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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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Just wondering if anybody else has come across any of the superb fiction by the author 2NN? [think before following links] https://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/author.php?authorid=920 For the uninitiated, he wrote gay fiction with strong BDSM themes. I've blown more loads than I can count reading his stories but it doesn't look like he's been active since 2014. Does anybody know if he's still about and writing? Maybe under another name.
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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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Part 1 - The Early Years There are two things in life I found I liked from a young age, reading and keeping a journal. Books were my everything at a young age since they kept me out of harms way and blissfully ignorant to everything that went on around me. Was I a sensitive child, pretty much so but also very impressionable with an erratic behavioural pattern that surfaced when least expected. Secondly my journal, I discovered I had a flair for writing growing up. It was a way of expressing my thoughts and frustrations, but also secrets. Some were not my own to hold but I became the keeper of them without any one knowing. So the impressionable part of me very much shaped my upbringing, sometimes life can cause things to happen that you never thought possible or needed until they presented themselves. My life was complicated from a very young age, some would say in a bad way, others would say it was destiny and things happened for a reason. I also had two people who played a very instrumental part in my life, one from a young age who would be by my side as we grew up then leave and come back in to my life when you believe there is no hope of finding a true path to happiness. The other person trusted his intuition about me and helped me become the confident assured person I am today. When you stand at a fork in the path and can't decide weather to go left or right, you simply go down the middle and to hell with it. Yes it will upset some people but it will force them to show their true colours and love you no matter what, hopefully that is. So who am I you may ask, you have probably seen me but never knew what lay behind the page or billboard since I keep my life very private. It doesn't matter how famous you become, the one thing you learn is never trust anyone on face value as information is power and the last thing you need is someone having power over you. That way you keep control of your life and protect those you love and hold dear to you. But I will tell you this, my name is Tom and that is what I prefer, annoyingly my mother still insists on calling me Thomas when she is mad at me and Tommy when she is doting me. I am a 24 year old rustic blond so I have been told by photographers. At five feet nine inches tall or short depending how tall you are, I have what was described to me as the most finely sculpted face and body. Now I don't assume myself to be attractive by any means, after all I just see Tom in the mirror who is an ordinary Texan lad. But all of that will reveal itself. So I will tell you the secrets about me that my journal holds but in a way for you to understand me better and how I ended up here. The problem with me is that I lived through my journal and held things in there that could have destroyed lives and nearly did as you can never predict how a person would react. That happened when I was 20 but it changed my life in a way I never thought possible. Should I have been more careful to hide identities instead of blatantly writing them down to be discovered? Yes, but then what? Wouldn't I be living a life full of lies or where I am now. I will start were things really began to shape my life in a way I had no control over and that was when I turned 8 years old, it started when my parents finally split up. I cried and screamed as my mother dragged me out of the house and placed me in the car with our belongings, at such a young age I had no idea why this was happening and being taken away from my father. I knew they argued and understood that their marriage was in ruins and she had to break free, but I never realised it would involve taking me with her. It's not your fault Tommy she would always tell me, but my father had put up with enough of her hard work ethic leaving him to look after me albeit I was a little out of control. I loved my father but also liked to play him up as much as possible by throwing tantrums usually when mother was out of town on business and father had his bit on the side over, he never suspected that I knew what was going on. I was an only child desperate for a sibling but that was not going to happen now. We must have drove some 50 miles to the large town where my mother worked, little did I know then that she was also seeing another man and that had become serious. Seth as it turned out was a few years older than my mother, at 30 he had dirty blond hair and stood an impressive six feet and still retained a muscular jock build from his school days, he was pretty successful with his small company and lived quite well in a sprawling ranch house in the countryside. Gradually I was introduced to him over several weekends, I didn't care much for him after all he wasn't my father. Seth was divorced and had a son who was 10 years old. At the time I paid little attention until the day my mother sat me down and explained that we were moving in to Seth's house in the country. Not only was I contending with a new school but now I was to be uprooted again to a different place to live, strangely I had calmed down a little by this time and was studying diligently at school, I showed a love for some sport especially wrestling, you could say I had become a model child. Maybe my father was the cause of my bad tantrums and his lack of love to my mother and me. At the start of summer holidays Seth arrived and began helping my mother to move whilst I sat in my bedroom head in a book as usual. I had packed my clothes, books and Xbox as that was all I needed in life to keep me happy. Seth was unlike my father he actually showed an interest in me from what I liked reading to what sports I did at school, I was torn between my loyalties and slowly I put up a barrier between Seth and me to prevent any closeness developing, but he was persistent and told me how I would really get along with his own son Brad who was 2 years older than me. Personally I couldn't see how on earth we would connect and it is what scared me the most, as much as I yearned for a sibling I never bargained on getting an older one. I carried my book out to his black BMW X5 which towered above me, for a eight year old I was fit and healthy albeit just five foot five inches with hopefully more growing to do, it still seemed like a big climb as I heaved myself in to the back seat and settled down. I was also trendy for my age with the latest haircut of buzzed sides and longer on top that was neatly combed, I took pride in my appearance as I knew it would help me get the right girls as school. Being gay or even thinking about it never crossed my mind but life has a way of turning your hand over before your eyes so I found out. My mother said goodbye and I panicked looking at her but she smiled and said she was following on in her car as there was no room for me to sit in there. I opened my book and stuck my head firmly in to it, I had never been alone with Seth and it was going to be 40 minute drive out of town. Briefly I looked up with what must have been eyes full of fear as Seth sat in the drivers seat and he glanced at me through the rear view mirror switching the engine on. Seth backed the car out of the short drive "It will be okay Tom" he said pulling away from my home. I watched out of the window as we moved away from my familiar surroundings "Really?" I replied. "You and Brad will get on just fine and he is excited to meet you" Seth said glancing in the mirror. I looked over at the mirror to see his eyes looking at me "Right" I said and faced back to the window. "You said you like wrestling at school Tom?" Seth asked me trying to engage me in conversation. "Yes" I replied without moving my head as a tear rolled down my cheek in sadness leaving things behind again. Seth smiled "Brad does wrestling and likes to work out so you have something in common" his eyes watching me. "Great" I replied emotionless wiping the tear from my cheek, the rest of the journey was silent. The car stopped "This is Medina Ranch" Seth said coming round to the boot of the car and opening it. "You have to be fucking kidding me, where the fuck are we?" I said kicking the gravel hard on the driveway. Seth didn't even look at me "Use those words again and you sleep in the barn" he said smirking. My mother pulled up in her car "Tommy what's wrong?" She asked walking towards me. I looked at her "How could you bring me here?" I angrily asked waving my hand at the expanse of greenery. She stopped at looked around "It's beautiful here Tommy you will love it" she said trying to calm me down. Seth watched me walking off "Leave him, let him get it out of his system" he replied shrugging it off. Julia turned to Seth "I really thought he would embrace this new life" she said. Seth pulled a box out of the car "He will come around Julia". Okay so underneath I wasn't quite the model child Seth had expected but little did I know my anger and frustration was born out of who I would eventually become as I grew older and understood myself better. In the meantime I found a quiet spot nearly half a mile from the house under some large trees where I sat down and cried my heart out, the thought of spending six long weeks with no signs of life or friends ripped through me in boiling anger. Seth took all my belongings and put them in the garage telling my mother that I needed to learn and will have to move my own belongings and grow up. My mother felt ashamed of my behaviour but Seth casually waved it off saying he had been through that with Brad. Guessing I must have been out for nearly three hours before realising that no one was coming out to look for me, hungry and thirsty I stood up and walked back towards the house, I got even more wound up and annoyed as I had got dirt on my book and frantically tried to clean it as best I could. In my tantrum I hadn't even looked at the house which stood imposingly on the plot, part single and two story sprawling ranch style it was definitely bigger than any house I had lived in, I stood looking at it with dread as it was to be my prison until I could move away, well that was how I saw it since nothing else seemed to be living around here. Walking up to the doors I opened the left one and let myself in and stood in the large entrance hall, I could hear my mother and Seth talking and walked towards the voices finding myself in the large kitchen and dining area. "There you are Thomas" my mother said reverting to my proper name, I knew she was angry. I looked at them both "I've ruined my book" putting it down in front of my mother. Seth turned the book around "I have a copy of that in the library you can read" he said looking at me. I sat down opposite them "Thanks" I replied with a genuine tone for the first time. My mother retrieved a plate from the refrigerator "You must be hungry Tommy" she said placing a sandwich by my side. "I am, thanks mum" I said already devouring it as she brought me a fruit juice as well. "When you finished I will show you where you will be sleeping" Seth told me with a smile on his face. Seth and my mother escorted me along a wing of the ranch house in to another lounge area that was clearly used by his son and then in to a large bedroom suite with two double beds, to be fair the room was almost as large as the apartment we had just left. It had an en-suite bathroom and wet room and overlooked the back of the house, the room angled around the pool area and my heart lifted seeing the large pool. Having never had a pool before I had not learnt to swim but the thought of being able to sit in it and paddle around made me smile. When they told me I would be sharing this area with Brad I argued to the point I upset myself realising it was a futile argument. Seth told me I would get along just fine with Brad and they turned to leave me with Seth pointing out my things are in the garage and to move them. I sat there alone putting my head in my hands cursing at my new life, I knew my mother was going away tomorrow for a couple of days with work which hastened the moving in. Residing to my fate I decided to make the best of a bad thing, I mean how much worse can it get. Eventually I found the garage and started moving my things in to the room, I was getting hot and sticky with all the walking and unpacking, I stripped off down to my shorts as I began unpacking my clothes and putting them in the walk in closet on the side that was empty. Outside and unknown to me Brad had returned on his quad bike and parked it in the garage, for a 10 year old he could easily pass at being 15 or 16 due to his tall broad build that he got from his father. Inheriting the dirty blond hair and striking blue eyes he was pretty well muscled up and had a very solid build for a kid his age. He carried it off well, even the seniors at the school daren't get on his bad side, he had a wonderful relationship with his father unlike me with mine. Brad walked in to the house and headed to the kitchen in his polite and mesmerising manner he sat and chatted with my mother until Seth said for him to go and meet me as they were going out to dinner and the housekeeper would prepare our dinner. Brad walked along the wing to his pad as he called it and saw the lounge area remained as when he left it that morning. He waited watching for his father and my mother to leave before he walked towards the bedroom, it was quiet apart from the clanging of coat hangers coming from closet. He looked at the bed seeing a few books strewn across it, he had never shown any inclination or interest in reading books unless he had to for school. He turned and walked towards the closet, standing at the doorway, I was unaware of Brad's presence or that he was scrutinising me from behind. "You like being in the closet" Brad asked making me jump that I missed the rail to hang a shirt on. I quickly turned frightened "Fuck don't creep up on me like that" were the first words out of my mouth. Brad's eyes looked at me trying to figure me out "Didn't mean to scare you" he said I could see the muscles in his arms and thought twice about hitting back "I'm Tom" I said shyly. "I'm not stupid I know who you are" he turned and left me in the closet. I walked in to the bedroom "I never asked to be here, so don't take it out on me" I said picking my books up. Brad was taking his t-shirt off "Yeah well were both stuck with this". I guess I must have been staring at him before I asked "How did you get so big?" then blushing at my upfront nature. Brad looked at me with his head to one side sizing me up "Working out and a muscle building compound". I nodded and went back to my unpacking, he ignored me listening to the music on his phone. Finally I finished after checking the clothes were hanging in an order that I liked and wiped my brow from the humidity. I had a quick shower to cool down and decided to look outside since Brad showed no sign of wanting to show me around. All I wanted to see really was the pool and I wasn't disappointed as it was large and plenty of shallow water at one end, I did a quick look around and took my reefs off and paddled in the shallow end for a few minutes enjoying the cool water over my submerged feet. "You can go in if you want" Brad said standing at the French doors watching me. I felt a little shame "No it's okay" I replied without looking at him. "Can you not swim?" he asked me walking out and joining me as I paddled. I hesitated "No" I said quietly not wanting to embarrass myself "I want to but never had a pool where I lived". Brad sat down on the edge of the pool dangling his feet in "I can teach you if you want". I looked at him but he was staring at the water "Really, you would?" I asked him surprised. Brad looked over at me "Yeah, well we got all summer vacation and there isn't much to do around here". I walked over and sat beside him "Thanks, and will you help me get muscle like yours?" I nervously asked. Brad laughed "If you want but it's hard work" he said nudging me "What are you going to do for me?" he asked. I chuckled "I have nothing to offer, I like reading and playing on my Xbox" I said to him. Brad smiled at me "You can read to me" he replied "you know the books I have to read for school, you can read them to me". That was the moment that we became friends, not quite step-brothers just then, but friends was a good place to start. The first few days I had terrible stomach ache as my body adjusted to the high protein muscle building compound, I think Brad got quite a lot of enjoyment seeing me running to the toilet. He told me not to worry and it will settle down in a few days, he introduced me to the gym by the pool house and got me lifting weights for half an hour in the morning and evening. True to his words he began to teach me to swim and by the end of the summer vacation I was at least no longer afraid of deep water and could happily manage a couple of lengths of the pool without loosing my breath. A week into our new found friendship Brad invited me to go for a ride on his quad bike, he packed some fruit and water along with a book in to his rucksack and gave it to me to put on my back. I was a little scared as I had never been on this type of bike but he drove slowly with me clasping him tightly in case I fell off we drove for about 20 minutes, passing fields and wooded areas until we hit an open expanse where I could see a line to trees and bushes stretching as far as the eye could see. Coming to a stop we walked a few meters in to the clearing by a shallow river the flowed gently meandering out of sight. "This is the Medina river" he said taking the rucksack off my back. I looked around "It's really pretty here" I said taking it all in. Brad smiled sitting down on the edge of the stream "My favourite little hideaway, the ranch is named after it". "Ah right" I replied sitting next to him. He pulled the book out of the rucksack and handed it to me "Your end of the bargain now" he chuckled. I took the book and laid on my stomach "Okay" I replied. I have to admit I started to find it intoxicating being here, the gentle sound coming from the water in the river flowing over the pebbles, the sun beating down and reading aloud was my idea of paradise, I even left my hair messed up from wearing the baseball cap. I kept looking at Brad when turning the page of the book, his eyes were closed hand clasped behind his head, whenever I stopped reading he would open one eye to check on me causing me to giggle several times. There was no doubt about him as rough and tough as he was on the outside he was a very different person underneath. I must have read nearly a hundred pages before he put his hand on the book to stop me reading and handed me some fruit and water. We walked in the stream hardly saying anything to each other until we returned back to our spot where he handed me the book again, I read a further 3 chapters before I put the book down and laid on my back looking up at the dappled sunlight coming through the trees. The rustling in the trees signified a change coming, Brad only to aware jumped up and packed the rucksack telling me there was a storm coming in, something that was quite usual for this time of day when the heat rose sharply like it had during the afternoon. Sure enough just a few hundred meters from the ranch house the heavens opened as the wind picked up in velocity driving the rain in to our faces. The storm lasted for an hour before the sun appeared again. We stood in the garage soaking wet and just laughed as puddles began forming at our feet, from that day we found our sense of humour to be very similar. A few days later at lunchtime we were heading out to the Medina River again, today the sun was already blazing hot in the sky so I sat down right the waters edge so I could dangle my feet in the water to cool them down as I read aloud to Brad, he sat a little further up so I could only see his legs, after an hour I turned on to my stomach and laid down resting on my elbows continuing to read. He did make me laugh seeing him chilled out chewing on a long stem grass, his eyes closed hands clasped behind his head. We walked a mile down the stream and back again before heading home, this afternoon was different as we chatted a little more finding our feet with each other. As the days passed we spent more and more time together bonding and enjoying working out then spending afternoons at the Medina river. By the time the vacation ended I was ready to return to school, it was my first day as this new school, as nervous as I was there was nothing to worry about as I fitted in straight away, Brad looked after me since we had become inseparable over the summer vacation. Those long summer days turned me in to a somewhat confident swimmer, I was beginning to show some muscle tone which I loved and many kids in my class commented over. Never would I realise how much of a catch I was to the girls and was never short of attention from them in my year and even some of the senior girls flirting with me. One thing I was probably more dumbstruck by was hearing them remark how attractive I was. It got worse as I aged, well I thought so anyway, it seemed almost all the school wanted to hang out with Brad and I, himself turning in to quite the muscle jock now having hit puberty. I felt a little overawed by all the friends and attention but there was something missing and that something was slowly beginning to show it's hand the older I got. It did take a couple of summers before Brad actually referred to me as his step-brother, after our parents married he began referring to me as his brother and it was this milestone that I articulated in my journal. I would usually write my journal sitting by the stream I found it gave me more flair when transferring my thoughts to paper. Brad would often sit there watching as I wrote, he knew I kept a journal and read it once when I fell asleep but he got bored as it contained nothing of interest at that point. It was from them I began hiding it and only writing when something needed to be downloaded out of my head, it had become my secret keeper. My reading to Brad had got him interested in books and studying and he did rather to well in his final years and won a place at a university some 300 miles away. Our years together were for the most part idyllic and every summer we shut ourselves away at Medina doing our own things. Our bodies changed but we both retained our looks and I grew from strength to strength with Brad's help. On his 16th birthday Seth allowed Brad to get a tribal tattoo down his arm. I sat with him and Seth as the artist worked for nearly 3 hours until finished. Sitting there I realised how much Brad was growing up and beginning to show independence, I knew our summers were going to come to an end soon enough. At 17 Brad was a real crowd pleaser and was now more often out than at home, I had heard rumours at school that he was bedding girls like there was no tomorrow, when he was home we would still go to the Medina river for some peace and quiet escaping life. I relished those days as I missed him like hell and was only too happy to read to him. At 15 I had a growth spurt and stood at my now five feet nine inches, I was pretty happy with my height, but it also caused my looks to intensify and muscle definition to proportionise itself to my body. It was several months after my birthday that I wrote down one of the most revealing feelings about me 'I feel my body has changed, I have hair appearing in places not much but enough, my voice is slightly deeper and I am beginning to feel like the boy in me is forever being lost. I like guys. Don't aske me how or why, I just do. I like their bodies, I like the masculinity of a guy who is very close to me. I never really thought I would write this down but somehow I need to express me and who I have become. I just don't seem to have any interest in girls and yes I know what this means but I am not ready for it. I need to come to accept it first and be happy about why my body and soul has gone this way. As much as I rack my brains trying to think why, there is no answer. No significance, no turning point, it has always been there waiting for the right time'. I put my pen down and watched Brad sleeping in his bed, discreetly hiding my journal as I knew that it was more important than ever to keep it hidden. I never wrote a lot down or did it on a daily basis, it was one of things I kept as a reminder of important things or situations now. I wondered if it showed on the outside that I was gay, I only questioned it as I saw less and less of Brad during that last summer before he headed off to university. It seemed his new friend residing in his pants was busy around and he started dating the head cheerleader from the school, Melinda. It was to put it bluntly my year of turmoil, I felt like my gut had been wrenched out the day he finally left. I knew he wanted to break free and be his own person. He left me fighting my demons, I was literally destroying myself inside out and it was after my 16th birthday I sat down for dinner, I plucked