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My name is Tonny and I just graduated from College. I am young slim and short for my age around 5’5’’ and about 130 lbs. My dad is italian and he’s completly covered of hairs but somehow the gene for pilosity didn’t transfer to me. I am completely hairless. During the summer , i worked at my uncle’s farm and I got a nice tan like I am caramel looking with my blond and blue eyes. Because the work at the farm was hard labor I started to have some muscule mass on me making me more tone. I loved wearing some tight shirt so that we could see my small pecs sticking out or my small biceps bulgings in my shirt. But during that summer my uncle was always going out for business trip with his wife for finding new tractors or other farming equipement to better harvest the corn in his field. Thus my uncle gave me the whole place to myself to take care of and there was a lot of work to be done for his return. So during the day i was tasked to help put the food for the cows and sweeping all the barn and cleaning all behind of cows and horses. The smell of farm shit didn’t bother me much but the remove the smell on you after a hard day you needed to take like 3 showers. But it was a nice job for the summer and my uncle paid me well for the work. After i was done sweeping the barn it was time for me to get inside the house to get the souper ready. While i was preheating the oven for my pizza, i felt this urge to go on my phone and check up grindr or others social media apps to check whos out there next to the farm. The farm was very far from the city and had only 2 neighboor few miles aways. So the chances to meet up a guy on grindr would be slimmed. Never the less i started to scroll and ended up on this profile with no picture just Daddy Leather. The small profile said that hes a real dom daddy willing to pop his sub’s cherry. I was intrigued about this popping cherry thing as it has been a very long time i havent been fucked. So i messaged him and told him i was able to host in my uncles farm. He immediately texted back saying that he always loved fucking farm boy and even fooling around in the hay in a barn. The idea of making a mess in the barn that i just cleaned up did bother me a bit but the idea of being fucked in a big space area and get dirty could be fun. I gave the address of my location and he told me he would be there around 30 minutes. Meanwhile i went out to the shower and started to douche my hole to make sure i was clean up everywhere. As soon i was out of the shower i could hear a big truck coming down the road with his loud rock and roll music. As soon he parked his car he got out and was walking toward the barn as the house was situation just behind it. I am guessing he thought i was still inside the barn working. So i got dress up fast and went out to greet him. And i couldnt belive my eyes when i saw him up close he was a real muscular daddy that you only see in porn movie. He was very large frame and from the opening his his dress shirt i was able to see a nice hairy chest. He was wearing short sleeve dress shirt and could see some nice sleeve tattooes on both arms. I welcomed him to my farm and told him that my room is just behind the barn he wanted to get in. He so of made a wink that he wanted to check out the inside of the barn as he mentionned before that he always wanted to fool around in the hay. I was like ok let's show him what I have there. The barn was a big open area where the horses were locked on the left side and on the right there were all the tools and some big ball of hay stacked on top of each other. Next to it there were the big bath of water that i use to help clean up the floor and to give to the horses to drink. The floor however was covered with this layers of muds and other animals by product giving a nice smell of farm animal and hay. He started to massage my sholders as we are walking inside the barn and he was really impress by what was available. I asked him what he had in mind and he told me that for a long time he has been on the hunt to find his next sub son for him to train and raise as his own flesh and blood. He told me that his dad this when he was younger and now he wants to keep the family tradition. That when he started to look more serious and he came right in front of me and because he was much taller than me my eye level were at his hairy chest and as he was so close i could smell this man smell of sweat. He looked into my eyes and told me point blank that he is the dad now and that i have to obey him as for the consequence would be a hard spanking. I told him that i would be willing to listen to him and obey his commands. He asked me to remove his dress shirt by 1 botton by one and from there i was able to see his entire chest and it was a nice hairy chest with some nice abs definition. But the most stricking from all of that was this biohazard tattoo he had on him. It was there near his belly button on plain sight for me to see. He looked at me with a grin on his face saying that tonight he will keep the family tradition. I wasnt sure by what he was refering too. Slowly but surely we were getting undress and we started to rub our body against one and other . The barn didnt have any air cooling system to it was real hot and humid so we were already started to sweat. He was starting to jerk off a bit and saw that his cock kept getting bigger and longer at each stroke. He told me that he had a 9 inch and i had no choice to take it all up. That when he grabbed real tight and pushed on top of one of ball of hay. I was surprised how strong he was and fast. He removed my underwear and started to lick my hole. I was still able to see his dick and it was real hard and big. He flipped me over and spit on my hole and told me to get ready to be fuck like a real good son. I told him that i wanted to play safe as i just met the guy and he told me that i shouldnt worry for that now. He started to rub his cock over my ass and his chest was rubbing all his hairy pecs on my back. Our sweat made the hole glide very easy. And then with the tip of his dick started to push against my anus and my hole started to open up slowly. I could feel that he wanted just to fuck me right now and there and in one hip trust he got his big dick down my hole. I screamed to how big it was. He didnt stop for me to take a breath as he just held me down with his arms wrapped around my neck and chest so that i dont run away. I kept telling him that i didnt want to fuck bareback and i wanted to play with a condom. He kept saying that’s how real men fuck and how his dad used to fuck him when he was younger and now hes passing the torch to his next son , me. He kept fucking me in and out with big hip mouvement and the dick was going deep inside my guts where i could feel it up in my throat. He was really fucking me rough and hard. As he is fucking me he saying how much hes proud of me his son to take his daddys big cock like a pro and that for my good behavior he would give me the gift of brotherhood and also some extra. He is announcing me that hes poz high viral. As soon he says that i start panicking as i dont want to get poz. I try to push away but my daddy with his arm wrapped around my neck pinnes me down and fucks me even harder.
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*based on my true story. Very early on I realised that I was a top with a dominant streak in bed, and sexually I wanted a total bottom fag boy, but I'm complicated, I like small lean boyish bodies, but not necessarily young, it's about attitude and I love body hair... When the trope is young hairless twink, add to that that I like slutty subby fag in the bedroom, and sweet average guy in the streets... And you're beginning to to see why I was still single at 45, the right mix of sexual chemistry, love and partnership just didn't seem to exist. Recently I'd come to terms with being single and was loving it, slowly building a group of regular sexy bottom boys who'd come around get puffed up, role play and spend the weekend getting fucked and bred by their daddy, and I loved it. The regulars would start to play out our fantasies and talk more openly about different role plays etc. One in particular a hot lean island boy, Patrick, older, but great bod and attitude, would get deeply into the idea of me owning him, and wanting to make his daddy happy, in between sessions there would be silence for weeks or even months, but when together it always started with puff, then ultimately intense hot sex and exploring fantasies. As we talked about different scenarios, public, parks, toilet hook ups etc I confessed I had a huge fantasy to have two bottom boys at once, one tucked under each arm, cuddled up on the bed each vying for my attention, my cock and who would be the lucky one to take my load. I thought nothing of it until one Friday afternoon when a text came in from him asking if I could get some puff and if I would like him to bring over his bottom friend and a verse guy for a foursome. I quickly said yes and arranged a time, meanwhile just because I was excited of course my normal supply of gear dried up, so had to search out more, thankfully I finally found some just after dark, but was still walking home from the pick up when the boy texted saying he was parking outside my apartment building. Stepping up, I quickly got to the car park and saw my boy paying for parking and went up to say hello, he smiled warmly, I hugged him being sure he could feel my significant package pressed against him, and quietly confirmed I had the supplies. We then turned and he introduced me to his friend, Dean, my cock twitched as I checked out this gorgeous young looking otter boy, I hugged him the same way and asked... Where the other guy was? Patrick said he was sorry but he had flaked, I said I wasn't worried but I did hope Dean was the other bottom, not the verse guy. Dean smiled and confirmed he was the bottom. We headed into the building, once in the lift with it's better lighting, I was busy checking out this sexy otter boy and he was checking me, and that was when he said it for the first time, "oh hi daddy" he said in obvious lust, having now been clearly able to see what I look like. At 45 I'd recently been working hard on myself, had lost weight, muscled up a bit and was looking pretty good for and older bearish white guy if I do say so myself. At 6'2" I was finally in a place of being confident and comfortable in my looks, as well as proud of my well kept salt and pepper beard, I also proudly wore tighter jeans that cupped and displayed my significant buldge prominently, because I loved catching guys checking it out as I walked down the street. Conscious not to alienate anyone I turned my attention to Patrick, complimenting him, cupping his bubble butt and asking "You boys ready to service daddy?" all the while silently being extremely excited to play with the new boy. The seconds felt like hours as the lift came to my floor and we headed down the hall to my apartment. Once inside I got the boys a beer each, playing up how daddy was letting his sons try it for the first time, then as they put they're stuff down and got situated, I sat on the couch, pulled out my pipe and loaded it up, taking the first decent hit, and asking them to join me. Patrick was fluffing around with his own pipe and gear, so it was Dean who eagerly joined me first, to my surprise, without hesitation he sat straight on my lap, straddling and facing me. "Hi Daddy" he whispered sexily as he gave me a first little kiss. I asked if he would like to try Daddies 'naughty' pipe, and made him promise never to tell mummy, as the role play kicked off. He agreed and I explained the best way to start out was to shot gun, I took a big lung full, went in close and blew the clouds into his mouth, transitioning into a passionate kiss as we passed it back and fourth. I then let him have one directly, being careful to explain it like it was the first time for my young son, and he proceeded to shotgun it back to me, his hands begining to explore my muscular chest as we made out. Coming up for air, I was keeping an eye on Patrick, who was still fluffing around, I've seen threesomes go wrong when two parties had better chemistry and accidentally left out the third, and I wanted my fantasy to come true, so was going to be sure Patrick was included. "Daddy, I feel so relaxed now" Dean said leaning into his role, "Daddy, do you like me rubbing your chest? Can I rub the rest of your body?" he asked sweetly, and I confirmed it was OK. Dean's hands explored all over me, and he complimented my body as my hands explored him, his back and settled on massaging his bubble butt. He hesitated before touching my packaged and looked at me as if to ask permission, which turned me on massively, and I confirmed it was OK for my son to be curious. When his hand touched my now rock hard 9" thick uncut rod bulging in my tight jeans he let out a moan so sexy in surprise and delight... He would later explain it was because he was worried I might have used a sock to stuff my buldge and when he confirmed it was real he was so thrilled. Patrick finally joined us and I moved Dean so each one was on either side of me. We sparked up our respective pipes and all began making out and shotgunning to each other, I was careful to insure both boys had equal attention, though already I was secretly favouring Dean. Soon enough the boys had my cock out and were taking turns stroking it, then sucking on it, at every stage there was something electric about Dean that had me starting to wish it was just he and I, one on one, but I wanted to see out my two boy fantasy, so kept intentionally keeping the balance. When it was finally clear that the next step was to fuck I decided to ask the boys who should get to ride my raw cock first. Dean confirmed it should be Patrick, because apparently in a previous threesome Patrick had missed out when the top focused on Dean and left him out. I moved us to the bed that I'd set up in the living room and lay back instructing Patrick to straddle facing me and sit on me while Dean got between my legs and closely watched as my lubed fat cock penetrated his tight hole. Like always, and like I loved about Patrick, he struggled to take my tool, but followed his daddies instructions not to pull off, to relax, and to take a little more, and keep repeating until I was all the way balls deep. At that moment I heard a sigh of lust as Dean exclaimed "wow" once Patrick sank fully onto my rod. Puffing another lung full Patrick then lent down and we made out, shot gunning as I began to thrust up into him, causing him to moan with involuntary