went and what he did, responsible of helping him get away from people wanting to take advantage of his condition. Yes, Ian was a strong and determined guy but in some cases naive, a caring human tending to consider others' needs more important than his own. So, agreeing with his gifter, I decided not to be transferred to other people when sweet Ian had sex with someone. No matter if he trusted them, if I didn't like the guy he was in bed with, no conversion could occur! I'm a conscious virus, mine is always the last word and this applies to everyone with no exception. That day was not different for humans: after giving him usual morning load, gifter PozCop headed out leaving Ian chilling out on their bed, still naked and plugged; but I unexplicably felt scared as if apocalypse was coming closer and closer! I noticed Ian stretching his muscles and listen to the time on his talking watch so I tried to share my sensations with him. In vain! He just got up from the mattress without caring about my signals, stepped into the shower and spoke to his voice assistant to turn on some morning music. "Leave the office alone", I attempted to warn him; "don't go to the bus stop, work from home today! Please, listen to me!" "Impertinent virus", was his reply; "you are turning me into a lazy guy!" I didn't feel like to argue with him though, he could ask for help to Alex or Sharon, gifter's sister and her girlfriend. But I forgot it: "hopefully it's just a stupid sensation", I thought and resigned to his idea to catch the bus; nothing else I could do, being inside his blood stream. It took some minutes to walk there, with his white cane and my help the road was less dangerous for him. So, reached the bus stop, he sat on the bench waiting for the vehicle to arrive. "Phew", he said; "we're here in advance! I ran for nothing!" Three teen guys were walking around, probably waiting for their school bus and I heard them making fun of Ian: "This man talks by himself", the taller one was laughing aloud. "Blind and mad, that's a horrible combination!" "If I take his phone off his hands he'll not notice", the medium-sized whispered at his shortest mate's hear hoping no one could hear him. Of course not Ian, but I did! "You play with fire", the shortest one replied; "all this mess for a couple joints? Leave him alone!" "He's one of those who take it up his ass", the tall laughed, "I could see if I can enjoy myself with that cane of his! We can have more fun than robbing a smartphone, believe me! I know the fucker!" I was right, doom's day had arrived. If only Ian listened to me, if he only decided to work from home! Unfortunately I knew the tall teen, very well. More than anyone could even guess, but I couldn't talk. I promised my very first carrier I wouldn't ever say a word till a specified date, and it took one more week to be there! What if PozCop could discover I had betrayed him! I was assisting to a terrifying scene though, a known human was bullying my beloved one. I had to do my best to save both! "Run, Ian, run", I ordered him; "I'll stop you if there's something wrong. Leave the cane alone, run... Run and trust me!" "Oh, what a show", the tall guy laughed again seeing the blind one running straight forwards without any aid. "Let's film it..." He pointed his phone's camera straight to Ian moving, and I kept my concentration on him. Could I reveal myself, how should I behave... Distracted by my own conflicts I lost precious seconds: "Run to the right side", I transferred an excruciating pain to Ian's right armpit but it was too late. Long, endless minutes passed with Ian lying on the street, blood coming from his mouth and with the three teens still filming, careless of what happened in front of them. "911! Unit needed at the bus stop!", I heard a metallic human voice coming from somewhere. "Man hit by a bus! Looks serious!" "Adrian Miller here", another voice replied; "I'm coming to the scene!" "Received, PozCop! Ambulance needed! Quick!"
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I was in college the first time I experienced POZ cock, or rather I saw a guy, my boyfriend, taking POZ cock. I was more of a top, and my boyfriend Bobby was more of a bottom, but we changed it up every so often to keep things exciting. We tried flipping, but it got boring after a while. He had a hard time keeping it hard enough to top me. Ugh... And of course, we fucked bare. We talked about adding a third guy to our relationship, but didn't want to complicate things. I didn't want him to start to stray, secretly, however, the thought of seeing another guy fuck him got me hard. Anyhow, we needed some sort of an outlet to get our rocks off. I was in the campus library one night, and yes, maybe I was looking for the rumored glory hole in the basement, you know, out of curiosity more than anything. Anyway, I stood at the urinal, stroking my cock a bit, and waited. After a few minutes, I gave up. I let my stiffy go down enough to piss and headed out. Across the hall from the bathroom was a bulletin board. I gazed at a few postings absent-mindedly and one jumped out at me: GET OFF ON PHOTOGRAPHING HOT GUYS WITH EACH OTHER? JOIN OUR NAUGHTY GAY FUCK PHOTO CLUB EMAIL YOUR PICS TO ******@******.COM FOR AN INVITE Sweet. I snapped a photo of the address with my phone and headed home with a smile on my face and a semi-hard dick in my pants. Bobby and I thought it would be just what we needed. We didn't need to cheat to get off on watching other guys mess around. We set up my phone on my desk with an auto-timer and took some playful photos of us on my bed, with undies pulled down to show pubes but no dick, and some that sort of showed our faces, but not really. We got so hot “posing” that he was able to get it hard enough to fuck me senseless! It wasn't until he pulled out of my cummy hole that I realized that we had left the auto-timer running, and it was all captured in pics! We sent some of the more playful photos and one or two nude fuck pics, that didn't show our faces, to the email address. Within minutes, we had an invite for a photo session that weekend. We arrived at the address on Saturday night, right on time. The building looked like a frat house. We rang the bell, holding hands and grinning ear to ear. A cute guy in his mid-20s opened the door and invited us in. He showed us where to stow our clothes, if we wanted, and then led us into the living room, which had been converted into a photo studio, complete with professional lighting equipment. There was a platform in the middle of the room about waist high and a mattress. Our host told us that the group met every other weekend and usually two of the members would have pose in front of everyone and the other members would take photos, sometimes close-ups, sometimes showing faces, but only if the guys “posing” were comfortable with that. Some of the couples would simulate penetration, and some would really have sex. There were condoms available, but some of the guys preferred it bare. Bobby made a joke that he was SURE everyone preferred it bare. Our host mentioned most of the couples “posing” were boyfriends, but a few were single guys who were interested in the “art” of it, or just getting their rocks off. He also mentioned everything that happened would be fun and consensual. No one would pressure us to do anything we weren't comfortable with, and we had to do the same. No pressure. Period. Finally he said we were welcome to take as many photos as we liked, and even strip down and jerk off if we wanted, but no group action, again, unless everyone was comfortable with that. I could tell by the way his cargo shorts were swelling, he was getting hard just describing the rules to us. We relaxed and shared a beer. The doorbell rang, and he excused himself to answer the door. Most of the rest of the group had arrived at once. Our “models” for the evening would be a cute couple, Ryan and Kevin, who liked to “pose” as much as they liked to take photos. There were six other guys there, all with really nice-looking digital cameras hanging around their necks. As hot as they were, I was a bit surprised at how chill everyone was. The “models” were both sort of twinky with smooth relatively-hairless tight bodies. Ryan and Kevin undressed each other, pausing every few seconds for the guys to snap a few pics. They stripped down to matching black jockstraps. Two guys had unzipped and started to jerk off as Ryan and Kevin sucked each other's dick. Kevin ate out Ryan's hole as guys leaned in to take photos. I was totally hard as Kevin lined-up his bare cock and edged it into Ryan's slippery hole. Bobby was fascinated. He leaned in very close and Kevin pulled out so just the head of his cock was in Kevin's ass. Kevin moaned as Bobby leaned in so close for a photo that his hands brushed Kevin's