up the courage to discuss it with my mother and Seth since they had noticed I was becoming more introverted during this time but they put it down to Brad leaving home. Opening up to them about my feelings seemed to lift a massive burden off my shoulders, my mother was sceptical saying it wss just a phase where Seth appeared to have more control over the matter and I still remember his words to this day 'Don't hide or run from it, just let you discover you and who you are'. I kept my secret hidden at school and concentrated on getting my education over before deciding weather I wanted to go to college or university, rumours did surface occasionally as I had plenty of friends that were girls but never date or kissed any of them, I never acted gay or gave any one cause to question my sexuality. Not one for wanting to be away from Medina ranch I choose college and long distance studying, the benefit of which meant I could take my laptop out with me to the Medina river and study there where I didn't have to go in to college for assignments, tests and exams. So it wasn't all that bad coming out to my mother and Seth, they just let me get on with it. I was surprised that Seth would without fail every week sit down and chat with me about how I was feeling, I looked on him as more of a father than my blood father who I hadn't seen since the break up. Seth was reasonable and considerate, never judging me but always supporting and being there if I needed help. The year dragged by and Brad returned home for the summer vacation, he entered the house like a whirlwind and swooped me up in his arms hugging me. "God I missed you Tom" Brad said putting me down. I hugged him back "It's so lonely without you here" I replied. "Well I am here for several weeks book worm" he said using his nick name for me. It didn't take long for our routine to slip in to place, only now it just felt awkward as I was hiding the real me from him. I just couldn't bring myself to tell him, I didn't really know why at the time but I thought it would be best to keep that part of me in the shadows. All to soon his few weeks at home had come to an end and that last evening I heard Seth and Brad having a very stern discussion in the library. It was pretty fiery so I made my way back to our room and listened to some music reading a book. When Brad turned up he seemed his cheery self and said nothing about the argument going on, he showered and changed then headed out to meet his latest girl. A few days later when I asked how Brad was doing just out of normal conversation I got a strange look from Seth. He would not talk much about Brad just that he was doing okay, I knew he had gone to university several times to talk to him, and I overheard him and my mother talking about Brad's disciplinary hearing but nothing was ever said directly to me. I had no idea what was going on or what trouble he had gotten himself into. I had just celebrated my 18th birthday and was studying on the pool terrace late one morning when I heard Seth in the kitchen cursing to himself and grabbing his keys, I heard him talking to my mother on the phone to say he was having to drive up to the university. By the time I got to the kitchen he had already stormed out leaving the letter from the universities disciplinary committee on the counter top. My mistake or maybe it wasn't, I picked up the letter and read it. I couldn't believe the words of the last paragraph 'As such situations arise when a student is in possession of any form of drug the course of action is to expel them from the campus and forfeit their position. Whilst the committee have noted that no further action is being taken by the relevant law enforcement agencies we are in no doubt of possession and intended use or distribution and as such the student has been expelled. The committees decision is final and will not entertain any appeal to review'. It was almost like a standard letter but I felt really sorry how his life had spiralled out of control in this manner. Seth returned later that evening tired and upset, I listened at the door as he told my mother that Brad refused to see him point blank. I walked in to the lounge and they both stopped talking. "Are you going to tell me what is going on with Brad?" I asked standing my ground. Seth shrugged his shoulder "There is no point Tom, he won't see or speak to anyone" he replied. I sat down next to Seth "How bad is it?" I asked him. Seth looked at my mother "He has been expelled, he needs help but he can't see that or accept it". That evening was one of the longer entries in to my journey as I was troubled all night, when I woke early that Saturday morning I sneaked down to Seth's BMW and turned the key and looked at the SatNav which gave me a location near enough to where Brad was staying. I got my keys and sped down the ranch driveway and headed to Dallas, I almost stopped several times wondering if I was doing the right thing but I kept going on the 5 hour drive. I knew I was in the right place but I had no idea which building he was in, I stopped a student wandering by just on the off chance and asked if they knew Brad Felshaw, he laughed and said yeah building 2c Room 235. I rushed over not knowing what I was going to say to him as I reached the door, I knocked three times but waited to hear if there was any movement when another student walked past and smiled 'good luck getting him to answer' they said carrying on down the corridor glancing back at me, I now banged on the door louder this time. "Go away" he shouted through the door. "Brad" I waited for a moment "Brad it's Tom, let me in please" I pleaded through the door. Eventually I heard the lock clicking and he opened the door "What do you want?" he asked. "I came to see you" I said through the crack in the opening "are you going to let me in?". Brad was reluctant "Did my father send you here?" he asked. "No, he doesn't know I have driven here" I replied, he hesitated then opened the door inviting me in. He looked dishevelled and not the Brad I knew "What the fuck has happened to you?" I asked closing the door. Brad sat on the bed head in his hands "I lost control and fucked up really bad this time". I sat down next to him "Everyone is worried about you Brad. It hurts to see you like this". "Like what?" he asked in an angry tone. "This is not you, not the Brad I grew up with" I replied looking at him. He stared at me "Your not the Tom I grew up with are you?" he stated in a matter of fact way. I looked down "It hasn't change me Brad, I haven't come to terms with it myself" I said shyly. "Is that so?" Brad replied somewhat confused. I took a deep breath "Come home with me, I will sneak you in and look after you". He looked at me "I can't deal with my father he is so angry with me" he said looking sad. I put my arm around him "He is not angry Brad, just upset and very concerned" I assured him. Brad stood and paced around "Are you sure you want to do this Tom?" he asked. I looked at him "Are you an addict?" I asked. He shot me a look "No, I only did it 4 or 5 times" he paused "but I am getting drawn to it". I don't know how I did it but he agreed to come home with me after I promised not to let anyone know until he was ready to face them. He slept for most of the journey back home, I could have sworn he cried a little or at least his eyes watered seeing Medina Ranch at the end of the access road. He slid down in his seat to avoid being seen as I drove in the garage. I checked the house to make sure the coast was clear and walked with brad down the wing to our end of the house. Telling him to shower and as he did I quickly rifled through his bag to make sure there was nothing hiding in there and also the clothes he had worn home. I kind of felt guilty and didn't really know what I was doing, his hand grabbed my arm tightly 'there is nothing there' he said letting me go again, he certainly hadn't lost any of his muscle or strength. Something inside me caused me to stand up and face him, I was speechless and I couldn't work out if I got a kick out of him touching me aggressively like that. He backed off in obvious concern at what he did. At 20 Brad was a walking sex machine and it was hard to keep my gaze from looking at his body, I had still yet to explore my sexuality but I knew he definitely aroused me. I tried to keep a close reign on my preference for the male body whilst living in small town Texas, the last thing I wanted was to be out and branded like the cattle in this state. He looked at me "I'm sorry if I hurt you" Brad said drying his hair. "Promise me you have none of it here?" I asked watching him look me in the eye nodding. Brad slipped in to his bed "Promise me you won't let on?" he asked resting his head on the pillow. I looked at the sight of him staring at the ceiling "You have my word Brad" I replied picking up a book, I knew I would have to keep a very close eye on him. Sitting on the bed next to him he smiled for the first time "You going to read to me?". I nodded "Yes that's if you don't mind me sitting on the bed next to you?" I replied. Brad smiled "Of course I don't" he said getting comfortable. It took me by surprise and at first I wasn't sure if it was him accepting what he knew about me or just the brotherly part coming through. I read to him for an hour until he was sound asleep, it was only 8pm so I crept out and had dinner with Seth and my mother, it didn't take long for the conversation got around to where I had been all day and I told them at the Medina river and also headed in to town to see a friend. As far as I know they hadn't suspected a thing and after dinner I grabbed some fruit and went back to the bedroom to find Brad still sound asleep. I kept the curtains closed that overlooked the terrace and the French doors locked. I can't recall what time it was but I was woken by the sound of Brad, I could make out that he was sitting on the edge of his bed shaking and panting. Thankfully I had done some research on the internet after I returned to my room and believed this to be his body reacting to a lack of whatever drug he had taken. I turned on the bed side lamp and could see he was also sweating. I walked over and asked him what I could do to help but he looked at me like a helpless child tears streaming down his face. Trust me I said helping him stand up and took him in to the wet room and turned on the cold water, I sat next to him in the shower letting the cold water cascade over the both of us until his shaking ceased. I helped dry him and took him back in to the bedroom to my bed and laid next to him, so much of me wanted to cuddle him in this fragile state, he looked at me and quietly said thank you and falling back to sleep. I watched him as long as I could until my body surrendered and my eyes closed. I had one of the best night sleeps that I could remember, waking up I found my body was being held and my eyes snapped open. His arms were wrapped around me and he was cuddled up very close, to close for comfort was my initial diagnoses. Escaping was the first thing in my head, then the awkwardness of this as me moving would certainly wake him up and he may freak out. I laid there silently for several minutes until Brad shuffled and turned over releasing me from his arms. Silently I crept out of bed and let him sleep, picking up my journal I wrote a few words 'Woke feeling like I had a perfect sleep. Shaken I found my step-brothers arms wrapped around me, his body touching mine. Disturbing to say the least but somehow I find myself turned on as my whole body seemed to be in a state of flux'. I hid the journal and showered, when I came back in to the room Brad was awake and just acted normally. I came to the conclusion that he probably didn't even know, for the most part Brad seemed to be returning and the next few days I studied and didn't leave his side except to fetch food. Keeping him hidden seemed pretty easy and his withdrawal symptoms vanished which confirmed my suspicion that he had probably told me the truth. I guess I got to cocky at this hiding Brad game and he slid down in the seat of the car as I backed out of the garage and drove us to the Medina river again. I sat down on the banks and started reading, Brad laid on his stomach his head inches from the water resting on his hands watching the water flowing by. He wore only shorts taking his t-shirt off as we arrived since it was another scorching day. It was very distracting, I just wanted to touch and hold the body laying there, it was so perfect and the temptation to tickle his bare feet his toes wriggling in the sun crossed my mind. Refocusing I continued reading for an hour then we waded in the river and walked for a couple of hours. On the walk back to our spot Brad put his arm around my shoulder, something he hadn't done since we were younger. I felt like our bond was stronger than ever having faltered when he found out what his cock was for and put it to use. I rummaged in the rucksack and gave Brad some fruit and a bottle of water, if people saw us now they would think we were a perfect couple. I grabbed the book and sat down on the waters edge, before I could even get it open he had sat down behind me, his legs either side of my body and his arms wrapped around my body with his chin resting on my shoulders. It was one thing accidentally cuddling me in bed but this felt strangely weird but I carried on and opened the book to the page where we had got to the previous evening, he watched me leafing through to the pages but my mind was elsewhere as my body tingled by his touch. "Can't believe how much you have grown up and changed Tom" Brad said as he watched me turning the pages. I smiled but didn't look at him "We have both grown up Brad". Brad rubbed his chin on my shoulder "Yeah but at least you didn't screw up like me" he sighed. I looked up at the sky "I am just as screwed up if not more but in other ways". Brad stopped and looked at me "You are far from screwed up Tom, your confronting things head on" he said. "Well it's my turn to return the favour, you looked after me growing up" I said reminding him. Brad chuckled and waved it off "Was it hard, you know growing up feeling the way you do?" he asked me. "What way?" I asked oblivious to what he meant. Brad rubbed his chin on my shoulder again "You being gay" he said, I was slightly taken back. I turned and looked at him "It still is, I try to work out why but I end up even more confused" I said looking at the book. Brad ruffled my hair "Your still Tom to me. It is what is in here that defines you" he said tapping my heart. I sighed "I'm so lucky having you as a brother, as fucked up as you are" I laughed more out of nerves than anything. His hands hugged me tighter "You have helped me so much Tom. And now?" he whispered "Have you a boyfriend?". I stared at the words on the pages "No" I replied "How come you haven't got a girl?". "Don't know" Brad said "Melinda was mediocre for sex but she was getting to needy and I got nothing out of it". Brad lifted his head "Stop changing the subject. Why haven't you got a boyfriend?" he asked. I sighed "I am not ready to explore yet" I replied, it was the truth as I had no courage or even knew where to start. Brad hugged me tighter "Who ever get's you will be one lucky person. Come on then read to me" he said. I wondered if I was becoming a bit of a shady pervert as I settled back in to his arms reading the book. It is a strange feeling when your step-brother is the closet another man has ever got to you, sitting here time just seemed to get away from us. We hadn't realised how late it got and headed back home, no further mention was made by either of us about that afternoon, assuming it was just us rekindling our brotherly love for each other. I checked the coast was clear and we wandered down the east wing of the ranch house in our lounge and found Seth sat there waiting for us. Brad stopped dead in his tracks and Seth stood up and walked towards Brad, I didn't know what to expect, I stood ready to defend him. Seth looked at his son and hugged him, Brad kept apologising for screwing everything up, he told Brad he was just happy to his son back. Seth looked at me "Thank you Tom" he said. I put the rucksack down "I'm sorry for going behind everyone's back". Seth walked over and hugged me "You had us worried behaving weirdly at first". "You knew?" I asked Seth who nodded. "They described you and your car as taking Brad away from campus" Seth said to me as I stood looking ashamed. It was obvious Seth was pleased that I managed to get through to Brad when no one else could. As Brad slept I retrieved my journal from the hiding place and wrote things in there again that should never have been down on paper... 'A strange yet weirdly happy day as we went to the river only this time I felt like I was sat there with a lover. His hands around my waist and head resting on my shoulders. I know this is my step-brother but sometimes feelings are stronger than actions and he wakens me in a very extraordinary way'. I looked debating weather I should have written this but my journal was holding the true me, quickly I hid it away again. Brad was left alone in my company for a week partaking in meals with the family in the evening for as long as he could tolerate it. At night I would read to him and we often fell asleep in the same bed, it was as if we were 8 and 10 again. Brad got his life together and started working for his father whilst finishing his education. So that was me growing up and how I helped my step-brother through his problem, oh, and fell in love with him. The table would turn in a few years time but that was something I could never have seen coming, especially when your so blinded by what you think is love but in reality was the opposite. I became the closest friend to Brad as well, we would tell each other everything and before you ask, no I didn't write those in my journal. I knew they were things best kept between us. Part of me was broken but happy when Brad started seeing Melinda again in this on off story of theirs, so much so that it became probably the most serious relationship for the time being. As if you hadn't guessed by now, Brad was the first instrumental person in my life, he shaped me as the person as we grew up together in a very unshakable way. We stuck to each other like glue and did everything together. My life really took shape and turned upside down a week before my 19th birthday celebrating a belated 18th birthday present, and this is where my story really begins to unfold...
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This is my first story here, and it's fiction. I hope you like it. I didn't like Daniel. There were several reasons for this, but you can probably pin it all down to his antisocial behavior. Luckily I hadn't seen him for a long time. I was all the more surprised to meet him as a participant in our club ski weekend. But unlike usual, this time he had his girlfriend with him. Jana was about 1.75m tall, slim, long brown hair, fawn-colored eyes, a birthmark on her cheek, about mid-20s. All in all, a sweet girl who was also extremely communicative and open-minded. We had a larger group accommodation, showers and toilets separately and not separated by gender. Jana walked down the hallway dressed only in long ski underwear and a thin sports top. An amazing body. How could she put up with Daniel. We skied all day. At lunch at the hut, she peeled off her ski clothes and braided a braid, revealing the straps of the sports bra. I didn't let on how much I liked her. At dinner together, Jana sat right next to me and we were able to have a nice chat. After that we all sat together at the fireplace and drank a glass or two of beer and a bottle of martini was emptied quite quickly. Again and again I let my gaze wander to her, just a great sight. Unfortunately, Daniel was always close by. It was really hard to get any closer to her. In any case, I could consider this evening unsuccessful. And so I didn't just go to bed early because of the alcohol. However, at some point during the night I need to pee urgently. I clenched for a while, but it only worked for a limited time, so I couldn't fall asleep. So I made my way out of my room to the toilet. Light was still shining under the door, apparently someone had forgotten to turn off the light. Quietly, so as not to wake anyone, I opened the door. Oh, apparently someone just went to the toilet. I heard a low moan. I paused for a moment, no one noticed me. So I could listen a little. It seemed like it was just one person. From the pitch of her voice I guessed Jana. There was no one else with a similar voice in the hallway, that much I knew. If it was Jana, then this was my chance. Apparently she was sitting on the toilet masturbating there. There were two options - either I would try to take a video from under the door with my cell phone, or I would offer to help her. I chose the latter. This was a unique opportunity to give Daniel a little present that he would never forget in his life. "I can help you with that if you want," I said just loud enough to be heard. There was a brief silence, she had interrupted. crap, I thought. This will not work. Silence continued. So I took a few steps into the toilet room and slowly resigned myself to the fact that I didn't have a chance. "Hm, ok" answered the female voice. Yes, I was almost certain that it was Jana. She unlocked the door and let me in. Jana was wearing a tight top, pushed over her breasts, and her panties were on the floor. She motioned for me to be quiet. It's clear. Then she grabbed my pants and she had my cock in her hand. She sat on the toilet, leaning slightly forward, so that I could only see her small 75B breasts. Unfortunately I couldn't see her pussy. With the slightest touch of her my tail was. I actually had to pee urgently. I forced myself to persevere. It wasn't long before my cock was in her mouth. Her tongue gently touched my glans. Then she played with it. She carefully encircled my penis with her lips, her tongue always making circular movements. Then she became more demanding. Her movements became faster and faster. I took her head in my hands and pressed my cock into her mouth until she gagged slightly. A couple of times I repeated this game, and it was already very wet. Then I took her top and pulled it off her. She sat stark naked, then I couldn't take it anymore and I had to pee on her. But apparently this didn't bother her, on the contrary, she opened her mouth and began hesitantly and then more and more to swallow. After each sip of her I stopped briefly, that certainly nothing is lost. She absorbed everything. Ok, apparently she liked the slightly heavier style of play. I wanted to test that further. I pulled them up and took both nipples between my thumb and forefinger from behind and squeezed tightly. You escaped a slight moan. I pressed harder and twisted a bit. A small tremor ran through her body. My cock rubbed against her ass. Now I teased her what I would do to her. This is her last chance to say no. With a groan, she confirmed my suggestion. My fingers slid down from her breasts to her still wet vagina. A little slap on it and she moaned again. Then I set out to explore her clitoris. Each rub made her groan, but sometimes I squeezed a little harder, which made her twitch every time. Then I shoved a finger into her vagina. Now there was no stopping her. I rubbed her g-spot harder, sometimes less hard. I pulled out my finger and licked it. Clean, no semen. I was almost a little disappointed. Again, this time I stuck three fingers inside. Another small tremor in her body. Again and again I pressed my fingers firmly against the walls of her cunt. It was only a matter of time before the spot was rubbed raw. But she seemed to enjoy it. I pulled my hand out again and again, let her lick her juice, but I also wanted to taste it. I always checked the appearance of the slime. And then the time had come, no longer transparent white, no, slightly reddish. Perfect. I quickly scratched my glans with my fingernail and a thin line of blood was visible. Now I put my cock in her pussy. I fucked her while my now free fingers explored her asshole. With a little spit I was able to penetrate effortlessly. Apparently she had already practiced that. She grabbed three fingers easily. And so slowly she had trouble just moaning softly. She kept getting louder, which was clearly uncomfortable for her. I also worked on the second hole until it was slightly bloody, then I switched backwards with my cock. I fucked the little tight hole. She seemed to like it. Then I couldn't hold it anymore and pumped her 3 strokes in the ass. I quickly pulled out and the next 3 loads of cum ended up in the pussy. After I had filled them I pushed a few more times. Suddenly it became clear to her that she had to go back to Daniel like this, and even if she were to put her panties back on, Daniel would probably notice the foreign sperm. She suddenly switched and ordered me to lick her clean. Since my plan had worked up to that point, I followed her order. That way she wouldn't notice the blood either. After 10 minutes in which she herself had 2 orgasms, she was clean. She pulled her panties up and her shirt on again and left the toilet. I removed the traces and went back to bed. The next morning we didn't show anything. There probably wouldn't be a repeat. Two weeks later I met one of our trainers. He was waiting for Daniel. When he called Daniel he said he had to take care of Jana who had the worst flu of her life. Extremely upset, the coach left the club. Once again Daniel had annoyed someone with his antisocial behavior. He would soon get his present from Jana.