pleasure. Before long he was riding and grinding loving my tool in his boy pussy, but managing to control himself enough to come to a stop, pulling off and saying it was Dean's turn. Instructing the boys to switch positions so Patrick could watch the penetration this time, Dean was soon in my lap, reaching back, taking my cock and lining it up with his hole, unlike his 'brother' who had left it up to me to line myself up, Dean left nothing to chance wanting me to know how much he wanted me in him. As he sat back and we became one for the first time, I again noticed the electricity, something was different, somehow he was tighter, yet more receptive, somehow even as he struggled to take my significant thickness I could tell there was no hesitation, he needed me in him, and with the last two inches still to go and Dean seemingly unable to take more, I couldn't control my animal side and I angrily, passionately and roughly thrust up, forcing the rest balls deep. Dean yelped in happy extacy and pain, Patrick may have moaned, but I can't remember, he was tuned out in this moment of taking my boy fully for the first time, and with overwhelming desire to thrust into him and own him, he rode like a champion as I bucked into him lustfully, dreaming of breeding him. I took control then, and swapped back to Patrick, being sure not to let my connection to Dean overshadow the threesome of my fantasy, I was soon trying each boy in every position and was making the plan to first cum inside Patrick to be sure he felt equal. As I was about to finish a round inside Dean and move back to Patrick with the intent of seeding his hot brown bubble butt, Patrick, with a noticeable look on his face announced he had lost the mojo of the moment and said he wanted to go home. I pulled out, sitting back up, instantly worried that both boys would leave and secretly relieved as I had a growing desire to inseminate Dean. Patrick asked Dean if he wanted to go too, and I felt an insane fear that he had not felt our connection, but he looked at me with lustfull eyes asking if he could stay. I was thrilled, saying he could stay all night if he wanted and asking if he had a way home in the morning, offering my services to give him a ride if needs be. As Patrick packed up and left it was clear that despite my best intentions he had become jealous, sensing my preference for Dean, and he left, looking a little dejected, which I was sorry for, but didn't really care because now I had the object of my true desire to myself. Within minutes I had moved Dean to my actual bedroom, somewhere I didn't take hook ups, and I had him on his back, his hot little hairy otter boy body writhing in pleasure as my fat raw cock stretched his hole, his legs on my shoulders and I passionately kissed more clouds into him. My body kept him from playing with his totally ignored tiny little cock, but that didn't matter, Dean was all about the pleasure he got from my cock penetrating him, he was a total bottom for me and wanted for nothing more. His eyes rolled back as his body shuddered when I asked if he wanted me to breed him, "yes sir, yes please, please inseminate me, make me yours" he pleaded with begging eyes staring into mine, and it was enough to send me over the edge, the animal taking control, almost violently forcing myself deeper than ever before, pinning him down, angrily, primaly and with no escape for him, I began to unleash the biggest load of my life, rope after rope shot deep inside, letting out loud nasty growls as my body spasmed, continuing to shoot and pulse longer than I ever remember before, "take it all boy, good bitch, take daddies seed, squeeze tight, don't let it leak, show respect, hold it in you, yeah, feel it, does that feel good?" Only then as I asked that question did I look into his eyes seeing that his body too was spasming and the best he could manage was to nodd affirmatively as his little cock shot a load between us. Finally as we each began to regain composure Dean wrapped his legs around me, physically holding as he begged me not to pull out, blissfully pleading about how much he loved my cock in him and how it had never felt that way before. My head desired to keep going, but the shear intensity of the orgasm had temporarily drained everything from me, it was like my body had decided that this wasn't just a fuck, it was a transfer of my essence to this worthy receptical and now I needed to know how he felt. "I'm going to pull out boy, I need a rest after that amazing orgasm, you squeeze tight, don't let my seed leak out, show it respect". He gladly did as he was told, somehow what I said seemed to make total sense to him and be completely natural, then as I lay back to catch my breath he, without prompt, went straight down to suck my cock clean saying "can't waste any of my daddies precious seed". I was thrilled, this boy somehow naturally knows my rules and kinks, there are only two acceptable places for my load, up his ass and down his throat, pulling out should be considered a punishment, and he should gladly carry my seed in him publicly, seeming normal in the street, but my seed reminding him he is my toy and that making him smile and be proud. Once clean he snuggled into my side, instinctively knowing to stay lower, tucked under my arm, slowly stroking my cock, resting his head on my chest quietly as we recovered and finally breaking the silence with "Daddy, that was mind blowing, did you enjoy it too?" I snuggled back kissing his head, stroking his body, and confirming that yes it was possibly the biggest load I've ever shot in a boy and that I loved every second of it. I confirmed he was OK with how rough it got in the end and he answered how much he liked it, that infact I could go harder, choking and spanking or even bondage if I liked. He then told me that he had never in his life cum from being fucked alone before, he had always had to jerk off, that I had made something happen that he thought was a myth. We continued to chat about our sexual kinks and desires, discovering in every way we were like positive and negative, yin and yang for our desires, until after a moments silence he asked me, "what are you looking for Daddy? Just a hook up, a regular fun time, or a boy to own"? I confirmed I was open to it all but my true desire was to find a boy to own, who in streets and in front of family is my sweet sexy boyfriend that I might even marry one day, but who in private was my sex toy faggot play thing, that kissed my mother hello with lips that only moments before had been sucking my cock and swallowing my load, a boy who went to work with my fesh load held deep in his hole and he clenched to hold it in as he went about his duties, a boy who would be over the moon to find a little pottle of my semen included in his lunch box, who would worship my cock like his God, and would get his pleasure not from his own little cock, but from mine penetrating his horny boy hole, and receiving my seed. A boy whose biggest problem would be that he loves me fucking him and doesn't want me to stop, but he also physically craves my semen in him. A boy who would only play with other men if he had my permission and I was there, who would then reconfirm his preference for me over the other top by disrespecting his semen and pushing it out or spitting it out... Who considered condoms heresy, only there for him to beg permission to remove, or to damage so they would definitely break inside. As I spoke he cuddled in, moaning, loving it and soon after I finished he said "how do you know me so well? None of that seems like rules, it seems natural and perfect... Do you think I could apply to be your boy? What would I need to do?" "if you want to give yourself fully to me, the first step is to take my load in your ass, hold it there without spilling, then on the same night suck my cock until I cum in your mouth and hold as much in your mouth as you can, swallowing a little if you must, then showing me and waiting on instructions... But be warned it is hard to make me cum through head alone, you'd need to work very hard and no boy has succeeded without me having to jack off. If you pass that test there is more, but we can talk if you get that far". "would you like me to be your boy sir?" he asked, needing the reassurance of his possible alpha daddy. "Fuck yes!" I confirmed emphatically, "so far you are my dream boy, physically and emotionally". With that a look of determination came across his face and before I knew it, my hands where above my head, and he was between my legs sucking my still hard cock like his life depended on it. It wasn't easy, he required some encouragement and instruction, and I had to hold my hands above my head physically in order to stop from the edging he was giving me making me take over. I wanted this boy to succeed like no other, I wasn't going to take control and ruin his chances. And to his credit he kept going, changing positions, trying different rhythms and styles, deep throating, gagging, changing angles, until about an hour in he found the magical rhythm angle and depth, and he redoubled his efforts sucking like a starving child working for a life saving meal, and I was moaning louder and louder, my neighbours must have heard, and then to my massive relief and happy surprise I did what I rarely ever have done before, I shot my load, purely due to the lips, mouth and tongue that currently worked my rod. Dean took it all in his mouth, I felt him take a couple of swallows but no semen leaked from his lips, even as I shot another massive load, one that frankly surprised even me, how could there be this much in my balls after the load I shot in his ass not long ago? Once finally done and I regained my composure I usher Dean up, and told him to open his mouth and show me my seed, there it was coating his tongue. "now close your mouth and swirl it around, make sure you fully taste and enjoy it all" he moaned showing genuine enjoyment as he did as he was told until I instructed him to swallow. "did that taste good?" I asked already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it. "Yes Daddy, it was delicious. Daddy can I tell you something? You might think badly of me, but I've sucked and swallowed lots of cocks and cum in my life, and I'm not bullshitting when I say, yours tastes the best feels the best, and your cum might be my new favourite food" he blushed a little. "You know what boy, daddies had lots of experience too, and I'm already forgetting them because you are so much better. If you're telling the truth to me then you are my dream boy and love". Dean snuggled in, confirming that yes it was the truth, going to some detail about how good my seed was, about how he can feel it in his tummy and his ass still, how it seems like it is taking over his body now and almost chemically owning him. I confirmed that was my intent, and after making out a little more, I picked up the pipe again, as I breathed in the clouds I realised, not once had my boy left my cock unattended, I'd never had to remind him, to stroke it or suck it, he naturally knew he should be of service to it, and I leant in, shotgunning and making out deeply with him. "I'm glad you stayed and don't have to rush away" I confirmed in between puffs and kisses, "you've got me rock hard again... Can that sweet boy hole take some more pounding?" "yes daddy, please, is this part of becoming your boy daddy?" "no son, this is purely for lust and passion, I'll tell you about next steps after". And before I knew it I was balls deep raw in his hot tight hole again, again it both resisted and hurt but somehow was also accepting and welcoming, as I got balls deep I noticed any plain was also gone and replaced with pleasure as soon as I bottomed out. Something he later said that was also unique to me. This time we fucked in a more loving passionate and connected way, near the end it got rougher as I bred him, which he loved, but the fuck itself was long, deep and focused on being as one, as intensely as possible. As he sucked me clean, my third load now settling deep in his sweet boy pussy, I found myself hoping this was real and not just another hot hook up forgotten in the new day... And to my surprise my boy was thinking the same way. "it's morning daddy, I have to go home soon, but I mean it sir, I want to be yours, see where this goes and devote myself to you, my mouth and ass already desire more of your cock and seed. What do i do next to be your property?" With that I explained that he should go home, live his life for a week, be a slut, get as much cock and cum as he can, and I will get as much ass as I can, then in the cold sober light of Friday, if we still want each other I will invite you back for a night making love without puff to be sure this is not just a drug fantasy. And if all of that goes well, then you will be my boy. I explained, this was a test to be sure our connection was special, that no other man could satisfy him like me and no other boy could satisfy me. I told him I hate games, I like honesty, and to please stay in touch, communicate lots about everything during the week, even if it is not what we hope, I would rather not be left wondering. He agreed, and after I offered him a shower but he said he didn't want to wash my smell off him, we got ready and I drove him home, now knowing where my toy lived. The following week went by quickly, my boy delighting me by keeping in constant touch on whatsapp, both of us expressing our desire for more of the other, then going off with other people to see if it saciated the desire... And it never did, took the edge off a little for a short time yes, like a drug addict getting an inferior substitute, but the cravings continued until 6pm Friday night, I stood outside my apartment building, a huge smile across my face as I got instantly hard seeing my boy walking up the street returning to me, rushing, with no patience left as he waited to cross the busy street and fall into my arms for a deep close passionate kiss and cuddle. The drivers looking at us melted away as I rushed him inside, and quickly desperately got naked and got inside him again. Making passionate connecting love, drug free, all evening and again when we woke in the morning. He blew off his plans for the weekend and coming week, and we have been together ever since... Puffing, role playing, living out fantasies. But it would take a year before I would reveal my last secret to him, we'd said we were on prep, but not discussed status, and my connection with him had been so intense and so overwhelming straight away, that l had kept from him that I am HIV positive, undetectable. But how he found that out is a whole other story... Tbc?
