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My first attempt to write after many hours of enjoyable reading. I had help from someone one here who serves (hehe) as the titular character. Cheers. Where are the female bug chasers? You see that question asked on a bareback breeding site. You stumbled on it while searching through gay porn. Porn for you is about cocks. All sex to you is about cock. So, you watch a lot of gay porn. You’ve been reading these stories while masturbating for a while now. You’ve gotten more and more focused on it. You’ve always taken cock raw. A while ago you got some kind of infection- a minor thing, easily treated. But it sparked something in you. You liked how it made you feel. Dirty. When you discovered bug chasing porn you couldn’t think of anything else. First stories, then videos. You’d finger your self furiously while watching some gay guy beg for his hole to be pozzed. You always came while the top shot his poz cum, imagining being that bottom, willingly taking a toxic load. Then I found you. Seeing a post where you talked about being willing to take poz cum. You weren’t actively seeking out the bug, but if it happened you’d be fine with it. You quickly responded when I contacted you on the site. You saw ‘Poz’ in my screen name, and it sent a small charge straight through your body. After connecting on a messaging app, the chatting began. I asked you what you were about. You said you were a cum slut looking to get pozzed. You’d quickly moved past willing to be pozzed to thinking about wanting it. Over the next few days the messages flew back and forth. The more we chatted the darker it got. The darker it got the hotter you got. You’d had risky sex for ever, but never actively tried to get anything. Now it was all you could think of. I made sure you knew what you were seeking out. No hiding behind euphemism. You had to convince me you wanted to be infected, sickened and eventually to die from toxic cum taking over your body. You grew more and more turned on. You edged yourself reading those words, imagining it happening to you. It is what you most want. You truly want to serve cock more than you want to live. You have always loved being used. You feel the most yourself when you are filled with cock. You are happiest when you are filled with cum. Your growing desire to be pozzed is a desire for cum to take you over. You imagine it entering your pussy, getting into your bloodstream, taking hold, taking over. It all makes you crazy. You know you shouldn’t want this. How can you get so turned on imagining being infected, getting sick. Dying. You know it is nuts, but you can’t deny your body craving it. It makes me crazy too. I know I shouldn’t want what I want. I can’t help how turned on I feel when you so eagerly offer yourself up as a sacrifice. You aren’t just willing, you are enthusiastic. The sacrificial whore, dreaming of being literally fucked to death. We agree to meet. It is going to really happen. I show you my viral load test and it is high. The hotel room is booked. Once you enter that room you know you won’t turn back. You look at yourself naked in the mirror. You see yourself as what you want to be. You head to your date. You arrive at the hotel room. As instructed, you enter and take off your clothes. You kneel in front of me, seeing my cock bulging in my jeans. You look up at me, your heart starting to race. You ask if you can touch my cock. I tell you to wait, to look at it straining against the denim. Notice how big it is. Think about what it will be doing to you, what you need it to do to you. I say you can touch it. You reach out and feel it rock hard. Your pussy is flooded. Your body is aching in a way you’ve never felt. ‘Why should I give you this gift?’ I ask. ‘Do you deserve it?’ ‘I only deserve it if you decide so,’ you reply quickly. ‘I wants it. I need it. I’ll do anything to feel it.’ ‘Your cock,’ you continue, ‘makes me want to fully surrender. I want to feel the full power of being opened up and filled by it. I am a dirty, filthy, cum slut. I have sucked and fucked many cocks. It is who I am. It is who I need to be.’ ‘If you decide I am worthy, I will surrender my pussy to you. You will own it, own me forever. I want so bad to be marked by you, to have your cum in me forever.’ ‘That is a good start,’ I say. ‘Taking your poz load would be the greatest moment of my life,’ you continue. I live for cock. I love how it makes me feel. Physically as it opens my empty hole, completing me. I love its selfish nature, love to be shown exactly who I am meant to be. I deserve to be used.’ ‘Cock and cum are my life, and should be my downfall, my death. I want your cock to be the powerful weapon that sends me into rapture and grabs me from the inside and takes over my body.’ ‘I want your cum to fully take over my body. First to fill my pussy and my mouth and my ass- then to enter my bloodstream and move throughout my bod. I want to feel it changing me, taking control of my fate.’ I tell you to take my cock out. Your heart races even faster as you see my cock IRL for the first time. You feel yourself growing more excited and your body feels on fire. You take my cock into your mouth. You taste my flesh, smell my crotch. There is a small drop of precum, which you eagerly lick. It tastes so good as you have the first small exposure to my toxic cum. It isn’t enough. You start sucking my cock. You are a slut so you know what you’re doing. As you feel my cock swelling in your mouth, you’ve never wanted to feel a cock shoot in your mouth more. At the same time you don’t because you need it in your pussy. I tell you it’s time. I ask one last time if you are ready, if this is what you want. ‘I’ve never wanted anything more.’ You reply. ‘I am ready to be converted. I give my pussy over to you. I give my body over to you. I give my life over to you. To be brought down by your beautiful cock would be the best fate I could ask for. I live to serve cock, and I am more than willing to die for it.’ ‘How would you like me?’ You ask. ‘On your back. I want to look at your face when you receive my gift.’ You comply. It is your nature. You’ll do anything you are told. You are powerless. You spread you legs and I climb on top of you. You look up and me and my hard cock over you. You reach up and grasp my shaft and pull it toward you. You moan. You begin to breathe harder. ‘I need it in me now’ ‘please fuck me, cum in me.’ My cock enters you. You feel everything dissolve but your pussy and my cock. Your empty hole is filled with cock ready to unleash its toxic seed into you. You buck up against me. Your pussy throbbing trying to pull the cum right out of me. Suddenly you look up at me. We lock eyes. You know it is about to happen. You can feel my cock grow inside you. You are past the point of no return. Your head swirls as you prepare to submit your ultimate self to me. I tell you it is time. I am going to cum. You are going to take my hot toxic cum in your slut hole. It is going to flood your hole. My cock spasms as I shoot my cum in your neg hole. I’ve been edging while waiting for you, so my load is huge. You feel it hit you pussy walls and begin to leak. You look up at me. You see who made you and will unmake you. You lie there, panting. You focus in on the feeling of the hot cum in your pussy. You tell your body to let it in. You imagine it crossing in to you- through your pussy, into your bloodstream. Although the fuck flu is some time off, you can just tell it has taken. You aren’t scared. You are ready.
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“So you think you need to know what happens now, boy? Now that DAD has FINALLY shoved this POZ-ROD deep in your ass! How long have you been dreamin about this night? Three months? Four? All that time you have been sitting at home late at night on-line jerking-off, watching DADDY stroking THIS on the webcam? Craving it like you have NEVER needed or wanted anything in your life? You should have seen the huge smile on your pig-face when that first hot load of POZ exploded in your hungry, bloody ass! Look at you. Kneeling here naked, your hair and beard smelling of spit and sweat and DADDY-piss, your nips hot, raw, pink and swollen so pretty. And you told DADDY you didn’t think you were into nip-play? Guess DADDY is gonna have to spank you again for lying about how much of a fuck-monkey you turned into when DADDY got your ass up in the sling, shoved your dirty jock-strap in your mouth soaked in poppers, and DADDY grabbed those hot pig-boy nips hard; your hairy cub-thighs up on DADDY’s broad shoulders while THE COCK worked its magic on your tight neg boy-hole! So what happens next? DADDY is gonna throw you out in about ten minutes and your gonna drive home to your wife tonight with that new buttplug up your bloody Poz-injected ass and hope you can get in the door and into the shower before she gets a whiff of the sweat and piss and man-sex all over you. And then in the morning you have to hope she doesn’t get a look at your beet-red ass and gaping fuck-hole. Then you're gonna crawl into bed with that wife tonite, your twitching hole and your sore tits are just gonna turn you on again. You're gonna lay there wide awake, hard as an 18 year old boy, and ask yourself what happened? How in the hell did a perfectly respectable 50 year old married man with two kids end up like this? How the hell did you become a crazy fool for a DADDY-bear’s POZ-cock and wanting only to be his complete slave? Is that what you really are? After taking all this time to build up the courage to face the fact that you are nothing but a cock-hungry pig, only happy when you are on your hands and knees, naked, sore, soaked in man-piss and spit on, licking DADDY’s boots and finally trained to drink my piss. How are you ever gonna go back to your boring, empty, meaningless existence? You haven’t felt this alive since the first time you jerked off at age 14, have you? So now you're gonna go back home and even before you get back to your front door you're gonna wish you had never left. You're gonna lay awake at night and wonder if DADDY’s nasty seed is doing its magic in your blood and turning you into that kinky fuck-pig you know you are, deep down inside, ever since the first day you saw another guy’s cock. By tomorrow you will have sent DADDY four e-mails begging for more! It will seem like forever, but someday soon you are gonna be right back here, naked, soaked in piss and sweat, sore ass, tits and abused cock and balls and you will beg DADDY to train you, use and finish the job of taking away all the doubts and illusions about who you really are. You will be tied up and spanked, taught to suck cock for hours on end, and drink every damn drop of DADDY’s nasty man-piss and not dribble it all over the floor like you did tonight. You will know the pleasure of being just a pair of holes and a body for DADDY's total use. You will finally know what it means to be an owned-slave who exists ONLY to have his body, mind and spirit used for a MASTER’s dark, intense, greedy pleasures. Your tits will be the size of wax beans and your balls will be stretched so far you're gonna be afraid they will fall off. In a few weeks, when the fuck flu finally claims you, that wonderful evil fire consumes your your flesh, that sickly fever, burns the last doubts out of you that you are anything but DADDY’s Poz-pig, you will crawl back for more. More fucking, more abuse, more humiliation and training to keep DADDY happy. That’s what’s gonna happen boy. That’s where you are headed now that DADDY has finally gotten those Poz-loads in your guts to match the infection in your mind, the bug of your complete submission. It’s a little late to ask now if you are ready. It's only a question of if you are finally ready to accept your fate.” The ‘boy’ kneeling on the floor was obviously not the person he was six months earlier…. SIX MONTHS EARLIER Aiden was always shy around other men’s bodies, not so much because he was interested in them, but because he was so embarrassed by his own, or so he told himself. Not muscular or particularly good looking in college, he avoided as many of the usual ‘men getting physical’ situations as possible, taking golf for exercise and making sure he was alone when in the bathroom or showers of his dorm. In his junior year of college, Aiden met a shy, attractive woman in his advanced corporate accounting classes and within 18 months they were married. After quietly working for fifteen years in the mid-sized office of a Big Ten accounting firm, with two adult daughters at home, Aiden met Billy- a new office intern who was handsome, charming and soon the most popular man in their section of the department. But Aiden felt profoundly ill-ease around Billy, and he had no real idea why. In Aiden’s mind Billy reminded him of someone in his past, and that vague reminder made Aiden very nervous. Billy was soon getting everyone in their department out for drinks on Wednesday nites to relax and let their hair down. At first, Aiden avoided being asked to join the crowd on Wednesday, and then when Billy finally cornered him waiting at the elevator one Tuesday nite in front of 6 co-workers, Aiden smiled weakly and agreed to go out the next nite for drinks. After 3 beers, Aiden was headed for the can, dreading taking a piss in a public restroom. He quickly felt his piss-shyness take charge as there was only urinals available. Aiden had no sooner gotten down his zipper and was fumbling to extract his very shrunken penis, when Billy comes crashing through the door and they find themselves alone as the noise from the bar droned on. “So A-…..” Billy shouted his usual greeting to Aiden as Billy walked quickly up to the urinal, pulling out his cock even before he got close to the wall, “How long is the wife gonna let you stay out getting drunk with the guys tonite?” Billy smiled revealing those slightly crooked canine teeth and leaned over. Aiden was distracted by the sound of Billy’s piss hitting the water in the base of the urinal and he could smell the cigarettes on Billy’s breath. “And how do you keep your pretty wife happy with THAT?” Billy laughed as he recklessly reached around the thick plastic divider between the urinals got his muscular hand close enough to get some of the piss that was dribbling out of Aiden's shriveled prick on his hand. Billy chucked to himself as he shook his somewhat swollen manhood at the urinal spraying the last of his beer-piss everywhere, saying” You just let Billy here know when you’re ready to learn how to use that little thing, dude,” slapping Aiden square on his cock. Later that night, at home in bed with his sleeping wife, Aiden thought about the ‘Billy encounter’ that evening and realized to his horror that this was the first time a man had ever touched his privates. He wasn’t sure what he felt. Obviously, he was embarrassed, but he was not sure why. And why was he laying here wide awake in the middle of the night thinking about all this anyway? The longer Aiden thought about it the more he noticed another feeling around the edges. He suddenly felt like he was eighteen again. Why would his mind go back there? He also noticed that the more he thought about Billy’s scents: the vague aroma beer as his piss sprayed all over the urinal, that stale smoke smell of Marlboro cigarettes on his breath as Billy almost shouted those words in Aiden’s ear: “You just let Billy here know when you’re ready for me to show you how to use that little thing, dude.” Now Aiden had a new feeling in his body – his own little cock was getting as stiff as he was back when he was that 14-year-old. His shock was soon overwhelmed by the pure pleasure he felt as he slowly fondled himself and finally got out of bed and went downstairs to the family room. He could not settle down. His hard-on was relentless. For the first time in years he had to masturbate in the dark, sitting on the bathroom toilet with Billy’s voice in his head. Aiden tried his best to forget the whole episode in the men’s room and didn’t really see much of Billy around the office for the rest of the work week. He didn’t think much about it over the weekend as he and his wife were out of town with one of their daughters and her family. (to be continued)