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Hi guys quick note before i start i'm new at writing fiction (first story >.< ) but thought since i have enjoyed so many of your amazing orgasm inducing tales i should try contribute to the community, so any feed back is more than welcome as its the only way we get better. a quick sorry in advance for the punctuation i have dyslexia and its a bitch. this story is based on all those films where the monster is loose and hunts its pray transforming them into creatures like itself, which always really turned me on ... and seems a natural fit for a genetically modified poz monster who wants to convert as many as possible with its toxic dick. nobody dies in this story they just become infected with super HIV developed by a shady pharma corp and transform still living into there new form. i hope you all enjoy and on with the story...... The group walked up to the glass and steel building of Gentech, its massive sign still lit proclaiming “Gentech a better world for all”. But with the lights in the building out and all personnel gone it looked eerie and dead they knew the building was fully evacuated except for basement levels where the labs are and from reports those lab floors were like a small labyrinth. The basement levels had been sealed due to a biological containment alarm with the twelve scientists who working at the time were still down there needing extraction. That was the job of S.R.A.R.G, a search and rescue group used by government to get assets out of compromising situations, the group sent was delta squad a five-man strong retrieval team each hand picked for their skills. The Figures moved up to the doors and slipped inside with military precision, five figures in all wearing black bio-containment suits the front figure held a tablet with a metal wand hooked up to it they waved it though the air of the large glass atrium the tablet lit up green, the figure nodded and they moved quickly across the marble floor their footsteps and rustling suites echoing off the glass and steel in the still darkness they reached an elevator and the front figure typed a code the beeping seeming too loud by far, the metal doors slid open with a shush of air and the group stepped inside without a word, the elevator descended. The figures remained silent the elevators doors opened again and they stepped into a small concrete room only just big enough to hold them all, a red light pulsed on the wall a message flashing on a small black screen underneath “containment breach full lock-down in effect” the figure with the tablet moved up to the large blast door that took up one wall like the entrance to a tomb. he plugged the tablet into it with a small cable, swiftly moved his hands across the glass pad within a few seconds the red flashing light stopped and the large metal door rumbled up. the figures braced themselves but they were only met with a set of glass doors leading to a long corridor lit with dull yellow emergency lights no panicked scientists. The lead figure pushed the glass door open carefully and waved the metal rod it took a few seconds but the tablet once again showed a green icon on the screen, the figure pulled the mask free from his face with a sigh of relief “all clear guys” he was greeted with a rush of hot moist air that smelled like a locker room, “Air isn't too fresh though makes sense with the air con off down here, but the system says there are dangerous no toxins or gasses ” He quickly striped off the rest of the bio hazard suite showing the black military boots, fatigues, jacket a bullet proof vest over the top seemed filled with tech gear, the man was in his twenties 5 foot 9 with sparkling green eyes his blond hair shaved up the sides and back and let to grow long on the top it made him look like a surfer dude who had dressed like a swat officer for Halloween. The other four followed his lead pulling off the black suits to show similar cloths, “if nothing is showing up why the lock down Gray?” Nate was a large man and team leader he looked in his early 30’s with a body that had been carefully sculpted at the gym, his chestnut hair and beard were both buzzed close to the skin Grey looked back up from the tablet and shrugged “no idea, I would need to get into their computer systems to have a look at what they were working on, mission brief just has they were outsourced by the military intelligence on a number of sensitive projects” Nate nodded and looked over the group “right where are going to split up and find the people trapped down here while Gray pulls the files from the main computers … mission control want to know what the hell they were playing with down here” he pointed at two men one could have been a blond frat boy not over 25 and the other with olive skin black hair “Jackson and Alverez you two search the labs and office area me and cooper will escort Graves to the main server room and then join you, be careful we still don’t know what triggered the biohazard alert ” Both men saluted and Jackson and Alverez moved into the Lab complex guns drawn Nate watched them disappear around the corner and had a bad feeling but looked as Gray and Nick cooper a 5;12 Black man with a swimmer's body and Scowled “let's get this done fast”.
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What have I gotten myself into? I'm still pretty spun at the moment so forgive me if this is a bit rambling. I just can't stop thinking of all the details. To preface, I'll admit I'm a snob. I'm the son of a middle-eastern doctor couple with a posh RP British accent, smug air of superiority, and private school education: I'm the full package. I'm not gonna try to sell myself as a good person through all this, I'm actually quite classist, but I think it provides some context to how this unfolded. It all probably goes back to the first time I was re-integrated into "normal society" when I left private school around 12 years old after a house move. I was used to being in a strictly traditional environment - correct elocution at all times, no slang, back straight, uniform neat, etc. Everyone's parents were businesspeople, lawyers, doctors, and the like: well-to-do, presentable pillars of society. The culture shock of seeing less-well-off people in a more deprived area was a bit much for me to handle. With my neat hair, tie and top button done up properly, and of course the unshakeable accent, I stuck out like a sore thumb. One thing I simply couldn't wrap my head around was the body modifications and bling. Women wore modest jewelry and men wore basically none - that was what I knew. Yet surrounding me were lads walking around with cropped hair, diamond studs, and thick chains, dressed like the "unemployed wasters" and "chavs" my parents always warned me to avoid in the streets. As I got older, these turned from more hideable choices to obvious and irreversible things, earlobes hanging loose after being stretched and tattoos peeking out from under shirt cuffs, that would make any of my old social circle recoil in horror. Anyway, that's enough pseudo-Freudian armchair psychology for now. I've since matured a lot. The accent stuck around for the most part, as did some of the deep-seated opinions about the above described people, though I became much more integrated and humble with age. As expected, I aced all my exams as a high-flyer and got into a good university for a fairly tough biological sciences course. The stress of the workload there eventually got to me, and a few breakdowns later, I joined the university gym for my mental and physical wellbeing. I started to feel better about myself, trim down a bit, and get muscular. Of course, the pandemic came and shut things down for a while, and university being university decided to ramp up membership costs at the gym after reopening. To save money, I signed myself up to the much cheaper local council gym - all the necessary freeweights, and just a 20 minute drive away, although less pristine and proper than some more up-market establishments. The clientele there were hugely different to my previous gym. There were far fewer posh boys using rowing machines and benching an empty bar to say the least. I felt like the youngest there by at least a decade, although still more or less on-par in terms of body size (except for the roiders). The place was full of skinheads, some people who looked high on crack, and a few faces I recognised from the local news as violent criminals. The first time I stepped in, I got an uneasy, twisting feeling in the pit of my stomach from just being around them. Needless to say, I never became particularly social there. Among them, though, there was one who stood out. He seemed fairly sociable and chatty with the others, but never interacted with me beyond a quick glance; maybe ten to fifteen years older than me, in his mid-thirties. He was pale as though he hardly saw the sun, much in contrast with my darker skin, with a thin, almost gaunt face and a somewhat squinting gaze. From his cheeks to his neck he was covered in a moderate layer of stubble and his hair was hidden a baseball cap. His body was much more toned than mine as well: still relatively jacked, but with obvious, discernable muscles and veins as opposed to my more cub-like build. What stood out most was just how closely he fit that common waster archetype of man moreso than anyone else at the gym. Both of his arms from where his shirt sleeve ended down to his gloves were covered in tattoos (the left one of a twisting dragon or snake, and the right of a floral pattern, with other miscellaneous shapes in the gaps). The holes in his earlobes were held open with cheap, black, acrylic tunnels to about the diameter of two of my fingers. When he wasn't lifting, with admittedly excellent form, or talking to others, he spent his time flexing in the mirror and deciding whether his steel curb chain would look better inside or outside his t-shirt that day. Maybe it's because we were complete opposites in everything other than height, with him maybe only an inch or two taller than me, that I couldn't help but look on in fascination. It was an eventuality that he'd notice me staring sooner or later. Disclaimer here: I am exclusively into men (in case that wasn't obvious from the website I'm posting on). I used to call it "gay" but the politics at university put me off the whole labelling culture. I won't go on about some extensive history of being abused or groomed, or my many underage and young-adult sexual exploits because I have none: the attraction just emerged as I was going through puberty and I never acted on it until university given my overbearing yet intolerant parents. Even then, it was only a few dates I ever went on. They were tall, conventionally handsome, smart, and sensitive, but something about the guys I was meeting there just meant I was never invested enough to want to see them beyond dinner. It was on my third day at that gym, shoulders in my routine, that he first spoke to me. "Your form's a bit off, need some help?" a scratchy, slightly nasal, almost cockney voice called over my shoulder. I lowered my gaze slightly as I re-racked the weight and my eyes instantly fell on his. Instinctively, they flickered to some of his most noteable features and then away. "No, I'm fine," I snapped, my tone obviously flustered and clearly harsher than it needed to be. "Alright, mate, I'm just trying to help!" he replied, raising an eyebrow at me with a smirk and holding his hands up. I huffed and re-mounted the barbell for my next set, my eyes casting a quick glance back to him before I did. I noticed his right sleeve extended a few branching patterns above his collar and half-way up his neck. Admittedly, I could feel my form was off. I had increased my load maybe a bit too much and there was a twinge in my back, along with the distracting degenerate standing behind me. "Y'see? Your hips are just tilting a little bit to the right," he continued to critique as I tried to keep my eyes on myself "If I just..." With those three words I felt a weight on my hips gently guiding them to the left and forward. I glanced down and saw him close against my back with his toned, inked arms readjusting my stance. He was close enough to smell his bitter, chemically, musky cheap aftershave with an underlying whiff of tobacco on his breath. I felt an electric jolt shoot down my back, into my groin, and down my legs as I lost my balance and threw the bar clumsily back on to the rack. "What do you think you're doing touching me? Don't touch me! You threw off my form and I almost injured myself!" I shouted, my face turning bright red as I continued to react to him and draw attention to myself. "The fuck is wrong with you?" he asked laughing "Felt something with my hands on your hips, eh?" With that I stormed off out of the gym. Workout be damned - I was too embarrassed to continue. I hopped back in my car and drove back to my student flat, telling myself it was that mutilated, showy chav that was the problem, not me. Without giving myself time to think, I went straight to bed. Now, some details about this gym - it's right on the outskirts of town, between a depressingly grey council estate of sprawling house-flats and an opposingly beautiful forest. I got through my day of studying, seminars, and lab work, then headed out to the gym for leg day and to finish my shoulder routine. I got a couple of awkward glances from people who recognised me from the previous day's outburst, but for the most part people had either forgotten or didn't care. I maintained my load mainly, just increasing reps, and finished up shortly before closing time. It was still fairly light out as I left, so I noticed from a distance when I saw him propped up against the driver's side door of my car. "Pretty nice vehicle you got here," he taunted "How much did it set your parents back?" I bit my lip to hold back my urge to say something along the lines of 'more than you'd ever see' and asked him to move out of the way. "Nah mate, you gotta get something off your chest," he responded, "and once you do that, then I'll let you go home." "I'll just call the police," I responded. "Fine," he said, stepping back from the car and turning to walk towards the forest "just keep your problems bottled up then." As he left, I reached for my car handle, then stopped. I looked directly over to him, taking in his general figure rather than his strikingly chavvy features for the first time. A thought came to mind, but before I could acknowledge it I snuffed it out and locked my car door, chasing him down the public footpath. "What do I need to get off my chest?" I asked him, still a bit flustered. "You're asking as if I know," he replied. I moved to get mad at him for wasting my time when I noticed that same smirk again as my dark, brown eyes locked with his milky blue ones. He knew something about me that I didn't, or at least that I wasn't admitting. The look made me feel uncomfortable. "Is it really that obvious if I have some problem?" I continued, my tone quieter, almost defeated. "I noticed you constantly looking over at me since you first joined," he mentioned "or at least at parts of me..." "I just..." I started, then trailled off, not being able to find the words to articulate myself. "Let me guess, you're a rich kid, sheltered by your parents and groomed into being perfect. You constantly look for approval from older snobs and such so you can fit into the upper crust and live a decent, presentable life. Despite that, you've seen lads like me who look so different to what you've been told that your curiosity can't help but make you look. I'm so far off what you've been told a person should be like that you want to know more," he reeled off, almost rehearsedly "Is that right?" I was lost for words. He'd articulated my thoughts perfectly, better than even I could to myself. I started to wonder if maybe he wasn't quite as idiotic as I'd first assumed. I didn't know what else to say but nod. "I'll be honest, mate, you're the first posh boy I've seen who seems more interested than just put off," he continued "I'm actually interested what keeps you looking at me." "Well, it's just that..." I started, pausing to gain confidence "Why would you spend time and money just to look like that? I could understand if it was just your natural features, but you've put effort in trying to screw up how you look!" "You nervous about asking? It's a talking point, and I like how it looks," he responded with a chuckle "That's just who I am, like how you don't have any tatts and you lift and you talk all posh because that's who you are. I'm proud of this look; fuck everyone else." "And it doesn't get in the way of getting a job?" I interrogated. "Loads of people get rich with body mods - take basically any celebrity!" "And you?" "I couldn't wrap my head around GCSE maths even. I just do... this and that, on the side of the dole," he said with a wink, taking amusement in my expression "basically already accepted I'm not gonna get any higher than odd manual labour jobs." "Do you feel it?" I blurted out "As in, not when you had all that stuff done, but now. Do you feel it in?" "Heh, you really are curious, aren't you? The tatts, not really, but I see them in the mirror every day; they're a part of me forever. The gauges, yeah. They're just a bit heavy - lets me know they're in for everyone to see when I'm out and about. Never got any other piercings because I figured these were enough to look how I want - rough and masc," he explained "I can't explain how they feel to someone without them really, but I don't think you should get any for yourself if you want my two cents. Hope that's what you wanted to hear." I stared for a moment, then averted my gaze. His answer was basically everything I hoped to know, all of my questions answered, but I couldn't admit it for whatever reason. He patted me on the back with a chuckle at my response, sending another electric jolt down from my back to my perineum. "I wonder if you know you're gay yet," he pondered out loud. "What? Oh don't try that psychoanalitical mind game bull with me," I sighed "Of course I know I'm into dudes. You got a problem with that?" "Don't worry, I ain't a big fan of women and tits either. And you're using 'into dudes' rather than 'gay' for the same reason you like to lift," he said, hitting a nerve once again as he read me like a book "Not because you're in denial, but because you never really clicked with the whole gay crowd you met before, right?" "What's your point?" I asked, dodging his question rather than conceding. "You're a bright lad. Hell, you got into uni. You still haven't put it together? You're curious about men with body mods and my look but don't want to get any yourself, and you're into lads." "No..." I responded uncertainly as we arrived back at the gym car park. I noticed the expression on his face drop from amused to slightly concerned as he looked ahead. I turned to see what had caused the shift in his mood to see the gates to the car park firmly locked and the gym's lights out, with my car still stuck inside the car park. "Shit, mate. Sorry!" he apologised, running a hand across the back of his head "I let it get a bit late." "Damn, I'll have to walk back home," I sighed "A bit of cardio, at least." "Nah, mate. Would not recommend that around these parts if you wanna keep your head on your shoulders... bit of an EDL crowd around this ends if you know what I mean," he explained with genuine concern in his eyes. "I see. What would you suggest I do?" I asked hesitantly. "You gotta work tomorrow? If not, you could crash at my place?" he offered "Hell, could be nice to have someone to chat to before bed." I thought about it and reluctantly agreed. I had nothing scheduled for the next day and could catch up on lab work and study over the weekend. He hadn't attacked me in the forest with ample opportunity to do so, even when he found out about my orientation. I went along on the condition I got his name: Kyle. He asked for mine as well, and chuckled at how I definitely wouldn't last five minutes walking through this part of town by myself. We arrived back at his flat: the upper floor of a drab, mass-produced, sixties-era brick of a two-storey around two minutes from the gym by foot. As I stepped in, I was met with the smell of tobacco and his bitter cologne rich in the air. I coughed a bit and he offered me some water before we both sat down at opposite ends of a worn sofa. I glanced over to him to find him staring back at me with a soft smile. "What's the matter?" I asked, shifting nervously in my seat. "I should be asking you! You're so tense!" he chuckled "Wanna hit some tina? Loosen up a bit" "What?" "Tina: meth," he elaborated, pulling out a burnt glass pipe and a small baggie "my treat!" "Meth?! Are you insane?" "Ever smoked weed before?" he asked. "A couple of times... but meth?" I followed. "They're both class B," he carried on, heating the pipe and taking a hit "Same crime! You wanna loosen up a bit so we can chat or am I doing this alone?" I agreed cautiously, falling both for his logic and some deep-seated tugging curiosity I couldn't identify. The smell and taste was instantly familiar - he wasn't wearing any 'chemical aftershave' before. I started to feel slightly more relaxed in myself, and a bit more energised, almost like I'd had a good espresso. He asked if I was OK and I nodded with a cough. "Great... so... 'into lads'..." he said, stretching back "been getting much action recently?" "Nah, I'm a virgin," I responded bluntly "Not shy about it. My choice." "For real? But mate you're fit!" he exclaimed a bit too loudly for comfort "You could have anyone, at least if you kept your trap shut! How old are you? Twenty-one?" "Twenty-two," I responded "And I've had my fair share of dates. I just never clicked with any of them, and I want to save it for someone special." "Man I was fucking as soon as I hit fifteen," he laughed "Just a bit of fun with other lads at school. None of them were all wanky rahs like you, though." "Wanky rahs?" "I mean that in a good way. You're cute, sorta. Not a huge fan of fem guys myself," he smiled "Now you're relaxed, you feel like admitting you know the connection between that and the ink and stuff?" "Well, I guess you're a bit different to guys I've tried to date before, even to any I've associated witu before," I started unsurely as he nodded "and I dunno... I guess I had some sexual feelings about it? Like I'm curious about what other guys were lacking." "Getting there," he said, offering me another hit of tina "How you feeling about it now?" "I guess I feel like I want to get to know you a bit..." I started, prompting him to raise an eyebrow "and... I guess I already know some about you and haven't lost interest so I'm sorta further along than with those other guys..." "You ever kissed anyone before?" he asked, leaning close. "No..." I replied softly, my stomach doing backflips as I lifted my head towards his face. Kyle kissed me softly, closed mouth at first, then pulled away to look into my eyes briefly before going in deeper. I ran my hand behind his head and neck, brushing my fingers against his chain as his stubble scratched my face and his soft, damp tongue massaged mine. He pulled away enough for me to see him more fully and I panicked, withdrawing slightly. "Take another hit of tina," he instructed, and I complied as he fiddled with his right gauge "I sussed you out when I first caught you nervously glancing at me. Your eyes went straight to my ears. One problem with these is maintenance. I haven't cleaned them since last weekend and you get a sort of smegma build-up under them." Kyle removed the jewelry and I watched his ear flop down as he placed the tunnel, now coated with some white paste made of dead skin and such, on the table. It jiggled as he moved, making my dick twitch slightly. He reached for a tissue and wiped away the residual build-up on his ear, then leaned back over. "You can't believe that people have these, can you?" he asked, looking into my eyes with dilated pupils as I shook my head "Let me see if my hunch was right then. I want you to feel it and stick your finger through my ear hole." Without hesitation, I reached up and ran my hand up Kyle's neck and to his ear. It felt like my opportunity to fully confirm my fascination. I careessed the loose skin between my fingers at first, then pushed my index finger through. My dick jumped straight into an erection, even through the tina, as the warm skin hugged around my finger. He smiled, leaning in slowly for another kiss. "Just what I thought," he chuckled "you're a stigmatophile, maybe a chav fetishist too." "Those are some long words for a guy like you," I said as he whipped off his shirt, revealing the sleeves to coalesce in the middle of his chest where his shiny, thick, silver-coloured chain hung. "I know my sex jargon," he smirked, sticking a thumb under his curb chain and rattling it to assess my response "it means you're turned on by tattoos and piercings; in your case lads with those. Seems like your dick likes a chain too! And before you ask, yeah the chain never comes off unless it's life-or-death." "I like the contrast too," I declared, beginning to undress myself with a wave of relief "I like being all pure-looking like this with someone who isn't." "Same here," he growled "Though the sorta sluts I've been with hardly looked pure. What should we do with the rest of the night?" "I'm... not sure," I pondered hesitantly as some doubts began to set in "Kissing felt nice, but I don't know if I should have done it. God, I gave you my first kiss! I said I wanted to save myself. What about STDs and things too?" "I'm HIV negative, and everything else negative, and taking PrEP too," he said hurriedly, scrambling through some papers to produce a document confirming his status from two weeks ago "but that aside, I think you're still holding back. You watched The Matrix?" "Everyone has," I replied, now completely naked. "Great, so you know when Morpheus offers Neo the blue pill or the red pill. You get what I mean when I say that too?" he asked, his train of thought almost jumping "You can choose to just stay as you are or fully understand what all your feelings are about. First though, I have to know... do you trust me?" I nodded, my inhibitions more far gone than I had known before, and watched as Kyle produced a tray from under his sofa, on which sat a torniquet, some needles, cleaning wipes, cotton wool, and vials of sterile water. I watched in nervous amazement as he filled them both with some tina and water, marking one with a pen. "IV? Can't we just smoke?" I asked. "In theory, yeah," he whined "but trust me, this is different." "Fine. Just don't screw up my arm." "Yours is lighter than mine but still strong enough for a newbie, so I marked it," he said "Now, left or right arm?" I presented my left arm, my heart racing in fear and anticipation, and he tied the torniquet around it, slapping a few areas until he found a thick vein. He cleaned it off, let it dry, told me to relax and breathe normally and inserted it. I winced a little as he smirked at the blood slowly entering the syringe. As he pressed down the plunger, he spoke to me softly. "Now, tell me how you really feel. Don't hold back. I want you to admit it all." I felt warm and tingly at first, then once the cotton wool was pushed down on my arm and the torniquet removed, I felt the rush rising up through my body. I coughed and spluttered as my vision and hearing started to spin and I was hit with a buzzing wave of euphoria. My ears felt full and my body felt weak. "You are the sexiest man I have ever seen," I started saying as I lost my last inhibitions "You look so far gone and corrupted. You're ugly in all the right ways. I like to pretend I'm better than you but I should be put in my place. I want to stay true to how I am but I want to share how fucked up you are." "How can we do that?" he asked, finding a vein on himself and plunging the tina in. "Fuck me. Take my virginity," I begged "I think this is what I've been saving it for. I want to give it all to you. Make me feel inferior." "That's what I wanted to hear since I first saw you bench," he smiled, discarding the needle and falling on his back "I should say, I'm a top, and me being thirty-seven and also the fucked up one out of us, I think it only makes sense I wreck you." I moaned in agreement. Throwing away my cotton ball to kiss him and rub my hands over his solid, toned pecs, wrapping my fingers between his warm skin and cold chain. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and rubbed it against the inside of my cheeks, my teeth, the roof of my mouth, and under my tongue, violating every crevice he could reach. "Get on all fours for me, it lets me penetrate deeper," he commanded, and I complied instantly, crawling on to the carpet. I looked ahead as I felt his body lean over me, his cold chain draping to tickle my back as he leant in to suck the side of my neck. This continued for a few seconds before I heard him say it. "No." "No?" I asked, breathing heavily. "No, this isn't right," he continued, as I felt disappointment begin to set in "You're a stigmatophile, yeah? You like that I'm all chavvy. It's about looks. You should get to see this. Get on your back." A rush of excitement came over me through the ongoing euphoric haze as I flipped over and spread my legs for him. He gently pushed them apart with his tattooed hands and positioned himself close to me, his thighs rubbing against areas nobody else had ever touched. I squirmed. He reached over to his table to grab a condom, but before he could open it I grabbed his arm. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Is it OK if I say anything I want?" I asked so as not to scare him, to which he nodded "In that case, if we're doing this we do it properly. I want you to do everything to me, and you can't do that with a condom." "You want me to breed you?" he asked, his own breath quickening "It's not like I never do that but for your first time, you sure?" "And more. Fuck me up inside so I can't turn back later," I begged, running my finger along the pattern of his tattoos. "Lube?" he asked, now getting excited at my kinky side "You want my spit?" "Not just that," I panted, looking at his left ear and then to the table "add that stuff that built up under your tunnels." His eyes grew wide for a moment, then squinted again with an 'oh fuck yes'. He muttered the words 'dirty whore' and 'kinky fucker' as he handed me the pipe to take further hit after hit while I watched him carefully scrape up what gunk he could from his tunnels before putting them back in. He wiped it against my hole, sticky and elastic, and slowly pushed it ever so slightly in. "Take that inside of you, this is a first even for me," he growled "my gauge build up is inside of you and it's gonna stay there. You're gonna take everything from me." With that, he produced a huge glob of spit which hung from his lower lip before falling directly against the opening of my hole with a splatting noise. I watched him slap his pale, seven-inch, uncut dick straight against my hole a few times as he pulled a face and groaned. He looked up at me and, noticing I was still buzzing heavily from the high, shoved his dick inside me in one slow but continuous motion. It stung more than I had expected, but the pleasure of the rush made me crave the pain. Opening my eyes once I felt completely full, I looked up at the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Starting from the bottom, I saw my limp, hairy belly and my semi-hard dick, with my legs splayed. Between my tanned thighs, I saw his pale, hairless abs pressed up against my ballsack. My gaze scanned upwards to his tight, pink nipples and his chain against the backdrop of some probably meaningless latin on his chest, swinging ever so slightly forward with gravity and catching the light from the corner of the room. His tattooed chest and arms flexed, the muscles moving under the skin as he held my ankles wide open. His hat had come off now, revealing a shaved head save for a strip of short hair running down the middle of his head. I looked up at his face, aged by smoking and drug use, as he scrunched up his eyes and breathed slowly, letting himself adjust to the rush. His eyes snapped open and locked with mine after a quick head shake and he smirked down at me. "You OK down there yet?" he asked. "It fucking hurts," I said "Go for it." "You are a horny fuck, aren't you?" he chuckled, leaning down to kiss me and bringing his arms down to caress my body as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started to thrust, slow and methodical at first. I winced a bit, but nodded encouragingly for him to continue. As he went faster I felt my hole cramping around his dick, until he was finally in a good moderate rhythm. The tina heightened all of my senses and my awareness. At the entrance of my hole, I could feel the shifts in texture as the ridge of the head of his dick passed through it, almost all the way out so that just his urethra was inside of me, then plunged back in, with the shaft and ridges of foreskin following. With each thrust, the slimy and slightly grainy combination of ear smegma and spit mushed against the skin around my hole. I ran my arms along his arms and chest and around the back of his neck, feeling his calcified veins and muscles. With each jerky thrust, his chain swung and made a clinking noise at it bounced off of his pecs, and his enlarged ears hung slightly and wobbled. Every now and again he would lean down and kiss me with a grin, and I'd feel his chain tapping against my chin. All of my senses and darkest unknown fantasies were being stimulated at once by the relative stranger between my legs. After some amount of time, the clock confirming it, I felt something cold and wet dripping on me. He was damp with sweat that was collecting all over his body and face, dripping down on to me and mixing with mine. Instinctively, one of my hands reached down to my dick and tugged at it furiously, sending a watery load shooting over both of us. I moaned uncontrollably. "Fuck yeah, boy!" he laughed "Bet you never felt an orgasm like that before!" "Are we done?" I asked looking up at him, as he looked down at our crotches and pulled his dick out "I still sorta wanna keep going." "Ooo, might be, lad," he said, sucking in air through his teeth "Bit dirty back here, anyway." "Should I douche?" "Nah mate, it's cool. I wanted you to feel it properly anyway. Can't feel liquids going in if it's too wet. It isn't bad or nothing." "Then what's wrong?" I pressed "Did you cum?" "Nah, to be honest," he said with a pause "I might have gone a bit too hard on you. Noticed a bit of blood back here and it isn't mine." Something stirred inside of me at that. I felt more vulnerable than before, and for whatever reason my dick was suddenly rock hard. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and pulled him gently towards me. "Kyle, I need you to breed me more than ever, please," I begged in a hushed tone. "Lad, you already got some spit and gunge in you," he replied "even I've never used piercing gunge like that." "I..." I started hesitantly "I need another IV tina. I need to be honest with you. Please, do it with me and I will explain myself. And yes, I'm sure about this." He pulled me into another kiss as we stood up and pointed me towards his bedroom. I went ahead while he fixed two large glasses of water and grabbed the tray from the lounge-kitchen. The bedroom was lit up by a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. Kyle's bed was a mess, with a thin, ragged sheet that looked like it had never been washed cast over the mattress. I tossed it aside haphazardly and flopped on the bed, while he handed me my glass to drink and prepared the slams. "You still have some in your system" he explained "so another 0.3 should do a newbie like you nicely." "I'll explain why I need to be bred when I'm deeper in the zone," I said as he inserted the needle "Fuck me with your unprotected dick as soon as my slam is done and talk to me honestly once you've slammed yourself." I fell on my back and felt his dick going in while the crescendo of the high came on. My lower body spasmed in pain as he forced himself in until his balls were pressed against my ass crack. My breathing felt odd, and I pressed my palms into my forehead while focusing to control it. "Fuck my bleeding hole hard," I mumbled, peeping through my hands to see him finish off his slam "Make me feel worthless." His face contort as he flexed and groaned, pressing his crossed forearms into his forehead and groaned, thrusting his hips slowly back and forth. He let out a growl as his arms came down sideways, keeping them flexed and landing them next to. "You wanna feel worthless, yeah? You a little high-and-mighty good boy, yeah?" he whispered breathlessly, picking up the pace with his hips and keeping his body upright with a wild, almost malicious look of pleasure on his face "Well look at you now. Out there you think you're something special, but now you're being fucked by my old druggie cock. You could've just slept here but you wanted to let a jobless, drug using, mid-thirties chav take your innocence and leave you broken. Looking down at this little posh boy losing his innocence like this just makes me so much harder too. You wanted to settle down, yeah? Make loads of money with a decent guy?" "I did. I wante-" I started, but was cut off by him grabbing my cheeks and holding my mouth and teeth open. He sprayed my face with spit, some of it landing on my tongue. I blinked and flinched at it, then watched with terrified eyes as he snorted and hocked, stretching his conventionally unattractive face to produce another glob of spit. As it dripped from his pursed lips, I noticed it was slightly yellow, dehydrated by tina and mixed with phlegm. As it landed on my helpless tongue and started to slide down my throat, my mouth was filled with the flavour of tobacco. The string of spit eventually disconnected from his lips as he grinned. He wiped my face dry clumsily with his finger then stuck it in my mouth. "Shut the fuck up when I'm talking and swallow," he commanded as he started to thrust again, and I obliged, trying not to gag but loving every moment of my corruption as more of his fluids entered my body "Swallow my spit. Anyone you kiss from now, you're kissing them using my spit, understand? Now, where was I... "How the fuck are you going to settle down like you're expected to? You weren't clicking with any of those respectful guys from before. I'll admit, you're doing a good job embracing your masc side, but what you were really looking for was a real fucking man to dominate you. Even if you do find some ideal posho now though, it's too late. You'll probably never do anything this fucking sleazy with a decent lad. Hell, you'll definitely never even be able to get high like this, or take some of the stuff I've shoved in you. You're physically closer to me than you'll ever be to anyone else, and even if you get to that level with another guy, I did it first and without even getting to know you. Your sense of intimacy is fucked now, even if you pretend it isn't." "What if I love you?" I asked, my mind beginning to ramble "I think I love-" "Ha! Mate you really are fucked," he sneered "I don't love you! Hell, this means nothing to me. Sex is just a bit of fun for me. I've fucked guys I know way less than you. Now that just a laugh to know I'm fucking up your love life." "If you get a kick out of ruining me, go the full way," I moaned, my dick throbbing with a combination of horniness, euphoria, and growing regret "give me your semen." "Not gonna lie, lad, it's hard to cum on T," he sighed, slowing down a bit "what was it you wanted to say about wanting my cum?" "When you fill someone with semen, how long do you think it stays in there?" I asked as he rocked back and forth gently. "I dunno, depends how long until you next shit," he said with a shrug. "Not exactly," I said, experiencing every part of him picking up the pace as I continued "Ejaculating is supposed to deliver sperm for fertilisation. Those sperm have enzymes to break their way into an egg by digesting their way in. They're meant to burrow. "The colon is also very absorptive, so it soaks up stuff well. When you cum in someone, those sperm and that absorption encourage them to embed themselves in there. They burrow in and deposit their DNA - your DNA - permanently." "Fuck me," he said, eyes rolling back as I felt his dick throb "so everyone I breed has a bit of me in them for life?" "It's more like all of your DNA is a part of them for life," I said, feeling my dick get closer to climax as I kept explaining it "But since you've made a few tears up in me, those swimmers are gonna get into my blood and burrow into all sorts of bits. Do a good enough DNA test on me even after I die and they might find your genes in me. So, breed me up. Make me carry you inside of me forever. Get in me and fuck up my whole body." "Fuck yes, take me forever you worthless slut," he groaned, starting to jerk as my words brought him close to cumming "You're gonna be fucking ruined after this, knowing my chavvy genes are a part of you. Yes... Yeah! TAKE IT!" With that, he thrust into me ten times, hard, with a pause between each one. Each thrust, he shouted 'Take it!' loud enough that the neighbours could hear. My sensitive hole felt the pressure of each jet of his cum squeezing its way up, and I started moaning and shooting a powerful load over his chin and chest. My mind was spinning, processing everything that happened, processing the disgusting stuff I had done and said, and the stuff the older waster sleazebag who had done it to me. He broke my daze with a light kiss, laughing quietly. "That was fucking fun," he whooped, propping himself up over me "So I guess you're mine forever now, lol!" "What do we do now?" I asked, post nut clarity and vulnerability joining the array of emotions. I knew there were still lots of one-sided feelings in place. "Well, I dunno about you but I gotta piss," he said, slowly sliding out "BRB." "Wait!" I shouted a bit too loud, pulling his hips back in with my legs "Do it inside of me." And that brings me to now. It's been a while since Kyle finally pulled out. After he peed, he stayed in me for at least another half an hour, though it may have been longer, fucking my beyond ruined body with small thrusts to not let any of his juices out. Eventually he got tired and rolled over next to me. My thighs ached as they came out of their previous drawn-up position, after hours of activity. We cuddled and talked about the fuck until he drifted off to sleep. Honestly I don't know how he can sleep on tina; I've been awake since and it already looks like it's daytime through the curtain outside. Before he passed out though, he whispered something to me. "I don't care if it means something to you; it doesn't to me. I don't love you and it turns me on that I ruined that for you," he said sleepily "but that doesn't mean I definitely won't catch feelings. You're still my first posh-boy." I don't know what to do. I'm still snuggled up in his arms and have been playing with his tunnels and chain and running my hand over his muscles, tatts, and stubble while I reflected on the situation. I've come down enough to realise how fucked I've been, but I still can't bring myself to get out of bed to squeeze out what piss and sperm I haven't soaked into my blood, not that it would make much difference. Now I'm left with a choice: 1) Take off, pretend this never happened, and try to live the rest of my life enjoying successful but ultimately hollow relationships, or 2) Be with this fuck-up of a man and anyone else he might want to fuck me with and live out my days like this, being looked down on with him in public and spending my money on drugs and cigarettes. Either way, I've probably ruined everything. What should I do?
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HOW LOW WILL I GO? (A Fiction/Fantasy Story) Chasing started as a natural progression once I began taking loads bare. Something inside of me just hungered. For cum. More and more cum. And then not just any cum but viral loads. After months of taking every load I could get up my ass, including several HVL’s from HIV poz fuckers, I got my last test results -still negative. What does it take? How far am I will to go to get what my body needs to satisfy this craving? How low will I go? I was walking home from work one day and passed a guy, much smaller stature than me. At first I just thought he was a little guy. But when I glanced at him just as he passed, I noticed that he wasn’t a small guy. He was wasting. This was the first time I had actually seen a man with FULL BLOWN AIDS in person -naïve, I know. The thought of it had always terrified me until I began chasing. Now, taking one look at him . . . something happened. Without even thinking about it, I found myself following him another block to a black door in between two businesses. I knew there was a sort of hidden bathhouse somewhere around here, but had never had the nerve to check into it. I had always heard that the most hardcore and nasty types of guys went there. And every disease available was floating around from guy to guy in that place. The stuff of nightmares for the younger me. Now? It was the stuff that was making my dick swell in my pants and my ass involuntarily yawn open. I need something in me now! I followed the wasting man down the dark stairs towards the glow of a room opening at the bottom, filled with the sounds of pulsing music and the grunts and groans of pure animal man sex. After he payed his entrance feel, he glanced over his shoulder and saw me. I don’t think he’d been aware of me following him, but his eyes showed some recognition when they locked on mine. “Did you turn around and follow me down here?” he asked, his voice surprisingly deep, raspy and sexy. The desk clerk took my money and went back to playing on his phone, not caring what we did from that point on. “I, uh, yeah, I guess I did,” I admitted. I followed him to the changing area and stowed my clothes, while we continued to talk. “Why?” he asked me. It wasn’t a suspicious question. He seemed sort of playful at the thought that I, normal looking, ‘regular’, healthy guy, would follow him into a seedy bathhouse. I decided to just bite the bullet and be brutally honest. Nothing to lose, right? “Well, to be honest, the first thing that went through my mind when I walked passed you and really saw you was ‘sex’. Now.” He laughed, but not at me. “You really want to have sex with me? Do you have any idea what is coursing through my blood right now?” I swallowed over my dry throat and looked him in the eyes. “Yes, I do.” “And you still want me to fuck you?” The giant bulge in his jock told me that he wanted to fuck me, too. “Yes.” “You realize that I will only fuck you bare. And I will not pull out. You will get all of my toxic AIDS seed in you. Is that really what you want?” “Fuck yes,” I growled. He smiled a very devilish smile and yanked me by the hand to follow him through a couple of doorways into another dark space. I could hear sex happening everywhere around us, and it only made me crave it so much more. In fact, it wasn't just the sounds. It was the smells. That intoxicating blend of sweat and cum that has always worked better than a bottle of poppers for me. My stomach was a jumble of nerves, and I was both scared and excited at the same time. I knew that I was crossing a line that I couldn’t uncross. But logic had flown right out the window and I was just doing what an animal does, following my hunger. After a few minutes in that room my eyes adjusted to the dark. I could see a few different pairs, in the midst of their sucking and fucking, lost in their own worlds of depravity. Suddenly I felt his fingers at my hole, testing to see how tight or loose I was. It was going to be a tight fit no matter what given the bat he had swinging between his legs. It looked almost wrong -such a tiny body with such a huge cock. I suppose if he was at a healthy weight it might not have looked so extreme. But it was his wasted look that had gotten my attention, anyway, so I didn’t care. He pushed me down onto a small padded bench, giving him a better height and access to my opening. I heard him pumping his dick to full mast with a lubed hand, and then he started pressing into me. I knew that this was not going to be slow or gentle, and he just kept pushing, forcing my hole to open and take him into me. He just kept pushing and pushing, and I swear that I could feel my inner lining splitting a little. That little thought and realization made my heart thump wildly in my chest. Am I really doing this? He made me bleed, I’m sure. There is no escaping his bugs now. The force and heat in my ass naturally took over, and I found myself shoving myself back hard onto his huge cock. “Fuck yeah, take it!” he yelled, slapping my ass hard. He stopped only for one second when I felt his bony hips flush against my round ass cheeks. And then he yanked himself back, almost all the way out, and the drove back into me. HARD. I couldn’t help but grunt and growl. I was giving into the animal, I might as well sound like one, too. There was nothing fancy going on, no switching positions or breaks. He just stood there and pounded my pighole over and over, for at least fifteen or twenty minutes. I was impressed with his stamina, not knowing what to expect with his frail looking condition. As his fucking got even harder and deeper, it felt like his cock was growing even bigger inside of me. And I knew that he was getting close to cumming. This is it, am I really going to let him cum in me? I could pull off right before, it’s not too late. He started growling, and then spoke for the first time since he’d penetrated me. “I’m getting close buddy. There’s no backing out now . . . you’re going to get my load.” Oh, fuck, I forgot that he made it clear he would not be pulling out. The tingling in my stomach met with the fire in my groin and ass and I knew there was no need to deny it. “Fucking give it to me!” I yelled, surprising myself at how loud I’d been. “Knock me up!” “You want it? You want my AIDS?” he asked. “I’m going to pump you full of my toxic seed. Fucking knock you up with my AIDS babies.” “You got a neg ass there?” I heard one of the other guys ask. “Yup,” my fucker replied. Getting as loud and vocal as we’d gotten, I shouldn’t have been surprised that we attracted an audience. And they had all stopped their own messing around to watch me get impregnated. Knowing all eyes were on me taking this stranger’s dirty seed seemed to make something snap inside of me and I felt like a true cumwhore. Now all of the guys were yelling at us, at him, to get me pregnant, to trash my hole, to pound me and rip me up. And I was really getting into it, shoving back hard to feel every inch of him in me. My hole felt gaping, sloppy and wet, slick with my own ass juices, his natural lube and my blood. Finally he growled through clenched teeth, gripped my hips so hard it hurt as he impaled me balls deep as he emptied his balls into me. “That’s it, take it you fucking whore,” he finally panted as his cock began to soften after a few minutes. I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled. He smiled back and said, "You must be a fucking whore to follow a guy you don't know, who is full of AIDS, and beg him to breed you." He slapped my ass one last time and let his cock fall from my hole. So there I was, naked, on my hands and knees on a little padded bench, in a room filled with strangers, panting and covered in sweat, with a butt full of toxic high viral cum from a FULL BLOWN AIDS fucker. And I felt happy. And I wanted more . . .