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Chapter 1 Holden was trying unsuccessfully to tie his bow tie in the hotel room mirror as he prepared for his big day. His nerves were tying him in knots. He was getting ready to marry his girlfriend of two years. He should be overjoyed but the stress of the day was getting to him and to add to it his cousin and best man had still not shown up. Frustrated that he was unable to tie the bow tie he accepted defeat. He took a seat at the edge of the bed and held his head on his hands. Just then Alex flew through the door, with his tux in a garment bag flung over his shoulder. “Dude! Where’ve you been?”, Holden exclaims as he jumps up and hugs his cousin. “So happy to see you! The ceremony is in less than a two hours!” “Don't worry, buddy! I’ve got you!” Alex meets Holden in the embrace. “We have plenty of time. I just got a little side track”, He says with a little smirk. “Oh man, what’s his name?”, Holden asks. “As if I ever stick around long enough to get a name”, Alex laughs. Alex immediately starts to undress to change into the tux. His nicely defined chest is in full view. Below his belly button is a biohazard tattoo on full display. Holden knew his cousin had contracted HIV a couple years back and always admired him for his pride. “Why are you so stressed, man?”, Alex asks seeing the worried look oh his cousin’s face. “I don’t know, man, the wedding, I can’t tie this damn tie, you being late… on top of all that, Rachel has been holding out on me for the last few weeks so my balls are filled to the brim” As Holden explains and Alex continues to change his clothes, he pulls down his pants. Wearing no underwear he exposes his big, hairy uncut cock. this is not the first time Holden has seen his cousins dick. Both Holden and Alex would fool around with each other when they were younger, jerking each other off, but it’s been a couple years since his seen Alex naked and his dick looks even bigger than he remembered it, glistening in the light for his recent fuck. “Well, if you’re horny, I can definitely help you with that”, Alex states with a devilish grin. His veiny dick twitches as he makes the bold statement. “Shut the fuck up, I can’t do that! I’m getting married in a couple hours”, Holden exclaims trying to look Alex in the eye but keeps glancing down at Alex’s growing member. “Dude relax! You need to relieve some tension and you know I’m good at the”, Alex says with a smirk as he goes over to Holden and begins rubbing his shoulders. Holden exhales deeply. “You definitely were good at doing that”, he says with a smile. “Seee! Now just sit here on the bed and I’ll take care of you”, Alex says as he sits Holden down at the foot of the bed. Fully naked Alex begins to undo Holden’s belt and unzip his fly. Holden leans back and rest his elbow on the bed as he watches his cousin get to work. Alex pulls out Holden’s instantly hard cock and begins stroking. Holden fat dick immediately starts leaking precum and Alex squeezes it out of the fat head and uses it to lube his stokes. Holden lets out a deep moan. Pulling down Holden’s tuxedo pant, Alex continues to explore Holden’s body, massaging Holden’s massive balls and massaging his taint “Looks at those massive balls! Don’t worry stud you’ll still have plenty of baby juice for tonight” Alex says admiringly. “I remember back in the day you used to shoot 5-6 massive loads a day. Holden opens his eyes and shoots his cousin a dazed smile as licks his lips in enjoyment. As he does he notices Alex’s heavy dick is now sticking straight up. His huge man dick making him even hornier. Still stoking Holden’s cock, Alex repositions himself standing on the edge of the bed. “You wanna taste my cock, don’t you?”, Alex asks. Looking him in the eye, Holden nods with his tongue out and Alex guides the back of Holden’s head to his hairy dick. Holden senses are jolted as he takes his cousin’s huge cock. The musky smell of his cock and balls tell him the his cousin hasn’t showered in a couple days. The tangy taste is a mix of cum and ass juice from who knows how many hook ups. His throats expands as he tries to accommodate his cousins fat dick head as it flares deep Inside. “Oh fuck! That mouth is so good. Why haven’t we ever done this before?”, Alex moans. Holden briefly take the hairy dick out of his mouth and states, “I’ve always wanted to” and the continues slurping on his cousin’s cock. Encouraged my Holden’s enthusiasm he explores under Holden’s balls and probing his tight hole. Holden moans on Alex’s cock. “Now that you got my dick all lubed, are you ready to graduate to the next step?” Alex asks. As he does he sticks two fingers deep Inside Holden’s jock hole. “Fuck, you got me hard as a rock but you’re positive”, Holden states. “Don’t worry, I can wrap it up for you”, Alex says with a wink. Without waiting for a response he grabs a condom and some lube from his bag and props his cousin’s muscular legs on his shoulders, he slides the condom on, lubing it up after he’s done. Holden stokes his cock and lubes his hole as he waits in eager anticipation for his cousin’s dick. Alex lines his fat cock up with Holden’s hole and pushes in. Holden lets out a short scream as his hole is stretched to the limits. As Holden gets accustomed to the size, Alex continues to slide in until he’s balls deep. “You ready for me to fuck the cum out of you?”, Alex asks. Holden nods with the hunger in his eye. Alex begins fucking his hard and rough “Fuck! This hole is better than I imagined”, Alex states as Holden moans, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. Alex grasps Holden’s dick and starts stroking it as he fuck him with long deeps strokes. As he stokes Holden and he watches his dick slide in and out of this hole he notices that the condom has broken and what remains is a wadded up ring of the base of the condom 3/4 of the way down his shaft. As he continues to fuck him in steady strokes he states, “Holden, the condom broke but your silky insides feel so good I can’t pull out”. “Fuck! please don’t pull out. I’m gonna bust soon. I need to shoot this load”, Holden responds as he grasps the shaft below and feels the broken condom. “You gonna bust with my big raw dick Inside you?”, Alex asks. “Yes sir!” Holden responds as Alex strokes his cock. “Seeing you shoot that load is gonna send me over the edge stud. My poz dick is already so close”, Alex taunts. “Oh fuck, sir!”, Holden responses “You want me to flood your hole with my poz seed?", Alex continues. “Oh fuck I’m so close”, Holden states. “Tell me you want it faggot! Tell me you want my dirty load!” Alex demands. “Please give me your poz load sir!” Holden says with desperation in his eyes. With that Alex pounds hard, deep and rough on Holden’s hole and with in seconds Holden’s whole body tenses up and begins shooting his load. “Fuuuccckkkk!” Holden screams as the load is pounded out of him. “Fuck yeah give me that load!” Alex states. Huge volleys of cum shoot all over Holden’s muscular chest. The sight of this begins to send Alex over the edge. Pounding harder and faster his balls tense up and his dick head flares as he anchors himself deep inside his cousin. “Take my poz load you stupid fucking faggot!”, Alex screams as he blast toxic cum deep inside Holden. Holden clamps his muscle hole around Alex's angry dick and pulls out the last drop of his dirty seed. For a few minutes he continues to massage his load into Holden's wretched hole with his massive dick. When Alex finally pull out his still hard cock he presents it to Holden to clean it off and with out a word Holden sucks it clean tasting the mix cum, blood and ass juice. After, both me are sweating profusely as they try to catch their breath after the hot fuck. The only thing Alex can think to say is, “ I bet that helped relive some of your tension” and both me begin laughing.