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I grew up as a fan of pro wrestling. Maybe it was the theatrics of it all that appealed to me, or maybe the fact that it featured oiled-up muscle guys in skimpy lycra that helped me figure out at a young age I was gay. Whatever the reason, after years of watching it, I decided to get into the business side of it. For the past few years, I’ve owned and operated a pro wrestling company -- we scout and hire talent, rent the venues, sell the tickets, find sponsors, and hold events. I do this monthly, have a few friends and staff (all straight, as best I can tell) who help behind the scenes, and we make decent money from it in the process. Most of our events draw about 500 screaming, rabid, loyal fans. Yes, it’s all staged, but it’s a good time, the participants are genuine athletes, and they take it seriously. A lot of the younger ones – usually the ones in their late teens or early 20s – aspire to make wrestling a full-time job, reach the big-time (i.e. WWE), and wrestle in places like Madison Square Garden with millions of people watching them on TV. For these younger guys, they’re willing to sacrifice a lot to get a shot. They train hard, and they’re in the gym every day – and their bodies show it. Some of them really will do anything to get their shot, which is good for me and for them. Quickly, a little about me: I’m 51, white, 6-2, 190 lbs., graying hair, decent shape with decent looks and a thick, meaty cock. I came out about 15 years ago, and a poz leather daddy acquaintance of mine converted me about 5 years ago. I wasn’t chasing, and I hadn’t planned for it to happen, but once Daddy had me on my back with my legs over his shoulders, I felt powerless to stop him from breeding me. I came down with the fuck flu, and after briefly going on meds, I gave them up within a few months. I assume my viral load at this point is sky-high, which is how I intend to keep it for a while. After going off meds, I felt a transformation sexually: I went from being a vers guy with an average sex drive to being a power-hungry bareback top who stops at nothing to breed cute young guys (my weakness is the jock, college-boy type with a daddy fetish). The power of infecting a young, healthy jock is more of a rush than any drug out there. They usually either assume I’m neg and/or insist on a condom, which magically either breaks, slips off, or never even leaves the wrapper. Oops. I figure I’ve pozzed several of these naïve boys so far, and it fuels my need to find more. It turns out that the business of pro wrestling is the perfect place for it. When booking the wrestling talent for my events, I try to feature a good mix that will please the crowd and sell tickets: usually a couple of bigger, brawler types; maybe a couple of females; one or two silly, quirky types; and a few of the young, fit, boy-next-door gym bunny 20-somethings to appeal to the gays and the girls. Variety is good for ticket sales. Some of the wrestlers know I’m gay, but most probably don’t. I just don’t talk about it, and I don’t do much to make it obvious. I’ve also steered clear of being overtly flirtatious at my events, although I’m sure some of the wrestlers have caught my eyes lingering a little too long when they’re changing clothes, and I’ve been known to occasionally give away a free ticket to the particularly hot guys standing in the ticket line. But most definitely, none of them know I’m poz and carrying a potent, toxic virus ready to be shared at any moment. One of my favorites on the roster is Cody. He’s a naïve country boy who lives about an hour away, and he loves working with our company and often comes to me for advice on how to improve himself and make it to the big-time. I’ve earned his trust by working together for a while, and I’ve felt almost like a father figure to this kid since I’ve started working with him. He’s 19, single, straight, and clearly proud of his tanned, athletic body. Probably half of his pics on social media are either shirtless or gym selfies. At 5-9 and roughly 180 pounds, he looks god-like in his tight wrestling trunks, and even better post-match when he’s dripping sweat. His brown hair, amazing green eyes, and smooth, tanned, toned body make the girls and gays swoon. He’s the rare type who makes clingy spandex look good. Cody is desperate to work full-time as a wrestler and get his face in front of WWE scouts. The fact that I actually have connections to a couple of those scouts is a big, big plus for my exploits, and I made it clear to Cody that if he plays his cards right, I could put in a very good word for him and get him a tryout in front of some big-time names. I could make his dream of being on TV come true. After seeing him wrestle and lusting after him at one of my recent events, and seeing how his ass gloriously filled out his tight black trunks (with a white jock strap peeking out the sides at times), I decided to see exactly how badly he wanted that tryout and my recommendation. I asked him to come to the venue early for the next event so we could discuss his future. He accepted eagerly. As some of the crew was setting up the ring and getting things in place, Cody arrived at the venue with his gym bag in hand and found me near a set of bleachers. Wide-eyed and freshly pumped from a gym session, he was eager to hear my advice on furthering his career. We walked to the locker room (still empty for another hour or so) and stepped into an adjacent storage room, where we found two chairs. I arranged them so that we’d be facing each other, and we began to chat. His gold, mesh gym shorts and white t-shirt showed off his tan muscled legs, broad shoulders, and athletic chest, and I tried to not stare. Besides, I’d be seeing him naked within minutes.
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Moderator's Note: "Race Play" is a thing. It's fine as a fantasy in fictional stories. It's NOT OK in real life unless both people are into it. FIRST TIME STORY. Its fiction so be kind in your critique. The nigger texted my dad. Jack make yourself free and give me a call. Jack excused himself, said he needed to run an errand and left his wife at the dinner table. A groveling masculine voice answered. The nigger told my dad, I know you can tell by voice I’m not some sissy white man, but a big dick nigger. I’m sending you a pic to your phone. Look at it. Any guesses what that is, yeah it’s my big dick breaching the hole of a hairy white man’s ass. Try and keep your dick in your pants, that poor white hole is your son’s. Yeah, I’ve been tracking him for a while. Knew he was the son of yours, knew you hated us niggers, thought nothing funnier that ruining his hole with nigger dick and knocking him up with so much nigger seed you’ll be having black grand babies for years. You should have told him that wearing tight wranglers only makes that fat ass he inherited from you even more tempting. Wasn’t’ hard to get a bunch of my buddies to want to fuck him after I showed them pics. Even more wanted to join after I told him his daddy was a nigger hating cop. Was easy to get him back to my basement. Dumb kid thinks with his dick, goes to the bookstore to get his dick sucked through the gloryholes once a week. He really should have made sure the door was locked. Was easy for Vince to get into the booth. Kids pants were already down to his boots, and ass exposed. Vince says he was shocked when he saw this rough faced black beast come into his booth. And even more shocked when he felt Vince lean into his back and force Josh’s cock deeper into the mouth on the other side of the gloryhole. Kid was distracted by the deep throating long enough to not notice Vince grabbing a shard form his pocket and see him spit on his finger. but he certainly didn’t miss that shard being shove roughly up his hole. Apparently dumb bitch tried to buck Vince away at that point. Once that shit was absorbed it was easy to manipulate him. Pulled his jeans back up and drove him in his pretty new truck back to my place. Whore was glassy eyed by the time we got him inside. Feeling so euphoric he didn’t question anything just followed 5 dark brothers into my dingy basement. He sat like a little obedient bitch on that ratty couch between two buddies. They just got smirks on their faces and ripped his shirt off, pulled his boots off, yanked his jeans off too. Kid must have a jock fetish cause he was wearing a grey jock. We did care about his dick so we left that on. I told my boys to put his cowboy boots back on him. I wanted to rest them on my shoulder next to my face. I wanted him to think of me every time he wore his boots, Think of the bull nigger that tore up his hole, raped him raw, breed him deep and knocked up him. You should have seen that pretty light hole swallow my cock. Ill give it to him he grunted and took the pain like a man. Once I had opened up him a little bit I grabbed my tina laced lube and coated my cock and plunged back into that bitch. I wanted him so high that he would associate new levels of pleasure with being filled by black cock. He took to his like fish to water the tina had him moaning in no time. Funny thing is your bitch son might be gay but he certainly doesn’t get fucked a lot, when I blew my charged up load into that hole and pulled out it was pink with blood. I literally tore him up. We all got a good laugh at that. My boys know I don’t shoot blanks, my loads been strong as shit ever since the meds got too expensive. After I dropped my nut it was a free for all. Nobody wasted their time with his mouth. All of us can get BJ anytime, we wanted some redneck ass. By the way, a good nigger always nuts in a hole, we spread our seed. Your boy took 12 loads last night. Now look closer at the pic. Notice how red and puffy that hole is, that’s what a bunch of big dicks will do over a few hours to a hole. We cunted your boy. Boy must be sore, and you must be eager to get us to stop using your son. Here is the deal. We know how much you hate niggers let alone fags, so you need to meet us at the preserve in 15 minutes. That is if you don’t want your cop buddies and fire department friends to see this shit. Don’t worry we won’t touch you, we just want to see your face as we defile your kid one last time.
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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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*This is my first attempt at writing on this site, and work in progress. After years of wanking I figured I may as well be creative too. Any similarities to actual people or events is entirely fictional.* My name is Josh, and this is the story of how I became Pup Maximus: a journey I’d always been on the road towards it seems since I was first introduced to kink many years ago, and which culminated in an unforgettable night that changed my life. Growing up I’d always been fortunate to be in an understanding family. We ate reasonably healthy at most meals, playing outdoors with other children was encouraged, and a moderately physical regimen of soccer and cross country in high school and college meant as an adult I’d adopted a lean, muscular physique. At 24, I’d graduated late from the university with an engineering degree and started a new job, spending much of my free time at the gym keeping up old habits and slowly branching out socially at work and in the local gay scene. I was wrapping up my gym routine on a Tuesday afternoon after work, finishing a 4-mile run on the treadmill when my phone beeped through my headphones to indicate I’d received a new text message. As I stopped the machine and finished wiping it down, I opened my phone to read the message as I walked to the locker room to shower. My buddy Bryan, a fellow kinkster and pup had messaged me, there was going to be a pup party with several handlers and masters this Saturday – was I going? I felt a reflexive thickening in my workout shorts as I finished reading the message as my cock responded to the animal instincts my pup side loved to revel in. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I opened my locker and disrobed, grabbing my towel and headed for the shower, pausing as we all do to admire the work years of effort had wrought in the mirror. At 6 foot even, I was 185 lbs of lean muscle, my white skin saw the sun when I ran outside but little otherwise. Appreciably sized arms and shoulders gave way to a mostly firm chest covered in a soft layer of brown fur, which trailed down my abs towards my cock, which sat in stark contrast to my thick bush. My hazel eyes glanced at my scruffy face. In a weeks time it might be a more presentable beard, but for now it was that slightly scraggly in-between, I made a mental note to clean it up a bit before this weekend. Admiring my firm ass for a moment I reached down and gave my cock a playful tug, savoring the momentary absence of other men in the locker room to pleasure myself. As I pulled the foreskin back across the head of my cock I felt it began to thicken and swell in response, my limp 5 inch cock slowly beginning its journey to it’s full 7 and a half inch erect size. I stepped away from the mirror into the shower and stroked under the water for a few minutes, enjoying the sensations in the post endorphin high from working out, thinking on Bryan’s text message. All of Bryan’s pup events he attended were always fun, and I’d become more comfortable with each passing one with being a pup, losing myself in the escape of it all, that unbound freedom to just be who I really was without needing to meet any of societies choking expectations, just cavorting away with my fellow animal minded men, thrusting into and being thrust into with them. I finished my shower, toweling off carefully to avoid spurring a repeated erect amid the locker room’s attendees, and as I got dressed I messaged Bryan back - I was up for going. We exchanged a few other texts: time, place, gear, expectations. I spent much of the rest of the week preparing for the event, trimming down the forest of my pubes to something more presentable, and trimmed the slowly forming beard so that it was cleanly defined. Bryan’s instructions had mentioned that there were to be strict rules regarding play at the party, pups were expected to serve the master that chose them for play and were asked not to cum for as long as possible before arriving. By Saturday evening I had a steady stream of precum leaking from my cock as I laid out my clothing for the night: a black and red pup hood, matching colored harness, jockstrap, socks, and sneakers. Red was always a power color for me, one that matched my sexual energy and aggression, on both sides of the equation. Donning my gear I stared in the mirror at the otter pup before me and felt my cock start to rise in my jock, my precum staining the fabric. Doffing my hood, I placed it into a backpack and donned jeans and a light jacket over my gear, then packed a few bottles of water, lube, condoms, and fresh poppers in my bag. Taking a deep breath to calm excited nerves, I locked my apartment and went to meet up with Bryan and attend the nights festivities. A brief subway hop took me to Bryan’s apartment, where his smiling face greeted me at the door as we shared a brief kiss as hello. Bryan is kind of my opposite, 6’3”, bearded but otherwise hairless, honey-brown skin, and a whopping 225lbs last he’d checked of burgeoning muscle. Just watching him pick up a glass of water and hand it to me memorized my eyes by the play of muscle under the skin. “Oye, pay attention damnit.” He said, laughing as he waved the glass of water in front of my face. I laughed nervously, taking the glass from him and taking a drink to pause and collect my thoughts before apologizing. “Sorry man, but you know what it’s like when you’ve not gotten one off in a few days. Everything becomes distracting.” That elicited a laugh from him before he exited to the bedroom to get dressed for the evening. I followed, laying on the bed as he stripped and exposed his muscular ass to me and his limp, seven inch cut cock. My own member stirred in my jock as I remembered the first time I’d felt his full 9 inches burrow deep inside me, the first time I’d ever been barebacked as a pup. We’d become best friends it seemed like ever since. Finishing his own prep, Bryan was the green to my red, a color that while I had no affinity for, was nonetheless calming in it’s shade, helping make the giant man he was something less intimidating. He growled at me playfully, cock rising steadily, and I gave him a questioning look. “It’s been a few weeks Josh, let me help you warm up for the evening.” Bryan moved purposefully towards me, flipping me over onto my stomach and tossed me my hood from my bag. Putting it on as he pulled down my jeans, I took a hit of poppers from the bottle on his nightstand and sighed as the world outside fell away and only my inner animal was allowed to remain. His wet tongue was at my hole first, slowly probing the entrance to my love canal while his strong hands kneaded my furry buns. A minute of this had his spit dripping down my taint and onto my balls, soaking the fabric with more than just my precum. He withdrew behind me and stood up and I felt the hefty slap of his swollen manhood against my hole. While not as thick as I was, nine inches is nine inches, and he waited patiently as I took a double hit of poppers before feeling him begin to work his way inside me. Steady pressure at first, as my body and mind fought with each other until with a gasp and stretch, I felt him move inside me, the head of his raw cock pushing into my ass as it had so many times before. A low, animal whimper and moan escaped my mouth as he slowly sank his shaft into my hungry hole. I grunted at the initial discomfort as he pushed past my second ring and came home, resting deep inside me, with his balls against my hole. I could feel him throbbing, fighting back the urge to cum, and I squeezed my ass around his shaft playfully, knowing even still his precum was leaking into me. “Hey that’s no fair Josh, I can’t cum either yet damnit.” Bryan gave a few gentle thrusts back and forth before withdrawing, leaving my empty, but desperately hungry inside. I flipped over, looking again at him with questioning eyes. “Well if you can’t finish what you started then when start pressing my buttons ya beautiful mutt?” While expressions are hard to tell beyond the cock of a head in a hood, I could tell he was grinning slightly, which gave way to a sheepish smile as he took off and packed his hood. “Well I wanted to see how deeply you prepared for one…and I always love spending time in you. You know that Josh, right? Tonight we wont get to play together but I wanted to have just a taste anyway.” I pulled off my own hood, packing it away as I pulled my jeans up and gave him a kiss. We’d decided long ago that a relationship wasn’t for us, but we still had moments like these that always seemed to give us both an awkward pause. “Anyway” he continued, “my understanding is that Masters are going to pick pups for the evening. Are you excited?” “I am” I replied, “though I’d be lying if I wasn’t slightly hesitant about taking orders from someone I don’t know. Are they all new, or some regulars?” “A mix I think, I know Dan and Patrick will be there” he responded. Dan and Patrick were friends we’d know for 5 months, a couple that enjoyed playing with others in and out of kink, but always topped. As we locked up his apartment and set out for our destination for the evening, I shivered slightly from the low seventies temperature outside and the excitement within me. Another subway hop and a brief walk brought us to a dimly lit, four story townhouse in what looked to be a nicer neighborhood, which caused me to relax slightly. A knock on the door of the residence left us waiting a minute before the door opened, revealing what was undoubtedly a Master. Leather clad head to toe was a man of Bryan’s stature, with a sizable bulge resting in his crotch. Likely Italian or Greek descent I thought to myself, with thick fur poking out from the top of his shirt and melting into a well groomed but equally thick beard, and deep brown eyes. We checked in politely with him, Bryan offering our names to be checked off, before we were invited to proceed inside, with instructions to head to the first room and get prepared. We did as ordered, entering the front room with curtain drawn and only a few candles for illumination. We disrobed from out street wear, tossing them into our bags, and I put a bottle of poppers on a chain around my neck as we donned our hoods. Thus in uniform, we reemerged to the main hallway to find our door greet and presumed host waiting. After a nod of approval, he motioned us to follow, leading us upstairs to a large loft area with several other individuals already present. Couches had been arrayed to face a series of five standalone circular ottomans, with several other Masters and handlers on the couches facing three other pups on all fours. “Red, you take the one on the end, green, take the other one.” Our hosts voice was deep, calm, self-assured, and above all else, commanding. The kind of voice that you found yourself agreeing with unconsciously, that never needed to yell or shout to get it’s point across. By the time I realized I’d registered what he’d said, Bryan and I were on all fours, waiting patiently. Our host walked to the middle of the room, taking a moment to ensure all eyes and ears were focused on him before he spoke again. “I am Master Marcus. Welcome to my home handlers, fellow Masters and Sirs, and of course, precious pups. Tonight is a night of exploration, where we each find one another and test the limits of what we are capable of. Pups, all we ask is you trust your superiors, and to obey without question. If you cannot do that, I invite you to gather your things and to leave now.” A pause hung in the air, a formal not of finality. After a few second, it seemed to pass and looks of approval seemed to register within the faces on the couches. Master Marcus snapped a finger and a handler came over with a small basket, which he began foraging around in. After a moment, he withdrew a strip of paper and stared at me. “It seems my boy, you and I will have the pleasure of one another’s company tonight.” Inside my jock, my cock began to leak again.
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The following story is fiction, but the premise is based on real life experiences. Needless to say, 2020 was off to a terrible start. Even without a global pandemic, life had become abysmally bad. My name is Mark. I had just turned 25. I grew up in New England. Small high school, team sports, honors and AP classes, etc. I went to a state school, did pretty well there majoring in a Pre-Med field but never took the step to follow through with medical school. After graduating I took a job at a prestigious R&D facility. The only problem was that it was located in my hometown. With 150 kids in my graduating class, you can imagine the gay scene left a lot to be desired, to say the least. I applied for months to other jobs, but finally after lots of interviews and being edged-out by someone else, I got one. So right after I turned 25 around Christmas I packed up and moved in with some old college friends in Boston with a spare room. The first few days were great. But things quickly went down hill. I bounced my car off a couple guardrails and got a DWI (being a straight edge kid from a rural town, I had never even gotten so much as a speeding ticket). My childhood friend committed suicide. The guy I had been dating for six months in Boston before the move decided to go back to his ex. And some of my friends decided that I was damaged goods after the DWI and never spoke to me again. I'd be lying if I said I didn't consider jumping into the harbor and ending it. Pre-social distancing, I was pretty active sexually. I'd have one or two hookups a week. I'm a bottom. I'm pretty average looking, brown hair, brown eyes, beard. I'm not fit but I'm not fat either. I've been told I'm actually very charismatic, which probably explains why I've managed to hook up and date guys way out of my league. But during this time I didn't really care about looks or anything else. Just their dicks. Most of them were one time things. I took them all and never used a condom. If I'm being honest I hadn't used condoms since I was 21. The youngest was an 18 year old hockey player at Harvard. The oldest was some grandpa in an alley near Methadone Mile. And everything in between. Blowjobs in club bathrooms, shady hotel sex, etc. I'm still amazed that I didn't catch anything. Looking back on it, I think I was channeling my depression into other outlets, mainly sex. By early February it was all finally too much. I was walking back to my apartment. A married guy had messaged me to come over from, he bred me then kicked me out saying his wife and kid were on their way home. It was pretty early and not very far, but it had turned windy and cold, so I ordered an Uber. Only instead of going home, I went downtown to a bar I liked. It was small, nothing special but that was why I liked it. I had a beer, then started walking along the water. I stopped and looked out over the black water for what seemed like forever before jumping over the railing that separated the sidewalk from the water. I closed my eyes and fell forward, the shock of the water sending knives of cold through my skin. I felt a strange sensation of moving back towards shore instead of farther out, and suddenly felt myself on dry land. "Are you okay? Stay with me, don't fall asleep", a low but warm voice said. That's when I turned my head and saw Michael, the man that would change my life in more ways than one in the coming weeks. ........................................ This is my first time writing. Kind of a long preamble but setting the stage for later. Feedback appreciated.
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Chapter 1: My Backstory Growing up I had a terrible childhood. Both of my parents were abusive towards me and degraded me every chance they got. School wasn't any better. I was picked on for being smaller than the other kids my age. Girls would laugh at me and the boys kicked my ass every chance they got. I guess my testosterone levels were low because I had a feminine voice even after hitting puberty. My penis didn't grow hardly any after puberty. At 16 I got a job at one of the local fast food restaurants. Luckily it was within walking distance of my house. My manager was a cool guy. He seemed to take an instant liking to me. One evening as we were closing up my manager Bill came up behind and just barely touched my back and I fell down in pain. He knew something wasn't right so in front of a couple of other employees he had me lift my shirt and that's when the abuse I had suffered for so many years came to light. He immediately called the police on my parents and they were arrested within the hour. Having nowhere to go Bill asked the police if it was ok for him to watch over me. They saw no problem with it. That night after arriving at Bill's house he had me tell him everything. My home life, school, and any other thing I could tell him. After telling him everything I sobbed like a little baby. He gave me a hug and said everything would be ok. He did tell me he was gay and asked me if that bothered me. It didn't. I was just thankful for him for saving me. A couple of weeks went by and I was withheld from school so I could heal. After taking time off from work and school I was beginning to heal up. One day during my healing process Bill received a letter saying my parents would be on trial the following week. Honestly I didn't want to see them again but with Bill's help I was able to testify in court. My parents were both found guilty on several charges and sentenced to 40 years a piece in prison. At the end of the trial there was an emergency hearing to determine where I would now be living. Bill stepped up and said he had no problem with me living with him. The court asked me if that was ok and I said yes. Also on the courts suggestion I was to be immediately pulled from school for my own protection. Normally that's unheard of but seeing that the teachers at the school weren't willing to protect me then there was no other choice but to pull me out. As we left the courthouse Bill asked me if I would call him Daddy now. Being naive I didn't realize what this would mean in the future. I agreed to call him Daddy from now on. Looking back it seemed only right. As we drove home he told me that I didn't have to work at the restaurant any longer. My job was to take care of our home and him. I just nodded my head and said Yes Daddy. Daddy took really good care of me and his friends seemed to like me as well. I was definitely enjoying being a Daddy's Boy. When my 18th birthday rolled around Daddy asked me what I wanted. I was so grateful to him already for being my Daddy that I innocently told him that all I wanted to do was please him forever. Daddy took this in a whole other way. I was about to find out that Daddy had been grooming me for the last two years to truly be his boi.