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Pet's Reward By Hozzel They lay on the wide bed together, the master on his back and his faithful pet alongside, naked warm bodies huddled against the cool, dark night. Ghostly light from the TV shadows white sheets rumpled from earlier erotic exercise. Pet pops awake. Stiff, ready for more, he slowly slides his leg over Master's muscular thigh. Why not? he thinks with lecherous intent. He presses himself and carefully flicks his nervous tongue at Master's forearm. Master awakes from his doze, sucks a surprised lungful of air. His right arm reaches around Pet's head and neck. Pet's leg slides sensually along Master's again, knee just touching Master's sensitive scrotum. 'Ah,' Master rumbles softly. 'Is my pet still hungry?' 'Still. Yes. Very.' 'Insatiable wench, aren't you. Did I not feed you well enough before?' 'You sucked me dry, but your fucking me…I'm still famished. I want you to fuck me again.' 'Loving words of endearment,' Master laughs, 'will get you everything you desire and more.' Pet firmly presses himself against Master's right side, cups the base of Master's warm balls and flaccid penis, rotates his fingers around them, hefts the pliant orbs, heavy with more delicious juice. With finger and thumb, Pet flops Master's heavy cock back and forth before grasping it gently. He slides his hand up and down the veined skin and slowly pulls back Master's still-slick foreskin. 'Hmmm,' Master purrs. 'Your appetite knows no bounds.' 'I still have needs,' Pet softly begs. In his thin-fingered fist, Master's cock thickens, lengthens, grows. Pet lightly slides his hand up to the sensitive top then back along the stem, relishing the hardening member and what he has caused. It is his Master's involuntary approval. Pet relishes the little responses he creates; the shiver and tightening, the flex and hardening, all the little quivers he causes. To create such delicious reactions warms Pet's prurient heart. Reactions matter, and the depth of response matters more. From his simple rubbing, the crown becomes a dark smooth purple, tight with blood, savage with building emotion. Pet's own penis reacts, too, and stretches against Master's muscular thigh. Pet pulls his hips back but Master reaches around Pet's head and pushes Pet back. Pet's sensitive cock swells as well. As he continues to softly rub Master's swollen glans, Master breathes harder. Suddenly, Pet chuckles and jerks Master, slips his grip along the stem, making sure the glans are rubbed on each increasingly fast stroke. Some lube would have helped but it is too distant and Master is responding anyway: his hips move slightly. 'Suck,' Master commands. Pet stops masturbating and sits up. In the soft glow, his lean body creates an enticing shadow. Bending, slowly Pet's lips slide down the knob, the shaft, down as far as he can then back up until he is almost off. As he repeats this, Pet urgently flutters Master's knob with the tip of his wet tongue. Master gasps. 'Oh ... yes!' Pet licks and sucks and wanks in the manner he likes most. That is his job: sexually please his master. This is one of his arts: fellatio. 'Finger,' Master commands. Continuing to suck, Pet curls his right hand beneath Master's balls. His fingers probe Master's arse, part the cheeks, press through. He finds Master's anal ring and rubs gently, knowing himself just how enticing that feels. With fondness, he remembers Master probing prior to penetration and then the glorious fuck. He wants it again. Master's eyes close. He groans, his body jumps. He breathes deeply, his hairy chest rises and falls. Pet presses a finger into Master while continuing to suck and probe strongly. The ring stretches easily and Pet's finger pops through. 'Ah, yes, my pet, that's ... it.' Pet fucks his middle finger in and out of Master's anus, rubbing the smooth prostate at the same time as sucking Master's cock. He knows he can give master repeated little orgasms with this technique. 'Oh yes, oh, yes, that's right. You're doing so well, my pet! Oh ... wow! I'm getting ... there. You're going ... to ... make me ... cum ... you fucking vixen.' Master's body tenses. His feel press against the mattress. He holds Pet against his side as hard as he can while the small orgasm shoots through his nerves like an electric bolt. Master pants, 'More! Make me cum again!' Pet rubs harder with his middle finger and continues sucking and licking. He can feel Master's prostate swell and fill, becoming hard and large, ready to burst. It is a nice feeling. Pet relishes his ability to do this. If asked, he would stimulate Mater's prostate all day, forcing hundreds of little orgasms. He tucked the thought away for future use. Master pushes down on Pets' finger with his rear muscles. On and on Pet intensely rubs and sucks. Master grunts loudly. His hips push up and, suddenly, he spurts. Pet coughs, quickly clamps his mouth down on Master's pulsing cock, and tries to swallow as much and as fast as he can. Shot after salty shot fills Pet's mouth. He swallows again. He knows how rude it feels if any thick fluid escapes. Pet thinks Master is finished and raises his head, withdraws his digit. 'Keep going!' Master's words are a surprise. Pet renews sucking and increases his anal strokes to lightening speed. Mumbles; 'There too?' 'Yes! Yes!' Master gulps air at a frantic rate, almost in time to Pet's finger. Another minute later, Pet's actions are once again rewarded with Master's liquid and physical thrashing. Master gasps, 'Pet! Fuck! Now! Now!' 'Really?' 'Yes! Fuck now!' At Master's command, withdrawing his finger, Pet rises, places his hands on Master's hips, straddles Master's thighs. Master can see Pet is fully erect, his smaller cock glistening in the dim light, delicious, throbbing, ready. Pet grunts when he lowers his arse to the tip of Master's cock. 'Quick,' Master breathes. 'Get me in!' Pet pushes down, feels Master's thick cock work up to his rosebud. Using a trick he knows, Pet flexes his anus so Master's thick girth can easily slide deep. Pet releases a breath as he settles. 'How do you feel?' 'I feel,' Pet says, 'full. You've become quite large. And deep.' 'Does it hurt?' 'Fuck no, just very stuffed. I really love it. You can stay there all day if you ever want to.' 'Good. I will stuff my cock up your greedy arse whenever I choose.' Master places his large hands on Pet's knees. 'Feel this.' Pet feels the enormous slug slide even further inside, a huge pressure forcing his tight happy-hole open. He breathes, forces himself to relax and settle. He is stuffed full of Master's huge girth. Master smiles. 'You like that, don't you.' 'I love it!' Master laughs. 'Then fuck me.' Pet moves slightly up then settles down, taking Master's cock all the way inside his slim body. He feels truly engorged. To him, it is the most wonderful feeling, his anus full of hard, rampant cock. He has felt many cocks and he has loved them all. Master reaches, touches Pet's cockhead. He gently rubs the tip. Pet moans and rocks forward and back, sliding Master's own cock in and out. As he fucks, the full pressure subsides and is replaced by a wonderful feeling as his own special spot is stimulated. 'Speak!' 'Oh! Yes. I feel it ... I feel you ... in my arse ... inside me. You're so big. So huge. So strong. Sliding. Fucking me. Oh. Oh! It's wonderful! Ug!' Pet breathes hard as he fucks and concentrates on the building feelings. Master strains upwards and fucks back. Master's breathing increases. A hand grasps Pet's leg. Fingers dig. His other hand squeezes Pet's hard cock in encouragement. 'Oh, god,' Pet stammers. 'I love your powerful cock inside my arse. I –' Pet's words are lost in further groans as Master pumps into Pet faster and faster. Suddenly he thrusts up. Nearly knocking Pet off, Master's cock spasms for a third time. He shoots this time, his body shaking, and shoots again with each strong stroke. Blast after blast coats Pet's squeezing rectum. Breathing hard, Master releases Pet's cock and orders: 'Fuck me.' Eyes wide, Pet slowly pulls off Master. 'Are you sure?' Master raises his knees, opens his muscular legs wide. Hovering over the eager man, Pet slides back until the swollen tip of his cock is at the rear gate. Parting Master's buttocks, Pet pushes but is unable to penetrate. 'Fuck me!' Master orders. 'I can't seem to –' 'Get that fucking cock into my arse and breed me. Now!' He reaches a hand down, between their bodies, holds his shaft and presses again. At the same time, Master tugs Pet's hips hard while flexing his anus. Pet's shaft pops through the sphincter. 'That's it!' Master breathes. 'Now get in all the way. Don't mess about now, just fuck my arse. Ride me hard. Make me feel it. Make me proud.' Placing his hands on Master's spread knees, Pet first pulls back then pushes in again, out then in, repeating slowly. As he hardens further and Master loosens, Pet finds he can buck faster. He leans over Master, digs toes into the bed. He loves the tightness, the heat, the sweat of their bodies, their loud breaths, the panting, noises. Especially loves their explicit words of sexual encouragement. He enjoys Master's face as it twists and churns in pleasure. Pet fucks long, deep and hard, Master's legs tightly hooked against his arms. Even though Pet is topping, Master is in charge. Pet is fucking to Master's lyrics, Master's desires, Master's pleasure. Master tightens his anus and Pet laughs, plunging on. 'Caught you!' Master chortles. 'I ... can't fuck ... if you ... do that!' Pet pants. Pet releases Masters legs, leans forward onto Master's chest. He feels Master's still-hard cock between them. Pet holds his body back up with straight arms. 'You're still fuckin' hard.' 'Of course I am. You know I can always keep going.' Grinning together, their hips grind, they synchronise their movements, both fucking in time with each other, like a nicely tuned wave. 'I can feel you slide inside my butt. God, it's good.' Soon they gasp and moan, writhe and groan. For Pet, it is pure joy. He loves fucking for the shear sake of it and he loves giving orgasms, as many as possible, and Master appears quite capable of several. Giving Master several by fucking alone is shear tumultuous joy. 'Fuckin' cum!' Master shouts. 'Shoot that jism! Fill me now, you cocksucker! Right fuckin' now!' Master slaps Pet's buttocks then grasps each round cheek and pulls hard. Pet fucks and – shouting loudly to enhance the emotional explosion – his cock erupts inside Master, spurt after spurt, filling him again. The intense sexual feeling causes him to moan uncontrollably. Staying firmly lodged, Pet lapses down. Their chests heave with mutual heavy breathing. They look at each other and erupt in laughter. Pet licks Master's lips, pushes his tongue in and then they kiss. Tender then hard, tongues explore and slide and stimulate. 'Shit, that was good,' Master says. Pet feels on top of the world. He has served well but has also done what he enjoys most: making someone else cum. He says, 'You sure came alot.' 'Must be who I'm with. I am really turned on still, too.' Master rubs Pet's arms. 'Ok, next time you can be master and I'll be your pet. How about that?' 'Absofuckenlootely.' 'But –' Master says, moving his hips, sliding Pet's still hard cock in and out, '– I think I'd like to cum again. Fuck some more.' 'Five times? Wow. Sure.' 'Have fun!' And they do. ### This is an original short scene written by Hozzel July 2012. It was originally published on asstr with a different pseudonym. Revised April and July 2021. I love to hear from readers, their experiences and fantasies and dreams.
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RETRIBUTION(1) The ‘CoVid’ and ‘Black Lives Matter’ events of the late 2020 Spring conspired to bring website meetings for real sexual interactions in London and elsewhere to ‘lockdown’ So many guys profiles carried the words ‘not meeting due to CoVid19 ‘ However, there were exceptions, particularly amongst the gay escort world. ‘PH’ let us call him felt the sexual and social pressures of the time, his surname was Hawkins and he could vaguely trace his West Country antecedents back to Sir John Hawkins the contemporary of Sir Francis Drake. It was Hawkins who set up the first trade triangle where goods from England were exported to Sierra Leone- where slaves were bought, - and then transported to the West Indies and sugar and rum brought back to the ports of Plymouth and Bristol. Historically and sexually PH felt a growing sleazy need and perverted lust to submit himself totally, and with limits to an articulate Black Master Master to whom he could offer a ‘guilt offering of mind, body and cash’ Just as he was beginning to despair of ever finding such a Master, even an escort, he came across a profile ‘DirtyBlackPig’, and whose profile was erotically precise and 100% sleaze ...... “ I've done it all I'm the great DirtyBlackPig experience! If you want your hole stretched wide open and wrecked open, that’s my skill. If you wanna crawl naked across my playroom floor and suck my cock, that’s me. If you want to lay under my rimming stool and rim and felch it out, that's me. If you want my piss in your pathetic holes, then that’s me ! I've had clients, especially old white trash, coming back for more sadistic remorseless thrashing discipline, fucking, humiliation, and above all pozzing with superior black breeding. Read and ‘ pay special attention to my profile photos of what i'm into. I’m a decent genuine black master that enjoy owning white slaves that connect. I’m chem friendly and controlling, and will video and if you like expose you for myself and black buvvers to exact retribution” PH sat back from the PC screen and as he took another sip of his favourite malt Laphroag, noted the WhatsApp number. Within 15 minutes the cultivated, but nevertheless distinctive Caribbean voice addressed him, ‘ been waiting for you get back, since you left your interest on my page’ PH’s hand trembled as he held the smartphone to his ear ‘How much and where are you located? ‘ In a matter of twenty minutes, the matter was settled with 50% of the escort fee paid upfront by electronic banking and the address and postcode of where PH was supposed to be within 60 minutes. The Northern Line tube train was largely empty at 9.00pm with the few passengers physically distanced in the now customary face masks. As PH looked around the silent carriage so many of the black linen face masks blended into the passengers’ black faces - the silent train was, he sensed, crossing the social River Styx into territory dark and purgatorial. His white aged body, with all the fragmentary DNA of his antecedent slave-owning past forefathers, would be cauterised and purified in mind, body and spirit, and he would soon be humiliated, scourged, purged, and perhaps even vaguely redeemed by the dominating and perverse ritual attention of the DirtyBlackPig residing in the dystopian playroom-world in Wood Green. ‘Get your fucking clothes off’ came the first abrupt order from the leather harnessed and jock strapped Leo, the DirtyBlackPig escort, as he thumbed through the newly extracted twelve new ten pound notes from the adjacent ATM to Wood Green tube station. In Lordship Lane. Satisfied that the fee was correct PH stood naked and vulnerable before his black Master, then pushed to his knees and waited whilst Master Leo sat down to ponder and realise what sort of scenario would meet the earlier discussions The playroom was minimalist to the extent that the floor was black vinyl, the large double bed covered in a fitted black washable sheet, a set of wall boxes containing baskets of dildoes, toys, etc, whilst hanging from a rack on the wall a huge range of straps, whips, canes, harnesses, masks. Along one side of the room sideboard displaying numerous syringes, bottles and small plastic sachets of various powders along with what was to prove G flavoured energy drinks. Above fixed on the wall, a video screen was already displaying one of the S&M sleazy 'Dutch Steamboat' erotic videos, of a young Indonesian Master pissing over a much older Guy on the floor of a dungeon in Amsterdam. At the far end of the room stood the sling stand hanging from which was the open harness sling and surrounded by a masses of chains and clips, over which was suspended a large ceiling mirror. This was a well organised space reflected PH, the space of a professional who knew what his clients needed. There would be no loss of escort time rummaging for gear! In the far corner, a tripod with a video camera was set up to record, humiliate and even expose the coming ritual The silence was broken but the quietly spoken yet firm command ‘get into the fucking sling for chemming you piece of white trash’ PH moved quickly into the sling and in a matter of seconds his wrists and ankles were spread wide and secured and his slave cunthole exposed for booty bumping. Slowly the proud Master Leo advanced between his new slaves trembling legs, not so much trembling with fear, although there was an element of that, but more the erotic anticipation of what was to happen next ...and then Master Leo held up a needle-less large syringe staring in PH’s eyes saying ‘ White dirty pig your new Master is gonna is gonna make you fly ok?’ As PH looked down his torso he watched as he saw the black hands move between his white thighs and felt the slow insertion of the syringe and the gentle pressure of the syringe emptying its contents into his slave cunthole. No sooner was it was withdrawn than the Master brought the used slightly stained syringe to his mouth and emptied the remaining drops into his mouth. ‘My superior cocktail of DNA undetectable chemmed piss and cum’ . PH soon felt that flying experience, as the breeding chemming effect ran through his body. The Master then worked slowly and efficiently to secure the white balls in a parachute and connecting it by an elastic ‘spider’ cord to a hook on the sling stand-bars above. With the inferior white pig’s balls and pathetic shrunken cock now out of the way Master Leo could work with ease on the slave’s cunthole ‘Gonna clean that dirty white fuckhole of yours out Now’ With that PH saw and felt a large funnel go into his cunthole. Obviously too high for the Master to piss in a small plastic stool was brought and then the proud black Master stood on the stool and glaring down at PH said ‘take your Master’s superior piss!’ With that, the slave saw the slow jet of superior black golden piss pour into the funnel and quite soon felt the hot nectar in his gut. PH now began to feel the black quiet revenge of decades, even centuries, being played out , nay even wreaked out, on his white pig body, as Master Leo’s long superior glistening cock continued to pour out its torrent of piss. ‘You are just a white urinal you fucking white pig’. PH responded quietly as he gazed obediently into his new Master’s eyes saying ‘yes Master, thank you, Master.....’ The first act of retribution was being abusively played out by Master Leo and in a strange bizarre way welcomed both physically and mentally as an act of punishment and atonement by PH the white slave in the sling........( to be continued) -
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I always wanted to belong. To something. I never knew what it was and I was always a loner, you know, the socially awkward kind, the weird kid at school who everyone avoided. I did well at school, graduated, got a good job, everything you were told to do right? After all that I still never felt like I belonged anywhere. Why do I come out with all this right now and when does it become interesting? Well you see I'm in a dark room, it's quiet, the only thing I can hear is the sound of my own breath and the thumping of my heart beating hard and fast and my mind tumbling over and over the thoughts of my path to where I am right now. There's a noise. Footsteps, barefoot on a tiled floor, a gentle not unpleasant sound. The first sounds I'd heard beyond the gentle hum of the air con and the faint street noise coming from somewhere above me. The footsteps halted, I knew they were by the door of my room, I could see very little other than the floor as I was lying face down, bent over, with my feet touching the floor. Whatever light that was able to make it's way into my room was largely blocked by what was about to be my first step into a new world. I felt his legs pressed against mine, I felt two hands on my back, resting gently, they lifted slowly but returned with an audible slap making me buck and let out a grunt, maybe a scream, I'm not sure. I found my arms held in place, then the pressure of his whole body pressed against mine. I could feel his weight, he was not a small man, and I knew instantly the feeling of copious amounts of hair brushing my body. Something was whispered in my ear, I didn't hear it, it didn't matter to me anyway, I wanted one thing and right now, this man was it. He stood up, I was released and could breath again. I felt a single hand on my ass cheek, his thumb rubbing, exploring along my crack. I heard him spit then moments later felt the sticky liquid flow down between my cheeks. His thumb rubbed across my hole back and forth, working his spit around and around until he slipped a finger in. I let out a quiet, virtually inaudible "mmmmm" as he pulled his finger out. The tip of his cock rubbed across my hole, I heard him spit again, into his hand I guessed as his cock pulled away, but returned just as quickly, presumably carrying more of the home made lube. There seemed a pause in time, everything stopped momentarily, before I felt pressure against my hole. "Take it all", his low deep voice growled. I felt the head of his cock push it way through then within seconds he was buried deep. The shock of what felt like his massive length making it's own hole drove all the breath from my lungs, I gasped, gasps of ecstasy, as he help my hips and began pulling away and then burying his cock again, thrust after thrust after thrust. Each time he buried deep I could feel his massive mound of pubic hair brushing my crack, and with each thrust, the air was pushed from my lungs and as quickly as I could gasp it back in, the next thrust took it away again. I had no concept of time at this point, was it 5 minutes, or 50, it didn't matter, but suddenly the thrusting changed, this big man shook like a tree in the wind and with a cry out of "take my load, take it" he bucked several times and my ass received its first ever load. My new, yet unknown friend pulled away, he gently patted my on the back and walked away. I led there still and solitary for a few moments. "Job done", I thought to my self. An involuntary "Yes!" cried out from within me, as felt I belonged for the first time. Did my cry attract attention, i thought the open door did that and I was right. I wasn't sure of my next move, so I just stayed where I was.