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I know how it sounds, but trust me, I don't want to work for the rest of my life. I unfortunately had some some wild, luxurious nights in my 20s that have sunken me in credit card debt that'll be paying forever in me 30s unless I get it under control now. I just think this is the easier way out. I watched a documentary once and that is how I got the idea initially; I figured, if girls can sell their hymens, why can't men sell their status? I thought it was fascinating that it has become it's own fetish in an of itself, but admittingly I was not that into it personally. I'm already planning on spending my life on PrEP anyway, so in reality, nothing really changes. I get a payday, he gets a fantasy fulfilled, and get to knock out a chunk of debt. win/win/win. I had found a website to post my ad on, and after spending some time enjoying some stories, I got up enough courage to post a message below: "32 yr old, vers/bottom looking to sell my status. Currently neg on PrEP, but for the right price I'd be willing to flush what I have left, and meet up a week later. Only serious inquires please" It had only took a few hours before I had a few messages, but mostly low balls or jokesters. Then one subject line in particular caught my eye.... "Re: Selling my Status - Bidding 50k Hey boy, I'd be interested in buying. I'll have 50k up front in a week, but I want to meet up tonight to meet in person. Let me know if you agree, this offer expires in an hour. Also, bring your PrEP." I got giddy with excitement! That would at least pay at least 3 credit cards out, and was double the price I was ever expecting. I replied back and agreed to meet up tonight, will order a Lyft in an hour. He replied back with his address, and I jumped in the shower. This was going better than ever expected! After the shower I plugged the address into the app, he had lived an hour away, and the ride was a bit pricey. But the chance at getting 50k was too good to pass up, and even though he lived in the country side, his house was huge, on a big secluded piece of property. The driver dropped me off at the front door, and I gathered up the courage to knock after thinking about how crazy this was. I had figured if things go south, then at least I'm still on PrEP. He opened the door, I just realized I hadn't even asked him for a picture before coming over. I was surprised at how good he looked. He was a bit older than me, just a few grey hairs showing on his head and beard. He had his shirt off, and jogging pants with sneakers. "Hi, I'm Matt, nice to meet you." He reached in for a hug and I obliged, and slowly roamed his hands down to my butt before giving it a big squeeze. I blushed as he let go, and asked me to follow him to the living room to discuss terms. I followed him in and was shocked to find his coffee table was full of what looked like drugs and paraphernalia. I had only mostly only drank, and smoked a small bit of weed in college, so I immediately felt out of my element. Matt sensed my worry, and patted a hand on the couch near him. "We don't have to do anything tonight, I just have it out because that is what I do - sell them. How do you think I'd be able to afford this?" He smiled and laughed as I sat down. "So you mentioned you had a few things to chat about?" He reached for a blunt as I relaxed into the couch. "Do you mind?" he asked as he lit the end without waiting for my answer. "Not at all." He took a hit and passed it over to me, and I reluctantly agreed, not wanting to be rude to the man whose about to pay my way out of debt. I passed it back as the body high hit. He took another hit before passing it back. "Hey, relax, I can sense your still tense yet." I started an inhale as he got up, and returned back to the couch with 2 Gatorades. He handed one to me and I again took it, not wanting to be rude. I took a couple sips from it as he started to go over his terms. "So just three things, really. Number 1, I can tell you're not into this as I am, but I still want you to have a fun time. I'm going to get you a bit high tonight, it'll help take the edge off, and you will actually enjoy some fun tonight. Will be a little introduction to the next weekend." That sounded reasonable, as I nodded to him. I started to feel a little woozy, but luckily was still seated. I tried to keep my attention focused on him. He patted his hand again near him, like I was some kind of dog. It was demeaning, but again, didn't want to be rude. As I slid over, I stumbled and fell, landing my head in his lap. He laughed, and motioned for my to roll over, so my face was towards his body. "Have you ever done Tina before?" I didn't want to sound like a loser, but I didn't even know what it was. "I haven't yet, but am down for whatever. You're really helping me out with this." He reached over to the coffee table, grabbed a pre-loaded pipe and reached under my legs with his other hands, pulling my up so I'm sitting in his lap. I can feel how big he was, and let out a tiny "oh." "Don't worry, like I said we won't have to do anything tonight. Let me show you how this works. When it's time, inhale, okay?" He took the pipe, and lit it with a torch underneath, as white smoke filled the chamber. He inhaled, and then leaned in for a kiss. As our lips met, I inhaled as he passed the smoke into my lungs. He pulled back. "hold it, boy." a more stern command than he had been before, but I did as instructed, until he had me release. The rush felt amazing, but the horniness is what drove me mad. I stared into his eyes, as he looked down and bit his lips. Apparently, I had slipped my hand down my waistband to stroke myself. "Good boy." He placed the pipe in my mouth and told me to hold the stem. I did as he instructed. "I'm going to light this, but don't inhale until I tell you. After, don't exhale until I tell you." He lit the torch, and once the clouds filled completely, I instantly sucked in a huge hit on his command. He motioned for me to sit up on the couch, and I did as instructed. "exhale boy, then strip and lay on your belly, head over the armrest." It was like a lightbulb for my inhibition left my brain, and just started instinctively following his orders. Within 30 seconds I had been naked on this man's couch, head leaning over anticipating the next instruction. anticipating the next hit. He stripped out of his pants, revealing a huge biohazard symbol just above his cock. He walked over to the couch so his cock was directly in front of my mouth. "Suck it, boy." Without hesitation, I immediately took him in my mouth, feeling more and more turned on as I kept thinking about his tattoo. "Number 2, we're going to make a video soon, with you flushing your pills down the toilet. Then you're going to look into the camera, and explain why you did it. This video will only be for me to hold as evidence, incase you regret this later. Agreed?" He started thrusting in and out, and I could only muster a mumbled "yes" as he increased speed. He grabbed my hair to pull my head up, as he stuffed a bottle under my nose. "inhale, and don't stop." I took 4 big hits before he pulled the bottle away. I was flying in pig heaven, my throat being annihilated, getting hornier and hornier thinking about a poz load being shot down my throat. Then out of now where, he pulled out and stopped. "Get your pills." I rolled off the couch, and grabbed them. "Smile for the camera, hold the bottle out to show what it is, then down the hallway to the bathroom. I'm going to follow you, watch you flush, then get on your knees and start confessing. Make it sounds good if you really want this." I should have probably stopped here, but my inhibitions were gone, and I wanted this. I wanted his poz load. No wait?! I wanted his money. What was I thinking? The camera turned on, and I switched into my new role, as if I was acting. I smiled, showed him my bottle, gave it a shake - I just got this 3 month's supply, only 3 pills were missing. I turned and walked down the hall, into the bathroom. I opened the lid of the toilet, and without hesitation, poured the entire bottle into the toilet. I lingered over the plunger for a second, but the damage was already down. I pressed it down, and watched my neg status was down the toilet. He motioned my down from behind the camera, and I reacted. I dropped to my knees, one hand toying with my soft cock. I looked up at the camera, and began. "I just flushed my Truvada pills down the toilet. I am currently neg on them now, but in a week I won't be. I'm doing this so Matt can Poz me, change my status forever. Convert me." Matt finally spoke. "Good boy. Now open wide, when I aim it at your mouth, you swallow, otherwise I want you drenched it in." I had only been confused for a seconds before he started pissing in me as I knelt on the bathroom floor. I had started rubbing my cock harder as he covered me in it, before it hit my open mouth. I've never done this before, but was proud to find myself swallowing the last spurts of it down my throat. As he finished pissing, he turned off the video and set it down. "Good boy. Now last thing, Number 3. Give me your wallet, I'm keeping your credit and debit cards so you can't purchase any more. I'm also keeping a copy of your license, just incase. I want a confirmed conversion, so don't think about trying to get any more pills This will go on for as long as it takes, but if you don't cheat, I'll have it done in one. Now get dressed and get the fuck out, see you in a week." He opened the door, and threw me out naked. I had just got the last piece of clothing on before a new driver had appeared to take me home. I had been so horny though, I asked the driver for a redirect to the nearest glory hole. I was too horny tonight to not swallow a load or two.
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Our status, our state This is not the story yet, I need to explain the background so that I can start chapters without many boring setups. *** CONTEXT *** From dystopia to positive (pun intended) world. The story is set in 2050 after 20 years United Nations had realized the "Zero HIV infections 2030 goal" has miserably failed, together with all HIV vaccine trials and attempts of eradication. European Union has become a unique state with a single president in 2028 after a devastating war, new USE - United State of Europe's president was a very liberal politician who believed in human rights, awareness and protections but HIV cases did not stop growing because of a meds/prep resistant strain and people are fed up of all this mess. President attempts to calm population's unsatisfaction down and tries to plan mass sex education programs for young and adults, but he's unaware about the conspiracy behind the virus: his direct opponent was an old, retired, gay scientist who survived AIDS emergency in 80s as a long-term non-progressor, he didn't need meds and rather than helping science for humanity's good, he's created a lethal HIV strain to be used for military purpose. But having survived the real war, he's changed his mind. There's another way to eliminate HIV/AIDS trouble from Europe and the world, isolating HIV-positive people in a town built for them in a desert island and banning sexual freedom from the rest of the state. Campaign is a success and 2029 is the year where human rights are canceled by new president voted by people in place of the liberal one. The damage is done in a few months: HIV-positive can do whatever in their town (Bugdom) but it's strictly forbidden to cross the gate! Only way to contact negative folks is Internet in game or social network or ordinary mail and instant messengers, but everything is controlled from the neg world's side and if a neg is caught talking about sex with another neg or worse with a poz, they'll be locked into a cage in Bugdom where a neg has no basic human rights at all, unless a poz person decides to take them under their wing for pity or sex hunger. The gifter is the only one who can establish if and when the neg is worthy of becoming a true Bugdom citizen, meanwhile a negative person in the town can only be a slave with no say. In all these conflict there's a third (unlistened) opinion: HIV's. The old scientist is completely unaware that Bugdom's HIV has acquired capability of thinking, reasoning, feeling AND TALKING because it has mutated through years and perfectly knows what has been previous decades' human sex freedom and it (he) wants humans to have it back. Story begins with a 18-years-old boy who was born neg in 2032, from a poz couple. President's statement is that neg children born in Bugdom must grow up away from poz parents and be raised by the State, but the teen's father doesn't agree at all! Author's note: yes, I'm inspired by some social and political events of the real world but no intention to promote or discourage anything; this year has elections both in Europe and in US and, I hope, everyone of us is responsible of what they does. Politically and sexually. Literary exaggerations and parodies aren't forbidden after all, this is a sex and entertainment web site and my story is for this purpose only. First chapter currently in draft.