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Years ago...like probably 7 or 8 years ago... I had finally succumbed to my need for cock and cum. At the time I was in my mid-30's, married with 2 boys, decent looking furry guy, bearish, 5'10" 170# and nice fat 7" bone that blasted big loads. And I was (and still am) a minister in an evangelical mega-church. Not a well-known one and small in comparison to alot of them. My slide into gay sex started like alot of guys like me - checking out dick pics, then porn, then furtive hook ups in parks and tearooms far enough away from home not to be recognized. I loved nothing more than sliding my lips over a fat dripping cock sliding through a hole in a cubicle or toilet stall or porn store booth. I progressed from fucking with condoms to fucking bareback as a top. The first raw fuck I ever had was with a legal high school kid in a public park. He watched me walk into the wooded area behind the toilets and followed. He was about 5' 8, br/br, buzz cut and smooth torso. No six-pac but fit and firm. I stopped about 50 yds into the trees and pulled out my hardening cock. He wasted no time, stripping off his shirt as he approached me and sliding his board shorts off as he stepped in front of me. So young and smooth and oozing sex. I wanted him...bad. We started making out, sucking each others cocks, he started feeding me poppers. When I was flying and moaning like a whore he flipped around and backed his sweet hole onto my bone - all the way to the root in one swift motion. His ass was so firm and round and fuckable. And it was cummy. I didn't realize it at the moment. His hole was just slick and warm and I was so buzzed on poppers I didn't give a fuck about rubbers. I pounded his sweet hole. Pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in. Speeding up and slowing down. Grinding in circle. He was moaning and spewing more filthy talk than I had ever heard. "Breed me. Rape my boyhole. Make me your bitch. Pretend I'm your son and your forcing me to take it." Making it last until I couldn't hold back I blasted cum up in him for what seemed like a full 5 minutes. Cum was dripping out of his hole. I stayed in him and kept fucking til I slipped out. He spun around and cleaned off my cock. He was still hard and dripping. As he cleaned my cock, he started tongue-washing my balls. He turned me around and in my poppers/post orgasm haze I didn't resist. He passed me the poppers and started eating my ass. I hit the brown bottle hard. Fuck. I had never felt so good. His tongue pushed deeper and deeper into my hole. He added a finger then two. I hit the poppers hard again, pretty sure I knew what was coming but I couldn't stop it. He stood and placed his hard cock at my hole just as a wave of poppers rushed over me. He pushed in slow and steady . I moaned, "Fuck me, boy! Fuck me." And he did. He started slow but sped up quickly. His cock banged my prostate hard and my cock popped back up. He pounded for I don't know how long. I was blissed out and could only feel his cock and his hot torso against my back. At some point my cock exploded and I was shooting jizz onto the ground without touching myself. He straightened up, grabbed my hips and moaned, "I'm breeding your hole. Take my load. Take my babies faggot." And he came up my ass pulse after pulse. His cock pushed deep into my body. I was letting him. Begging him for it. Hitting the poppers again. I felt like I was one with some part of myself I had never experienced before. The kid shuddered a few times and his cock slipped out of my ass. Before I could recover enough to turn around he had his shorts up and was heading out of the park. My ass was dripping cum as I watched him moving off and all I could think was, "What did I just do?" and "Fuck, I want more....now." He had left the poppers behind and as I dressed myself and caught my breath, I decided it was time to head to the porno store the next town over. I got back to my car and there was note on the windshield. It read: "Hey dude, great fuck. Loved taking your load. Just so you know, I already had three loads in my hole when you fucked me and I have HIV. And no meds. Enjoy the gift faggit." (more to cum)
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Note: This story is a work of fiction. I wanted to write a story that involved a married couple but there is no straight sex involved. Part 1: Coming Out I grew up in a fairly Christian home. Gay people were headed to hell as far as my family was concerned. As my teenage years came on I realized I was bisexual but didn’t dare tell my family. I played around with men when I turned 18 but maintained a girlfriend as well. Three days after turning 21 I was married. Not a great marriage because I needed something more. Sex was vanilla at best. Fast forward 11 years and the wife wants a divorce. Ok sort of heartbroken because of the kids but now maybe I could explore my bi side some more. I had a cousin(female) who for some reason I always held her on a pedestal. But because of her previous marriage I still had to maintain my alpha male image in my mind. The ex spread stories of me being gay and into she males as well. Unbeknownst to me my cousin wasn’t turned off by this. I played around with men and women for several years. One night while visiting my cousin at her work something inside of me changed. I was in love with my cousin. But I knew I still craved cock. One thing led to another and seven months later we were married. Sex was and still is great. But hiding the secret of being bi was causing me serious harm. The stress was literally killing me. So with her nudging I confessed everything. From that moment on things just got better. I always considered myself submissive so with her guidance I submitted to her. She is now my Gorgeous God and I am her Pet. One night she asked me my deepest darkest fantasy. I told her I wanted to be fucked and pozzed by a man with HIV. Instead of her being disgusted and repulsed she got this wicked grin on her face. Within a couple of minutes she was on the phone with a male friend of hers. An hour later he was at our front door. She greeted him and then had me undress him. He sat on the couch while I got between his legs and started sucking his cock. He was average length around 6 inches but thick. I had no trouble deep throating him. I gave him the best blowjob imaginable with my Gorgeous God looking on. Doing this in front of her turned me on completely. After about 15 minutes of me sucking his cock he bent me over the couch and rammed his cock up my ass. Thank my Gorgeous God for the butt plugs. I actually took him quite easily. He fucked me hard and fast and within a few minutes he shot a nice warm thick load up my ass. After he finished my Gorgeous God inserted a butt plug up my ass to keep his load inside me. He got dressed and left saying he’d love to do this again. After he left my Gorgeous God informed me that he indeed had HIV and that I would be taking his load regularly until I converted. She led me into the bedroom where we both crawled into bed and went to sleep. She did inform me that this particular weekend was going to be spent with me getting fucked by more men with HIV. I drifted off to sleep with a hard on and a grin.
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Part 1: Strict Upbringing All my life I grew up Catholic. It’s all I knew. My parents had me in church every time the door was opened. I even attended a catholic school. We were surrounded by other Catholics like my parents. My friends had to be like minded. Going outside to play with others was closely monitored as well. Honestly school wasn’t bad. Father Frances was in charge and he was actually pretty cool. I would often help out around the church just so I didn’t have to be around my parents. As I grew older I started realizing I was gay. Being Catholic I was told it was wrong and gay people were an abomination of God. Feeling scared that I didn’t want to burn in hell I sought the advice of Father Frances. He was very understanding and said that as I got older the feeling would go away. But it didn’t. It got stronger. At 18 finally I knew I had to do something about the urges I was feeling. Again I sought out Father Frances and he led me into his office to talk. As I sat down I began to cry because I was scared of going to hell. Father Frances helped calm me down and asked me to describe my fantasies in detail. I told him that I wanted to suck off several men at one time while another man forced himself into my butt. I wanted nothing more than to serve men and their needs with no regard for my penis. I wanted the man who took my virginity to hold power over me and to own me. In honesty I looked at Father Frances and told him I wanted to serve him. Now Father Frances is around 45 with jet black hair. He stands about 6’6” and weighs around 225. I on the other hand stand maybe 5’3” and weight 110 pounds. My penis is very small and has no thickness whatsoever. I measured myself hard one time and I was barely 2 inches hard. Father Frances looked at me with a grin and then walked over to me. He told me to remove my clothes and then remove his. As soon as I got his underwear off I was hit in the face a nice thick probably 10 inch cock that looked angry. Nice mushroom head that was already leaking precum. He told me that I must seek atonement for my sins. I begged him for absolute atonement as he slid his cock down my throat. I actually took him rather easily and realized I didn’t have a gag reflex. So Father Frances slowly fucked my mouth with his huge cock. After a while he took his cock out of my mouth and had me bend over his desk. As I had my ass in the air I begged Father Frances for forgiveness for my sins. I was willing to do whatever it took for my atonement. Father Frances grabbed my underwear and stuffed them into my mouth. He then grabbed my hips, lined his cock up with my hole, and rammed his huge cock inside my ass with one quick thrust. It hurt like a son of a bitch and I started crying. He bent forward and whispered in my ear that he was HIV POSITIVE and and he wanted to help me with my atonement. He asked me if I knew about HIV and I nodded my head yes. Him talking actually made me forget about the pain in my ass. He asked me if I still wanted him to breed me with his PIZ load and I nodded yes in approval. He slowly started fucking me just a little at first until I was loose enough for him to pick up the pace. He told me as he fucked me that being a gay bottom I would need forgiveness on a regular basis. Whenever he demanded my presence I was to show up without question. I nodded yes and him telling me that and my penis started squirting cum. My hole tightened around Father Frances’ cock and he shot what seemed like a gallon of cum in my ass. Once he finished he pulled out and forced me to my knees to clean his cock. But first I had to ask him to forgive me of my sins. I did notice that blood on his cock so I knew it was only a matter of time before I was poz. After I finished asking Father Frances for forgiveness he slid his cock in my mouth and fucked my mouth to help clean his cock. He must have face fucked me for over an hour before he said he was going to cum down my throat. I was grateful because my throat had become numb at this point. He shot several thick loads down my throat which actually helped with my soreness. Before pulling out he started pissing down my throat which caught me off guard. I swallowed as much as I could and one he finished he got up and put his clothes back on. I started to do the same but he stopped me. He told me to get back on my knees and wait. He left the office and appeared several minutes later with another member of the church. Father Frances introduced me as the church whore and I needed a lot of forgiveness for all the sins I was about to commit. I got so turned on that I kissed Father Frances’ feet and said thank you Father. He patted me on my head and I began my forbidden journey into the world of sin with the help of Father Frances.
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Occasionally, I will go through this Ritual of reviewing, and replying to personal Ads online, catering to the fantasy of converting me into a POZ slut. It gets me incredibly turned on. I never seem to get any replies, or the correspondence tapers off; its really just a great way to lead up to a good Jerk off session. It is starting to get boring, and I am now moving on to more exciting activities. I still take a cursory look at these personal Ads, yet they are not getting me that excited, anymore. And then I found it, a very intense Ad that looked like someone really put in some time, and thought into; the Ad also directed you to a blog, that was kind of like the guys whole Manifesto. I got incredibly hard reading through it, and that is my Que to respond. I noticed that my underwear was drenched in pre-cum. That same day, the guy got back to me and and gave me his personal email. My heart was pounding out of my chest. We started sending emails back and fourth. He said he was very selective, and only worked with a few other men, as he put it. Even the way he articulated things aroused me. His selection process had more to do with an intellectual connection, rather than physical traits like looks, body type or age. Another Criteria, and I am sure this is a big part of his selection process, was that it was not about sex, and had a different almost spiritual, reason for Inseminating NEG guys, with his Toxic DNA. How was I supposed to put a spin on taking POZ cock is not sexual? I was hoping I would keep him interested in me, and make the impression I would be the best selection for making into a POZ Slut. He said he would get back to me in a week. Wow, this was much more different than my last experiences. I could not think at work, and my thoughts where scattered. Almost a week to the day, he texted me, and said he wanted to meet me at a fancy Hotel Downtown. I thought I was going to faint. I had to strategize a little, what do I want to wear, How was it going to go down? We had gone over a few things that we agreed on. I was going to be caged, and I was going to wear the blue Jockstrap, that he liked in our photo exchanges. He looked professional, and wore a suit and tie, with a slight English Accent, that made me melt. We had a few glasses of wine, down in the Lobby and conversed. We got to his Hotel room, and I went in the bathroom and put on my cage, then came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but the Jock strap. He dimmed the lights, and instructed me to lay prone on the bed, he gave me a few popper hits and proceeded to give me a massage. This was by far, the best night in my life I was shaking all over, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. He then started mounting me, and I felt a nice long cock, going up my ass. He started moving in slow deliberate thrust. Shortly after, I thought I was going to pee. then I ejaculated. It was very arousing, and the cum, continued to leak out of my caged cock. He then pushed all the way in, shot his load, and stayed static for while, making sure the POZ insemination went deep up my ass. He then said welcome to the Brotherhood bitch, and that was the last thing I heard, before I passed out.
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I was lying in bed one evening reading stories on Breeding Zone. The poz stories always got my cock rock hard. I would usually jerk off reading them and go to sleep after eating my cum. But for some reason this night was different. It was raining which seemed to be the norm here lately. So instead of just jerking off and going to sleep I decided to check out BBRT to see if anyone was on this night. First a little bit about myself. I’m 21 but look younger. I’m 5 foot 5 and weigh around 130 pounds. I’m very small for a guy. My penis is barely 3 inches when fully erect and very thin. One year for Halloween I dressed up like a girl and actually fooled everyone. I’m no virgin by any means. I get men but they usually play safe. I have yet to be bred. This night a few guys were on. Mostly bottoms which is normal. But one ad caught my eye. The guy was 61 but HIV POSITIVE. He was looking for 18-21 year olds who knew what they wanted. I read his profile a couple of times and despite his age my penis was leaking precum like crazy. So letting my head do the talking I messaged the guy my pics and stats. Within 5 minutes he messaged me back with his address and told me to be there ASAP. My heart was going 90 to nothing. He only lived one street over. I hit Yes Sir. On My Way. I threw on a robe. Put on my flip flops and out the door I went. As I pulled up my heart was still racing but my penis was hard as ever. I walked up his driveway to his door and rang the doorbell. I let my robe fall open so he could see that I really wanted his cock and load. As the door opened I was met by a handsome naked Daddy. He gave me a big smile and told me to drop to my knees in his doorway and give him a blowjob. I knew this was a test to see if I truly wanted his load. Without hesitation I dropped to my knees and started giving him the best blowjob I knew how. I made love to his cock. I worshipped his cock. His cock was perfect to me. About 7.5 inches and medium thickness. I had no trouble deep throating him. After several minutes of giving him a blowjob he had me remove my robe at the door and crawl inside his home. Once inside he shut the door and got down on his knees and slid his cock up my ass only using my saliva as lube. It hurt a little at first but soon that faded and I was begging him to fuck me harder. He didn’t last long and before he exploded he made me beg for his poz load. So I pleaded desperately for Daddy to poz me. Impregnate me. Breed me properly. And with that he shot several huge loads up my ass. We both collapsed onto the floor with his cock still in me. He asked me to stay the weekend with him to make sure his seed took. I said I could. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and in walked two more Daddies with smiles on their faces. Oh what a weekend this is going to be. And to think I haven’t cum yet.