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Can anyone tell me why gay fiction/erotica is so not real. Guy are always young, built with huge dicks. Bottoms in rape stories end up loving it and begging for more - why why why? where are the stories of old fat rich guys fucking - no using - boys for their own pleasure. No kissing, bottoms in pain and no hard dicks (definitely not jerking off and men would never touch/suck any boywhore dick) and when turned out, not dressed up to be a girl? Maybe one day I will trying writing - but more of a reader. 🙂
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Looking for gay fiction and erotica sites involving pnp, kink, and first-times, not necessarily in that order. Any one know of any? Tumblr?
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If you’ve never been to the House of Commons in Westminster, especially in the evening, you’d never imagine it’s such a cocktail of booze and cock. Pretty, young researchers – boys and girls just out of university – abound, and you can nearly always find someone up for some fun if you look hard enough. I used to work in the House, for a Tory MP but now I’m a lobbyist, which means I have to go to tedious receptions on behalf of clients. While normally the Parliamentary Group on waste treatment wouldn’t get much interest, I was keen to go when I spotted the name of the MP hosting: Dan Jones, Labour MP for Doncaster East. I’d not met him, but I’d spotted him on the TV a few times and thought he was gorgeous – mid thirties, really short blond hair, piercing blue eyes and what looked like a nice body too. As I got to the event he didn’t disappoint – in fact he was hotter in person than on TV. He was amazingly handsome, with eyes that seemed to shoot across the room towards me. His shirt was tight across his firm, muscular chest and I could see the outline of a gold chain under his tie, while his bespoke suit was well cut to emphasise his sexy body. After the inevitably dull speeches, I made a beeline for him, and introduced myself. “Hello Mr Jones, I’m Tom, here with Cleenup Industrial – I don’t know if you’ve heard of them? They specialise in…” He interrupted me and his response meant I knew he didn’t give a shit about waste treatment. Up close he was really sexy. I could feel the confidence oozing from him as he shook my hand and looked me up and down. His Yorkshire accent was very sexy in a rough-and-muscular way, which was just as well given what happened next. “Hi Tom, glad to meet you. I’ve got to go to another do in a minute or two but if want to walk with me you can tell me all about it.” So we grabbed another glass of wine each and walked to the exit of the room. He put his hand firmly to my lower back and guided me out before turning to me in the corridor and giving me two choices, with a directness that only truly great flirts can get away with. “You can tell me about your client now and I’ll listen politely, or you can come back to my office and discuss it over a drink. What do you fancy?” Of course he knew what I fancied. And I was hoping I could give him what he wanted. We walked up a couple of flights of Parliament’s very grand stone staircases until we reached one of the upper corridors, leather-bound copies of Parliamentary debates going back decades and not a soul about. We got to his office and went in. It was an office much like any other in the Palace – small, cramped, nice furniture but nowhere near enough room. He poured a whiskey, then turned to look directly at me, stood nervously by the door. “I don’t actually care about your client, but I’m interested in you. Tell me, are all Tory lobbyists sluts or do I just keep meeting those that are?” As he bluntly asked me if I was a slut (answer: yes!) he was casually taking off his jacket and tie, then his cufflinks and loosened his shirt. I was right about his body – it looked powerful and like he really worked on it. “I’m not sure I understand” I started, even though I certainly hoped I would be getting fucked shortly. “Do you think I’m a slut? You don’t even know if I’m gay.” “The hard-on as I’m taking my jacket off, the way you looked at my body the whole time, the way you came up to me like a bottom boy on a mission told me you wanted to get fucked. Am I wrong?” “No!” By now he was standing close to me and my hard-on was struggling to escape my trousers. I put my hand on his shirt and started to undo the buttons. His muscles were really hard and I couldn’t keep my hands off. He had a lovely erect nipple so I gave it a little lick, which he enjoyed. He took off his shirt, tossed it to the floor then walked over to his desk, sat down, and whipped out his semi-hard cock. “Suck it” he instructed, and I eagerly walked over, took off my jacket and tie and got down on my knees. It was a good size and I hoped a blowjob wasn’t going to be all I did for him tonight. I started by licking the fat tip, then running my tongue up and down the shaft, before going back to the tip again. My right hand went up to his nipple on his beautifully sculpted chest, while with my left I clumsily undid the buttons on my shirt. “That’s nice,” he said as I went to deepthroat him as best I could. I was getting really into it, and his cock was getting hard as it prodded the back of my mouth. I was playing with his balls which he seemed to like too. “Get up,” he commanded after a few minutes of oral, as he pulled me up, took off my shirt and stood back to look. His hard-on was glorious now – wet, hard and big. I couldn’t wait to get it back in my mouth – or up my ass. “You’ve still not answered my question. Why are all the Tory boys such sluts? I’ve fucked a few of them” – my dick was getting even harder at this as I imagined him pounding my ass – “and they never ask for a condom.” At this I realised what I was in for – he wanted to fuck me bare. In truth I’d fucked around bare a couple of times, but never so brazenly – or with so hot a man. My hard-on was getting uncomfortable now in my trousers, so by way of response I loosened my belt, undid the button and sipped them off to my ankles. My underwear could barely contain my cock and the damp pre-cum was giving him all the answer he needed. “Is that your answer? You’re a slut and you want me to fuck you? Is that right?” He was almost interrogating me, as I fought the urge to give in, lean down on the desk and beg him for his cock. All I could do was nod, as he turned me around, pushed me down onto the desk and told me “get ready, Tory boy. You’re getting fucked.” He pulled down my underwear and felt my asscheeks before going for my hole with his fingers. He pulled open his drawer and got out some lube – almost as if he did this regularly, you might imagine – and played with my hole. I could feel his fingers in me, and running around the edge, playing with me and making me looser every second. I wanted him inside me, I wanted his bare cock inside me now! “You ready , slut?” Was all he said. With an equally direct “yes, fuck me, fuck me bare” I gave him what he wanted – and what he had been guaranteed since we shook hands just twenty minutes before. With my face down on the desk all I could feel were his powerful hands gripping my slender hips as his cock rubbed at my hole. I ran my hand back just to give him a final stroke and feel how sloppy and bare his cock was as it entered me. “Oh yes, put it in me” I demanded as he paused. “I want your cock in me.” He needed no further encouragement as he slowly slid it in, forwards an inch, back half, forwards another, until I could feel him, hot, hard and insistent, inside me. “I want to feel your balls slapping mine – go deep” I urged him, and he responded with an almighty thrust into me. I nearly squeaked in pleasure as I felt his balls swing into mine. I was in heaven – a sexy, muscular older man balls-deep and bare in my hole – as he started to thrust in and out, slamming my hips against the desk. I was really enjoying being fucked when he grabbed my shoulders and started to bang me so hard the desk started moving. It felt like he was pulling out the whole way before slamming the whole way back in each thrust. I grabbed onto the far side of the desk as he hammered my hole – I was loving it but not sure how long I could go. He then wrapped his arms around my shoulders and crushed me under his muscly body against the desk, jackhammering my ass as I could feel the sweat pouring off his body and his gold chain swinging round and slapping into the back of my neck. “Fucking hell!” he shouted in my ear as he came – his body stiffened, I was almost suffocated under his much bigger body as he held me tightly. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass and a warm glow filling me as his cum shot out of him. As he pulled out I felt like I’d never felt before, my legs so weak I was still hanging onto the desk and catching my breath. As I recovered I turned round to see him standing, sweat glistening on his muscles and cock still erect. “Thanks Tom,” he said. “If you’d like to call my office to arrange a meeting to discuss your client’s business, I’d be delighted. Some evening next week would be good. My business cards are on the desk.”
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Never before has there walke, a black man so perverted and proud. When I say no limits, that's what it means. No limits. I am highly marketable and mankind loves me. In the depths of my black nigger balls, there's a beautiful and sweet gift. A freedom that mankind has not cherished with its heart the way it should. They key to everlasting life- the breaker of conformity. Poz and charged, free at last. Some say I'm twisted because I worship the toxic seed, but I say- freedom is it's own reward. What greater joy is there than an room full of slammed up, poz pigs- worshiping and loving heir toxic bodies. Enjoying sharing strains with one another. Plotting on there next twisted deeds. Stealth. Stealth. Stealth. That's what the fire is saying. Free them , Free them all. Slammed up with each other's toxic blood; needles shared- they swap poz loads from hole to hole. Abuse each other's holes with chem piss and fisting. Double penetration, frozen poz nut, nut and chem piss smoothies, and all. They are disgusting and perverted creatures living in the beauty of their depravity. Alone, I am , the Black Twisted Pig. In a see of beautiful white pussy, worshiping my glorious black body and dick. I am a God and I decree freedom and perversion. I escort the new shy pigs into the gates of sin and show them the glorious light that is worship. Worship my Dick! And you will be rewarded! In unison, all slammed up and chemmed up, they speak, " Yes Daddy." For there obedience they are tied down, collar to collar connected. Their glorious holes up in the are, on there backs- legs up. Chained together in twisted brotherhood. There reward- a night of endless pounding and anonymous dicks. As each one is pounded they look in the devious eyes of there attackers; proudly stamped with their biohazards. Each load they receive is a gift; and each dick they receive is a rewards. Filled with toxic piss and huge booty bumps. Each one slammed again! Corrupted and full, used and fulfilled. Each one, now a true brother; charged and ready to be free... ( if liked, I'll make a part two)
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here it is! the first half my first "gift giving" erotic fiction. it doesn't involve HIV or AIDS though. it focuses on the virus: hsv1 (Herpes Simplex 1) and it's actually my own fantasy too. the narrator/main character is based off of me. sorry if it's really long but i added a lot of detail to keep it arousing. there may be a few spelling errors too, and some of it may seem a bit obscure and twisted but what do you expect? please share your thoughts and be specific but not too harsh with criticism on how it's wrote It’s been a very long time but I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was (and still am) a tall, skinny, and good looking combined jock/twink with a circumcised 9 inch cock, but I also was extremely promiscuous. Every single night, I would be online trying to hook up with any guy who wanted a cock rammed in his asshole or any guy looking to swallow a huge sperm load, and I always found a guy who was up for it. I always had fun every single night, but then I got a bit worried about STDs. I also used condoms and 80% of the time, I prefered to just be sucked off instead, but still, I knew there was a risk. A few months after I turned 18, I went to a clinic in a town I was living in to get a full STD test. I arrived at the clinic right after school. I had to walk there since I didn’t have a car at all. A young but bitchy nurse told me that I would be seeing my new physician, Dr.XXX, soon. I sat down in the waiting room for about 5 minutes, until one of the receptionist told me, “Marty, Dr.XXX is ready to see you.” I followed her back to the examination room, where a white hospital gown was laying on the examination bed. She told me to just take off all of my clothes and put on the gown and that Dr.XXX would be right in, she then left me alone right after. So, I did exactly what she told me. I took off all of my clothes and put on the hospital gown. A few minutes later Dr.XXX came in and I finally saw him for the first time. He was a tall older man about in his late-50s. He had a few wrinkles around his face and his body was in average shape but a little bit muscular. He had pale skin and blue eyes and was bald with a dried up mustache and beard. “Good evening” he said in a deep but slightly flirtatious voice. “Hi,” I said back. He then asked me a couple questions about my sexual activity and I was basically honest with him about everything (I’m not the type of guy who holds stuff back). He seemed a little too fascinated about all of it, but I didn’t really give a shit. Later, he drawed my blood, he checked my cock for a discharge, I gave him a urine sample, and then I put my clothes back on, and he told me he’d call me back next week for my results. I then went home, but ironically, I was curious about Dr.XXX. I thought about how his lips would feel around my cock with his beard scrapping my inner-thighs. But eventually, I just rubbed one out then went on with my life. A week later, I was checking my messages on my cellphone after I was done with school. I then found one recorded message from Dr.XXX. I listened to it and heard him talk in a very cordial voice. He was telling me that all of my results for all STDs came back negative but there was still something he was a bit concerned about that he wanted to talk to me with. I then got nervous and called him back. When I told him, he told me not to worry at all and to come to the clinic tonight at 7pm. I agreed to meet him there then I hung up, but then I thought it was kinda weird since the STD clinic actually closed at 5pm. I then brushed it off and went about my day until it was a half hour to 7pm when I had to go see Dr.XXX. I was feeling a bit edgy because I forgot to jerk off that day, but I figured I could do it when I got back. I then got dressed, put on a pink men’s thong, red skimpy wrestling shorts, and a white football jersey (I never played football though, I was way too skinny for that.) Then I was on my way. I arrived at the clinic at 6:55pm and strangely the whole waiting room was dark/dim-light and deserted. Right away I noticed that Dr.XXX was waiting for me. He was dressed in his typical medical work attire (rubber gloves, shoes, a white lab coat etc.), but something was different…. On his face he was wearing a white health mask that covered mouth. Yet, I could see in his eyes he seemed a little eager to see me. “Good evening,” he slowly spoke, in a deep but even more flirtatious/cordial voice. “What’s up doc?” I replied casually/friendly, “What did you want to see me for?” “Follow me,” he said as he turned around and lead me back to the examination room. The examination room was brightly light like always, but something out of place caught my eye. There was a recliner chair in the examination room, which I thought was a little weird but I shrugged it off. “Have a seat,” he said in friendly voice while motioning his hand to the recliner. I did as he said and longed back in the recliner while he sat in a chair at his desk a couple feet away from me, facing me. “So here’s what I wanted to see you for,” he said to me in a deep voice, muffled by the health mask blocking his mouth, “all of your STD results came back negative, including your results for HSV-1.” I then got curious, “HSV-1? What’s that?” “Herpes Simplex Virus 1,” he answered, “I was just bit concerned though.” I then became a bit confused, “Concerned? Why are you concerned about me testing negative for herpes?” I asked, “Isn’t it good that I don’t have a virus that causes a bunch of painful sores to come back on my cock every couple of months?” Dr. XXX then replied, “Well, not exactly, but I’ll get to that later,” he then asked me, “How many men have you had intimate contact with?” “A lot,” I replied, “I don’t know the exact number. I rarely ever do anal though.” “Ahh,” he replied, “So you engage in oral sex with men often?” I then got an erection. Forgot to mention this earlier, but for some odd reason hearing a guy talk in a scientific vocabulary arouses me. I have no idea why it turns me on though. “Yes,” I replied to him, “Very often, but they suck me. I don’t suck them.” “Do you ever kiss any of these men?” he asked me. “Sometimes I guess,” I replied, “What makes you ask?” “Well that’s how herpes simplex 1 is spread,” he answered, “Herpes Simplex 1 lives on the lips and causes coldsores and fever blisters.” “Really?” I replied. I myself have never had a coldsore of fever blister and never wanted one. they’re so nasty and embarrassing to have on your lips for everyone to see. I sure was surprised to find out that they’re caused by herpes though. “Yes,” he answered me, “But 65% of the world population has the virus, most people catch it during childhood from being innocently kissed on the lips by a relative. But majority of them don’t get any symptoms and remain asymptomatic but can still be contagious, but I was worried about you though.” “Why?” I asked. “well, you don’t have the virus at all, and there’s a very high risk of you catching it from someone,” he spoke in a cordial deep voice, “and I wouldn’t want anyone to ruin that beautiful face with a nasty cold sore…” I was still confused with what Dr.XXX was telling me but started aroused for some reason. I could sense that something was starting to steam up between us. I soon started to agree with him though. “Well of course,” I replied, “I wouldn’t want an ugly and embarrassing coldsore on my lip with everyone seeing it but how can I prevent myself from getting it if it could spread without symptoms?” Dr.XXX paused for a breif moment while staring into my eyes in a alluring way, “Well, herpes simplex 1 can be passed on to the genitals during oral sex. But the virus can’t survive well on the genitals since it’s meant to be on the mouth. Most people who are infected genitally only get one to three outbreaks then it goes asymptomatic. Plus the viral asymptomatic shedding very low so it’s extremely unlikely for you to ever pass it on to any of your new sex partners, so their would be no need to disclose your infection at all if you were to have it genitally,” he spoke, “Plus one you’re infected you automatically become immune due to your body producing blood antibodies to fend off the virus so you would not be able to become infected again.” It all made sense to me right away. I could catch herpes simplex 1 genitally and not have to worry about getting embarrassing coldsores on my lips, plus it wouldn’t survive long on my genitals. “so, i find some random guy with coldsores to suck me off?” I asked, “where?” I then noticed a look of anticipation on Dr.XXX’s eyes. I then got a slight hunch of what would happen next… TO BE CONTINUED....