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poz The inclusive club of positive daddies
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Part 1 Six months ago, James got to know John and Amir in the back room of the bar. John and Amir both took turns fucking James' ass in the back room of the bar. "Do you like our bare and dirty cocks?" "Wanna get some hot cum in your unprotected hole?" John and Amir whispered in James' ears. "Yes seed me", "recharge my hole", "give me your poison", begged James greedily. Finally, when both men had emptied their positive seeds into James' hole all three men returned to the bar side. John and Amir were happy to meet a new poz-hungry man. The men said they were a couple and had been together for 5 years. Amir had already been a poz when they met and had corrupted John early in their relationship. John had wanted to get an infected cock for a long time and had been looking for a suitable positive inseminator. James said that he had the fuck flu six months ago, but he doesn't know who gave him the virus. John, Amir and James drank beer and talked for a long time. John and Amir said that together with their friends, they had founded their own club for positive men, which met a couple of times a month. The club did all kinds of fun together. Sometimes we spend movie nights or a day at the beach together, sometimes we organize fuck parties and sometimes we cook together. The Positive Daddies club is a safe space for positive men to be together, talk, enjoy nudity and have uninhibited sex together. The idea for the club was born from the fact that many in the positive men's circle of friends had chased the virus, but had not found a suitable infector. The club can help chasers, although only infected positive men can become full members. Negative chasers can only become trial members of the club and can only participate in fuck fests, but not in other club events. John and Amir said that the club already had several regular members today, who have progressed from trial membership to full members. James was really enthusiastic about the club and definitely wanted to be involved in the club's activities. "As a positive man, you can become a member directly, but it requires that all members are in favor of joining. The process proceeds so that you can come and present yourself at the next meeting, and at the meeting it will be decided whether you will be accepted as a member," said John. "Next week we have a movie night at a member's house. If you want to come and present yourself, it is possible," continued Amir. ___ I don't know if this setting is interesting enough for a sequel?- 14 replies
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I met Matt on Craigslist, back when they still had the personals section. He advertised as a vers bottom, and when I saw pics of his body and cock I knew I had to meet up with him. He had a massive 8.5" cock. I told him I usually topped at that point, so he was looking forward to hook up as well. He told me he was poz, but undetectable, but I could fuck him bareback if I wanted. I told him I prefer to use a condom (in those days) and he was cool with that and he had some available. He was also in a open relationship, but was playing separately. We agreed to meet up one Saturday afternoon. I got to his place and he was every bit as cute as his picture. About 6 foot 1 and a nice defined body with rather thick legs. We exchanged pleasantries and quickly got down to business, stripping off our clothes and getting on his bed. He was a great kisser, but I wanted a chance to suck on his massive cock, so we got into a 69 position and went down on each other. His cock was amazing. Even though I was mostly topping at the time, I definitely thought about bottoming for him. Eventually he wanted me to fuck him, so he gave me a condom and lubed his ass up as well as my cock. It was a great fuck with him on his back. I came in the condom, and he he shot a load all over his stomach, chest, and even his face. We had exchanged numbers and agreed to hookup again a few weeks later. Same thing as last time, making out, 69ing, Me fucking him on his back with a condom. This time though, about 5 minutes into fucking him I felt the condom snap as I thrust into him. I pulled out and looked down, seeing the condom gathered at the base of my 6 inch cock. I told him the condom broke and asked if he had another one. He said no, but I could keep fucking him if I wanted. I wasn't sure, but horniness overtook me and I plunged back into his ass bareback, eventually shooting my load deep in his ass, with him again shooting his massive load all over his chest and face. We didn't talk for a couple years until I was going through old text messages and I saw some from him. "Hey, what's up stranger?" I sent him. "Oh hey" he replied a few minutes later. "Crazy I was just thinking about texting you the other day." “Oh really?” I said. “Yeah, kinda disappointed I never got to fuck you,” he replied. “lol, no way, I was totally disappointed I never got to ride that cock of yours,” I told him. “Wanna?” He asked. I told him hell yeah, and would definitely be up for fucking him again as well. We got caught up, he told me he was single and had moved from a house to a condo on the east side. We arranged for me to come to his place in a couple days. The day of I showered and made sure I was cleaned out. I got there and we hugged and went to sit on his couch. He had a really cool townhouse style condo. He got me a glass of wine and we talked a while. At one point we both put our glasses down and leaned in and started making out. He was an incredible kisser and we did that for about 5 minutes. He broke off the kiss and said he’ll be right back and went upstairs to his bathroom. I figured he was cleaning out and getting ready for me to fuck him. We hadn’t talked about condoms at all, so I wasn’t sure if we were going to use them or not. I was kind of excited at the thought of barebacking with a poz undetectable guy again, after all u = u. I got up after a minute and went over to his dining room table, which was bar height, and had a couple art books on it. I leaned on the table and started looking through one of the books. I heard him come down the stairs and then he came up behind me and slid his arm around me. I saw him put a bottle of lube on the table beside me. He started kissing the back of my neck and nibbling on my ears. I instantly got hard. I leaned back and turned my head so we could kiss a bit more. As we were doing that he started undoing my belt and jeans, pushing them and my underwear down to the floor. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. He broke off our kiss and kinda pushed me up against the table. I heard him take off all his clothes and then he lifted my shirt off me, leaving me totally naked except for my socks. He kissed down my back until he got to my ass crack. He licked down my crack, spreading my cheeks apart until he found my hole with his tongue. My cock was rock hard, knowing I was going to get fucked. I had told him before coming over I might not be up for getting fucked, as at that time it really depended on my mood as I was mostly topping. He was cool with that, but with his tongue buried in my ass, I was more than ready. Up to this point, we still hadn’t talked about condoms, and my heart was pounding at the thought of him sliding his bare cock into me. I felt him stand up behind me and he leaned into me, his cock standing straight up in between my ass crack and his stomach. He started slowly sliding up and down along my crack, which I felt get a little slimy with his precum. He grabbed the bottle of lube and stepped away from me a bit. I felt a couple lubed fingers play with my ass, getting it ready for his 8.5 inch cut cock. A few seconds later I felt his lubed up bare cock head press up against my hole. My cock was so hard, and I was sure if I jerked it even a little I would explode immediately. He pressed forward and I relaxed, letting my ass expand as his unsheathed tool slowly made its way into me. He asked if I was okay and I nodded. He continued sliding all the way until I felt his pubes up against my ass. There was a little pain, but not much. My ass just felt really full. He slowly started pulling out as I leaned my head back on his shoulder. He pulled out to just the head and slid back into his pubes, slowly settling into a rhythm of long dicking me. He started with both hands on my chest, but after a minute sawing his dick in and out of me, he he put an arm around my chest and another on my cock and slowly started jerking me with his still lubed hand. I was in heaven. His cock stroked my prostate and his hand kept working my dick. There was a clock in my eye line and I watched the minutes tick by as I was barebacked by this poz undetectable stud. I could see a faint reflection of him fucking me in one of his paintings, glimpsing his 8.5 inch cock as he pulled nearly out of me each time. After a full 10 minutes of fucking me tip to base with his bare cock, I felt him start to shorten his thrusts and speed up a bit. “I’m getting close, do you want me to pull out?” he asked. I shook my head no. “Breed me.” He thrusting picked up pace even more, both hands going back to my hips to help jam his naked cock into me. I started jerking myself off and after only about 15-20 seconds, I felt the most amazing orgasm come over me, and I shot a huge load under his table and all over his hardwood floor. “I’m cumming,” he moaned as he switched to quick, short thrusts in and out of my ass, finally bottoming out as his raw cock finally stopped pumping its load in me. He put his head on my shoulder for a few moments. “Look between your legs,” he told me as he started pulling out his cock. I felt the tip of his bare monster cock leave my hole and a few moments later a stream of his white cum leaked out of my ass forming a puddle on the floor. “Holy fuck,” I said. “I actually didn’t think you were going to fuck me bareback.” “That’s okay, right?” He asked, concern in his voice. “That’s the best!” I exclaimed. He went to get a towel and wiped off his dick and my ass and cleaned the cum off the floor. We cuddled naked on the couch and finished our wine.
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I'm about ready to start taking PrEP. I've thought about it so long and I see it will be a great release for me, however, I have these intensely strong feelings that I am intending to start PrEP to go raw, but I feel in my own mind I'm going to the deliberately 'forget' to take it once I'm on it. Is this feeling familiar to anyone?
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Caleb lifted his gaze and looked directly into Mr. Sanchez's eyes. "Yes, it is big." Mr. Sanchez paused as he held Caleb's gaze. "When it gets big like this, Caleb, it hurts. You don't want me in pain, do you?" Caleb paused and glanced back down again, partly out of nervousness but also out of curiosity. "No, sir." "Feel how hard it is. Go on." Caleb extended his hand tentatively, hoping he hadn't misunderstood what his teacher was asking of him. "Feel how hard it is," Mr. Sanchez repeated. Caleb let his fingers come into contact with Mr. Sanchez's stiff cock shaft. To Caleb's surprise, Mr. Sanchez's shaft felt even harder than it looked. "Unless you can help me fix this, Caleb, I'm going to have to let Principal Lenox know about what I saw you doing in the bathroom stall." Caleb's stomach vaulted into his throat. How he wished he had never installed those damn apps. He had been so excited to download them now that he was finally eighteen. How he had counted the months in anticipation. How could he have forgotten to put his phone on silent before getting to class this morning? "I'll tell you what. If you help me get rid of this pain you've caused, I'll let you off with a warning. I'd really hate to see you not graduate on time after all the hard work you've done. But you're going to have to work even harder right now to show me you're serious about making up for what you've done." Leaving his fingers on Mr. Sanchez's engorged member, Caleb looked back up. "I really didn't mean to hurt you, sir." "Alright, Caleb." With that, Mr. Sanchez wrapped one hand around Caleb's and made Caleb fully grip the teacher's cock firmly. Guiding the teen's hand up and down at the base of his cockhead, Mr. Sanchez focused on how the teen's grip gently tugged and rolled his foreskin over the tip of his large mushroom head. "So, Caleb, if you're going to help me while we're doing this, I'm going to need you to tell me the truth about a few things." "Yes, sir," Caleb replied as he continued stroking Mr. Sanchez. "What were you doing on that app in the boy's bathroom?" "Answering messages," Caleb answered without taking his eyes off his teacher's cock. "Messages from whom?" "Some guys." "Oh, some guys, huh? And what were these guys saying to you?" A drop of precum emerged from Mr. Sanchez's cockslit as he continued guiding his student's hand up and down his dick. "Mostly how they wanted to meet up." "Meet up for what? To do what? Be specific, Caleb." Mr. Sanchez enclosed his hand more tightly around Caleb's, increasing the pressure from the teen's grip around the teacher's precum-leaking dick. Caleb paused before replying, "For sex." Mr. Sanchez confirmed his understanding with an "mhmm." A big drop of precum dripped from the teacher's cock onto Caleb's forearm. "Remind me how old you are, Caleb." "I just turned eighteen." "I'm going to need to unlock your phone, Caleb." "I don't know if that's a good idea, sir." "Is that so? Well, it's not a request. Would you rather I call the Principal in here so you can show him whatever it is you don't want to show me?" Caleb wondered for a moment how Principal Lenox would react to seeing Mr. Sanchez's hard cock being stroked by a student. "No, sir." "I didn't think so." With his one free hand, Mr. Sanchez reached behind himself, grabbed Caleb's phone from the top of a filing cabinet, and held the screen in front of Caleb's face to unlock it. Caleb's teacher fiddled with the phone for a few minutes while never even so much as slowing the forced handjob. Caleb's heart raced inside his chest. A much thicker glob of precum leaked from Mr. Sanchez's manhood onto Caleb's forearm as Mr. Sanchez continued scrolling and swiping. "Keep stroking me," Mr. Sanchez stated without looking up. Caleb felt his teacher's hand release Caleb's as Caleb took over stroking his teacher. Mr. Sanchez began manipulating the phone with both hands. After several screenshot sounds and then a bunch of typing, Caleb listened to his teacher sending off several messages, some clearly inside the hookup apps. Others sounded like text messages. Caleb trembled as he wondered what was going on but didn't dare ask. He gripped his teacher's cock with more vigor than before in an effort to appease Mr. Sanchez, or at the very least to distract him. Another glop of precum escaped Mr. Sanchez's foreskin and oozed onto Caleb's hand. Caleb couldn't help but admire how productive Mr. Sanchez's balls had been during this disciplinary encounter. The smell of his teacher's precum roused Caleb's cock from the grip of nervousness. The teen's dick awakened to the seductive odor of this older man's pre-ejaculate. Mr. Sanchez returned the phone to its former position atop the filing cabinet. The teacher swatted his student's hand away from its manual seduction and without a word spun Caleb around to face the opposite wall. Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez's hands confidently yank the teen's pants to the floor, exposing his naked lower half. "Not even underwear, Caleb?", Mr. Sanchez asked without surprise as he swirled one finger in the overflowing precum dripping from his foreskin. "Don't know how I missed that detail in the bathroom." Caleb felt the wetness of his teacher's finger massaging the outside of the teen's warm, tight hole. "Caleb, I have to say, you're even nastier than I first thought when I saw that party listing of yours before school this morning." Caleb stayed quiet while Mr. Sanchez fingered precum into his student's compliant hole. "Bend over and spread your cheeks." Caleb obliged. "There are some really disgusting men you're talking to on those apps. Do you know that?" "Disgusting, Mr. Sanchez?" Caleb felt the wet tip of Mr. Sanchez's uncut cock pressing at the entrance to the teen's hole. "Of course you wouldn't know. How could you when you haven't even asked any of them a single question?" "No, sir." Mr. Sanchez slowly pressed the tip of his cock just inside the opening to Caleb's rectum. Caleb winced. "I see you haven't even bothered to ask even one of them to show you their face, have you?" Again, Caleb was silent, hoping the question was rhetorical. Mr. Sanchez spat on his cock and pressed further into his student's velvety insides. Caleb moaned. "Too bad you put me in this position, Caleb." "I'm sorry, Mr. Sanchez," Caleb replied as his teacher slowly pressed his engorged cock deeper into his student. "You're mistaken if you think those men you've been chatting with were going to rubber up, you little slut. Besides, I thought you said you wanted to help me get rid of the pain you caused my dick." "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." "I'd rather your insides do the apologizing, boy." Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez press his meaty raw cock further into the teen's warm rectum. "In any case, you're going to need lots of help opening this tight hole of yours up if you want to be servicing all these [banned word] you've been talking to online." Caleb gasped in pain as Mr. Sanchez pressed his raw cock fully into his student. "If I catch you jacking off in the school bathroom again with those apps popping off like that for everyone to hear, I don't think I'm even going to bother bringing you here into the privacy of my office. You understand me, boy?" Mr. Sanchez began easing his spit-lubed raw dick back and forth inside Caleb. "Yes, sir." Caleb started imagining what Mr. Sanchez would make him do in the boy's bathroom but his focus was soon stolen by the intense pressure of Mr. Sanchez's surging meat pressing painfully into the walls of his tight hole. "If you're not careful, Caleb, everyone at St. Denis High is going to end up knowing what a nasty little slut you are. Is that what you want?" Mr. Sanchez continued grinding his meat into his student, picking up pace. Something in Caleb stirred, and it wasn't just from the raw dick assaulting his insides: it was the thought of everyone knowing what he really desired, his secret lust for every human adult walking around with a cock between their legs. Caleb's teen dick swelled as his teacher started pounding harder. Just then Caleb heard Mr. Sanchez snapping a pic behind him and then the sound of a message being sent. "You know, Caleb, many of us here at St. Denis already know what you've been up to online. Mr. Martin for one has been talking about the pictures you've been sending him for weeks." Mr. Martin, the janitor?, Caleb wondered. There was no way to be sure who all the men he had been messaging were since Caleb didn't ever ask to see their faces. Mr. Sanchez could feel the orgasm that was swiftly approaching. "You ready to take my load, slut?" "Yes, sir!" Caleb's hard-on had lent him a new-found enthusiasm as he finally began to appreciate the favor Mr. Sanchez was doing for him. Mr. Sanchez began dick-slamming the teen's hole with such force that surely the sound of the ass pounding could be heard in the hallway outside. Just then Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez shudder powerfully as he groaned, releasing the full force of his semen into Caleb's soft insides. Caleb had never felt a raw dick cumming so forcefully before. The pressure of the cum squirting deep into his guts made him yearn for more. The pounding having stopped but with Mr. Sanchez's softening manhood still lodged inside Caleb, the teacher spoke, "You're keeping my load inside you all day, you understand? At lunch time, I want you back in here in my office. I'm going to check to make sure you've done exactly as you're told. Don't think your punishment is over. You've still got a lot of making up to do." "Yes, Mr. Sanchez." 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Stripped to just a jock and a harness I gripped the branch in front of me tightly and kept my eyes forward. I felt hands grab my hips and a heavy set body press against me from behind. I had put myself in this position for this very situation and I was making sure I stayed true to my self-made promise. The woods around here have always had a reputation, and just walking through them you could tell it was well deserved. Various hollows and gaps in the trees that veered from the main pathways were strewn with discarded condom wrappers, lube sachets and even the occassional piece of torn underwear. It felt sordid to just stand in a spot like this and that was exactly what I wanted. During the daytime there was always a steady passing trade. Work types on a lunch break, guys just taking a "stroll." Drivers who knew all the best places for quick relief and didn't care where it came from. Days could be fun. Nights, oh nights were quite different. The dark brings out all kinds to a place like this. You could guarantee that, while they might be responsible for the pieces of torn clothing found in the bushes, they certainly weren't leaving behind used rubbers or the wrappers. They never used them. The shades who drifted through these woodlands at night were the kind who indulged in every vice. If you've ever thought, "I don't think I'd like that." Whatever it was you didn't like, someone was doing it here under cover of darkness. That is exactly what I needed. I wanted to feel unrestrained by any social decency. I had to give myself over to the lusts that kept threatening to surface during daylight hours when I have to wear the mask of a good, responsible and civilised man. So I made myself ready, dressed accordingly and made my way to my nocturnal destination. Having parked up and walked a little way into the darkened woodland I found a likely hollow and stripped quickly. Having done so I waited. Facing into the hollow, bent over and back arched presenting myself fully for use. Anyone finding me like this would know exactly what I am and in this place at this time I am a fuckhole. I don't know exactly what it is about being mostly naked in a vulnerable position, but the mixture of fear, anticipation and need heighten every response. The little voice asking, "What the fuck are you doing?" Well that is easily drowned out by the other voice. The one that is begging to be caught, the one that says, "Whatever happens now, you deserve it!" I hear the crack of a branch as someone negotiates the darkness but its not enough to gauge their direction of travel. I try to concentrate, to pick up on any sound to indicate whether I am in a good location tonight. Then I feel it. How he is behind me without a sound I don't know but my whole body tenses and immediately relaxes as the hot calloused hand runs over my arse and up my back. Fingers run under the straps of my harness and jock as if he is mentally mapping every inch of my exposed skin. Nothing has been said so far but I can hear his breathing deepen as he slides a hand between my cheeks and runs his fingers over my hole. I gasp at the feeling and push back instinctively and he doesn't dissappoint as, finding me already wet with lube, he shoves two fingers right up me. Holding my harness with one hand and pulling me onto his questing digits he grunts approvingly and hoarsly whispers, "You really are ready for it aren't you?" I just grunt as he pushes as deep as he can and nod at the night. I squeeze my hole on his fingers and hope that is affirmation enough. He slides his hands from me and I hear the unmistakable sound of rustling fabric, of clothes being shed. Hands grab my head and a bottle of poppers are pressed to my nose with a simple command. "Breathe." I let it happen, let myself inhale the fumes deeply and repeat as he switches sides. Fuck they are strong and I feel the warmth and slight sensation of dizziness as he pulls the bottle away. "Going to take my bare cock aren't you boy?" I just groan knowing that no answer I can give will make any difference but knowing that that is exactly what I need. Stripped to just a jock and a harness I gripped the branch in front of me tightly and keep my eyes forward. I felt his hands grab my hips and a heavy set body press against me from behind. I had put myself in this position for this very situation and I wasn't about to give up now. The sudden pressure of a thick cockhead finds my arsehole easily and just as easily slides in. I groan at the intrusion glad of the lube because I get the feeling he would have shoved into me with or without it. "Nice fucking hole," the hissed words match the time it takes him to bottom out in me. His hands tighten on my hips and he begins to rock in and out with my hole squeezing down around that rigid flesh pole. He grips me tightly, his fingers pressing into my skin as his cock pumps steadily in and out of me. We are both panting at the exertion, each one enjoying the sensations running through our bodies. I am pushing back onto his dick telling him through my movements and animal grunts just how much I want him, want his cock, his fucking, his cum. He slides a hand up my body and grips my neck as he leans into my body and I feel his panting breath on my ear. "You fucking want it don't you?" I grunt a "Yes." "Yeah you do. You want me to ruin this slutty fucking hole!" As he grinds himself all the way inside me. Holding his hips right up against me he begins a short jabbing rhythm that stabs his cock into my hole rapidly and has me groaning in need. "Fucking taking it bare like a dirty fucking whore. Tell me you want my load." I can tell by his movements and his ragged breath he is getting close and I love it. "Fucking ask for my cum you slut." He rasps as his pace quickens even more. "Please," I manage to pant out. "Fuck your cum into me. I need it!" The desperation is clear in my voice, this is what I came for. "Yeah! Take my dirty cock you cunt. Gonna knock you up like you want!" "Do it!" I cry out. "Fucking load my hole!" It is clearly what he needs to hear as he jams his cock right up my hole, holds me tight and his cock pulses inside me unleashing the pent up sperm to paint my insides. "Fuuuck!" The exhalation is drawn out and I feel him relax even as he holds on to me. "That was fucking great. I needed that. I think you did too." He chuckles as he slides himself from me. I remain in position. The cool night air chills the sweat on my skin and I can feel my hole, wet and used pulse from the recent abuse. "Thank you." I whisper to my unseen fucker genuinely glad for the essence he has left in me. I feel a hand glide over my skin and a playful swat at my arse cheek. "Dirty fucker taking dirty loads in the dark. You looking to get knocked up?" For the first time I glance over my shoulder with a half smile on my still flushed face. "You're too late for that, but I really needed the recharge." "Fuck! You dirty cunt! I wish I'd known I'd have really wrecked your hole but if you're staying for more and I see anyone else I'll point them this way. Hope I see you up here again." With that he's gone. My ears are still ringing from the poppers and the exertion and I don't hear him walk away I just wait and hope for more.