sticky cock. The guys rearranged into a few more positions as the rest of the group snapped away. The sexual energy in the room was palpable, but everyone really did stay calm. I found myself so mesmerized that I was forgetting to take photos. I knew Kevin was close. He pulled out and spread Ryan's asscheeks apart, then flipped him over onto his back and slid his bare cock all the way in. Bobby and I were so close as we snapped photos that we could see the cum pulsing through Kevin's dick. He eventually slid his softening cock out of Ryan's ass. Ryan pulled apart his cheeks to show Kevin's load oozing out. The frat boy host, who had been “professional” the whole time, leaned in for some creampie close-ups. He got closer and closer. “May I?” he asked. “Be my guest” said Ryan as his hole winked. The frat boy stuck out his tongue and took a swipe at Ryan's ass, covering his tongue with Kevin's load. He swallowed it down. Then, like nothing had happened, the guys toweled off and we all went into another room where there was a computer bank set up. All of the guys uploaded their photos into a folder and the frat boy emailed a link to us all so we could download them. We shook hands and left. On the way home Bobby went on and on about how sexy it was to fuck in front of strangers, and to have the whole thing captured on film! He was seemed as impressed by the models fucking raw as he was by the two guys who were comfortable enough to jerk off, noting that one of them had a massive cock! When we got home, we were both so horny. We downloaded the photos immediately and started to fool around. We fucked each other twice that night as the photos cycled through on the screen. He asked if I wanted to “pose” and I said, “HELL YES!!!” We emailed the frat boy and told him we would like to model for the group. He said they had models scheduled already for the next few sessions, but we would be able to pose at the end of the next month. Score! Two weeks later came around and we were promptly on time back at the house. The models this week were two single guys, the two guys who had jerked off at the last session. Joe was tall and beefy, like a football player. The other guy, Tom, was skinnier, but still solidly built, looking sort of like he had lost weight recently. He was the one who had the huge dick, frankly one of the biggest I'd ever seen. His skinniness made his cock look even bigger. They started stripping each other down down, pausing here and there for photos. The rest of the guys were clearly turned on, but remained “professional.” The frat guy whispered to me and Bobby that they had been flirting for a while and this was their first time together. Joe and Tom got down to their underwear and they started pulling it down to reveal each other's pubes, again pausing for shots. Eventually, they were 69ing, still going at it, but slowly, no doubt for our benefit, I'm sure. Tom was sucking Joe for real, but Joe never put Tom's dick in his mouth, only pretending to blow him as the guys snapped away. Tom started working his fingers into Joe's hole and Joe started squirming. “I know we talked about this, but maybe it would be okay, if we fuck safe.” Tom looked uncomfortable when he realized that Joe wanted to get fucked. “Dude. I'm not into latex. Can I bareback you?” Joe said that he wasn't into that and sort of freaked out. They decided to continue with the sessions, but only posing like they were fucking each other. Joe bent over and grabbed his ankles as Tom rimmed his hole and then lined up his bare cock like he was going to put it in. Tom was so turned on that his hard cock was drooling precum. He worked his wet cock over Joe's crack, pausing every so often for photos. Joe seemed to be struggling. It was obvious that he wanted Tom's cock, but he wouldn't allow himself to go for it. Tom worked a few fingers into Joe's ass as the rest of the guys kept shooting. He aligned his cock with Joe's ass again, this time putting the purple head of his bare dick right on Joe's ass, working it up and down. From the right angle, it would have totally looked like they were fucking. Globs of Tom's precum poured down onto Joe's ass and into his open hole. “You okay with me dripping in you?” “NO! That's not what we talked about. You're POZ man. I'm fine with a condom, but I don't want your cum in me!” He grabbed his clothes and stormed off in a huff. Everyone stood around for a few seconds and then started to pack up his stuff. The frat guy calmed the situation down as Tom sat there with his erection going down. He approached us as asked, since we were the last ones to be so excited about posing. I had assumed that he meant for me and Bobby to pose instead, but Bobby must have thought differently. He winked at me and leapt onto the mattress, next to Tom. Bobby started tearing his clothes off, eyes locked with Tom. He was reaching out for his massive cock. The frat guy leaned in and spoke lowly about the rules. Only consensual stuff. No pressure, and simulated sex was okay. Bobby was staring at Tom, and his massive POZ cock that I'm not sure he heard anything at all. Bobby leaned forward and locked mouths with Tom in an intense kiss as they reached for each other's cock.... To be continued
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The motel room was on the second floor, something I'd read somewhere made it seem as though that was a good choice. But I'd never done this before; host an anonymous pump and dump scene. Until recently, I'd been in what I thought was a long term mutually monogamous relationship with my college boyfriend for almost 10 years but now that was over. He'd found someone barely out of high school and now was in over his head in the grips of his midlife crisis. "Fuck it!", I thought. It's time for me to finally put myself first. Tonight I was no longer a partner, or boyfriend. Tonight, I was going to be the slut I wanted to be. I was nervous as hell but so excited I could taste it. I had smoked a joint and was feeling horny as fuck. I opened up my laptop and proofread my ad one last time before posting it. It was short and to the point; "good looking masculine bottom looking to get fucked, hosting now in my motel room, email me for details". Accompanied by a pic of me, face down, ass up, and lubed. I downed a couple of shots of vodka then jumped in the shower for one last spot check. Perfect! Deep cleaned and ready for my first strange dick in almost 10 years. I started getting email notifications and quickly figured out that not everyone who responds to ads actually wants to fuck, some wanted to chat, others wanted pictures and more pictures, and still others wanted to join me in getting fucked next to me (in other words, use me for the room). But along with all this came an email that was short, to the point, and sounded like what I was looking for. It said, "9 inch top, love anon scenes, send address and room number and I'll be on my way." I quickly replied with the motel's address and my room number along with directions and lit up a joint to chill while I waited for his response. 5 minutes later, a reply came back, "on my way, 15 minutes away, wait for me face down ass up and the room dark". I replied "Ok", finished off my joint, and prepped the room; drew the blackout curtains, used the Do Not Disturb sign to leave the door unlatched, and got on the bed face down, ass up, and lubed and put a handful of condoms by my feet. Not being used to hooking up, I assumed that most guys still used condoms. Soon I heard the sound of a car outside, followed by a car door closing and heavy steps on the stairs. I closed my eyes in nervous expectation and heard the slight creak of the cheap motel room door as it opened. I heard the door click closed, followed by the sound of undressing and then felt him climb onto the bed where I was waiting with nervous anticipation. As I took two deep sniffs of poppers, he grabbed my ass, feeling the curvature of my cheeks and spread them wide but surprisingly gently. I felt his cockhead at my hole and two things struck me simultaneously as I started feeling the popper high; for starters he wasn't wearing a condom AND his dick was really thick and hurt as it struggled to slide in. "FUCK! You're tight!" He said. "Yeah, please go easy, you're the first guy to fuck me in a really long time." I replied "Oh Fuck, that's hot. Don't worry, I'll fuck your hole good. Leave you nice and relaxed and gaping." The friendly way that he said it made me chuckle and as he continued to stuff his big dick in my ass, I felt my hole begin to relax around his thick shaft. I had no idea what he looked like but from what I could feel, he had nicely muscled thighs and I could feel his firm stomach on my lower back. I hadn't mentioned anything about status, assuming that condoms were still routinely