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My boy and I were on vacation and went to a leather bar for a few beers. We saw a few sexy guys, and a couple of old trolls around, some in gear, some not. The bartender had an acne-scarred pockmarked face and a slightly gaunt appearance. There was one guy with white chest hair and a pot belly, which looked even more round with his harness. I asked my boy if he liked doing what I asked him to do, and he said yes. He can be pretty submissive. I asked him if he’d fuck any guy in the bar that I told him to pursue. He said yes. We joked about it over the next round of beers, talking about how he loved to be dominated, loudly enough that both the potbellied man and the bartender could hear. They exchanged looks. By that time, my we both had to take a piss. I let him go first so I could stay and watch our coats and ordered another round of beers. The potbellied man swaggered over to me, dressed in chaps, a leather jockstrap, and his harness. He told me he liked to play with couples. I asked him to follow me to the men's room when my boy came back. I was hatching a plan. My boy came a few seconds later. We downed our beers quickly as the man watched. I got up to do to the bathroom and the guy followed me. My boy raised his eyebrows as he saw the man following me, knowing something was up. The man locked the bathroom door after him and we were alone. He told me to kneel. He told me he loved dominating couples and he was looking forward to breeding my boy. He pulled his jock to the side and revealed a thick stubby uncut dick and furry balls. My mouth watered. He told me to swallow his cock. I did. His cock tasted rancid. He pulled out and spun around spreading his sagging ass cheeks. ‘Eat my hole,’ he commanded. His ass was sweaty and rank. I did as I was told, excited to see him dominate my boy, and myself, actually. The guy scooched his ass all over my face and then pulled away. ‘You’ll do,’ was all he said as he unlocked the door and tucked his cock back into his jock. I still had to take a piss and tried to pee into the trough despite my hard-on. When I left the bathroom, the bartender pulled me aside and said, ‘Be careful around that guy. He’s POZ and I know you were in there with him. Hope he didn’t cum in you…’ I shook my head, ‘no,’ and headed started to head back to the barstool. ‘I know he’s POZ because he POZZED me…’ My jaw dropped but my plan was getting more detailed… The man was chatting up my boy and had three beers there. He had his hand on my boy’s inner thigh and my boy was softly caressing his furry belly. My boy looked a little shy, wondering if I was ok with him talking so intimately with this stranger. I bent over to whisper in his ear, ‘This man is going to breed you,’ and I licked his ear. He just moaned and the man bent forward to kiss him hard on the mouth. I asked to pay our tab and the man told the bartender that I’d be paying his too. The bartender shook his head as he gave me the total. I paid him and we made a quick exit out the backdoor into a dimly lit parking lot. We walked a few steps and the fat guy put his hand on both our shoulders, ‘Kneel,’ he ordered. Me and my boy dropped to our knees on the hard asphalt and he looked at me. ‘Tell him to suck me off. Maybe he gives better head than you.’ I looked at my boy saying, ‘you heard the man. Suck his cock.’ My boy fished out his thick stubby dick and swallowed it down to the root. He cradled the man's big hairy balls. I fished out my dick and started jerking off. When the man’s dick was hard and slippery with spit, he nodded to me saying, ‘It’s time. Bend him over, spread his cheeks, and get his hole wet.’ I lifted my boy to his feet and pulled down his jeans, leaned him against a brick wall. I lapped at my boy’s hole, opening it with my fingers and smearing spit inside, to lube him up for the POZ strangers thick cock. I realized that I knew he was POZ but hadn’t told my boy. This was such a turn on. The man shoved me out of the way and lined himself up, ready to slide into my submissive boy. ‘The nice man is going to fuck you now. Let him use you,’ I moaned into my boy’s ear. The fat man surprised me by rolling a rubber onto his cock. He winked at me. As the stranger entered him, I cradled my boy’s head in my arms. He looked up at me and grunted, ‘Anything for you…’ ‘He might have knocked you up, boy, but he’s wearing a rubber’ My boy just looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded. I knew he preferred to be fucked raw, but we weren’t in charge, and there was a POZ cock deep in his hole. The man grunted as he slid balls deep into my boy. I could hear his hole squelching with my spit. The man fucked my boy for a few minutes as my boy fisted his own hard cock. I knelt down and sucked my boy’s dick. I lapped at his balls and even the spot where the stranger’s cock was splitting him open as it entered him. The man held his fingers at the base of the condom and kept fucking my boy. Every time he pulled back, the rubber rolled up more and more. I kept my tongue at that spot, helping the condom ride higher and higher until it cam completely off in my mouth. I stood up and smiled at my boy, the used rubber in my teeth as the man pounded his raw POZ cock into my boy. My boy’s eyes widened. The man picked up his pace and I heard the back door of the bar open. I looked over and saw the bartender with a bag of trash. He just shook his head at me, but I waved him over. ‘When the fat man is done, would you like to breed my boy?’ The bartender smirked at me and nodded. The man started to cum, and without asking either of us, bred him deeply. He slammed into my boy and stayed deep, filling him up with POZ seed. He started to go soft quickly and pulled out. The bartender had released his own cock, longer but thinner than the fat man. He slid right into my boy who clenched his eyes and teeth and took him without and sign of approval or resistance, another raw cock that he didn’t know was toxic. The bartender looked so hot, his skinny hips and sagging ass swaying as he pounded my boy, about to fill him up with more nasty seed. The fat man pointed to his slimy soft cock and told me to clean it. I gladly did so, filling my mouth with ass juice and POZ seed. He brought his palm to my lip. ‘Spit!,’ he ordered. I did, hocking the slime ball into my hand. He spread my cheeks with his free hand shoved his cummy fingers into my ass. ‘You wanted this. Don’t lie…’ I just nodded and let him force some of his cum into me. The bartender picked up his pace and drilled my boy as the fat man fingered me. I shot my load on the ground as the bartender shot his POZ cum into my boy’s guts. The bartender pulled out and pulled his jeans down, removing his jockstrap. My boy was still leaning against the wall, legs spread as far as the pants at his ankles would let him. There was a thick stream of white spooge leaking out of his ass. The bartender winked at me and tossed his jockstrap to the fat man. The man grinned at me and jammed the jockstrap into my boy’s gaping hole. ‘Get dressed, and don’t show your faces around here again.’ The bartender headed in and the potbellied stranger walked away into the darkness. We fumbled with our clothes and headed back to the hotel. Hand in hand, my boy put his head on my shoulder. I felt conflicted. I had told him to let these men bareback him without letting him know their gifted status. ‘Babe,’ I whispered. ‘Those men… They were both POZ. Are you ok with that?’ ‘They bartender told me they were both POZ while you were blowing that leather daddy in the bathroom. It is so hot that you thought I didn’t know!’ To be continued???
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Ok you sick fuckers!...As the title states who would it be and how? I guess because of recent documentaries...I'd choose Aaron Hernandez. It's all fantasy so he be alive..lol....and very dominant!...hate fuck me with that huge uncut dick...and shoot his load up my ass hard....Henry Cavill could help as well and add his load.....Scott Caan could sit on my face and smother me and I'd die a very cumdump!....wink
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Why is it soooo difficult to find guys to top me? It is impossible. Guys who start off great and then disappear. So many flakes. I just want to receive loads. Hopefully poz loads, but any loads. Is it Jacksonville, Florida? Is it Florida? Sigh.
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In gran canaria in June hope this year is the year I get pozzed.been trying for years.never happened.if your potent love your load in me
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BB bottom boi looking for poz daddies to bred me and treat me like their lil boi. Love gangbangs, slings, leather m, pnp, role play and more
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I have dreamed of going to any bathhouse since I was old enough to masturbate. I have looked all over the internet since I was eleven and first started to masturbate and have fantasized about what would happen to me when I go there. I am barely legal now and the opportunity has been presented to me. I have a fake ID now that says I'm 21 and my parents felt I was old enough to be by myself for the weekend so now I am ready to finally take the plunge and go to the one bathhouse that I have read was the best one online from all the reviews of their site. I packed up all I thought I would need for the night and got into my car and drove the hour away from my house till I was met with an Iron gate at the entrance to the bathhouse. I grabbed my bag and made my way to the front door of what looked like a huge house that stood three stories tall. I walked in the door shaking with both fear and excitement with what was about to happen. I was met by the man at the window. He asked me if this was my first time here and when I said yes he told me I was lucky that the cover and locker fee was waived tonight for new comers. He asked to see my ID and when he looked at it closely he handed it back to me and pushed the membership form at me and had me fill it out. Once everything was done he handed me a towel, key and a small brown bottle and when I looked confused he told me that they were poppers and when I was having fun to hold the bottle under my nose and breathe in deeply. I thanked him and ,made my way to the locker room to put away my clothes and began my journey into the new world. I put the key around my wrist and the brown bottle in my sock after breaking the seal I put it in my sock and started to explore. I started on the ground floor and saw other guys walking around either naked or wearing tight underwear. I dove deeper into the building and started to go up there stairs to the second floor. I started to hear all sorts of sounds from various rooms of many guys having all sorts of fun and it was making me horned up and super excited. I got allot of looks from guys walking around and got groped and pinched by many of them. I walked by a set of plastic door strips which looked like it led into a pitch black room and there was a symbol of a scorpion above the door. I didn't understand what that meant so I passed it for now. I kept walking and saw a few doors open and looked in and saw some twink being pounded into the bed hard by a rough looking guy. I stopped for a few moments and started to tug on my cock under my towel. I was jealous of the twink and hearing the sounds he made started to make me moan from it. The top heard me and turned his head in my direction and I felt a shock run through my body straight to my cock. The top smiled at me and without missing a beat he mouthed to me "i'll find you for this later." I could feel myself turn bright red and started to scurry on off. I went to the top floor which turned out to be a pretty cool club. The music that was playing through the building was going on up here and I saw through all the lights that there was so much sex going on. Every corner of the club there were orgies and other various fuckings going on and I knew this was going to be a great night. I walked over to an empty couch that I found and decided that this was going to start now. I grabbed the bottle of lube I had and applied a good amount to my hole then remembered the bottle in my sock I grabbed it and then positioned myself on my hands and knees ready to make my fantasy a reality. I took the bottle to my nose and inhaled just like the guy at the front told me and I completely felt myself swimming. I swayed around on the couch unknowing I was being watched and by the time I steadied myself on the couch I wasn't aware that my ass was being stretched and that there was a giant cock being shoved into my ass. I screamed both in surprise and in pain as this massive intruder worked its way up my tight ass. I tried to push back but my intruder held me down onto the couch to keep me in place. The intruder growled at me and just told me to hit the bottle again and enjoy this. I grabbed the bottle again and took another hit off of it and sure enough my body relaxed more to make it easier for the onslaught. I started to moan more in pleasure remembering that this is what I truly wanted and went with it. I moaned more and more from the pleasure and this man pounded me more freely. As he went to town on my ass the sounds made me a center of attention and drew more guys around me. I felt this man's cock get bigger and bigger and I knew what that meant and I was ready to get my first load of the night in hopes more would follow. With one more loud growl this man slammed into me hard and I could feel was a powerful six shots of cum being unloaded into my ass. I felt my balls tighten as well and splattered my load onto the couch and it felt like one of the biggest loads I've ever had. When the mans cock slid out with a pop from my ass I smiled and turned around to see the man responsible for popping my cherry and saw it was the man I saw in the room from earlier. He looked at me and smiled like he did before and brought his lips to my ear and whispered "I told you i'd find you." I was happy to see such a hot stud all sweaty from our fucking. What I saw and was a bit confused about was the scorpion tattoo I saw on his cock but I decided to wait and think more on it later on because my mind was more on the moment and waited for the next cock to fuck me.