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Chapter 1 I work for a non-profit which seeks to rehabilitate sex offenders in Indianapolis. My friends are always telling me how worried they are about me—I'm a few months over 18, but I'm pretty small and I could easily pass for younger if I wanted to. They don't want me to get "raped" like their past "victims" were. All that tells me is that they're uneducated. Most people I work with are public masturbators and public urinators, people who made one mistake that ends up defining their lives. People I want to help re-enter society and get their life back. Earl is different. My boss texts me the names, addresses, and offenses of the people we work with a little in advance: public information. That Friday afternoon, I got the text during math class. I was gonna meet a 46 year old man named Earl Jessup at his apartment on 14th St. He'd been in prison for 10 years, and looking at his convictions, I understood why. The less said about his offenses the better, but it was enough to make me nervous. I almost passed it up, but I didn't like the idea of letting a coworker get the case instead of me. Plus, it would only prove my friends right: I wasn't in danger, and I was gonna prove it to them. I pulled up outside his apartment around 3:45. I sat in my car for 5 minutes before deciding to suck it up and go. I was perfectly safe with a man like this... right? When I knocked on his door, I didn't get any response. I rang his doorbell and waited. Maybe he wasn't home? I was about to turn around when someone inside opened the door. He was big—really big. 6'4" and 225, at least. He was wearing a bathrobe he'd clearly just put on a few seconds ago. "Fuck, you interrupted me. What do you want, boy?" I looked up and down at him. The bottom of his cock, still half-hard, poked out of the bottom of his robe. Fuck—this guy was huge. An evil thought occurred to me—"what kind of ungrateful bastard would call the cops on this dick?" It was 3 inches longer and twice as thick as any cock I'd seen, even my boyfriend's. The pink head alone looked like it was the size of my fist. He was coated with precum. I could smell it from here. "Eyes up here, honey. You gonna tell me what you're doing outside my apartment?" Fuck, was I staring? I looked back up and made eye contact. "Sorry," I said. And I kinda was sorry—I felt guilty for looking at another man's cock and having thoughts like that. My boyfriend and I aren't open! I shouldn't have these feelings about any man, let alone a man straight out of prison. "Are you Earl Jessup?" "Yeah, and I'm not trying to go back to prison, so get to the point or run away, boy, because those tiny shorts are starting to make me real happy." It's true—I was kind of dressed like a slut. I didn't expect to get casework tonight. His dick was getting harder. "You wouldn't go to jail, I'm 18." Why was that the first thing I said? Did I want this evil bastard to fuck me? Let me remember the script... "Um, and I work with a sex offender rehabilitation nonprofit serving the greater Indianapolis area. I've been assigned to you as a volunteer caseworker who can help you adjust to living in society and finding acceptance in a community." "18, huh?" he said. "Well, I don't believe you, but get in here anyway." Did he hear any of what I said except that? "Oh, I just uh- came by to introduce myself, that's all." "I told you to get inside. Your job is to make me feel accepted, right?" Fuck. His dick was poking out of his robe. Did he get hard just looking at me? What is he thinking about doing to me? "Okay... but I can't stay for long." "Good boy." He put his hand on my shoulder and led me into his apartment. Fuck, he had such a strong grip, too. I took another look at the part of his stomach that was exposed by the robe. "Is that a tattoo, sir?" I asked. I clearly got his interest. "It is," he said. He spread his robe apart more to show me it in full. "It looks like a biohazard symbol. What does it mean?" "You'll see," he said. He took two glasses from the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of vodka. Was he trying to get me drunk? I wanted to run away, but I knew my supervisor would be upset at me. My friends would probably make me quit, too, and I liked this opportunity. But the strongest reason I decided to stay was the primal, irresistible urge to see more of this older man's body. I wanted to indulge my intense desire to be in the presence of his throbbing cock. I didn't need to do anything with it, I just wanted to be near it. I needed to burn it into my memory to remind me what I'm missing out on with my pin-dick boyfriend. I made up my mind to stay, despite the risk. "You'll see what it means real soon, boy." He was fully hard when he said that and a little pre-cum was dripping out of his throbbing cock. To be continued
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I live alone in East London near Dagenham East tube station on District line and my postcode is RM10 8GG Looking for any tops who can visit me. Also I like sucking a cheesy cock and cleaning it in my mouth if anyone fancy it
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I was recently playing with a guy who, during the season, tried to fist me, which I've been trying to do for years. This time, as he kept pressure on my hole, I started experiencing a full body clenching sensation, starting with my rectal muscles. It wasn't painful, though it was uncomfortable at the time, and my hole is a little sore now (Not like agony, just a little discomfort on the sphincter is all.) I have 3x questions 1) is this normal, or is it a bad thing? 2) does anyone have tips on how to stop this happening? 3) any tips to get my hole to open up successfully? I've come close once or twice but can't get over the last hurdle. I'm also not very good at using toys on myself, I can never get a good angle. If you have tips for either, but can't or don't want to on this post, feel free to msg me. I have certain app handles on my profile too, and can be reached there
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John and Michael, William and James, Robert and David, Joseph and Christopher are couples who meet on the first Thursday of every month. What they all have in common is that they are all poz. The meetings started many years ago. In the beginning, the group was sort of a men's own poz support group, but over the years the group's activities have changed. Today, men gather to celebrate poz pride. Men are united not only by HIV, but also by the fact that they are all more tops than bottoms. They have rotating organizing responsibility in the group. This month it's John and Michael's organizing responsibility. John and Michael have been together for 13 years. Michael is the couple's vers. and John is 100% top. At first, John and Michael were in a monogamous relationship, but Michael's cheating was revealed when he infected John with Chlamydia. As a result of the event, the couple opened up their relationship to other sexual partners. It was clear from day one that the fucking would always take place without rubber, and before long Michael got HIV, which infected John six months later. The couple's responsibility for organizing is to get a bottom for the meeting. In the group, all the fucking is done raw and the hope is that the bottom would be negative and unmedicated. All couples are medicated normally, but usually the medicines are left on a break for the Thursday meetings. John and Michael found this month's bottom in their own backyard. 25-year-old Eric, who lives next door to them. John and Michael paid attention to Eric when they noticed him always coming to the balcony when John and Michael were sunbathing on their own balcony. John and Michael always wore tiny speedos that showed off their big bulges. One day John bumped into Eric in the yard and started talking to Eric. Soon, Eric came over to John and Michael's place to drink wine and talk some more. Eric was a perfect find! 100% bottom with very little sex experience. Eric had just broken up with his first boyfriend, with whom Eric had been in a relationship for three years. The relationship had not worked because both boys had been more of a bottom. Eric visited John and Michael to talk almost every night. Little by little, John and Michael always told more about the beauty of free and raw sex. They noticed how Eric became more horny time after time. John and Michael also deliberately teased Eric with bulges and showing Eric their biohazard tattoos. Eric was hooked. John and Michael were sure they could get Eric to reveal his unmedicated hole to men right away if they wanted to. Instead, they wanted to save Eric's unprotected hole for the Thursday club. The night before the club meeting, John and Michael told Eric about the club. The men said that the positive men's Thursday club meets once a month to fuck raw. They told everything else honestly, but not that Eric would be the only bottom of the night. - What do you think, do you want to come spend the evening with us? I'm sure our friends would like you very much. Remember that the Thursday group is only among men and no one uses any kind of protection. As it should be, persuaded John.
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AUTHOR's NOTE: This will be a sequel of We have to talk. Some characters are inherited from there, others aren't, this first post is just the setup with the virus's point of view. I am trying to build the story so that knowing "we have to talk" deeply is not necessary. ------ Chapter 0, HIV: Run, Ian, run! It's difficult to be a virus living into a blind guy's blood stream; communication is complicated due to many interferences with his talking devices, I always had to be careful about where he went and what he did, responsible of helping him get away from people wanting to take advantage of his condition. Yes, Ian was a strong and determined guy but in some cases naive, a caring human tending to consider others' needs more important than his own. So, agreeing with his gifter, I decided not to be transferred to other people when sweet Ian had sex with someone. No matter if he trusted them, if I didn't like the guy he was in bed with, no conversion could occur! I'm a conscious virus, mine is always the last word and this applies to everyone with no exception. That day was not different for humans: after giving him usual morning load, gifter PozCop headed out leaving Ian chilling out on their bed, still naked and plugged; but I unexplicably felt scared as if apocalypse was coming closer and closer! I noticed Ian stretching his muscles and listen to the time on his talking watch so I tried to share my sensations with him. In vain! He just got up from the mattress without caring about my signals, stepped into the shower and spoke to his voice assistant to turn on some morning music. "Leave the office alone", I attempted to warn him; "don't go to the bus stop, work from home today! Please, listen to me!" "Impertinent virus", was his reply; "you are turning me into a lazy guy!" I didn't feel like to argue with him though, he could ask for help to Alex or Sharon, gifter's sister and her girlfriend. But I forgot it: "hopefully it's just a stupid sensation", I thought and resigned to his idea to catch the bus; nothing else I could do, being inside his blood stream. It took some minutes to walk there, with his white cane and my help the road was less dangerous for him. So, reached the bus stop, he sat on the bench waiting for the vehicle to arrive. "Phew", he said; "we're here in advance! I ran for nothing!" Three teen guys were walking around, probably waiting for their school bus and I heard them making fun of Ian: "This man talks by himself", the taller one was laughing aloud. "Blind and mad, that's a horrible combination!" "If I take his phone off his hands he'll not notice", the medium-sized whispered at his shortest mate's hear hoping no one could hear him. Of course not Ian, but I did! "You play with fire", the shortest one replied; "all this mess for a couple joints? Leave him alone!" "He's one of those who take it up his ass", the tall laughed, "I could see if I can enjoy myself with that cane of his! We can have more fun than robbing a smartphone, believe me! I know the fucker!" I was right, doom's day had arrived. If only Ian listened to me, if he only decided to work from home! Unfortunately I knew the tall teen, very well. More than anyone could even guess, but I couldn't talk. I promised my very first carrier I wouldn't ever say a word till a specified date, and it took one more week to be there! What if PozCop could discover I had betrayed him! I was assisting to a terrifying scene though, a known human was bullying my beloved one. I had to do my best to save both! "Run, Ian, run", I ordered him; "I'll stop you if there's something wrong. Leave the cane alone, run... Run and trust me!" "Oh, what a show", the tall guy laughed again seeing the blind one running straight forwards without any aid. "Let's film it..." He pointed his phone's camera straight to Ian moving, and I kept my concentration on him. Could I reveal myself, how should I behave... Distracted by my own conflicts I lost precious seconds: "Run to the right side", I transferred an excruciating pain to Ian's right armpit but it was too late. Long, endless minutes passed with Ian lying on the street, blood coming from his mouth and with the three teens still filming, careless of what happened in front of them. "911! Unit needed at the bus stop!", I heard a metallic human voice coming from somewhere. "Man hit by a bus! Looks serious!" "Adrian Miller here", another voice replied; "I'm coming to the scene!" "Received, PozCop! Ambulance needed! Quick!"
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Berlin cumdump visiting São Paulo in November and looking for pig bros, poz breeders and hot cum parties / groups. Staying in apartment near Republica. Telegram: @sevaBER
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Prologue You’d never be able to tell by the way that I look that the cute little twink next door with the perfect boyfriend was a deviant cock whore that craved nothing more then to be filled with cum as much as possible. My cum lust was going to be my downfall. Here I was freshly 19 chained to a sling getting my tight hole pounded by a hung daddy. “Yeah boy take my cock you slutty little faggot” said the daddy. Behind him there was a line of men forming all waiting for a chance to get in my hole and fill me with cum. “Oh god daddy, please fuck me. I’m yours, make me yours please.” I said. “Oh yeah baby keep begging like that and I’m gonna cum.” Growled Daddy. “Please Daddy give me your cum.” I begged. “Mmm. Fuck baby I love your hole I’ve been waiting for this for weeks. What kind of cum am I gonna give you?” Asked Daddy. “Poz cum daddy.” I replied. “Oh you’re gonna get it boy. I’m about to Poz your stupid neg faggot ass. Are you ready for it boy?” Questioned Daddy. “Yes. Please daddy Poz me. Make yours forever, ruin me. Knock my faggot ass up daddy.” I responded.
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Looking for some like-minded guys (around my age) for some filthy fun today. Poz guys very very welcome!! Cragieburn here but happy to travel. Message on telegram. Pics available and needed.