used. I was negative but I wasn't naive, I knew what the risks were. For now, his huge dick was stretching my hole to the limit and I was in the grip of the most intense feeling of pleasure/pain. He pushed me onto my stomach and bottomed out inside me as he slowly slid his length inside me, pushing his cock right onto my prostate and sending me into spasms of electric bliss. As he bottomed out, my hole began spasming involuntarily from the intense sensations as it struggled to let his huge invader fill my guts with its thickness. It was an excruciatingly exhilarating mixture of pleasure and pain and it made me want to make him feel as good as he was making me feel. "Fuck, dude. I can feel your hole milking my dick" "Yeah dude, you've got a huge dick, my hole's trying to get used to you. It'll take me a moment but I can take it." "Oh fuck yeah! That's what I love to hear! I'm gonna breed you, leave you ready and lubed for the next guy. Is that what you want? To get fucked by random strangers? You want to take loads all night? I can tell that that hole is hungry." He punctuated every syllable with a deep thrust, grinding my prostate on every down stroke, and I moaned "Fuck yeah, that sounds awesome. Your big cock feels so fucking good!" He continued fucking me for a few more minutes and I loved every second of it, he would pound me fast and hard for a few seconds, then would slow down and grind his cock as he hilted himself inside me. He kept telling me how hungry my hole was, how he could feel me milking his dick for his load. His hot verbal assault on my senses was driving me closer and closer to an orgasm and I was breathing hard and shivering with pleasure. "I'm about to cum inside you boy, you positive?" The casual way he asked and the implication the question carried threw me off for a moment and I didn't know what to say. In a moment of honest confusion I blurted out, "No, I'm negative but I want your cum." "Fuck! Are you serious?! That's fucking hot!" He said, as he drove in and ground right onto my prostate. "Oh fuck, I'm getting close too, please give it to me. Please shoot your load in me." I groaned in pained ecstasy. As I said that, I realized what I was about to let happen and the realization was enough to take me over the edge; I started cumming and shouted "Fuck yeah, please shoot your sperm in my hole! Fill me with your cum! Make me your slut!" "Awwwww, fuuuuuuuck, YEAAAH! Take my poz load you slut!!!" He groaned as he shoved balls deep inside me and I felt his thick shaft pulsating as he shot his now confirmed poz cum into me and the sudden warmth of his sperm washing over my prostate in waves triggered another orgasm. My hole kept spasming uncontrollably around his dick as if milking every last drop of his precious tainted load. He shot what felt like gallons into me, then collapsed on top of me, panting, and I felt a strong built frame on top of me. "I know I said I like anonymous scenes, but I wanna fuck you again. But this time I wanna see your face." He whispered. I reached over to the nightstand and turned on the lamp and looked over my shoulder to see a handsome tall Latino, with a nice build, mischievous smile, and bright hazel eyes. "I'm Martin" he said. "Were you telling me the truth?" "Hi Martin, nice to meet you. I'm Alex, and yeah, I was telling you the truth." He smiled and said, "That's fucking hot! Thanks for letting me pop your poz cherry. I'm gonna call a couple of buddies over and make sure you get knocked up tonight. That hot ass of yours needs to be shared ha ha." I laughed as I thought that this was more than I had expected but I was more than ready to make up for lost years. And if I was going to become poz, this stud was the perfect man to do it. I lay back, pulled my knees to my chest, baring my freshly bred hole for him and said, "Fuck yeah, please breed me more. Fill me with your poz cum."
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FICTIONAL STORY! It was a normal Friday night out in Berlin and I had met up with some friends to grab a drink in a newly opened gay bar in centre of town. The crowd was young & cute like me (FYI i’m a 19 y/o twink). People mostly stayed in their respective groups, distinctly cornered in, throwing a look now and then over the room at other boys. Yet they didn’t take the initiative to move over taking the initial contact. Like most young people the self-confidence clearly had no correspondence to the appearance so a lot of alcohol is consumed to ease the tensions and inhibitions. And like every weekend we drank quite a lot. We had a good time, drinking and laughing, but around 4:30 in the morning it was time to head on for something else. A part of the group wanted to go to a bar where they play mainstream pop music. This very small bar was always fully packed, and it was hard for anyone to really move around. The toilet queue was awfully long, and getting a drink in the bar took so long that you got sober by waiting. This was at least my opinion, but my friends didn’t agree. We, therefore, split and I left them to their miserable choice. My mind was up for some trance music at a nice bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute guys. The bar I went to had an open atmosphere, 3 floors: one for trance music downstairs, one for mellow dance music upstairs and a dark room on the top floor. I never visited a dark room before and couldn't understand why people want be fucked by unknown guys in the dark.. I arrived club around five-o-clock in the morning. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to people and danced to a great DJ for three hours which felt shorter than that. Around eight only 15 people were left. I headed for the bar and ordered a last vodka-tonic, although I was quite drunk already. After a while two very hot Arab guys came up and sat next to me. They were wearing tight t-shirts so I could see every detail of their muscular bodies. I think that they were a few years older than me, but max 21-22. We started to chat loosely: they asked me if I was alone and if I lived in Berlin. One of them put his hand on my thigh and caressed me slowly; the other moved his hand inside my shirt and over my back. It felt they were going forward a little bit too quickly so I escaped the situation by saying that I needed to go to the toilet. I went upstairs to the toilets on the second floor, where there was no one. I could feel I was turned on by the touching and wondered what to do next. I had never been with two guys before. If it was only one than things would be a bit easier. When I got out of the toilet one of the guys stood outside waiting for me. He smiled and asked me if I was intimidated by both of them touching me. “Somewhat” I replied. “Which of us do you like the most?” he asked. “I think you’re both cute” I said and added “and very sexy”. “You’re very sexy too and I could see when you went away that you have a nice little bubble butt ass” he replied. “Thanks!” I flushed a little bit embarrassed. “So if it was just me, would you like to have some fun?” he asked. I looked at his hot muscular body and could hear myself saying: “Yes, why not”. “We can go to my place. I don’t live far from here” I suggested. “No, my friend is waiting downstairs and I’d prefer that we just go up to the dark room” he said and smiled. “Well… I don’t really like dark rooms, because you don’t know which guys are in there” I replied. “It’s ok” he assured, “the club is almost empty by now and there would be no one there except for us. So come on, I can tell for sure that both of us want a little fun” he insisted. “Just a quick one… you suck my big dick and afterwards I suck you.. Okay?” He put his hand over his package and I could see a distinct, large bulb on his jeans. “OMG! I need that big Arab cock in my mouth” I thought to myself. He approached me, pressed his body against mine and started to kiss me with deep tongue movements. Wow, this guy knew how to kiss! It felt like heaven! Impossible to resist. At this time I was quite drunk and his gentle treatment of kissing and caressing my cock with his hand inside my jeans. “You’re hard and horny! so let’s go…” he said, and took my hand and led me up the stairs to the dark room. Up there he opened my jeans, pulled them down completely to the ground and sat in front of me. My cock swelled hard as he took it in his mouth and worked it good. One of his hands went off to my ass and started to play with my hole. One finger went in, then two. Slowly he started to finger fuck my my ass. I felt a burning sensation in my ass, but his lips around my cock was so hot that it overpowered that sensation. Was he preparing me so he could fuck me? That wasn’t the deal! But the fingers in my ass felt so good that I couldn’t protest. After a while, he stood up, we kissed with deep