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You ever get a song caught in your head? Yeah you have. Just sitting in there making itself known again and again and again. It crops up when you’re distracted, or thinking about nothing and there it is, that familiar refrain, haunting you. It’s not even the whole song. Just snippets of the melody or the chorus on repeat. If the song played out I think it might actually leave you alone but it never works that way. It taunts from there like an itch you just can’t scratch. That’s how it goes with me when I haven’t been laid for a while. I start out with the best of intentions. “That’s the last time!” I’ll say it to myself every time. Try to be good. Try to focus on work and life and sensible things. But then that song starts up again. I’ll find myself staring, or lost in thought, all focus gone as the need inside me grows. That’s how I find myself at the recessed door pressing the buzzer waiting for the click to signal entrance. Walking up to the counter just inside I exchange a perfunctory nod with the, I don’t know, host? Concierge seems too grand and landlord sounds just wrong. I’ve never asked just handed over my money and walked to the locker room towel in hand. With my clothes stashed and towel wrapped around my waist I don’t even think about it. I head straight for the stairs and ascend into the dark rooms. The only pause I make is at the two bowls placed on a shelf at the foot of the stairs. Little sachets in each. I take one from the left hand bowl wryly smiling that it is nearly empty and in need of a refill whilst the other seems barely touched. Obviously I am in good company tonight. In the gloom of the upper corridors I follow the walls glancing into the various alcoves for any promising distraction. Finding nothing I continue to the next staircase and head up. The violet light here is somehow brighter whilst making it simultaneously harder to see but that’s ok. I’m not here for the sights. I glance around the open room that the stairwell opened on to. Several benches around the room, some occupied, most vacant. I move to a bench at the edge and pulling my towel from around me I spread it over the surface and lay face down and wait. A few footsteps and creaks of the floor announce those that pass and move on and I have to force myself to keep my head down. I am on offer; it doesn’t matter who takes it. I first feel a light brush of a hand against my calf muscle which slowly traces up my leg. The touch sends a charge through me and I moan softly parting my legs a little more as goosebumps seem to follow the path that the unseen hand is taking. As the fingertips glide over my skin I can’t help but raise my self, pushing harder to the hand. My hips are pushing back almost if there own accord making me part my legs wider and spread myself for the hand to explore me fully. Which it does. What started as a light stroke is now an open handed gripping and searching of my body. My arsecheeks are groped and squeezed before fingers slip between and across my exposed hole. I moan even more as those fingers push inside and I acknowledge the satisfied grunt I hear at the discovery I am already lubed. This slut knows what is expected. Still looking down I feel the bench shift slightly as my unknown partner climbs up to, I assume, kneel behind my spread cheeks. I am not wrong as I feel his other hand gripping my arse so he can spread me wider and knead my flesh as I feel the unmistakable rigid heat from his cock as he rests it across my opening and begins to slide himself closer. He wanks his cock by sliding back and forward a few times in the valley my spread arse has opened for him, then if feel him reposition slightly as he guides the flared tip of that solid cock inside. “Nice.” It’s almost a hiss and the first thing he has said to me but I groan appreciatively as his thickness causes my anus to stretch. I push back as he pushes forward and he is very quickly balls deep inside me. “Very fucking nice.” This is punctuated with full thrusts of his cock in and out of me. The sudden speed of his fucking taking me by surprise making me grip the edge of the bench and pant in pleasure as he takes full control of my body. His hands are gripping my hips tightly and more than thrusting he is pulling me onto his cock, making me slam my now open hole up and down his very hard dick. I am grunting loudly. Animal noises that are being driven from me with every resounding slam of my hips to his. The solid pole of flesh he is shoving deep into me is rocking my prostate and building that familiar tingle within me and I know this is what I need. What I always need. What I was meant for. I feel a stinging slap on my arse that makes me yelp and then grin in to the surface of the bench. “Fuck Yes!” I shout as he bottoms out inside me and holds me onto his cock, he leans across my back and jabs into me with short darting thrusts of his hips and I can feel his ragged breath on the back of my neck. I know he has cum inside me. He is now stroking my skin again and lightly rocking his hips as he comes down from his euphoria. I just squeeze my hole around his cock letting him know he can stay inside me as long as he wants. He squeezes my shoulder affectionately as he rises and slips his cock out of my cum soaked arsehole. Without looking back I know he is moving away having got what he came for. I remain in position, albeit more spread than I was initially, hoping that someone else wants to take advantage of my prone state.
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Any fun fuck palaces for a traveler?
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Welcome New Year 2020 - Triple Header - Top #1
PG1961Canada posted a blog entry in A Canadian Piano Man
Well goodbye 2019 and helllllo there 2020. Let's do this!! Had some family from out of town this week and love em' to death, but wanted to find something 'interesting' to do on New Year's Eve. I received a message early the previous morning from a regular hot ginger top U poz buddy. He and his partner were vacationing in Mexico for a couple of weeks and returning NYE to Toronto. His parter had opted to stay an extra two weeks, as my buddy was only in town for a few days before he flew to Europe on a two week business trip. I teased him that his other half would be running around half naked in the sun in Mexico while he was sloggin' his ass off at work. He asked me if I had plans for NYE at midnight? Would I like to spend it with him at his place? He is a hearing impaired buddy, and we communicate through an application on his iPad where it records my voice and converts it to text for us to read... and he can type an answer on his bluetooth keyboard. He is a really hot fucker, smart as a whip and has a great attitude. Who wouldn't enjoy being naked with him as the ball dropped!? So I offered to pick him up at the bus station to save him some trouble. Spent the afternoon and early evening hangin' with family on New Year's Eve and headed out around 10:30 to pick my FWB up. Bus was running late and M. was in a panic because he didn't want to miss the countdown. We made it home with three minutes to spare. Stripped. Grabbed the chilled chamagne bottle I had brought with me.... and toasted the end of a decade and the end of 2019. We started to make out on the couch and play with nipples and cocks and holes and such... and got up and headed into his bedroom. He couldn't find any lube, and I told him not to worry, as I would ensure there was PLENTY of natural spit and throat juices to coat my ass.... after I sucked his big cock. Within minutes of hitting the bed, I had pushed him back onto the pillows and crawled up between his legs.... I looked up at him and saw the aniticipation in his eyes as I leaned forward to lick the dripping pre-cum from his pisshole. He made a funny noise and sucked in his breath... while throwing his head back. It was nice to see the reaction. So I leaned deeper and started to swallow his hardening cock. He is naturally smooth, and loves that I have hairy chest and legs to rub against him while I work my throat slowly around his hard dick. He is a good 7 thick inches and he gets hard immediately when we play. I had only really started to tease him with deep, full throat fucks for about 5 minutes when he grabbed me, rolled and flipped me over onto my stomach. He immediately dove into my hole. He loves to eat ass and really does an excellent job of shoving his tongue deep into my hole. He also stretches me with the fore fingers of each hand. I moaned as I felt him gently pull my hole open and lob some spit into the gape. Then his rough tongue sliding into the roundness. Probing and licking. He knows I love to have my ass eaten, but I could sense his urgency and I thought it wise to take the big gooey mess of spit and throat juice I had been storing in my mouth and spit it out onto my hand in a way that he could see what I was doing. He moaned and pulled back when he saw me reach around with my left hand and completely coat my hole with the slick mess. He immediately slid two fingers through the goop and into my slightly loosened ass. His mouth and tongue had opened me up nicely. The juices were going to make for a slick fuck. Sure enough, he pushed my chest down onto the bed and slid his cock right snug against my hole. He held it for a couple of seconds and then just pushed that big dick into my hole in one slow, powerful push. You bottoms know that feeling when you can feel a naturally lubed cock sliding deep into your hole. We both took a couple of huffs of poppers and then he got right into a solid, deep fuck. Right from the start. He clearly was excited about our NYE (as was I) and he really put good hip and cock thrusts into his hard slamming. He wrapped his arms around me from behind as he laid on my back and pumped that big cock in and out of my slick hole. Grunts and groans were audible over the sound of cock slamming a juicy hole and balls slapping balls. It was hot. I still talk to him while we play, as he has the iPAD on the bedside table and it DOES pickup what I say to him. While he is pumping and thrusting and slamming into my hole, I milk his cock with my ass muscles. I know he can feel it because he moans loudly. He doesn't realize how loud he is moaning due to his hearing issues, but it is a real turn on for me. At one point, he had his arm wrapped around my neck with some pressure... just enough to make things sweaty and loud. I looked over at the iPAD and told him to breed my hole with his poz load... I wanted to feel him shoot his hot load deep in my guts. When he looked over to read what I had said, his pace of thrusts tripled and within seconds he was yelling and pumping his cum into my ass. I pushed back hard against him, making sure his cock was as deep as possible so the load would be deep in my guts for sure!! I expected him to stop, but he kept on thrusting nice and slow. Not rushed at all. His chest was completely rubbing on my back as he withdrew to the edge of my hole, stopped, then pushed back right to the second hole with each thrust. He was torturing me. He licked my neck, ears, jaw and continued to pump his hips nice and slow. I realized that his cock had not gotten soft at all and he honestly felt HARDER than he had a few minutes prior. He just kept building up speed. Thrusting slightly faster and faster. Reaching under me to gently pinch my nipples. Slapping and spanking my asscheeks with each thrust into my steaming hole. He suddenly froze for one second and then started to pound my hole hard while moaning and making gutteral noises in his throat. I could feel the warmth of his second load in my guts. He told me later that he had been thinking about eating my ass and seeding my hole from the moment he woke up that day and it being 2020 - he wanted two loads instead of one. We spent the night snuggled up under a comforter until about 8 a.m. Then I could feel his rock hard head gently rocking against my asslips. I smiled and reached back and held his cock dead center on my hole and helped guide him inside of me. He used little baby thrusts to get deeper. His two loads from midnight were still floating around inside as natural lube.... it helped him work that fat 7 inch cock deeper and deeper until he bottomed out. We lay on our sides. My knees tucked up to my chest. My ass totally exposed to M's morning hardon. This is one of his fave positions... he can really leverage the angle to help his cock get into my hole VERY deep. This morning was no different. His thrusts got harder and shorter. I really squeezed his dick with my ass muscles and could hear him starting to chatter away and spank me and tweak my nipples and spank me again. This went on for a few minutes and I felt that familiar hot 'ooze' of his big load start to warm my guts. He smiled and eventually eased his cock out. I turned around and gently took his cummy cock into my mouth and slowly licked him clean, while looking up at him. THREE loads in less than 8 hours. My fuckin' hero!!! Once I had his cock up, I told him I needed to run a couple of errands and had to bolt. We are planning to have a bit of a fuck night on Friday before he leaves town for Europe. I finished my errands by noon and got home, made some coffee and checked online to see if any buddies were around. I saw a profile in the next city over for a top black dude - 6' 4", 200 pounds and an 'average' cock. I sent him a message.... (part two).....-
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This is a continuation of this story which you probably want to read first: When Jim parked in front of my house, the reality of the situation finally hit me; I was about to confront my dad about his sexuality. I had never done anything like this in my life so far and I had no idea what I was going to say or how he was going to react. Jim must have known what I was thinking because he was looking at me and trying to find the right words himself. “Look, kid, just talk to your dad. No matter how “experienced” he is, this is all as new to him as it was to you when we went up to the campgrounds a few days ago.” Weird to think that, but I doubt that my dad had been out chasing POZ loads while I was away. “When he talked to me in Pulman’s a while back, he was happy because he knew that he could count on me to be his friend, regardless of the situation. He needs to know the same thing from you now. That’s all.” He was right. Jim had been there for me, and yeah, my dad too, had been there for me in hard times, but now I need to be there for him. “You’re right. Thanks, Jim.” I said, finally feeling a little more evened out. “But… what about the POZ thing?” “You mean about us fucking POZ loads into you like the rapture was going to happen tomorrow?” I laughed a bit at that and nodded. “I have a feeling that your dad may know more about that than you may think. He’s not a stupid man, Aaron; I told him I was POZ at the bar, and he knows your gay. Those two things don’t necessarily mean that we’d knock up his kid the second we had him alone, but I’m sure that he knows that it was a possibility.” I was still a bit concerned, and I think Jim knew it, “one thing at a time though, kid. He doesn’t need to know that immediately, but it probably is something that you’re going to have to eventually tell him. If you want me there when you do, I can be there. You know where to find me.” I was able to see his house just down the road from our driveway. “Now that I know about him, would you sleep with my dad if he asked you? Technically you wouldn’t be sneaking around with him.” Jim seemed to think about it for a second. “Hmm. Your dad is a hot DILF, but I’d only do it, or him, if you were comfortable with the idea. Would it bother you?” I didn’t even have to think about it; the thought of Jim and my dad’s bodies tangled in a ball of hardcore man sex was incredibly hot to me. “Not at all. It’d probably be really hot to see actually,” I said coyly. “Oh god, I’ve made you into a complete deviant,” Jim said with a smile on his face. “And proud to be one,” I said. “Come here,” Jim said before leaning and kissing me. When we broke our kiss, he cupped my face, “now go on, boy. You’re other dad’s waiting for you.” He said, nearly growling. I finally got out of his car and waved bye as he backed out of our driveway. Just as he was pulling into his own driveway, I was heading inside with my bags from the camping trip. Thinking about it now, every square inch of my sleeping bag was probably drenched in cum. When I got to my room, which was on the other side of the house from my dad’s room, I unfolded it and inspected it a little closer than I had cared to do at the campground. Sure enough, there were cum stains all over the lining of it. I wondered if any of it was Quin’s. He gave me a number and I told him that I would find him on Facebook as soon as I got home which I did as soon as I rolled my sleeping bag back up. I hadn’t even unpacked my other bags when I noticed that he had already accepted my friend request. I smiled at that. That’s when I heard it; a moan. It was faint, but I had heard enough men moaning over the last couple of days to be able to pick up on it. I took off my shoes and slowly and silently made my way over to my dad’s room. Sure enough, there was my dad’s ass flexing as he fucked a man in his bed. His glutes were huge and were working overtime as he began to jackrabbit the man’s ass with his cock. The man seemed to let all pretense of subtlety go and began moaning loudly. I remembered the dream I had while we were camping; my dad was fucking me and commanding me to call him daddy. Actually seeing my dad fucking was even hotter than my mind could have ever let me dream. “You want my load?” My dad growled at the man he was fucking. “Fuck yeah, Shane! Shoot that fucking load up my cunt!” The man growled back. Then my dad’s ass contracted as he pushed his cock in all the way in the man’s ass and started to fill him with my family’s seed. Then my dad collapsed on the guy and started to make out with him. That was my queue to get back to my room. When I closed my door, I noticed that I was rock hard, so I immediately pulled my shorts down and began to jack off. The sight of my dad’s ass as he plowed a guy and the way his balls and taint pulsed as he delivered his load flashed through my eyes and had me cumming in my other hand in seconds. Without thinking about it, I brought my hand to my mouth and licked up the splooge. I wondered