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The Photoshoot Chapter 1: To say Austin is pissed is a huge understatement. He specifically told his boyfriend he was not going with him to this photoshoot under no uncertain terms, but Blake insisted anyway, saying he goes with him to almost every other shoot, so he saw nothing wrong with going to this one. Austin didn’t bother to point out that Blake only goes to the shoots where Austin might be modelling underwear or swimsuits, he doesn’t both if it’s something completely vanilla like sweaters or jeans. Normally he’d preen under Blake’s jealous, possessive behaviour but today is not the day. This isn’t a typical photoshoot, he just lied hoping Blake would buy it but the second he saw the package of lingerie Austin bought for himself for the shoot, he immediately jumped on going. The shoot is for Blake, a small series of boudoir pictures Austin was hoping to surprise Blake with as an anniversary present, but his loving boyfriend seems determined to ruin his gift. He even tried to play the my-agent-doesn’t-want-visitors-on-the-set card, but Blake threatened to call his agent and hear it from him, and Austin conceded immediately, knowing his agent wouldn’t back him up because he didn’t know what was going on. In hindsight, he really should’ve told his agent, but he hadn’t thought of that until they were getting off the subway at the determined station and walking the four blocks to the photographer’s address. Austin had been stubbornly silent the entire trip, even when Blake tried to make conversation, Austin shut him down almost immediately. His only solace is he’s sure Blake’s going to feel like a complete fool and be incredibly sorry once Austin gives him the photos from today on their anniversary next week. “Seems like a weird place for a professional job,” Blake says as they enter the building – it’s standard for the city, four-stories of dirty brick and filthy windows. The inside is somewhat more updated, with the aesthetic practically screaming New Management. Austin decides he likes it, Blake obviously doesn’t if the way he wrinkles his nose at the smell of delicate potpourri and sneers at the grey-blue colour scheme is any indication. “They wanted something that felt intimate and secure,” Austin lies easily as they make the climb up the stairs to the fourth floor. He’s glad his boyfriend only knows what he does about the modelling industry from Austin himself, Blake never having been big on the whole idea in the first place but was supportive enough to not question Austin about any of it. “I believe this is the photographer’s personal studio and he thought it would be a better fit than a larger set.” “He? What happened to Monica, your normal photographer?” “The company provided their own guy,” Austin says, sweating a little from all the lies he has to say just to keep this surprise a surprise. “Don’t worry, Deanna vetted him and gave her approval.” Deanna being his agent who has no idea about this photoshoot. That seems to ease some of the tension from Blake’s shoulders. They make the rest of the climb in silence, the only sounds their shoes on the tiled stairs and the crinkling of the bag Austin’s carrying. The bag is his treasure trove of goodies to wear, each one guaranteed to make Blake drool and resist every urge to pounce on him. Austin can’t help but feel a little petty about it, knowing Blake will struggle to keep his hands to himself the entire time he’s watching, and Austin will do everything he can to make this the most incredible blue-ball experience for his boyfriend as payback. The pair reaches the door Austin mentioned earlier on the subway ride – one of the few things he did say willingly – and Blake knocks much to Austin’s embarrassment. Moments later the door opens to reveal who Austin believes to be the photographer. The man is six-foot tall with thick black dreadlocks that hang to mid-back, his hair is contained by what appears to be a handwoven red and gold hair-tie. He’s also shirtless, his dark skin and muscled torso on perfect display. “Austin?” he says, looking at Blake. His voice is rich and seems to reverberate from his chest, it matches the warmth in his dark brown eyes. Blake glares at him and shakes his head. “No, and Austin and I are leaving.” “Uh no we’re not,” Austin says firmly, then he looks at the photographer. He didn’t picture this man when they spoke on the phone, if anything he thought he’d be mid-thirties and decently good looking, not this . . . God-like man that to Austin stepped straight out of some of his favourite books. “I’m sorry about that, I’m Austin, the buzzkill is my boyfriend, Blake.” The photographer’s dark brown eyes light up and he holds out his hand for Austin to shake. They do and Austin is taken aback by how warm and rough his hands feel. “I’m Javier,” says Javier, the photographer. “Sorry about the mix up, when we spoke over the phone, I wasn’t given a description.” Blake raises an eyebrow, looking at Austin curiously. “Didn’t the agency send over your headshots beforehand?” “The agency sends them to the company, I’m just expected to photograph whoever shows up,” says Javier smoothly before Austin can even fumble for a response. “I was told Austin would be alone, or with his agent, so I apologize for the confusion.” “Why didn’t you think I was his agent?” “Because Deanna wears plum power suits like she’s part of the agency in The Devil Wears Prada,” Javier says with just a hint of annoyance. “Anyway, this is a closed set, so only models and staff are permitted. You can wait out here until we’re finished or you’re free to go home.” Blake definitely doesn’t like that answer. He turns to Austin and says, “Babe, I really don’t like this. We need to leave; this man is clearly unprofessional, and I’m going to call Deanna and let her know not to let you work with any agency that employs this asshole.” Austin wants nothing more than to melt into the floor. He cannot believe that Blake is being so rude to a perfect stranger. “I’m sorry, Javier, my boyfriend can be a little . . . protective. Anyway, I need to get changed, is there a dressing room?” Javier smiles warmly at Austin and steps out of the doorway to let him in. “Go down the hall and it’s the first door on the left. There are some supplies in there to freshen up and plenty of places to hang your outfits. Once you’re changed, knock three times and I’ll come in to see your outfit and adjust the set accordingly. We’re doing five scenes in total.” “Understood!” says Austin brightly as he hurries inside before Blake can catch him. He goes in the direction Javier indicated and once he’s inside, he makes sure to lock the door just in case Blake tries to break in. Ordinarily, he’d be more than happy to have Blake in the room with him – they’ve had many memorable moments in dressing rooms across the city – but today is different. Blake was rude to the photographer after butting into the photoshoot in the first place, so Austin feels like punishing him for his poor behaviour. The dressing room is pleasant, small and intimate unlike most he’s been in, the lighting is dimmed to a comfortable level with most of it coming from various salt rock lamps scattered throughout the room. The walls are a delicate cream the reflects the light well and warms the room. Austin spies the round bed in the centre and must resist diving onto the invitingly fluffy surface of pastel blankets and thick pillows. Instead, he puts his bag on the small vanity and proceeds to take out each outfit, adjusting each one before putting it on a hanger on a nearby clothing rack. Javier may be a small-time photographer, but he certainly knows what models need when doing a shoot. Once Austin is satisfied with the appearance of his clothes, he selects the first outfit of the day – a sheer dark blue nightie with matching thong – and lays it on the bed before stripping out of his street clothes. He hangs them up beside the rest and takes a moment to collect himself, just like he does before every photoshoot. Over the past few months of doing this work, he’s learned that being mentally prepared is just as important as being physically ready, if not more so because it’s one thing to stand and get your picture taken it’s another thing entirely to immerse yourself in the experience. There have been times he’s come out of a shoot crying because of the overwhelming emotion he felt during a certain scene, and others where he’s so drained, he can barely stand at the end. The best trick he’s found is to reconnect with himself by looking at himself in the mirror, not out of any sense of vanity, but as a means of centering himself. Luckily there’s a three-way mirror in the corner so he doesn’t have to skip that part of his routine like he has at some projects because the only mirror they have is in the makeup room and he’s in and out so fast he doesn’t get a chance to focus. He goes over and simply stands in view of each mirror, allowing his mind to clear and hands to drift over his bare skin. Touch is another grounding method he enjoys; it reminds him that he’s still a person and not a doll being dressed up for money. He remembers trying to explain this routine to Blake after an intense day and Blake simply said he was just a doll to the company so what difference did it make. He stopped trying to explain the intricacies of his mind after that. Austin shakes his head, watching the delicate blonde curls bounce around his face and neck as if they have a mind of their own. He smiles to himself as his hands start to drift on his chest, fingertips running delicately over the smooth pale skin on his chest. He’s glad he had the foresight to make an appointment for a full body sugaring – it’s his favourite method of waxing, the sugar wax is far easier on his skin than chemicals or standard wax and the results last much longer in between sessions. Deanna had recommended it after he suffered from a wax gone wrong, which made his skin break out and left tiny red bumps all over. Now he can’t imagine how he went so long without it; his skin always feels so smooth and delicious after. His hands dip lower, trailing over his hips and down the V-shape of his pubic bone to his cock, which sits soft and supple. He lets a hand caress his small cock, gasping softly at the feeling of burgeoning arousal. He closes his eyes and his mind drifts to warm dark rough hands, cupping him as the palm rolls over his flaccid cock, coaxing it to life with firm movements. A warm smile and deep voice encourage him to let go and relax. Austin’s eyes shoot open, and he wills away the images as hot guilt boils in his stomach. In the almost three years they’ve been together, he’s never once thought of anyone else other than Blake in these moments and now he’s gone and thought of Javier! He dismisses it as a slip of his mind, nervous about working with a new photographer at an intimate photoshoot. He quickly puts on his outfit and does his makeup, going more natural than he usually does at a shoot only because he knows Blake hates the way he looks with caked on product. Satisfied with his appearance, Austin knocks on the door three times and waits on the bed for Javier to arrive. “Austin?” he hears Javier say on the other side of the door. “It’s me, let me in.” Austin jumps up and unlocks the door, letting the other man in before soundly closing and locking the door again. “Your boyfriend is still here,” Javier says with obvious disdain. “I tried to get him to leave but he insisted, so I told him he’d have to sit in a corner away from the set.” “Stubborn bastard,” Austin sighs and Javier nods. “I’m so sorry about all of this Javier, I tried to tell him he didn’t need to come, I told him not to come, but he didn’t listen. And I’m so sorry he was so rude to you earlier, that was completely uncalled for and—” “It’s okay, Austin, I’ve dealt with worse,” Javier interrupts gently. “Besides, if I had a boyfriend like you, I’d be just as bad, maybe even worse than him.” “Thanks, by the way, for covering for me,” Austin says a little sheepishly. “I’m glad I mentioned Deanna now in our last conversation.” Javier grins. “I think we should both look into acting after that performance earlier.” His dark eyes scan Austin from head to toe and Austin feels warm under his attention. “I love the outfit. Makes me think of a midnight tryst.” “That’s what I was going for!” Austin says excitedly. “I was going to wear some silver jewelry and maybe a few diamonds, but I thought that might be overkill.” “I think you should wear them,” says Javier with a nod. “Not saying the look doesn’t work without them, but it would definitely add another dimension to the scene, like you were a piece of the sky itself.” He thinks to himself for a moment. “I think that’s the angle I’ll go for with this first scene. It’ll be dreamy, with lighting similar to moonlight, a bed or chaise for you to lounge on, with dark blue and black cloth draped around you with metallic accents. Sound good to you?” “It sounds delightful!” gushes Austin. “These photos are going to be amazing, Javier!” Javier smiles gently. “Only if you trust in my vision, Austin, otherwise it won’t work.” “I trust you! I trust you completely. I love everything you’ve said so far.” “Good,” says Javier with a chuckle. “Now finish up and I’ll get the set ready in the meantime.” Austin nods, a smile still plastered on his face as Javier leaves. to be continued....
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