tongues. Then he pushed my head down to his big dick. I followed his every move and the orders he gave me, and it was clear who was in charge. My ass started to feel empty so I tried to put some of my own fingers in side my open hole He slapped my face with his XL-sized dick before he pressed it down my throat. His cock went down all the way and he fucked me rather roughly until gasped for air. He noticed I was choking and gave me a fraction of a second to breathe in before he continued pressing it down as deep as he could. The taste of salty sperm mixed up with saliva filled my palate; I had to swallow some to keep up with his intense and deep mouth fucking. He ordered me to lift my ass up so I did was I was told. Suddenly I could hear him whisper something in Arabic. A second later I felt someone coming up from behind putting his hands on my buttocks. I had thought that we were alone in the dark room. Who was this third person who now wanted to join in? Was it his friend who had gone up earlier to wait for us? It’s clear that they planned this from the start. The other guy immediately took over my ass. I felt a small plastic tube enter my ass. A few seconds later i felt a liquid filling my ass. Then he pulled the tube out. Thinking it was lube i didn’t react. Two fingers began to slide in my ass. As my ass became more open he added more. There was a feeling that was spreading to my body. I began to sweat and I felt more horny that I could ever feel. I thought that this was due to considerable amount of alcohol in my body so I stopped sucking and was about to stand up to take a break. The Arab guy in front of me noticed my hesitation and quickly locked both of my hands and put his arm around my neck. He was much stronger than me, and although I tried to resist I couldn’t get away. Suddenly I felt the guy behind me trying to push his big cock in my ass. The pain of this thick cock ploughing its way into my tight ass was sobering me up. Desperately my hands fought to get released but all in vain. “Please wait!” I squeaked, “I need to…” “What is it? Don’t you want to play anymore?” one of the guys interrupted. “Well, just let me get some lube and a condom from my pocket” I begged. “No way! I only fuck without condom or lube. Open up slut! ” he grunted. I wanted to reply but he silenced me quickly by pulling my head back by a steady grip around my hair with one hand and putting the other over my mouth. An extremely intense and very rough fucking followed. I could feel every inch of his big cock as it forced its way in and out in what felt like an eternity. It was almost like my ass would turn inside out of the deep ploughing and I felt my anus swelling. Inside me every show of the top of his cock sent electric shocks through my entire body. After a while my whining changed into groaning and moaning. His friends slapped my face and rammed his cock into my mouth to shut me up. Something started to take over my mind and I began to have thoughts about wanting bigger cocks in my ass and begin a total bottom slut. My ass was now completely open to serve his raw huge cock. The Arab guy behind me started to moan louder and louder. With a deep grunt he filled my insides deep with a huge amount of cum. He withdrew and got up in front of me ordering me to suck and lick his cock clean. I did as I was told and swallowed every drop. “Good boy! Our sperm will change you for good!” he said. “Now, lie down on the floor!” his friend commanded. He forced me to lie down with my chest facing the floor. He got on top and guided his huge cock towards my hole. He pushed into me; I felt the head enter me. A moan escaped my lips. He almost pulled out fully and then he just rammed it in full force. “Now, we’re going to see if I can fuck this slut even harder.” They both put up a laugh of joy and excitement. He fucked me harder and faster. “I saw how you looked at my cock down in the bar, craving it. We are converting you into a load taking slut. You think that you can return to your normal life, but within a few weeks you will give in to your true calling; big raw dicks and cum”. He kissed me on the check and licked my ear. Then he intensified the fucking; I felt the entire weight of his muscular body as he pumped my ass with his massive cock like a machine spinning out of control. By now the penetration went more smoothly because of the generous load that his friend had previously delivered in my butthole, which functioned as a perfect natural lubricant. My ass had also got more used to the rough fucking and had opened up considerably by the penetrations of his friend’s large cock fucking me so violently. Something in my mind took over and i started to enjoy having this good-looking, young sexy Arab stallion plowing my ass hard. I was their little white toy! And when he started hitting my G-Spot I was in pure ecstasy. “Yes, do me as hard as you can” i blurted out. “We own you now that our DNA is deep inside you” he whispered in my ear. Then he came with a roaring and we were both exploded as he shot several streams of hot cum deep inside of me. Then he and his friend dressed quickly, gave me a kiss and left. I sat for a while in the dark to get myself together. What was it I had experienced? My ass was warm and swollen with cum of the two guys dripping out. A smile spread over my face. I started to jerk myself and came quickly. I left the dark room and the club. On my way home I stopped by a gay sauna that had opened its door in the morning hour. I went in, changed, sat at the bar and ordered a juice. As I sat down at one of the tables a bit away from the bar a young black guy came up to me and asked if he could sit down. “Sure” I said. We were there just with our small towels around our waists. He had a perfect body and he noticed my eyes screening over him. He let his towel open so I could see his enormous dick hanging in the open. My eyes couldn’t help staring at it. “I saw you in the dark room. I was hiding in a corner with a friend when you came in. The two guys fucked you up good” he said. His words took me by surprise and I didn’t know what to say. “They knew exactly what to do to change you into a willing bottom” he added. “They knew what to do?” I replied. “Yes! The fact that you’ve come to this sauna and didn’t go straight home or to the police or anything must mean that you want more” he said smiling. He started to stroked his hand over his big cock that had started to rise. “Let’s go to my cabin and i will tell you what they did to change you into a willing slut. I’m not like them!” he said comfortingly. He took my hand and caressed it gently. I looked at his cock and felt how mine grew to create a visible bulb under the towel. He noticed and said smilingly “That’s clearly a YES!”. We stood up and walked up two floors to his cabin were we dropped the towels and started to kiss. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind by two other black guys. I was pinned down with my face pressed into the mattress. “Hold his arm still” one of them said. I felt how my bicep was tied of with a band. Then I felt a needle stabbing my arm. “Like I promised I will tell you what they did: When they fingered you they loaded your ass with a drug called Meth!” the black guy said. “You had no clue what was happing. This is not how we do it. I like to tell my sluts that I injected them with T.” after saying that the band snapped loose. They released me and told me to raise my arm. As I sat up I began to cough. A wave of sluttyness came over me. “This will boost your carving for big dicks and cum. So don’t fight it!” said one of the other black guys. I looked over to them and saw 3 hot black guys stroking their enormous black cocks. And like he said I couldn’t resist it and crawled over to them. “Does he know that we and the two Arabs are POZ? ” whispered one guy to the other. “We will tell the slut after we bred him several times!” answered the other one laughing. —THE END —