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This is a completely fictional story. It has no basis on reality what so ever. It was a sunny August afternoon at a Midwest midsize university and Mark is pulling on to campus to start a new chapter in life as a graduate student and a graduate assistance. As he is half listening to the gps give him directions to his new apartment, he is checking out the campus, its buildings, scenery, and the people walking around. He pulled up to his new apartment building, well new to him. The building was built in the early 1900’s, while it is old it is still in decent shape, a real diamond in the ruff. The detail and beauty of the architecture is what sold Mark on the building, that and the location right off campus and low price. He was renting a one bedroom one bathroom apartment on the top floor; it had a great view of the campus. Like the building the apartment was rough but he liked it. He spent the next few hours with help from his parents, which pulled with the moving truck a few minutes after him, unloading and moving his stuff into the new place. After moving in, Matt and his parents went out to a local restaurant for some dinner. The food was good and the conversation fun, Mark would be sad to see them go, but he was ready for this new experience. Around 7 they finished up their dinner, said the goodbyes, and parted ways. Once Mark got home he started to unpack, straighten out the apartment, etc. He needed to get the bulk of the unpacking done that first night because he had to start his orientation and job duties the next day. It took him till almost 11 to get things done. He was tired from the long day and unpacking but he was not able to sleep. He was to excited to sleep. He figured a good workout would help him sleep. He got his gym bag packed and drove to the student recreation center/gym. Matt was a pretty fit and pretty good-looking guy. He was 6’0 tall, 170 lbs, had a four pack, good pecks, broad shoulders, and a nice tan. He had deep blue eyes, sandy brown hair, and wore glasses. He was the cute nerd type and had never really had problems getting a date. To keep his body in that shape he worked out 5 days a week and jogged every day. The thing about working out was that it always made him horny. It was late and the gym was pretty deserted. He worked out for about and hour then headed to the locker room to shower. As he was stripping his wet gym shorts off when a man a few years older then Matt, who had just turned 23 a few months earlier, walked out of the sauna in just a towel. They did the obligatory head nob as they passed each other. Matt checked the guy out as they passed. The mystery guy was in good shape. He was slightly taller then Matt, had more muscle tone and bulk, had red hair, green eyes, and a nice bump in the front of his towel. Matt got into the shower room, which was laid out with 6 circular shower poles, each with 4 heads. All of them were empty so Matt just grabbed the nearest one. As he started to soap up the mystery man walked in naked and started to use the shower across from Matt. As the he turned on the shower he introduced himself to Matt. “Hi, I am Adam, how was your workout?” “Hey, Matt here. It was a pretty good workout. Felt good to stretch and move after a long day of unpacking. How was your steam?” “It was good, I always enjoy a good steam after a hard workout. I saw you checking me out, so you into guys?” Matt fought to keep his mouth from dropping, and he was at a loss of what to say. He never met anyone so forward in his life. He now noticed that Adam was slowly stroking his cock and it was semi-hard, and he was already 6 inches long. Finally Adam stopped the silence, “ I can tell you do, you are sporting some major wood there man.” As Adam was saying this he moved from his showerhead to the one next to Matt. As he came up to him he reached down and grabbed Matt’s 7.5 in cut cock and started to stroke it. As Matt was about to say something Adam started to French kiss him and rub their bodies together. Adam’s cock was at full mass now and was at least 9 in long, uncut, and thick. Matt broke the kiss and said, “Wow this is great but wont we get caught?” “Don’t worry, no one every is in here this late and if some one does come in I am sure they will enjoy the show.” Adam whispered as he licked Matt’s neck and bit on his ear. He pinched Adam’s nipples and ran his hand up and down his cock and balls. Adam lowered himself to his knees and started to lick up and down Matt’s shaft and balls, then took his head in his mouth. He slowly took Matt’s shaft in his mouth till he was balls deep and proceeded to give Matt the best blowjob he had every had. Adam must have been a mind reader because as Matt was getting close he stopped the blowjob and came up to kiss him. As they made out Adam asked, “Do you want to fuck my ass?” Matt could think of nothing better then fucking a tight ass right now. He moaned as Adam took his nipple in his mouth. Adam took the moan as a yes to his question and turned around and positioned Matt’s cock head at his hole. He started to slowly inch Matt’s cock into his ass. Matt responded by slowly starting to move his hips back and forth, and then started to pick up speed. Matt started to pound harder as he kissed Adam’s neck and ear. Adam bent over holding onto the shower pole and arch his back as Matt really started to pound away at his ass. Matt varied his strokes. Long and hard, deep and slow, shallow and swift, all the way out then a fast plunge balls deep. All the while both men were moaning and talking dirty to one another. It was a wonder the front desk clerk didn’t hear and come and break it up. Matt had always had great stamina, but after about 20 minutes of pounding he had to warn that he was close, “Man I am about to cum.” As Matt was about to pull out Adam reached back and grabbed his ass and pulled him back into him. That final plunge was the last straw; Matt blew his load deep in Adam’s ass. Adam felt Matt’s cock grow and spasm. Then the warm tingle of cum came in his ass. He had been stroking the whole time he was getting pounded and the feel of Matt reaching his climax made him shoot his load all over the tile floor. It felt so great for both of them. Adam pulled off Matt’s softening cock. He turned around gave Matt a kiss and thanked him. He grabbed did a quick rinse and walked out of the shower. Matt was kind of shocked, but happy. He finished his shower and walked to the lockers. He was the only one in the locker room. No sign of Adam anywhere. He looked for him as he walked to his car but no sign. He hoped to run into Adam again and maybe get a number. It was a top ten fuck for him, he defiantly wanted another time with him. He got home in a few minutes, walked to his apartment, went straight to his room, stripped, set the alarm for 7 am and fell into bed. He was asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.
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Shane had worked out that "Tank" on Grindr was one of the guys in his football team, but not which one. They had been exchanging messages for several weeks, but Tank had not revealed his identity, and Shane had not revealed his. Most of it was trying to work out a time and place where they could hook up. And finally. Shane could host and Tommy was available. Tommy said he'd be over in twenty minutes. It seemed like hours went by as Shane waited to see who would show up. He had never met "Tank" nor even spoke to him outside of Grindr messages. Part of him hoped Tank would turn out to be Danny Hamline, the RB; or Jared Dzubenko, who played at halfback. He didn't realistic think it would be any of those guys, but most of the guys were at least somewhat attractive to him. He didn't like it that he thought of other guys on his team that way. As the minutes ticked by, it was all he could do keep himself from starting to jack. He got a message on Grindr. "I'm outside," and his heart started beating faster. "It's open. Come on up," he texted back. After some agonizing seconds crawled past, he heard someone approaching his door. Then, there was pause, followed by three knocks. Shane slid off the bed where he had waited and walked to the door. He felt funny when he walked; his body was surging on adrenaline, anticipation, curiousity to see which team mate, and above all, horniness and an urgent need for release from his now erect and throbbing cock. For weeks, the mystery had been dogging him, and he was finally going to find out the identity of his fellow dick-loving teammate. He opened the door. When he saw who was on the other side, his first thought was the whole thing had been a big mistake. Shane was a wide receiver, and as such, he needed to be fast. He worked out daily, ran, and avoided any form of processed sugar. He was 6 feet and 200 lbs of lean muscle and 2% body fat. He did not want to carry around even an ounce of extra weight that would slow him down. He even kept his hair clippered short. Tommy was his opposite number; as a Defensive Tackle, he was almost 300 pounds of body mass that could move with surprising quickness and agility. He was just about the last guy Shane would have guessed was on the other side Grindr, and one of the last he would have wanted. He remembered the pool party at the end of summer football camp, seeing Tommy walking around with his big, smooth pale white belly. Tommy quickly entered the room and closed the door behind him. He was wearing a Green Bay Packers cap that pinched the thick dirty blond hair that fell sloppily past his ears. He had on a zippered gray hoody and a pair of practice shorts that fell past his knees; and a pair of size 14 shoes. "Never would've guessed," he said. "You still want to do this?" Even though he was disappointed to see big, dopey Tommy Holloman and not one of the hot guys, Shane was too horny to back down. His hardon felt like it was ready to explode out of his pants. "Yeah, man," he heard himself say. After all, a BJ was a BJ. He'd been sucked off by both girls and guys, he could just close his eyes and think of someone else if it came to it. Tommy pulled his cock out of his shorts. It was a mighty think piece of meat, and it wasn't even fully erect yet. He fondled himself with one hand and pointed to it with the other. "Suck it." This was not how Shane had thought it was going to go down. He had always imagined Tommy's hungry mouth sucking him off; he was no cock-sucker. Tommy read the hesitation in him, "I don't know what you were expecting, but I came here to get my cock sucked. Maybe I should just go, if you're not gonna give me what I came here for." "I never done it before," Shane said. "It ain't hard," said Tommy, working himself a little bit so that the big mushroom head of his hardening cock waved in the air, like a cobra focusing on its victim before striking. "You guys always act like there's some magic trick to it. But allyou gotta do is put it your mouth and work it. Ain't you ever been sucked off before?" Shane nodded involuntarily. "Just do me like them guys did you," Tommy pulled his shorts down further, and Shane now saw the jumbo sized eggs in his hairy ballsack. Shane got on his knees and looked at the thick, reddish organ in front of him. He had never sucked dick and he didn't know if he could even get one of this thickness into his mouth. He closed his eyes and took the head of the thing into his mouth. It tasted like skin and sweat. Maybe this wasn't going to be too bad, Shane thought. He'd try to get Tommy off quickly, spit out his semen, and then jack himself with porn after Tommy left. "You can take more than that," Tommy said, grabbing the back of his neck and pushing his head further along down his shaft. He felt Tommy's big belly against his forehead as he struggled and choked against the meat. Tommy groaned. "That's it, you're doing it. Feels good." Shane could feel the cock in his mouth grow thicker, and the thick vein at the bottom swelled. "He must be getting close to cumming," Shane tought. It would be over soon. Then Tommy groaned and pulled his dick out of Shane's mouth. For a second, Shane thought he was just going to cum on the floor. Instead, Tommy ordered him. "Take your clothes off and get in the bed." Shane was about to protest, this was going so much farther than he wanted it to. Tommy was kicking off his shoes and throwing his shorts to the floor. "Come, on man, we can have so much more fun in bed. Take your fucking clothes off." Tommy was fully naked now, the massive bulk of his body almost glowing. His dick, big as it was, had fidsappeared under the overhang of his belly. "I don't know," Shane began to say. He searched his mind for some excuse. Tommy grunted. He grabbed onto Shane from behind and wrapped his massive arms around his torso. One hand slid down and worked open the front of Shane's cargo shorts. Tommy's big paw fondled his erection. "You want to do this," Shane told him. "I seen you in the locker room. I seen you in the showers. I've thought about you for a long time." Shane felt his breath on his neck and it made his skin tingle. Tommy squeezed his cock again and he felt a spasm of pleasure shoot from his balls and up his back. What the fuck, it was sex. Tommy began to lift his t-shirt off over his head and Shane pulled down his cargo shorts.
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Never before has there walke, a black man so perverted and proud. When I say no limits, that's what it means. No limits. I am highly marketable and mankind loves me. In the depths of my black nigger balls, there's a beautiful and sweet gift. A freedom that mankind has not cherished with its heart the way it should. They key to everlasting life- the breaker of conformity. Poz and charged, free at last. Some say I'm twisted because I worship the toxic seed, but I say- freedom is it's own reward. What greater joy is there than an room full of slammed up, poz pigs- worshiping and loving heir toxic bodies. Enjoying sharing strains with one another. Plotting on there next twisted deeds. Stealth. Stealth. Stealth. That's what the fire is saying. Free them , Free them all. Slammed up with each other's toxic blood; needles shared- they swap poz loads from hole to hole. Abuse each other's holes with chem piss and fisting. Double penetration, frozen poz nut, nut and chem piss smoothies, and all. They are disgusting and perverted creatures living in the beauty of their depravity. Alone, I am , the Black Twisted Pig. In a see of beautiful white pussy, worshiping my glorious black body and dick. I am a God and I decree freedom and perversion. I escort the new shy pigs into the gates of sin and show them the glorious light that is worship. Worship my Dick! And you will be rewarded! In unison, all slammed up and chemmed up, they speak, " Yes Daddy." For there obedience they are tied down, collar to collar connected. Their glorious holes up in the are, on there backs- legs up. Chained together in twisted brotherhood. There reward- a night of endless pounding and anonymous dicks. As each one is pounded they look in the devious eyes of there attackers; proudly stamped with their biohazards. Each load they receive is a gift; and each dick they receive is a rewards. Filled with toxic piss and huge booty bumps. Each one slammed again! Corrupted and full, used and fulfilled. Each one, now a true brother; charged and ready to be free... ( if liked, I'll make a part two) 0 Quote Edit
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The Dungeon Room You stand at 6’6, 300lbs, of solid dark matter. You play right tackle for the football team at Morningside High and work part time for the summer at Macy’s. You’re popular because of your size and athleticism, yet quiet, you never say too much. Many say you live in your head and you agree. Both of your parents are of Haitian descent immigrating to the U.S. in the late 60s. You have two sisters and one brother. You’re the youngest out of all of them. By the end of June, when school let out, you and your father were fighting so much, that you wanted to leave home. Your father decided that what you needed was to be "made a man." You were never the son he imagined. You hated sports yet you excelled at it. In your room many 1st place trophies are displayed on the shelves. You have a deep secret that you told no one, not even yourself. You have a lustful desire for gay sex. Every end of the month you head to “The Dungeon” to satisfy your desire. But this Friday was the first time you decided to take a plunge into risky behavior. This was the Friday that you took the condom off and went full bareback. Your arms are sweaty, and your heart beat is literally tearing out of your chest. You’re surrounded by pitch black darkness with only the scent of poppers lingering under your nose. Your stiff erection is causing a tent like shape to your basketball shorts. You pull down your shorts, and pull back your uncut cock to reveal your bright pink tender cockhead sitting on top of a 9 inch shaft darker than the pitch black that surrounds you. A pungent scent arises from your erection. You walk quietly in this dark room hearing moans, slaps, and heavy breathing. The sounds causes your erection to stiffen and leak pre-cum from your piss slit. You were supposed to be home at 10 already but its pass midnight. You have to be up early in the morning for work. Can’t keep coming in late or the boss will fire you. You remind yourself this constantly but the reminder is overtaken by the erection that’s becoming painful and throbbing. You needed to breed. You search around touching and groping until you feel a hand grip your erection. You pause at the shock of the touch. You can feel the heat of his hand stroking your erection. The heat comes closer to you. You can feel his body pressing on you. This figure in the darkness turns around and guides your cock to his ass wiping the pre-cum on his hole. The sensation sends you into a frenzy, you become an animal instantly grunting. You can hear the soft voice of the dark figure whisper “fuck me sir!” You aggressively feel his body up gripping his back neck. You can feel the energy and eagerness of the bottom as he positions himself on the fuck bench. You pop your pink cockhead in his hole and violently smack his ass (SMACK). The room permeates with the loud sound. You feel the warmth of his hole and this sends a shock to your nerves making your erection throb. You shove the rest of your shaft in him in a brutal violent manner. You can feel his ass flinch. The bottom begins to hesitate but you grab his hips and slam him deep into your erection. The bottom moans loud in fear. He must have been thinking what has he gotten himself into. He begins to understand that you can easily over power him. You bench 300lbs easily now in the weight room. This bottom didn’t feel like anything past 160lbs. The bottom squirmed in discomfort. You can tell he wanted to hit the pause button and leave but this bottom is obedient. He was determined to take your load. After minutes of him squirming and moaning in utter discomfort he began to create a rhythm. Slamming his ass into your cock in a rhythmic motion. You loved his sudden participation. You pull your cock out, spit in his hole for a little lube, and push your cock back in violently. He responds more openly to your aggression reaching back and holding you in him, twerking his ass up and down while taking a whiff of his poppers. You can feel your cock jump in his guts. Stroke after stroke you can feel your load building up. The bottoms hole is adapting to the size of your cock so well that he taunts you to breed him with confidence in his voice. He arches his back giving a curvature to his back that turned you on. You smack his ass violently as you pulse a load right in his guts. You pull out immediately, and the bottoms turns around and kneels down. You feel a warm wet feeling engulf your pink cockhead as you breathe heavily. He squeezes your cock pushing out the remaining seed in your urethra licking it with enthuiasium and satisfaction. He tapped you on the thigh and softly said “Thank you sir.” You remained silent and pulled up your basketball shorts. You silently leave the room with your wildest fantasy fulfilled.
