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Stayed at our farmhouse for the summer. And mostly alone there but safe. Woke up to deep voices laughing and then looked out the window and caught a Glance of to men, wearing shorts cut off jeans, work boots and leather caps, odd, but they were carrying an odd shaped cross into the barn. I shook that off, dad must be here. So I make my way downstairs and now it sounds like 6 men all chatting, I round the corner and there are 6 men, well 7 including my dad, all drinking coffee but only in jocks and work boots, leather hats, As I enter the room there was complete silence and all eyes on me, me only wearing a pair of whitie tighties, I shyly said morning. Even my dad stared me down. I grab a juice and saw to croissants on the table and walk up, oh chocolate. As I make direct eye contact with this hair chested hwp man with stunning Chrystal blue eyes, his smile went ear to ear and he bit his lip. I blush and quickly run upstairs. Halfway up the stairs all the men at once say, happy birthday! After my dad reminded these strangers. Suddenly half way up the stairs I am now rock hard. Thinking of that man at the table I got instant horny. I yell down the stairs, daddy I'm gonna shower then we should go to town! Dad, ok baby boy! I hear my dad whisper, he has no clue. I then get excited thinking it's a suprise party or he's gotten me the truck I want. I fling off my lil undies and jump in the shower. My cock will not go down so I start stroking it, suddenly the hotty man from Down Stairs walks in, sorry lil man I left my phone in here. And a little black bag with some... . I say, thru the Curtian, what's in the black bag, he laughs, u will find out, as he finds his phone next to tub on floor he sneaks a peak at my tight not much musly body he goes , woof. Dam boy, can I help you with that stiff cock? He opens the curtains. And his cock is out and my jaw dropped. He was 12 in and thick. Um IDK sir. Is that ok if u do? He turns the water off and lifts me out of shower, keep a secret? I lean in , yes I can. He leaned in more and said, I get to take you to town for the whole day. But first happy bday, he dropped to his knees and wrapped those lushes lips around my not average small cock And sucks me so passionate and deeply knew buckle and I whispered, oh oh I'm gonna ahhh! His deep moan vibrated my swollen ball sac. And suddenly I felt like there was another load coming. He squeezed my base of cock and sac so hard it stopped the need to cum. . Oh no save that one. And gets up and says. Meet in your room. So I walk down hallway, look outside and everyone was gone. I walk in my room, the man puts hand over my face, and he's naked, his cum slick Dick taps my boy cheeks as he pinned me to the wall. So your best friend says happy bday u slut. The guy suddenly says don't move and squeezed my arm for some reason then a sharp pain in my arm I look over as he stuck a needle in me and the stuff was red. WTF is that. He smiles, it's a blood slam of my DNA. Remember? We have been talking on bbrt. 3 x a week for 5 months. I'm Pozupbb. Wait the man in Europe. (As I remember that we only talked about sex and how he was coming to see me and seed me for my b-day. I obvioudually didn't think he would actually show!! But I know how you change your mind baby boy, now you can't, then I see my blood go into It and the ours goes into my boy arm. A second before it hit me I had a flash back of an email he sent about his doc appointment. But then I was coughing and instantly fell into our roleplay, " omg dad, did you plan me a gangbang!!" Well sort of sonny boy, it's a conversion cum dump party." As my hole opens up and my eyes wide. I said, fuck daddy fuck or ff me right now. As I said that he threw me on the ground I pulled my cheeks apart and he grabbed the j lube, I looked back and he put a rage over my face. Fuck it's soak with poppers. He spared no time. 2 sausage finger, then immediately 3, 4. He growls and doesn't believe I'm taking it so well then he says, fine, and it toKKalmost punches but then' BAM BAM! MY EARS RING THEN.. END PART1 Coming up after these messages, will mom be able to stay?

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

I like to party and get fucked real good I also love giving head for hours. I'm super chill and open minded hmu I'm free rn. I'm open to getting group fucked if you know people who would be down. Hmu. I'm 18 mostly fit 5'11. Into older.

It finally happened, I lost control and gave in with my inner pig feelings. Here is the story of how I (probably) got myself the bug. Spotted a cute guy in front of me in the train. Saw him doing something sneaky on his phone as he turned his screen away so that no one could see it. Thought I would chekc out Grind, to see if that's what he was doing. Lucky for me, he was. Starting chatting with him. He hadn't noticed me sitting across him as we were exchanging dirty pics and telling eachother what we like to do to guys. When I've heard enough, I walk past him, ticking on his shoulder and making a gesture he should come along with me. We found a quit first class wagon where we fucked our brains out. As we had just 1 condom, we decided I'd take his load and I could cum in his mouth. He was way too young to be poz, he, just like me, just turned 18. With that in mind, here comes the following. Walking thru the huge mass of people and fire work bombs (feeling a bit uncomfortable be this) I needed to find some place hot till the parties started. I decided to go in a quit coffee shop and take a smoke. When I was looking on the internet I noticed this gay bar was already open and had a new year party. Thought I give it a shot. In front of the door were a few men in leather and sportswear. When I went in there were a lot of older guys (mostly between 40 and 60). The bar looked a bit cruisy. First thing I noticed when I got more in the bar were the stairs to the attic. Then I knew I was in a cruising bar. As I was doing another smoke and a drink, more and more hot men and boys entered the bar. The music started to become better and this was the moment I decided it was time to take a pill... The pill fully kicked in. As the piggy feelings came up, I decided to go upstairs and check out the cocks I could get. There were nanny pig men. Mostly older and looking very dominant. I was waiting for someone to just take me right there but apparently they weren't thát dominant. In this moment my hole was craving for bare cock and cum that I couldn't stand it anymore. The first guy who's cock was at least 18 cm MUST fuck me. Then this muscled skinhead walked in. I could see his bulge (must at least have been 20 cm). As I stroke over his cock his hand grabbed my ass. He pulled me in a cabin. He was very wild... Too wild. He wanted to make me bend over but my head smashed against the wall. I don't remember some points after this moment. I only know he made me his bitch and let me get bred by everyone he wants. And he did, as I was in a sling, surrounded by at least 6 men. There might have been more before that or after that. Next moment I was back to consciousness I was back outside on the street with a massive headache and feeling loads of cum dripping out my ass. While checking if I had all my stuff still with me, a man approached me, complimenting my fine asshole. He then explained to me that I had been fucked by 13 men ranging from 35 to 65 yo. Few of them were shouting they converted me. Realizing what just happened to me. I started feeling really guilty to myself. But then I also realized I started 2015 as a free boy. No longer was my sexual lust being held back by the fear of getting the bug. Now I wanted more! Checking Grindr I got an invite of a really hot bearded guy for a group bb session. They were mostly into fisting. I got there and while undressing again, I noticed one of the guys in the cruising bar had "tattooed" me with a permanent marker. Biohazard. Right on my ass. Luckily there was some make-up remover in the bathroom. So no one would notice it. Got my jock on and went in the play room. Took more pills, slams, snorts, booty bumbs. It didn't matter now anymore. I know my ass needed some real good fisting and even some more loads. I'm not going to take PEP, as I took it once before. I said to myself, if you even after this treatment which made you throw up every day, do bareback again. I don't deserve another PEP treatment, then I'm just a dumb whore.