if it was positive cum as it ran down my throat and the thought nearly got my quickly softening cock back up to full attention. It had only been a few hours since someone had fucked me but I already missed having a cock up my ass. Just as I was coming down my post-climax high, I heard steps on the tile floor of the entryway and then the sound of the front door opening and closing. I could hear my dad tell the man he was with “bye.” Before too long, I heard him heading towards my room and I noticed that I still had my shorts down around my ankles. I tried to pull them up in time, but before I could get them passed my knees, I heard my dad open the door behind me. “Whoah!” We both said, nearly in unison. I looked behind me just as I saw him comically avert his gaze, though maybe taking half a second longer than most fathers would have I noticed. My hole and balls were completely exposed to him for that brief second. “Umm, welcome home, son.” “Yeah, hi, dad. Sorry,” I buttoned up my shorts and zipped up my fly, “I was just getting dressed.” “Oh, well yeah, sorry. I should have knocked, but I wasn’t 100% sure that you were here at all, just thought I heard something over here.” I wondered if I had moaned when I came, but I couldn’t seem to remember. He went in to hug me and for the brief second that we were pressed together, I noticed that we were both chubbed still. And on top of that, I guess I didn’t get all of my cum off of my hand so when I wrapped my arm around him, I left a small streak of cum on the back of the shirt that he was wearing. I saw it when he turned around to leave and I nearly burst out laughing. “I’ll start dinner,” he said as he made his way to the kitchen. With that, my internal laughing fit stopped. I knew that that would probably be the best time to talk to him. I passed the time by texting Jim what happened, or more what I saw. Jim: Damn, that’s hot, kiddo. Me: Yeah, he was really giving it to the guy. I had to knock one out myself when I got back to my room. Don’t think they saw me, though. Jim: My little [banned word]! I’ve trained you well! Me: I’m going to talk to him tonight at dinner. Jim: You ready for that? Me: Yeah, I think I am. I’m more nervous about the POZ thing… and if he noticed the cum I left on his shirt when he came in for a hug. Jim: What?! I’m going to have to give you a spanking next time I see you for that! Jim: Cum goes in asses and mouths! Not on clothing! Me: lol Maybe by the time I see you I’ll have been bad some more 😉 Just then, my dad called me for dinner and I knew that it was showtime. I changed into something a bit more comfortable, a tank and some basketball shorts with some torn up underwear that I desperately need to retire underneath. After a few days of camping and small meals, the meal before me looked like a feast; baked chicken, salads, and green beans. As we ate, I told him about all the hiking that Jim, Henry, and I did (leaving out the hardcore sex.) I even told him that I even found a boyfriend out there. He lit up when I described Quin and said that he couldn’t wait to meet him. That’s when I decided to bring it up. “So… who was the guy you were with earlier?” He coughed and nearly choked on the chicken that he had in his mouth. For what felt like a solid minute, he didn’t say anything; he just stared at the food on his plate. I could practically hear the gears in his head spinning at a million miles per hour, trying to think of what to say. “Jim told me about running into you at the Pulman,” I said as calmly as possible. His eyes seemed to get even wider and still continued to say nothing. “Dad?” “How… how much did you see earlier?” “Well, I didn’t get to see all of it, but enough to see and hear you dumping a load into the guy you were with.” That was probably a bit too blunt. He blushed brighter than I had ever seen him blush. Our kitchen table was pretty small, so I reached over and put my hand on his arm to get his attention. He finally looked up into my eyes. “Hey, it’s ok. There’s nothing to scared about here.” “I’m not scared… just embarrassed, I guess. I didn’t want you to have to find out this way.” “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, dad. It’s just who you are just like I am the way I am. You’ve always loved me, and something like this wouldn’t stop me from loving you.” “I’m guessing Jim told you about how everything started with your mom, right?” “Yeah, he did.” “That’s more that I’m embarrassed about; the fact that I couldn’t keep her… well… satisfied….” “That’s not your fault. Mom had her own kinks, and evidently, so did you. There’s no shame in someone exploring their kinks. Maybe all the arguing could have been avoided if both of you had been willing to talk about your kinks and sexualities a little more openly, but, in the end, what happened happened. But answer this for me: Ever since you’ve gotten to explore this side to yourself more freely, would you say that you feel… I don’t know… a bit more liberated? Free?” “Actually, yeah. Except when I had to lie to you.” “I would say that “you didn’t have to lie to me,” but I remember being where you were.” “I always felt that I was different when I was growing up, but everyone around me was so damn straight that even though I may have thought about kissing one of the other boys I was friends with growing up, I ended up idealizing them and wanting to do what they did, like fuck girls. Oops.” My dad rarely cursed around me so he blanched again at his swear. “Ok, let’s get this out of the way: Cock, dick, balls, scrotum, ass, cum, jizz, fuck, shit, cunt, pussy, taint,” I said while looking directly at my dad, “I just saw you seed a guy’s ass while he begged for you to fill his “cunt,” you’re not really going to shock me, dad. Especially at the week I just had.” He laughed before he caught what I said at the end. Oh shit. “What do you mean by that? What else happened on the trip?” “Well,” it was my turn to squirm and squirm I did; I tried to avoid eye contact, and he could tell that I was trying to think of a billion different things to talk about. He just sat there and waited for me to answer. “Well, since I turned 18, I asked Jim to… well… take my virginity.” I mumbled that last part out. “What? Really?” “Yeah. We spent the first day or so just us, going at it like crazy, and then Henry arrived and he joined in too. And then I met Quin, and I’m pretty sure I took his virginity.” “They didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do, did they?” My dad asked me with a super serious look on his face. I had kind of expected this; I was an 18-year-old kid that just admitted to being fucked “like crazy” by his way older neighbors. “No, Jim nor Henry would ever do anything like that. They both had been there for me so much when you and mom were fighting that it felt right for it to be them. They’re both good men, dad,” his expression softened. “Yeah, they are. And I’m sorry that we kinda ignored you a lot when we were fighting all the time. That wasn’t right of us to do. There’s no excuse for it,” he said before a guarded look came across his face again, “Wait, aren’t Jim and Henry HIV positive?” “Yeah, they are.” “Did they use condoms?” And here was the other topic that I knew was going to be a tough one to get through. “No,” his eyes immediately shot open wide just like they did when I told him that I had seen him plowing a man earlier, “the year before I had spied on Henry fucking Jim in the camp showers. Just as Henry was about to cum, I heard Jim beg for him to infect him, to fill him full of POZ cum.” As I continued, my dad only looked more and more confused, “We had talked earlier that night, and I couldn’t understand in the slightest why Jim was trying to get infected, but when I saw them at that moment, I understood; they were forming a connection that could never be broken or severed. They were putting so much trust in each other to be there for the other that they were willing to face this scary thing, a disease, together. I wanted that bond, and I wanted it with them.” “That sounds insane, son. What were you-“ “Jim told me that the night he saw you in Pulman’s that you wanted to go back to his place even after he told you he was POZ. What did YOU think was going to happen?” “We would’ve used condoms.” “And if they would have said that they didn’t want to use condoms?” “They didn’t try to trick you into not using condoms, did they?” “No, but what would you have done that night if you went over and they didn’t want to use condoms? Would you have just left? Unfucked?” “Well, I-“ he interrupted himself, “I don’t fucking know anymore.” Which I knew was parent-speak for “of course I would but I’m not going to flat out admit it to you.” “Dad, I’m going to tell you something that I learned while camping and that maybe you need to hear; slut isn’t a bad word, and I’m proud to be one. I like having a cock up my ass. I love being a cumdump and, yeah, I also like fucking a load up an ass too. There’s nothing wrong with that. That’s who I am and I’m not going to apologize for it. I’m a faggot and I love being one. I know you like fucking too and there’s nothing wrong with that. We’re [banned word],” I got up from my chair and walked over to his chair and stood next to him, staring down into this eyes with my cock tenting through my tattered underwear and shorts, “we’re degenerates,” I grabbed his hand and placed it on my hard cock, his eyes went wide again before slowly starting to relax into the sleepy-eyed gaze that all horny men get when one head switches over its thinking power to the other head, “and we’re only as sick as we think we are,” I said before leaning down and kissing my dad on the lips. After the initial jolt of shock I felt run through him, he eased into the kiss and opened his mouth for my tongue’s invasion. His hand began to squeeze on my cock and I moaned into his mouth. I couldn’t’ believe I was actually doing this yet at the same time, it felt so hot and so right. He quickly stood up, not breaking our kiss as he towered over me. He was taller than Jim or Henry, so he was a bit more intimidating in more than one way. He grabbed me into an embrace and I felt his rock hard cock press against my stomach as he pressed our bodies together. He was big, VERY big. I realized at that moment that I had never gotten a good look at my dad’s dick before. Even earlier, I only saw his balls as he rammed the guy he was with. He pulled away from our kiss and took off his shirt and I pulled off my tank and my shorts so that I was only standing there in my tattered, gray briefs. As soon as I looked back up and saw his big, juicy pecs I nearly dove for them and began to suck and knead them. He moaned and held the back of my head to his nipple as I sucked on his right one. I felt his dick pulse as I applied pressure and began to suck harder. “Fuuuuccckk, son! This is soooo fucking wrong, but I don’t give a fucking shit right now!” He moaned. My dad pressed his dick harder against my chest, “But you're getting this fucking cock now. Because you fucking know what?” He asked before pulling me back off his nipple, “I AM a fucking degenerate, son. I breed men and I can feel my cock wanting to breed you, my own boy.” “Fuck, we’re so fucking twisted, dad.” “Yeah, we really fucking are, son. And while I don’t agree with your choice to take raw POZ cock, I understand why you did it.” I found it so weird that he said that since I remember thinking the exact same thing the night that I caught Henry and Jim going at it in the shower. “Now, pull down my shorts and suck on the cock that made you, boy.” I didn’t hesitate, I pulled down his shorts and saw the huge outline waiting for me underneath his white, Calvin Klein boxer briefs. It was easily 10” long, maybe even 11” and I could tell that he wasn’t even fully hard yet. I sucked it through the fabric of his underwear as his precum began to soak through and I got the first taste of the jizz that was responsible for me being here. I pulled his underwear down and his cock nearly slapped me in the face. “Damn, that’s an insanely use cock you have there, dad.” “Thanks, boy! Now suck daddy’s cock!” I did as I was instructed and put the head of his cock in my mouth. I knew there was going to be no way that I was going to be able to get the whole thing down my throat, but I was damn sure going to try. I only got about 4” down on his cock when I nearly gagged the first time. “Damn boy, that’s not bad for only having sucked dick for about a week. But I think we can get more, right?” He said coaxingly. I kept bobbing on his cock until I felt ready to go further again. This time I got a good 6” down my throat before I had to stop, but I didn’t pull it out. “Damn, I raised a great little cock sucker, didn’t I?” The thought that this was the guy that blanched up at the idea of saying “fuck” in front of me not even ten minutes ago nearly made me laugh with his cock down my throat. Instead, I pushed harder and got a whole 1.5” more. I Had 7.5” inches of my dad’s cock down my throat and I loved the feeling of it nearly choking me as he moaned and looked down in awe. “Fuck, son, that’s deeper than your mom could ever take! God Damn!” I couldn’t bob up and down on his cock that deep but I was taking a lot of it in over and over when he pulled me back and told me to stop. “Damn, if you keep going, you’re going to make me cum down your throat, boy.” “But I want you to cum, dad.” “Trust me, I do too,” he said before pulling me up, “But this cum is going in that ass.” He pressed me against the table and didn’t pull down my tattered briefs, but tore them right off, leaving the tattered remains of the waistband as the only stitch of clothing I had on my body. My cock flopped out and bounced in between my legs. I felt his huge cock press against my hole and begin to slide up and down my ass crack. He spit on his cock and began to smear his saliva around my puckered hole. “Fuck me, dad! Fuck your boy!” I moaned and pleaded. “Does my little faggot boy want a big cock up his tight, little asshole?” “Yes, dad, please fuck my faggot ass and breed me!” “Even if I don’t have HIV like the neighbors that just got done using you?” He said while continuing to tease my hole with his huge cock. “You still want some of this incest seed?” “Yes, I’ll never refuse your seed, dad.” “That’s a good fucking boy!” He growled in my ear before slowly shoving the head of his enormous cock into my teenage body. I yelped with the pain that his size caused, but at the same time, I wanted him to push that monster as deep into me as he possibly could. I couldn’t help it though and I hissed in pain, “You’re doing good, boy. Keep taking it. It’s going to hurt at first, but don’t fight it.” “I’m trying to, dad, but that cock is so fucking big.” “Do you want me to stop?” “Fuck no, shove that thing into me, dad, please! Fuck my slutty, faggot ass!” He didn’t stop but continued to slowly push his cock up my ass until I felt him hit something that felt like a wall inside my ass. I thought that he wouldn’t be able to go any further until he took a small pause and then jammed his cock all the way to the hilt, and I felt something like a POP inside of my ass. “Fuck! What was that? I thought you wouldn’t be able to go in all the way.” “That was probably your second sphincter. I didn’t know we had one until the guys I fucked told me that I usually breach it in them.” “Fuck, that’s so hot.” “How’s it feels to have your old man’s cock all the way inside you, Aaron.” “Fucking amazing. I thought Jim and Henry were big, but you’re way bigger.” “I’ll have to invite them over some time and give them a Thank You fuck for popping my little boy’s cherry,” dad said before starting his assault on my ass. He never went too fast or harsh, or at least not as fast and harsh as I saw him being with the guy he was with earlier, but he still gave me a good fuck against the kitchen table. As he pounded away at my insides, he would constantly keep hitting my prostate, causing me to cry out in pleasure. “Yeah! You’re taking your old man’s cock like a pro, Aaron! Those guys must have really gone to town on your ass all week.” “Yeah, they did! I was begging for their loads all the time and I even got double penetrated before we left.” “Really? That’s my fucking boy!” he said as he slowly picked up his pace. I couldn’t believe it, but it felt like his cock was getting larger inside my ass and stretching me out more. I knew he was getting close. “I’m going to fill that pussy, boy! You ready for my load, Aaron? You ready to have your dad’s cum in you? The cum that fucking made you?” “Fuck yeah, dad. Fill my slutty ass with your cum!” I moaned before he slammed hard into my ass, definitely breaching my second sphincter and filling me with his neg cum, his family jizz soaking into the wall of his son’s rectum. “God damn, that was hot as fuck, son!” He nearly screamed as he began to come down off his post-sex high. “Yeah, it was.” “You know I love you, right boy?” “Yeah, I know, dad.” “But from here on out, until you go to school, if I want that ass, I’m going to get it, got it?” “Yes, sir! What if I become HIV positive, though? Will you still want my ass?” “Of course, son. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Tomorrow I’ll run down to the drug store, and I’ll get a few home tests that you can use over the next couple weeks. But for now, just know that I have this ass on top.” I felt his cock twitch inside me, probably jutting out the last shot of his little swimmers into my hole. “Think I can sleep with you tonight?” “My bed’s always open, son.” He said as he pulled his huge cock out of my ass. Much like the first time Jim fucked me, I felt completely empty as soon as he pulled out, a void of space in my body that I never knew was there. My dad looked down at himself and at me, “now let’s go take a shower first before we stink of my sheets with all of this man-sex sweat.” I followed him to his shower and we both hoped in. Of course, he fucked me again under the scorching rain of the hot water and bred me against the tiled wall as I moaned for my father’s load. After that, we were both so spent that almost as soon as we lay down in bed, we both passed out. I did wake up in the middle of the night to find my dad’s arms wrapped around me and his big cock resting between my ass cheeks. I was too tired to do anything about it though and just drifted off to sleep with the feeling of my dad’s cock flesh up against my exposed and cum-filled hole. To be continued….