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Most of my friends are straight and through them I met their straight friends, that's how I met Marcus. He was 19, just graduated high school and was now living in the city going to college. Marcus was very good looking. He was only 5'6", but half black and half hispanic, with an incredibly picture worthy face. I'd see him at my friend's house when I'd go over there to party. We all drank, and half of them smoked. He was the only one that didn't really drink I'd tease him a bit because of that, until one night after I kept trying to get everyone, including him, to take shots of tequila together. My buddy, who's apartment we partied in, caught me alone in the kitchen and quickly said,"don't say anything, but the reason Marcus doesn't drink much is because he's afraid it will mess with his HIV meds." Obviously, I had a very confused look at my face because I'd met Marcus' girlfriend and the one before his current one, so my bud went further to explain,"He's not gay or anything, but he was born with it, his father apparently got it when he was in prison at a young age from using drugs and didn't know it, so all of his kids were born with HIV." I was shocked, and sad for Marcus. We got the tequila shots and took them into the living room and we handed everyone their shot glasses, except Marcus. I guess that's where I made my mistake because, I always tried to get him to drink, and when he wouldn't drink what I offered him, then I'd down his shot for him. This time I didn't even offer him a glass. I didn't think anything of it, but he's a smart kid and he apparently figured it out. Later that night, everyone was pretty messed up one way or the other, and there were only four of us still awake. My buddy and his girlfriend, Marcus and myself. My friend's girlfriend started to doze off and suddenly threw up a little bit on her shirt, so while he dealt with cleaning her up Marcus jumped up and took his shirt off, and said to me, "let's go down to the hot tub!" It was about 50 degrees outside but I was drunk enough, that it sounded like an adventure. Besides, this was the first time I'd seen Marcus shirtless and quite frankly I wanted to see a lot more. He was so lean that you could see all of his muscles, and boy did he have a lot of muscles, they were well hidden under his hoodies and sweatshirts he always wore. He was smooth and just had an incredible body in general. We grabbed some towels and I realized we didn't have any swim trunks, to which he responded, "no one's gonna be down there, we'll take our clothes off under the towels and just slip in the hot tub naked." I was all in! "Let's go then!" I exclaimed. I couldn't help looking at Marcus' back as I followed him down to the pool and hot tub area. This little guy wasn't so little and he was ripped. My mouth watered watching his tight bubble butt bouncing going down the stairs. Fucking hell, I was getting hard just watching his back and ass! We got to the hot tub, the courtyard lights were off, since it was the colder season and no one used the pool or hot tub. It was dark so Marcus didn't bother getting undressed under the towel and neither did I. Obviously I couldn't help myself from looking, and saw his cock, rather I stared at his cock and it was so hot, beautiful, uncut and looked about 4-5 inches soft, it was thick and he had some big low hanging balls too. Again, my mouth was watering, and I had to very quickly get into the hot tub because I was half hard in about two seconds after seeing him naked. We were chilling and chatting in the hot tub, I asked about his current girlfriend, and he caught me off guard by giving a serious answer saying,"she's hot as fuck, but she won't let me fuck her raw dawg, cause she scared of getting HIV." Although the news didn't surprise me, his admission of it did, and he saw the look on my face. "Look, I know our buddy told you, when you brought the tequila shots in, it was the first time ever, that you didn't offer me one. And I saw the way you tried not to look at me. I go through this every time someone finds out." I kinda stammered a bit and just sheepishly said,"you're not as dumb as you look. Yeah, he told me, and I'm sorry man. You know, I have friends that are HIV positive too, I hope you know I don't think less of you, I was just caught off guard because you're straight, and I don't know any straight positive people." Marcus went on to tell me about his frustrations with just about anyone he dated. He said, he hadn't been able to cum with a condom in years and his girlfriend's would rarely, if ever, let him raw dawg their pussies and they definitely never let him finish inside of them. He even had a couple girlfriends get on PrEP and they still didn't let him cum in them. I was kinda shocked and blurted out,"They were on PrEP and wouldn't let you cum in them?!?! That's stupid, hell, if you're paranoid about alcohol messing with your meds, I know you're undetectable, and I'd let you cum in me even if I weren't on PrEP." I can't believe I just said that. I quickly, followed up with,"I mean, if I were your girlfriend." Wait, that didn't sound right either, so I chimed in again,"I mean, if I was a girl and on PrEP." He was laughing at me, and responded,"It's cool, I know what you mean. So...you said you were on PrEP?" Did I? Oh yeah, I said,"even if I weren't on PrEP..." I didn't quite know what to say, so I just said, "uhmmm..." Marcus was so chill though, he laughed again and moved over next to me, putting his arm around my neck and comforted me, "You think I didn't know you were gay? Remember...I'm not as dumb as I look." We laughed together. I felt relaxed again, and affirmed what he already knew. "Yeah, I'm gay and yes I'm on PrEP." He asked if I was a top or bottom, his bluntness surprised me. I said I'm a top. And I don't know why, but I volunteered that I had bottomed in the past, it just wasn't my preference. He stood up in the hot tub, and since he had his arm around my neck, his cock was literally inches from my face now. And it had grown. His thick cock was somewhat hanging at about 6 inches now right in front of me. He said,"come on, we better go dry off in the sauna before we put our clothes back on." He walked toward the sauna while I hopped out and grabbed my towel to cover my fully erect cock. My 7.5 inch beer can cock stood straight up and was like concrete. We got into the sauna and he was totally naked, he didn't bring his towel. I just held my towel over my cock basically and sat down. I couldn't help but look at his growing cock. And he noticed. "You ever suck a black guy's cock?" I was still buzzing on alcohol and the whole situation that I just responded,"yes, I love suck big cocks." He laughed as he started stoking himself. He was a very solid 8 inches and quite thick. He nonchalantly said,"come suck this big black cock then." I immediately got up, letting my towel drop and went straight to his dick and enveloped it in my mouth. I was high from this whole scene, I wasn't thinking rationally, I just wanted this gorgeous straight guy's big cock in my mouth. He was moaning and groaning telling me to "suck that big cock" and "yeah, get it all down your throat." I had grabbed my towel and put it on the wooden bench so I could put my knees up on it and lean over his cock better. Trying to get more of him into my throat. The sauna was hot and we were both sweating like crazy, he continued to moan and as I got my mouth all the way down to his pubes he grabbed my head with both hands and started to throat fuck me. I was loving having this straight guy use my mouth and throat as a fuck hole. He seemed to be enjoying it so much and I didn't want it to end, but I did want his cum. As he kept fucking my mouth he moved one hand down the back of my head and neck and was carressing me from my neck to my ass. He'd grab my ass and squeezed it, and rubbed my cheeks. Our bodies were so slick from sweat, his hands on my body felt electric. He even began to slide his fingers in and out of my crack, stopping on my hole and gently pushing into me. We were sweating so much that I realized he was collecting the sweat from my back and using it as lube to get his finger into my tight hole. Once he broke past my hole's resistance, he sunk his finger into my hole. It felt amazingly tight and slick and I moaned around his dick. He started saying,"shit man, shit yo' mouth feels good on my cock. Keep doin that and I'm gonna bust," as he started finger fucking me faster and harder, I felt so vulnerable and slutty being used by him. I wanted to swallow his load so I began moaning and sucking him harder and faster. "I'm gonna cum man," he barely got out in between hard breaths. I moaned around his cock that I was bobbing up and down on,"mmhmm, mmhmmm," encouraging him to blow his load down my throat. I felt his body tensing up and he had two fingers buried in my hole but was just wiggling them around inside me. His hand on my head started pushing my face all the way down on his cock hard as he thrust his cock down my throat and I felt it stiffen and swell, he whisper yelled,"ohhhhh fuck! ohhhhhhhh, I'm gonna cum man. I'm gonna cum. Swallow that load bitch. Take it!" his body spasmed and he began blasting his jizz down my throat. I felt it shooting hard into me, there was so much, it was like a water canon and I was swallowing it as fast as it came out. He pushed his fingers in as deep as they would go up my ass, as he shot his cum into my stomach, that he finger punched my prostate, it was like he hit an electric buzzer. I was swallowing his never ending load and suddenly my body spasmed for a few seconds and I shot one blast