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I keep on reading here and elsewhere that a lot of brothers are on Prep and as part of that process, go for regular testing which otherwise would have been procrastinated. In doing so, other STIS are caught on early and treated accordingly. As I understand Prep works very well, almost 99% barring a few cases of failure vice the number of guys on Prep. Prep use has been more so in order for guys to enjoy bareback sex. I keep reading that STIs are by products of barebacking. However I am confused that having other STIs increases chances of HIV infection even for guys on Prep. This is totally oxymoronic. The very intent of Prep is to avoid HIV infection from onset. Please enlighten us from your knowledge and experience.
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Part 1 - November 2018 Darren sat in the chair wiping his eyes, his head lowered trying to comprehend what the counsellor was telling him. All he saw was her mouth moving, the words just didn't make sense in his mind and he completely broke down. The doctor sat there in silence watching and probably judging him based on where he was from. What he did see was a 22 year old lad from the estate and most likely a habitual drug user and thief. His dark buzzed haircut and sporadic tattoos on his arm that probably extended across his body as well were classic for persons from the estate. He was a fairly well built young man standing five feet nine inches tall with a nice muscle definition, not big by any standards but also not small and one who could easily look after himself. Having been his doctor all his young life Darren had matured in to an attractive 22 year old and it was hard seeing him like this now. His blue eyes lost their sparkle against the redness from his crying which had gone on for nearly 20 minutes, the doctor was fast loosing interest as in reality he saw just another person from a family that lived on state benefits from the Flowers estate. You could say his life was mapped out unless he did something to lift himself out of the estate that was rife with drugs and gang culture. Dr Edwards excused himself and walked out the room and grabbed some water leaning back against the wall, questioning his own ethical practice and judgment. He couldn't fathom out why these people ever acted so surprised when they caught something from whatever it was they were doing. Looking up at the ceiling he never expected someone so young to be diagnosed with HIV in his area, he wondered if his judgement was premature as there were no tell tell signs of needle marks. The lad would just sit there and deny any knowledge of how he could have possibly contracted it, in fact he almost raged when the doctor began asking personal questions. His mother, Rose, sat there more concerned about getting back to watching TV than being with her son, at one point she looked at him 'are you still crying' she said displaying no emotion to him. Dr Edwards crunched the paper cup in his hand and threw it in the bin, composing himself he opened the door and entered the counselling room. Rose looked up at the doctor "Are we done here?" she said picking her bag up. "I'm sorry Mrs Stevens do you have somewhere you need to be?" Dr Edwards asked sitting back down. Rose looked at the doctor and counsellor "What else do you need me here for?" she replied. Rose stood up and walked out of the room nearly knocking the pharmacist over who was bringing the medication for Darren to the counselling room. He checked over the prescription making sure it was the correct drugs. "Darren, there is 3 months here which you must take do you understand?" Dr Edwards asked seeing him nod. Darren looked at him "Just for 3 months?" he asked wiping his eyes. "Darren you will have take this for the rest of your life to keep the virus under control" he replied. Darren broke down again at the full reality of how his life changed "You can't treat it?" he sobbed. "If you take the medication you can go on living a normal life" Dr Edwards explained. "Really?" Darren asked looking up and the doctor nodded. "Come back in 2 weeks and we can check the virus levels are going down" Dr Edwards said standing up. Darren had calmed down enough and took the bag of medication and instruction sheet from the doctor, he stood and walked out of the clinic. He still felt sick, but then he was carrying a very high viral load of 750k which resulted in him falling ill for the second time that month. He sat in his bedroom afraid to go and hang out with his friends, he knew how he got it and who gave it to him and he was hell bent on getting his revenge somehow. The problem was he would have to do it alone as he couldn't risk any of his friends finding out as they would probably turn on him. After a week of sitting in his room and slipping out to walk up along the Malvern hills he was beginning to feel better, by the second week he had been to see Dr Edwards again for another blood test. Hoping to get the results there and then he was told to come back in two weeks for another test, Dr Edwards said that if anything was not right they would call him. He sat in the waiting room four weeks after the initial diagnosis feeling much better, the nurse came out and called him in to the doctors room. "Darren hello, take a seat and I will be with you" Dr Edwards said reading through Darren's file. Darren closed the door "Hi" he said and sat down looking at him. Dr Edwards looked up "Good your viral load is down to 300k but still some way to go" he said smiling. Darren nodded "I feel a lot better as well" he told the doctor. "Keep taking the medication Darren, be as regular as you can and you will be back to normal" Dr Edwards told him. Darren looked at him "Normal, with this hanging over me?" he replied taken back. "There is no need not have a normal life Darren" Dr Edwards said looking at him. Darren half smiled "Okay" he said as the doctor gave him another appointment in one months time. "You should find yourself a job Darren, your bright enough to make something of your life don't end up on this estate forever" Dr Edwards said cautiously. Darren looked up at him "Giving career advice now as well" he said trying to be light hearted about it. Dr Edwards chuckled "Really Darren, you could make something of your life you have what it takes". He walked home contemplating what the doctor had said, he knew Dr Edwards was right and seemed to show some concern for him. But for the moment he had no idea how or what, he did know that hanging around with his friends would not allow him to move on. If he was honest with himself he really wanted off the estate and find a sensible life. It caused him to question if getting the revenge was really what he wanted to do or even if it would be worthwhile, no matter what he did he was still going to have HIV at the end of it. Apart from the gang of friends who he hung out with around the estate his existence was a lonely one. He had no patience to be with a girl despite many of them swooning over him because of his looks and tattoos, he just never felt it was what he wanted. A mother who neither cared or wanted him in the house, a father who was lazy as fuck and only showered and shaved once a week when he went to the pub. He sat down in the park looking across the road at the estate and suddenly seeing it for what it really was, run down and a grotty place with grotty residents, the people in the town avoided cutting across and took the long way round despite the inconvenience. The families were abusive, rough and picked on anyone who had the balls to cut through their territory. It never use to be like this he thought, the last 7 years it had gained a bad reputation all over town and in the indeed the county. Sitting on the swing he thought about that late afternoon two years ago that lead him to this point in his life. To him it was just normal to pick on the guy as he had in school, the years that had gone by didn't seem to have made any difference. He still enjoyed taunting him and calling him a poofter when he saw Byron. But this time he had pushed him over the edge, finally having had enough of the years of abuse he turned and made Darren atone for his sins over the years. He never expected or saw it coming but Byron had changed and he never fathomed how much muscle Byron now packed as he felt himself overpowered with ease. He hadn't seen Byron since that afternoon, he did wonder if he was keeping a low profile and avoiding crossing the estate now. Byron is the same age and was in his classes at school until he left having won a scholarship at some private school. The scrawny upper class prick Darren thought remembering back, his blond hair, blue eyes and slight frame. The timid shy person was easy pickings at school. Not today he isn't he thought, he still has blond hair and blue eyes and that is where it ends. He now stands at five feet ten inches tall, a dancers build that is fit and heavily muscled, you would never know that as he wears loose clothing. That is what fooled Darren to think he could still take Byron down. Byron picked up his suitcase from the luggage carousel at Heathrow and said good bye to several of the cast members who had flown back on the same flight from New York. Promising they would go out on his return to London before they started rehearsals for their next show on one of the popular TV reality shows. Today though he was going back home to Malvern and his foster parents to spend the next two weeks over Christmas with them. Thankful that at least he could have a nice rest and recharge his batteries. The driver spotted him coming through the arrivals exit, you couldn't miss Byron with his little bun on the top of his head and a kind of designer stubble adorning the now chiselled features on his face. He cut an imposing silhouette amongst the crowd exiting the doors, the driver walked towards him and waved, Byron smiled in acknowledgement. Tom had driven Byron around quite a bit over the last year and they had become fairly acquainted with each other, they shook hands and walked out of the terminal over to the short stay car park. "How was your trip to New York Byron?" Tom asked heaving the case in to the trunk of the car. "Really good but exhausting" he replied "two months of two shows a day, kind of glad to be home for the rest". Tom chuckled "I read that you were quite a hit on Broadway, the singing and dancing" he said looking at him. Byron laughed and sat in the back seat "Only one song in the musical, I didn't want to but they coerced me". "Don't Byron" Tom said as they pulled out of the car park "I have heard you sing, you are amazing". They rattled on for the entire drive to Malvern, Byron actually was quite fond of Tom and had no problem engaging in conversation. Mountview had spotted a star in the making with Byron, almost the triple threat of singing, dancing and acting which was perfect for musical theatre. Byron however found his first love in dancing weather contemporary, ballet or ballroom he was pretty good at all styles. He was the first dancer that Mountview put with one of the top talent agencies and the only dancer who got private transport instead of public. He knew time was ticking and he would have to start on medication soon since his last test showed he was running a virus level of 600k, but due to his fitness he remained very healthy, albeit dangerous to have sex with. The car passed the outskirts of Malvern and headed through the town stopping at a set of traffic lights across from the Flowers estate. "God that place looks worse every time I see it" Byron said seeing Tom look over to his right. He nodded "Not a place you want to go through I hear" Tom said. Byron looked at Tom "Use to be such a nice place, but I guess a generation has moved on" he said wondering if Darren was still being a bully. They drove for several more minutes turning on to a leafy road with sprawling houses set back off the road either side. Continuing half way down they made a left turn on to the drive of his family home, the front door opened as his foster mother stood on the steps beaming at his arrival. Although he was old enough to leave and do his own thing he was still part of their family and he looked on them as his real parents. After all he owed a lot to them as they encouraged him and helped him down the performing arts route. Every review and production they would attend supporting Byron, Jane was impressed by how Byron had changed physically and become the handsome, kind and affectionate person he is today. Byron was retrieving his case from Tom when a red Porsche turned on to the drive and Stefan stepped running across the driveway hugging Byron. "How did you know I was coming home?" Byron asked letting go of Stefan. Stefan laughed and put his arm around his shoulder "Your mother texted me this morning" he said. Byron was so overjoyed to see Stefan that he welled up as they hugged. Through the years that passed and at every corner Stefan proved to be a friend, they really did count on each other. Maturing from just school friends to an incredibly close bond they formed over the years. A few snow flurries danced around in the air as the biting cold wind swirled across their faces. His mother called them both in to the warmth of his home.
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