of clear liquidy cum out my cock so hard that it coated his thigh. We were both coming down and I still had his cock in my mouth. Neither of us had gone soft, he slowly slid his fingers out of my hole and rested his hand on my ass. Through his labored breathing he said,"damn. I hadn't cum from a blowjob in at least a year, and I've never cum that hard from one. I wasn't sure you would let me cum in your mouth, but you made it pretty clear, you wanted it. You acted like a fucking fat chick cumdump, "he laughed at his own words. I pulled off his still hard cock, and responded, "one out of three isn't bad, as long as it's the cumdump one." Marcus chuckled,"well you're not fat and you're definitely not a chick, but we should see if you're truly a cumdump." I sat up and looked at him with a look of confusion and maybe surprise. "You said you were on PrEP," Marcus told me, "and that you'd let me cum in you, right?" I shook my head "yes" for sure in the affirmative. Oh my gosh, is he really talking about fucking me right now? This hot straight guy. I thought I was going to consider myself incredibly lucky that he let me blow and swallow him, but now he wants to fuck me. "It's been so long, I don't think I can take such a big dick though," I told Marcus. He stood up, his cock was pointed at the ceiling, and he grabbed me, pulled me up then pushed me back down to where my face was right in front of his cock. I grabbed it, still hard as a pipe, and took it back into my mouth. He was thrusting in and out of my mouth slowly and said,"I'm not gay, but I haven't had anyone ever take my cum, and I just need to know what it feels like to shoot inside someone, without pulling out, and raw, no worries from either party, I just need to breed someone. Will you let me? I'll go slow and if you can't handle it, you can suck me off again." I didn't respond, I just kept sucking his cock. He instructed me to "get it real wet. Leave a lot of spit on my cock and come off of it" I did as he told me, and he got down on his knees, now my aching hard cock was in his face, but not for long. He grabbed my ankles and lifted my feet off the wood floor, making me lean back on my towel on the bench. I looked down toward my cock and saw him holding my ankles up and spread out, and his beautiful face, his eyes staring at my hole. I watched him spit on my hole, his eyes were glazed over with lust. He dove into my ass and I felt his tongue immediately working into my hole. It was me this time, that grabbed HIS head, as he tongue fucked my pink hole, getting it wetter and more relaxed. It felt fucking amazing, his tongue was powerful and felt like a slick muscle massaging into my asshole. I began to moan like a bitch. I wasn't used to this feeling, I was the one that usually ate ass like a champ causing bottoms to turn into sluts. The tables had been turned, and I wasn't mad that it was a hot straight guy turning the tables, and turning me into a cumslut. He retracted his tongue from my ass and came up, still holding my ankles spread out like a whore and scooted in close, I felt his big wet cockhead hit my hole. He was looking down as it pushed into me and occasionally looked up at my face to see how I was taking the pressure. It felt so good. He was thick, and hard, but I was opening up for him. He was going so slowly and he had been so perfect, that I was relaxed the entire time and suddenly his cock entered me deeper. I sighed,"ahhhhhh, fuck..." drifting off to a place of pure pleasure, "oh my god, your cock feels so good, keep going" Marcus pulled my legs up and rested them on his muscular shoulders, my ankles were by his head now. He began sinking more of that beautiful straight thick black poz cock into me. I was in heaven, as he filled me up, stretched my hole and finally rested on my prostate causing me to precum onto my stomach. He was looking down when the precum poured out,"did you cum?" Marcus asked. "No, your cock is hitting my prostate and making me precum," I explained. Marcus smiled,"damn, I didn't know a guy could get wet from being fucked. You sure you're okay with me cumming in you? I don't want you to regret this or freak out when I get close to blowing my load like some of my girlfriends. It's caused me to kinda panic now during sex." I looked at him directly in his eyes, "Marcus, I'm on PrEP, and even if I wasn't, you're undetectable. I've never had anything in my ass feel this fuckin good, if you don't cum in me, I'll be mad! I want you to use my hole, and don't look back, fuck me hard and cum in me as much as you want." He smiled and I could see the worry leave his face completely. He slide his hands down to my hips and started to pull out slowly til his thick cock came out, he was looking down watching his fat cock go all the way in, then all the way out of my tight wet hole. I felt like, from the waist down, my body was being jerked off. I felt pleasure all over my sweaty skin and deep inside my bowels as his huge cock fucked in and out of me. I began to stroke my cock, using the copious amounts of precum Marcus was milking out of me as lube. He even reached down and jerked me for a minute as he purposefully pushed his dick deep into my prostate and forced more precum out. He collected it in his hand and brought it up to his face and sniffed it,"smells like sex," he said right before licking it all out of his hand. He started to really fuck me now, his cock was pounding my ass so hard, we could hear the "thwap thwap thwap thwap" of his hips hitting my ass as he drove his monster into me. He was breathing hard and sweat was pouring off of his body. His muscles were tight and straining as he fucked his rod into my guts. I could tell he was getting close to cumming and I didn't want him to start feeling self conscience about breeding me, so while I stroked myself, coming closer to my own orgasm, I commanded him,"awww yes, fuck me Marcus. I want you to blow that big load of cum deep inside me. Shoot that poz load hard into me. I want to feel it blasting my insides." I think that did the trick, he was mumbling,"oh oh oh I'm gonna cum, oh fuck I'm gonna cum man, I'm gonna cum." I retorted back to emphasize how much I wanted it,"do it, breed me, breed my pussy, cum in me Marcus, I want you inside me." "AHHHHHH FUCK! I'm cumming! AHHHH I'M FUCKING BREEDING YOU! TAKE IT! Take it!" I felt his cock swell and pump and blow his load deep inside me, watching and feeling him explode inside me turned me on so much that I started cumming too. I shot cum past my head onto the wall, and began shooting cum onto my face and chest, he continued to fuck me as I was cumming. He looked down at me with my mouth open in ecstasy as I climaxed all over myself and started pounding my hole harder and faster than he was before. My body was a rag doll being fucked by a mechanical being, it felt like his body became a robot with no loss of energy and all the strength of a machine endlessly pounding my ass. I didn't know what was happening at this point, I just let him do what he wanted, it still felt good, as I was coming down from my orgasm, I didn't care what he did to me. In about two minutes of this renewed power fucking he slammed deep into me and screamed,"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" as he unloaded yet another load into my ass mere minutes after his first load. The machine was gone, and he melted down onto me. He rested his elbows on the wooden bench I was laying on. My legs still on his shoulders and were now against my chest, his forehead rested on mine and his cock was still buried inside me. Marcus was trying to catch his breath, but forced himself to say,"thank you, thank you, thank you." Then he kissed me on the lips. "Truly, that was the best fuck I've ever had. I guess it was my first REAL fuck to be honest. I can't tell you how much that meant." He kissed me again, this time he forced his tongue into my mouth and we made out. He slowly let my legs go and slide down and his cock gently slipped from me. I felt his cum leaking out. It felt good actually. It all felt good. We quietly got ourselves together, and gathered our things by the hot tub. We walked up the steps toward the apartment. On the way up, I broke the silence,"Marcus, that was amazing, it was something I've never quite experienced either, and I loved it, but that's all it has to be. This one time, we did this thing, and it's just between the two of us. I'll never tell anyone and I don't want to lose you as a friend." We were at the apartment door now, he said,"I know. I trust you." He paused a minute and put his hand behind my head around the back of my neck,"you really gave me a gift no one ever has before and I won't ever forget that." He gave me a quick kiss again, opened the apartment door and said,"maybe it won't just be a one time thing."
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DADDY PIMPS ME OUT AND CONVERTS ME WARNING!!!: This is a complete work of fiction. This is my first attempt ever at writing an erotic fiction story, much less one about pozzing. I am not the best with grammar so forgive me. I wrote it and it involves boy/Dad incest themes, prostitution, bareback sex, pozzing, Abusive verbal language, and aggression. If any of this bothers you or you are not of age please do not read further. Comments are always welcome and make me a happy boy. Send them to southernboy83@gmail.com My name is Ryan. I’m eighteen and I want to share with you a hot story about my relationship with my Daddy. I am horny with boy-lust just writing this all down and my teen sausage is dripping precum and messing-up my pair of black Calvin Klein briefs. I was always the quiet and shy nerdy type. Just graduated high school I am 5’10” and a bit chubby at 200 lbs. I have a cute face, an average cubbish build, and a sweet fat round peach ass with a little bit of fuzz around my unfucked shitter. Even my own eighteen year old cousin pumped his jizz down my throat a few times and made me spread open for him to rape my butt and told me not to tell anyone. He always made me be the girl, so I had to suck his dong for hours, eat out his pucker and tell him how good it tasted. He would make me spread myself for him while he played with my boner, humiliating me and making my face get red. We will save the stories with my cousin for another time. My mother died when I was a boy, and my Dad, at 6'3", has always been a strong and outspoken man, with the result he has towered over me for most of my life. He was a real stud. I remembered on my thirteenth birthday I stole a pair of Dad’s jockey shorts just to get a whiff of what he smelled like and tasted the sweat from them like the dirty little naughty boy that I am. I lost count how many premature ejaculations I wasted into Dad’s underwear. He is a real stud and a true Alpha male in every sense. His body was strong and thick and his hands were rough like sandpaper. He had a five o’ clock shadow that would make any boy late for school. But the best thing about my Dad was that he was a true sexual deviant with a pecker that was horselike in length. That same huge piece of fuckmeat was that which squirted the DNA that also made me. Fuckin' hot, was how I felt about it. My Dad came into my room early yesterday morning, his package cupped in a pair of boxer briefs, and barked at me “Boy, get the fuck up. No sleeping in under my roof. Boys get so lazy nowadays. They have become smart mouthed fuckalls and sit around all day whackin their pud to porno. No boy of mine is gonna be a lazy faggot!” I saw his huge dong jerk in pleasure as it laid back against his thigh. I snapped to attention and rolled out of bed. Dad had a strict family rule that real men got to wear underwear around the house, but bitches had no right to wear bottoms to protect their penis or their sweet spot. My average teen dick bounced over my balls as I stood at attention. “I am sorry Dad, I…I..I will do better about my sleep schedule.” My cheeks burned red with embarrassment that my own Father just punked me out like that. Even though there was no audience it felt like everyone in the world was listening and knew that I was a submissive bitch son to my own Dad. Dad’s eyes lit up with fascination and a greedy perverted smile hastened his tongue across his lips as he purveyed my body like a predator. His calculating grey eyes lingered over my fat round butt and on my flaccid boy cock. His hand was quick as he snatched me by my hair and pulled me in close. His grip tightened, making me wince and cry out as he handled me roughly, but with a seemingly tender grace. “Got a job for you fagboy, starts today and pays a whooooole lot. You gon be a good boy for Daddy and take the job? It pays really well. Wanna know what it is sport?” My Dad’s voice was really creeping me out and making me give in. I no longer fought his grasp and relaxed in his grip. “Sure Dad, I would love to make some money. What does it pay? What kinda job is it? Not many places hire seventeen year olds, Daddy.” “That was the one thing I wanted to mention bitch, I will be collecting the money that you make for your services rendered. Do you understand what I mean boy…that you are the goods, and I am the dealer? I am going to find you some nice gentlemen to visit. I already have one set up for tonight and he will be here in just a bit. We need to get you cleaned up and ready boy. Get in the fuckin' shower you cute little tramp!” He threw me into the bathroom door and ran the shower for me at a lukewarm temperature. It saved him money and he enjoyed seeing me beg for hotter water. I had to clean myself out but Dad would not leave the room, I was so embarrassed. Dad played with his huge meat watching me shower, telling me that I better get my shithole clean because the men he was taking money from did not need disappointment from Daddy’s prized little whoreboy. I knew what Dad meant about me being the goods. I had seen a few boys at my school and one girl who were prostitutes. I knew what Daddy was talking about. How could he make his boy do such nasty things? I knew it got him off and that was good enough for me. As you can see, I worshiped my Dad. Dad pulled me out of the shower roughly and forced me to my knees. He opened my mouth wide and shoved his fat horsecock in, causing me to choke a little as he sampled the merchandise. “Fuck son you have such good cocksucking lips. I will see to it that they get used often. A good fagboy like you needs a healthy dose of semen every day.” He dislodged himself from my throat and pushed me into the bedroom. He had it set up with a St Andrews Cross and a bed with leather restraints. Daddy pushed me to the St. Andrews Cross and used the restraints to strap me on standing with my back and cute supple boy butt facing the doorway. I felt his hands on my throat and as they trailed down my teenage skin, I got goosebumps. His hand rounded and cupped my ass pulling the meaty cheeks apart. “My little chubby fuckslut son. Gonna make a lot of dough off you queer.” He leaned in and kissed my neck tenderly. He smelled like a boy pig's wet dream, leather, which is my favorite scent. My Dad was an Alpha and not always so tender but he did show me some affection as his son. He left quickly. A half hour passed and my legs began to hurt and I needed to pee really bad. I heard the door creak open behind me and in walked the john. I couldn’t see him as my ass was to the door but I heard his footsteps as he moved up behind me. I heard his belt unbuckled and his trousers drop behind me to the floor. His voice rang out softly but commanding. “You must have a real good piece of ass for your Daddy to whore you out like this. How many men been up in that juicy teen bubble butt of yours? I am gonna enjoy myself whether you do or not. Your Pa did give special instructions that you are not to cum at all during this and that if you do, there will be consequences, so hold in your boy juice - if you can, bitch.” I heard the swish of the belt before it shocked my skin with a loud thwack. It hit my left cheek making it jiggle furiously with what felt like tiny needle stabs. I let out a cry that echoed around the room. “I am guessin your old man didn’t spare his rod, but we will certainly spoil the child.” The man laughed cruelly and let the belt fly again, simultaneously hitting both my butt cheeks. He snapped it again and it struck me square on my butthole. It felt like a massive sunburn, as my flesh heated up and my teen cock strained against the wood of the St. Andrews Cross. He layed into my bare butt for about five minutes until my ass was good and blistered and I knew I wouldn’t sit well for a day or so. The rough stranger approached me closer and I heard him wetting his fingers and spitting on them. He spit on my back and let a trail of it run down my buttcrack and over my exposed dick ditch. I struggled against my bonds as he handled me. His hands smacking and rubbing my sore tempered globes like a vicious animal. He pulled my head back by my hair and added further pressure to my knees making them buckle as he bit into my skin, leaving small marks. “Please sir, I am a good boy. Please don’t make me do this” I cried out as he undid my restraints and pushed me to the bed. “Listen you little piece of shit. I am only here to drain my dick up in your sweet teenage guts, so shut the fuck up with the crying like a little sissy faggot and spread yourself for me. Show me what every boy in your high school has already sampled you fucking cunt!” I reached back and spread for him showing him my puckering starfish. He groaned and rubbed the pad of his index and middle finger along it making it clench up. He roughly shoved his fingers in clawing at my soft rectum walls tearing them and making them bleed. My butthole was starting to give as he finally pressured in a circular motion against it with his poisonous cock. He spit on my hole and then leaned in sticking his perverted snaking tongue up my shitter. He pulled me apart and tasted me deeply, making sure to get me as wet as he likes his wife. Then he stood up and lined himself with my puckerhole. “This is gonna hurt boy….but feel free to make noise. I like my boys moaning in pleasure and pain. I am gonna spear that sweet little teen hole. Gonna open you up for business boy, ruin you for these other men. Even your own Pa won’t be able to get off in you like you want him too cause you will be so fucked out. Just a washed up slutty boy with a loose hole. And maybe a little something extra to remember me by.” His chiding and threats made my dick harder and rivulets of my salty teen semen ran down over my nuts. I looked around as his hand left my hair. This guy had to be around 6’ 0” with a strong muscular build and a decent sized uncut babymaker. His face showed signs of wasting so I wondered if the guy was just old or what. It was oozing precum as he forced me down face first onto the bed with his rough and sinister intentions. He circled the head of his prick around, lubing up my hole with his slimy toxic prefuck. He then let his weigh push against me and send the head burning through my clenched tearing ring. I clawed the bed and tried to escape as he inched further into my insides. He pushed me down again roughly smacking the back of my head and not allowing my limp cock to harden against the soft sheets and firm mattress below me. I bit down into my hand as he inched up even more. It felt like this guy’s cuncut hog was gonna come through my stomach at any second. Finally he hilted his big rod at home in my guts. He laughed down at me, mocking me and calling me nasty fucked up things as he begin to inch back out. “Gonna rip you open like a virgin on prom night boy. Then I am gonna shoot all twenty-five bucks of my goo into you, my fuckin toxic boy cumdump.” I froze in fear as he mentioned toxic. I knew that that meant. This asshole was breeding me full of his AIDS juice. He was going to give me the death fuck, I would later get the fuck flu and other nasty complications and perhaps go on to infect others as a whore for my Daddy. I couldn't get away, but maybe I didn't want to. He slapped my ass as he fucked into me and rode me for all I was worth which was apparently only twenty-five bucks. My Daddy sure had a sick sense of humor. I bet it got his Daddy dong nice and hard thinking about me being used for only a small amount of money. I wonder if my Dad knew that this guy had the bug. I was his sweet little sub son and he wanted to fuck me up in many ways so I guessed he had arranged for it to happen, which made me even more turned-on. I felt the man begin to breath hard on my neck as he hilted himself and I felt a huge amount of his noxious biohazard spunk filling and washing against my torn guts. He kept slamming into me even with his softening cock. His cockhead slamming into my sweet boy button deep inside. I fought to control it but my neg nuts started to empty all over the sheets the last negative load of my life. I had done my sticky business all over Daddy’s sheets. He was going to be furious. I cowered in shame that I could not hold my end of my Dad’s orders. The man pulled out of me with a wet cummy plop and his spooge rolled down out of my pouty fucked hole along my thigh and down over my nuts. I looked well used with pinkish tainted spooge running out down my thighs but that wouldn’t be enough to sate Daddy’s anger. The john smiled down at me with a satisfied smile and rolled me over. His words hit me like a time bomb “I thought I felt you go when I was inside you. Fucking ingrateful little teen slut. I am telling your father and for good measure just because I am a sweet guy, I am gonna tell him what a useless fuck you were and how I had to work for my own nut. Have fun getting punished faggot and have fun spreading my AIDS bug, as you can see I am far along and on no meds with a super high viral load that will rip through your entire body. I will be visiting again for a discounted rate…and to reinfect, believe me.” As quickly as he came, the man left me there. I tried to clean up as much of my boyjuice as I could with my mouth and tongue on the sheets. My flared rectum now looked like a fucked out rosebud cunt and was still spitting his load out as I heard Daddy come storming in behind me. “You embarrassed me!” His voice clapped like thunder and shook me to the core. I turned over, frightened and glued in place as he came down on top of me like a swarm of bees. He slapped me hard across my cheek creating a sting and then his hands tightly clasped my face. “I gave you specific order not to cum boy, Did I not?” My father spoke in a quiet menacing tone. I nodded yes to him and felt his finger wiggle up to my sloppy butt. He dug three fingers straight into me to the knuckle causing me to groan and working the poz nut into my asswalls. “Next time slut, you obey what your Daddy tells you. I provide for you and clothing and feed you. I have to put up with a lot, and boy I am tired of it. You will listen." He roughly turned me over and laid into me with his hand so that his pain was my pain. His hand had to have been hurting the way he tore into my sweet teen butt. It was rosy red and really sore. Daddy lay down in bed with me and looked at me. “Do you know why I turned you out to that poz dude for only twenty-five dollars son?” His voice shifted to concern for my feelings. “I wanted to remind you of your place to me as Alpha of this house. You are worth more to me than any money. I love you sweet boy. You were always the quiet one, like your slut of a mother. You are also naturally a whore just like her as well. I knew you would get bugged so I figured why wait. I will still be pimping your ass out to the lowest bidder but that is just because Daddy has been taping you and wants to witness first had your descent into true queer pigdom. You are Daddy's little cumdump cocksleeve boy.” He chuckled softly in my ear. He kissed my head and tucked me in, but not before a taste of my royally fucked and infected seeping hole. “Sweet dreams my little poz slut. Tomorrow you have a big day. I have a client roster filled with a hung black dude, a trucker bear gangbang and also a smelly homeless dude wanted a go. Sweet dreams baby boy.” He turned off the light and shut the door leaving me to myself. I masturbated furiously thinking of my Dad making love to me and adding his Daddy milk to the toxic load that was soaking into my body. I imagined him taking his time and being rough in a sweet way. I climaxed all over my hand and quickly ate my tainted boyspunk. I imagined infecting my Dad, rolled over and pondered what my life would be like without him.
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Berlin cumdump visiting São Paulo in November and looking for pig bros, poz breeders and hot cum parties / groups. Staying in apartment near Republica. Telegram: @sevaBER
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Prologue You’d never be able to tell by the way that I look that the cute little twink next door with the perfect boyfriend was a deviant cock whore that craved nothing more then to be filled with cum as much as possible. My cum lust was going to be my downfall. Here I was freshly 19 chained to a sling getting my tight hole pounded by a hung daddy. “Yeah boy take my cock you slutty little faggot” said the daddy. Behind him there was a line of men forming all waiting for a chance to get in my hole and fill me with cum. “Oh god daddy, please fuck me. I’m yours, make me yours please.” I said. “Oh yeah baby keep begging like that and I’m gonna cum.” Growled Daddy. “Please Daddy give me your cum.” I begged. “Mmm. Fuck baby I love your hole I’ve been waiting for this for weeks. What kind of cum am I gonna give you?” Asked Daddy. “Poz cum daddy.” I replied. “Oh you’re gonna get it boy. I’m about to Poz your stupid neg faggot ass. Are you ready for it boy?” Questioned Daddy. “Yes. Please daddy Poz me. Make yours forever, ruin me. Knock my faggot ass up daddy.” I responded.
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I had unprotected sex today with a top who was HIV positive since 2003 and he told me he cannot transmit the virus now. He said once he was taking 38 pills but now only takes 1. I said no to him for sex but while foreplay I lost control of my mind and let him fuck me for like 5 strokes. I'm sure he didn't cum but I'm a virgin and know my asshole is a weak sucker for diseases. I'm very stressed. Shall I take PEP? If yes, where can I get it in a Berlin, Germany? I'm new to Germany and don't know German. -
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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"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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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?