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Kenny and I had been friends for years, since college. I had matured but he still loved to get high or drunk at parties while I liked to have a drink or beer or two and then drink soda and sample the hors-devours at parties. The problem as the years wore on was he'd end up so loaded he'd pass out. In the decade since finishing college and trade school we had gained weight, going from 190-200 to about 250 for me and 270 for him. We were both Tops and respected each other not to try to put our dicks in each other. We took our pleasure together by spit-roasting bottoms and versatiles and taking turns fucking and getting sucked off by them. We also enjoyed getting rimmed, using the mouths, faces and hair of bottoms and versatiles for a bukakke target and urinal and getting our often sweaty feet orally serviced. Some of the parties he liked to attend were boring to me. The loud music, some of which was merely annoying noise, the smoke of cigarettes and various illegal stuff, the uncontrolled pissing, vomiting and passing out of some guests as the party progressed, the loaded/high guys (and women at the bisexual parties) trying to hit on me, other goings-on and having to step over or around used condoms, spikes and other waste on the floor irritated instead of entertained me. The only real reason I went was to keep him from driving there and then driving home intoxicated, especially after two drunk driving convictions and the early morning he clipped a parked garbage truck. Having to take a day off from work to bail his ass out and then drive him to court for his arraignment and trial took its toll on me. I had considered parting ways but when he was sober he was a great sex buddy sharing bottoms and versatiles for our mutual fun. The worst part of those parties was trying to get Kenny to his feet and into the car for the trip home, then getting him on his feet for the walk up to our second floor apartment. The joke was that Kenny was still neg but I had been pozzed by a poz cocksucker who had raked me with his teeth while I myself had been drunk. The virus from poz sperms of the previous guy he'd sucked off and in his own saliva had entered me through the cuts and abrasions he'd put to my dick. One typical night at a nude sex party Kenny was having his fun. We had each let a good cocksucker blow our three-and-a-half decades old cocks shortly after arriving. My sexual needs were satiated and I pondered if the cocksucker was poz or not and if his mouth had any sores, etc. that would allow the passage of my virus into his bloodstream. A couple of hours passed and I had found a fellow designated driver so we had a nice conversation about various subjects including the topic of HIV and AIDS. A couple more hours passed quickly due to our enjoyable conversation. I had to take a piss so I went to the bathroom. The main one was occupied by someone taking a shit and someone pissing in the sink. The master bath was occupied by someone vomiting in the john and two couples having sex. By then I needed to piss bad. The tub and the shower stall were occupied by fuckers but the two sinks were free. I pissed in one, ran the tap a few seconds to rinse it out and then went looking for Kenny. After looking all over the place I asked if anyone had seen Kenny. The host, an older man who was poz, told me he might be in one of the bedrooms. I had checked the master bedroom when I went to the master bath so I checked the other four bedrooms. I found Kenny, still nude, laying face down on a mattress on the floor. I checked him. He was dead to the world, his steady breathing the only sign of life. I pushed on him but he didnt wake. Once again he had drank too much or nearly O.D.ed on whatever dope he had brought or was available. I stood there and then decided to lay beside him since the sheet over the rubber sheet looked clean in the dim light coming through the window curtain and a night light plugged into a wall outlet. I lay on my back and was about to drift off to sleep dreading having to once again ask for help getting him out to the car and then wrestling with his 270 pounds up the stairs to our second floor apartment by myself. I was feeling a bit of anger and got up. I then saw a tube of what looked like lube laying on a nightstand. I stepped over to it and saw that it was a popular brand of lube. I looked at Kenny's bare butt and my dick started hardening. I decided then and there Kenny would finally pay for his lack of control of his drinking and dope habits and I'd finally have a piece of his just about virgin ass. I was horny, my dick finished hardening and starting to ooze precum, his ass was more than just available, seemingly begging to get fucked and I wanted to have fun punishing him by getting a poz load off up his ass which I had coveted for several years, especially because there was the chance someone would come in and beat me to it if I crashed next to him or left the room. Because I was poz and enjoyed gift-giving and he was still neg I'd double my fun and the great feeling of ejaculation, not to mention how sore he'd be the next day because he had been fucked only once, back when we were 18 or 19. I was surprised nobody else was crashing in the room since there was another bed besides this mattress on the floor. I decided it was high time to punish Kenny by taking advantage of his naked and passed-out vulnerability as well as fulfill my longtime desire for a piece of his ass. I first spread his legs. He was still so konked out he didnt move, it was like dragging two padded logs apart. I picked up the lube, unscrewed the cap and squirted some into my hand. I replaced the cap, put the lube back where I found it and smeared most on my dickhead, some on the rest of my shaft and the rest on his hole. He still didnt move at all, not even his hole doing much other than seeming to tighten just a little. I spat on his hole to add just a bit more lubrication and took my position between his spread legs to mount him. I put my cut dickhead to his hole and began penetrating him. He seemed to be fighting it by tightening his sphincter but not consciously. I forced my glans past his sphincters all the way into his ass. He was so out of it that he hardly flinched. Had he been conscious he would have screamed from the pain of getting penetrated and thrown me off before I was halfway in. Once hilted which I accomplished by pulling out a little and shoving it in again, I lay on his back feeling the warmth from him and the nice warm snug tightness of his hole around my weapon. I flexed my love-muscle inside him and then began fucking him. I assumed his tight hole to be virgin because he was as much a Top as I was and that while he may have tried getting fucked when he first came out, same as I had, he didnt like it any more than I did. I liked breaking anal cherries, putting pain to them for my pleasure, before I got pozzed, and after getting pozzed I discovered how much I Iiked pozzing neg holes. But most of all was the combined thrill and fun of breaking a cherry as my dick split parts of the walls of his rectum apart inside from my thrusting in to facilitate easy entry of my dangerous virus into his bloodstream and pumping my pozz sperms into it. I fucked him good, enjoying how good his tight virgin hole felt around my hard horny dick and knowing how each thrust was ripping more fissures in his rectal walls. I fucked his ass as fast as possible, corkscrewed my hips a few times and then angled my dick a different angle with each trust for half a dozen thrusts to further tear his rectum. Once I was satisfied that he was bleeding inside I settled into piston-thrusting in order to reach orgasm and inject my dirty virus into him. Even after my vicious assault his cunt was still nice and tight making for a great piece of ass. He was still out cold, dead to the world. My pre-ejaculatory urge came and I let my loins take over to pound him faster and harder, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass, and then I felt and enjoyed that magic moment of my dick exploding in ecstasy firing my deadly bullets of virus-laden cum in his torn rectum. I pulled almost out and slammed it home a number of times shooting-off spurt after great-feeling spurt in his ravaged hole until my balls were empty. I lay on his back, lazily thrusting my dick to further force more of my virus into his bloodstream, enjoying how great it still felt in his ass. He barely stirred and was still so out of it that he likely still didnt know he'd been fucked and fucked good. I wanted to go to sleep on and in him til daylight but the circumstances prevented it. I did remain on and in him for a little while before pulling out and dismounting, my long-awaited mission accomplished. I left the room and looked for someone who would be high enough to suck my dick clean. I found a semi-scuzzy looking cocksucker who was up to the task. I had him suck for about ten minutes partly because he was good at making a man's dick feel good in his mouth and I had the possibility of getting a third load off. I was turned on from fucking and pozzing Kenny that I did shoot off a load in the cocksucker's mouth. He swallowed it and kissed my heroic dick. I was satiated and decided to go rejoin Kenny who was still out cold. I lay beside him and replayed in my mind how utterly fantastic my dick felt shooting my deadly jizz up his defenseless ass and dozed off dreaming of picking up a twenty-something twink to bust his ass cherry and pozz it. We both awoke as the first rays of sun filtered through the curtain. Danny our host was standing at the foot of the matteress and a couple more guys were on the bed across the room, one waking up, the other still asleep. "Good morning Dan." I said, feeling chipper. Dan replied, "Good morning." and asked if I needed help with Kenny who was groggily waking up still in a stupor. I said, "I can use it, looks like he needs lots of coffee if we're gonna get him to the car and then up the stairs." "The pot's on its second load. Help yourselves." Dan replied. We went to the kitchen where the last party goers were drinking their java and discussing the fun and bullshit that went on throughout the night. I poured myself a cup and took one to Kenny who was sitting up with a pained look on his face. "Was I fucked?" he asked, his speech slurred. I told him I had no idea. He was conscious enough to take the coffee cup in both hands and sip it, then drank some. He handed the cup back and said he had to go to the john. I helped him up and led him to the bathroom, lowered the toilet seat and sat his ass on it. He began to empty his bladder and ass into the bowl as he seemed to wobble. I had to help steady him as he wiped his ass. There was blood and traces of my spunk as well as the usual shit on it. As he flushed the john he began to heave. I directed him to the sink where he vomited some foul smelling puke. I let him puke until he was dry and turned on the water to wash it down the drain. Next step was more coffee and once I was assured he could keep it down Dan and another couple of guys helped me get him dressed and into the car. By the time we got home he was able to climb the stairs. I stripped him and saw blood on his undershorts. I had bought some adult diapers months ago for when he was too drunk to make the bathroom. I put one on him, let him puke in the sink and then settled him into his bed. By then he was whining about his hangover. I said nothing, having gone through the same bullshit from him several times before. By the afternoon he was feeling better, had a late lunch and was feeling even better. I checked his diaper. It had piss in front and some blood in back. I smiled to myself knowing how mighty my dick was and that he soon would suffer the flu in two or three weeks and then join me on the lifelong med regimen. He recovered from his hangover a day later and was sober and fit enough to go to work by Monday. Fortunately he confined his dope and drinking to those parties and a weekend beer if someone was going to blow him or drink his piss. He never knew what happened other than seeing the blood when he wiped his ass after taking a shit that day after I had my pleasure brutally thrusting in his nice tight ass. He may have suspected something but his hangover seemed to overshadow the pain in his ass which likely subsided by the time his hangover ebbed that afternoon. I could have fucked him even harder the way a large bear brutally drilled a child molester a new asshole in the tank at the county jail. The nice thing was back then rape laws didnt cover same-sex action unless an effeminate male raped or fucked a masculine man and in fact had he reported getting raped he would have been busted for being on the receiving end of sodomy. Being the Top wasnt a crime in that state but taking "the woman's part" was. Had he been effeminate he would have also been considered to be soliciting a dick for his ass or mouth. About three weeks later the AIDS flu hit him like a ton of bricks. He said he felt like he had been used as a heavy bag at a boxing gym. I got him to my doctor who was familiar with HIV and AIDS. The doctor ran the tests and the results came back positive. I had knocked him up just as I knew I would. Fortunately I wore loose jeans when we went to the doctor's because my dick hardened in my pants when the doctor gave us the news. Kenny's sad tears of defeat juxtaposed with my hidden sexual excitement and feelings of accomplishment. We had to comfort him and explain to him that it wasnt all that bad, mainly because he had known about me from the start of my AIDS flu and subsequent meds regimen and the precautions I had to take both for my health and to keep from un-intentionally knocking-up a neg hole. He seemed to realize that he had been impregnated at that last party. The great thing was that he finally curtailed his out of control binging on drugs and alcohol even though it was too late because his behavior had finally caught up with him. If I hadnt pozzed him someone else would have done it later on down the line. Although I would have liked to make him my bitch I knew he wouldnt go for it. He took his meds on schedule with a little help from my prodding. For a while he barebacked poz guys and rubbered-up for the neg assholes. A few short months he experienced the thrill of pozzing a neg ass.- 1 reply
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Cadet Boy After Plebe Summer Orientation phase at my Midwest military academy, there I am screaming in my barracks “I can’t take it anymore!” I felt relief as I began unbuttoning my coat. Each button I release freed another pocket of heat from my skin. I stripped down to wearing only my jockstrap. New cadets (Fresh Meat) had to report two weeks before the start of class work for orientation camp, which was mostly PT and long hours of marching drills. Uniform issuance for the first two weeks was limited to Alpha and Bravo PT uniforms, and under garments were restricted to regular athletic supporters, and a cup jock with a metal cup. Sleeping was initially allowed in the nude, until upperclassman observed Fresh Meat “pitching morning tents” so the drill sarge ordered jocks in the bunks to “keep discipline” in the ranks. Jockstraps with metal cups were initially required for combative exercises in PT, but soon it was felt more time efficient if cups were worn during all PT. Later it felt that too much time was spent changing from drill to PT, so cups were ordered on the drill field. I hadn’t realized it yet but another cadet in my unit had been watching me from across the barracks. His name was Vince, and his cot was positioned diagonal to mine, just enough for him to catch a full view of me practically naked in my jockstrap. It wasn’t long before I felt his eyes staring at me. I instinctively turn my head in his direction. For a split second our eyes connected, his facial expression was one of annoyance, his dark bushy eye brows wrinkled to a crease between his dark eyes. Never really seen Vince frustrated like this before. He was always in a good mood, not much older than I am. Dark ebony colored skin, big cheeks, puppy dog dark brown eyes and a friendly smile. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and with the light of his iPad illuminating his body, I couldn’t help but notice the well-defined muscles that ran along his stomach and chest, broad shoulders that supported two strong arms. I found myself staring way to long so I quickly turned away, before giving into another glance of his physique. He was focused on whatever he was doing on his iPad. I suddenly felt like I must have been going crazy, imagining the whole thing in my head. I saw my scrawny reflection in the mirror. I glanced over my boyish figure, thin and soft, nothing like Vince’s body. Two blue eyes framed by a winter pale complexion stared at me. I was a year older than the Fresh Meat that just arrived. To my dismay, my submissive boyish appearance has earned me the nickname sissy among my peers. They say I’m too pretty to be a boy. They make joking remarks reminding me to never drop the soap. I sighed inwardly at the embarrassing thought while trying to shoot comebacks at them in attempt to shrug away the shade of red across my face. I leaned down and began searching for my canteen in my bag. My pale ass was mooning Vince but I didn’t think he caught a glance with him being too glued to his iPad. I began shifting through clothes, clothes, & more clothes but no canteen. My frustration grew and I began to mumble to myself curse words while tossing garments out of my bag. I tossed the bag away in complete anger and flopped on the bed. I turned towards Vince and saw him gazing at me with a blank look. I quickly focus elsewhere. I wasn’t going to let myself play that silly staring contest with him again. Immediately I remember leaving my canteen out on the PT drill field. I stood up, took a deep breath and began to walk towards the entrance of the barracks. My eyes focused on exactly what is in front of me. To Be Continued…
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Blayn and I have been very close friends for about 3 years now. He knows I'm bi and hes always been ok with it. We've even talked about tag teaming a girl someday. Most of our time together consists of drinking heavily and cruising country roads. He's been passed out around me a few times and even in my drunken state I never once considered taking advantage of the situation, that is, until we found ourselves in a 3 way with Tina. Blayn is the type of man that always gets what he wants, especially from women. He stands at about 5' 8", with a thin frame but unlike a twink boy with the same height and weight, Blayn has a natural muscle tone that reminds you that he's a man.Blue eyes that often change from light to dark blue and sometimes green. His captivating eyes paired with his bright smile is enough to make any woman fall to her knees but it's his 8 in cock that turns every woman he's ever fucked into his property, patiently waiting for his next call so she can experience his expert use of his fuck tool. I caught a glimpse of his flaccid cock while he was pissing once. I knew right then and there that he must be pretty hung because I saw a nice fat softie that had to hang at least 5 in totally flaccid. After some probing he told me some past encounters. One ex said she could feel him in her stomach. His favorite thing to do is to position his slut on her back with her legs on his shoulders and pound her cunt, she usually has to keep a hand on his hips because his cock starts to bottom out. I loved hearing his stories. I'm a decent 6.5-7 with 6 in girth. After showing him a pic of my dick on a pretty crazy night, he commented that he definitely has at least 1.5 in on me in length but he's not nearly as thick. I was still so turned on at the thought of his Big White Cock and all the pussy he's ruined for other men who could never reach the depths he has so effortlessly. I'm a pretty goodlooking guy. 6' with an athletic build, broad shoulders, nice round ass and thick strong legs. I don't have to search long to find someone to top my hairy ass or suck my thick cock, but Blayn had his hold on me and he didn't even know it. I was just waiting for my opportunity and then at long last I had it and it came in the form of a funny looking glass pipe and a small bag of crystal shards. We had been experimenting with coke and loved it, so when a friend of ours handed us this small sack and pipe we thought "why the hell not?" It took us a while to get any good hits but we definitely felt the change after we exhaled our first full cloud. "Holy fuck!" exclaimed Blayn, " This is better than coke! My body feels kinda tingly and warm. I just feel fuckin great!" My eyes widen as I blow a thick white cloud, suddenly I know exactly what he meant only I definitely felt hornier than I have ever been. Soon it became clear he must have had a similar spike in arousal because shortly after our first good hits he was inviting me to look at old pics of his exes and ,to my great surprise and happiness, a few videos of his ex wife riding his beautiful, long fuck stick. Seeing it right in front of me made me realize 2 things. 1: he may not be as thick as me but he was definitely stretching out this woman's pussy and 2: I wanted him to see how much better my hole would feel wrapped around that monster. So I start testing the waters, I've known straight guys who "party" and fuck guys so it was just a matter of triggering his horniness. I started by poking and prodding his crotch, "Ok is that ball or cock?" I asked. "That's my dick head" "No way!" i replied genuinely incredulous, "that feels really big, I guess you're a grow-er and a show-er" I said still lightly scratching his cock head, which to my delight, had started to expand beneath his jeans. "You're gonna have to stop that, Alex. It's startin' to feel good" he said before taking another hit of the pipe. Normally I wouldn't dare risk our friendship for a chance to be the hole Blayn uses to unload his cum into (why am I thinking like this? Why do i suddenly need to be this straight man's living fleshlight?) But it all felt so right. Miles from town, nothing but mesquite trees and cactus surrounding us as we sat in his truck, dimly lit but a full moon. I caught my reflection in his rear view mirror. My pupils had dilated to the size of quarters, his were the same, He felt his blood rushing to his cock and looked at me, both of our chests were heaving. He bared his teeth as if to intimidate me, "what the fuck are you waiting for, faggot?" he growled. My smile was short lived as I dove face first to his swelling rod. I got his pants down and there it was, standing straight up, no curve just a straight, white cut cock leaking precum like a faucet. I took it all the way to his big hairy balls on the first go. I wanted to show him what hes been missing all these years.He's moaning and thrusting his hips making his cock go even deeper. I have never taken a cock so deep in my pussy throat. I brought my lips to the bottom of his shaft and stayed there while I repeatedly swallowed, which resulted in my throat massaging his fat mushroom head. He knew he was close so he pulled me off and held my face in front of his and launched a wad of spit right on my lips which I hungrily licked and swallowed, thanking him before he ordered me out of the truck. "Strip" he commanded. I quickly complied. "get on your hands and knees right here in the dirt, faggot". I never heard him sound so angry and turned on. I hit the ground so fast I thought I had injured myself. "fuck yeah, let me see that hairy pussy hole", he sounded so mean and I loved it. He was going to use me. Use me all up for his pleasure and I wanted to be his good fuck hole. My body was aching for his big cock, my back arched involuntarily in an effort to give my straight god better access. I heard him spit and was immediately filled with his hard cock. the pain was blinding but paled in comparison to the relief I felt from finally getting stretched wide open by this straight, hung man. He owned me from then on and he knew it. He started thrusting deep, bottoming out in my hole. The mild discomfort of having his cock probe me deeper than any man ever has wasn't enough to dare attempt to slow his fucking or to make his thrusts more shallow. No, I was gonna take him however he wanted to me to have him. My yelps of pain and pleasure echoed across the empty fields surrounding us. I absorbed it all. the gritty earth beneath my knees, his sweat dripping from his tight abs to my arched back, his flared dick head leaving and then re-entering my hungry hole, his big low hanging bull balls slapping against mine. I was in heaven. I had lost track of time when I felt him grab my shoulders and fuck me even deeper than before. My screams of pain dissipated into the cool night air. After several of his deep thrusts he erupted, depositing his straight seed in a part of me that no man has ever felt. "FUCK! Goddamn Alex that was the best fucking orgasm of my life!" he pulled his softening cock from deep within my body. I shudder and realize that I'd kill to feel that pain again. "Too bad it's over" I say, still catching my breath. "What do you mean?" he gave me a devilish smirk, "I have some plans for us".
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(This is fictional for the most part). Part 1 I took the day off to get some errands done and was eating some lunch when the doorbell rang. I had a hard on from watching some porn while eating lunch so I quickly regained my composure and went through the garage since I saw it was a lawn service truck in the driveway. I opened the door and the guy said hi and was pleasant enough, looked at his paper and asked if I ordered a service, I told him I cancelled that order because of the lawn looked and he rolled his eyes and said that this was the fifth time this happened. I explained to him that I talked to a person in the office and told them about the lawn and that the lawn service wouldn’t be needed. So he asked me to show him around which I did. He was heated. He then called his boss to see if he could do another treatment and was told no, which aggravated him more. We kept talking he looked at his watch and said, now I have 3 hours to waste until my next appointment. I asked, did you eat lunch? He said not yet, I said I made some and have plenty, if you want to come in and have some that would take a few minutes away from your time. He hesitated then accepted. We went inside and I offered him a soda or beer, he took the beer, I had one too, made him a plate and served him. He happily ate it and we chatted, I offered him another beer and more food, he had both. An hour passed and he said he should go, I said you can hang out if you like, I was just chillin anyway, want another beer I added? He thought for a few seconds and replied sure, why not. He was kinda rough looking, handsome in a rough way. Hands were rough from work, messy blond hair, early 50s, thin, furry from what I could tell, nice body under the clothes, straight as far as I knew. I took his plate and I turned on the TV and moved to the couch. He followed with is nearly empty beer. He then asked me if I wanted another, I laughed, and said sure. He came back with another for himself too. He sat next to me and we watched TV for a few. He started questioning me about the house, I answered, then he asked for a tour, I showed him around the upstairs, I was kinda nervous to show him the basement, I had a sling and toys in a cabinet. He then asked, if there was a basement, I said yes, he asked to see it, I said sure, what do I have to lose, I brought him down, I only turned on a couple lights. He looked around and then noticed the shiny chains in the corner. He asked, what’s this, I chuckled nervously, nothing really. My ex and me used to play down here and host parties once in a while. Ex he asked? Yes his name was Jack, now thinking he would leave. He said, Jack, Jack the leather guy? I said yes, you know him? He said, yep, I came to a few of your parties he chuckled. I laughed nervously. He then said, those were fun, too bad you don’t host anymore. No need to anymore I replied, and yes they were. He then looked at me and said, I always wanted to fuck you. You knew me then, he said yes, I used to just observe as he would get you in the sling and the guys would fuck you. He always wanted them to fuck you with condoms, what the hell was that about? Well it was his party and I was his boy. I always asked for BB and he would always say his boys don’t get barebacked. He found someone younger and left me. I could see the bulge growing in his work pants. I needed a taste. I then asked him, so you were the guy in the vest and chaps in the corner? He said yes. With that, I walked over, turned on the lights, illuminated the sling and all the toys, I reached into a drawer, pulled out a collar, walked to him, dropped to my knees and looked up at him and asked, would you like to own me sir? I would boy he replied, I only fuck bareback boy, I unzipped his pants and looked up and said, yes sir and took his cock down my throat. His cock engorged my throat; it was fat as a beer can and about 9 inches long. I fucked my throat moaning what a good boy I was. Then told me to get off his cock. I did as I was told and then he ordered me to strip him, which I did. Then told me to strip, which I did. Then he collared me. If I fuck you today, you’re mine forever. I looked up and said, yes sir. He then walked over and got out the electric trimmer and shaved my head. Once he was done, he leaned in and said, I like my boys bald, understood, yes sir I replied. He kissed me and told me he wanted me for the longest time but thought I was gone. He then ordered me to get in the sling. He locked me in. then shaved my ass. He looked at me and asked, what do you want boy; I want you to own me sir. What else do you want? I want you to mark me as yours. What else? I want to give my body and soul to you, mouth and ass, be your dump, urinal and anything else you want. A big evil smile came across his face and he said good boy, I want you too. You will be mine and do as I say. I will love you and take good care of you but you will be my boy and do as your told as well. This is your last chance, no going back after we fuck today, is this what you want? I replied yes sir. He opened the cabinet and pulled out the lube, started to lube his cock and his fingers, slowly fingering my hole. His rough fingers scratching this inside of my ass. I was loving it. He looked at me, asked, this is the last time, no way out, you ready? I replied yes sir please fuck me sir. With this I felt the head of his cock pushing into my hole. Moaning in pain, he leaned in and kissed me and rammed deep all nine inches. Take it like a man he kept repeating. Once he started a rhythm, he kept repeating your mine boy; I’m your maker. Be my maker sir. When I said that I could feel him expand in me. He then said, I’m gonna flood you with cum, you ready? You ready for my aids infested babies? I replied, yes yes, oh wait, what!? He just kept fucking me harder and kissed me. I could do nothing, he felt great pounding my ass, I submitted my all to him, please fuck me sir I said, he pushed all the way in me and screamed out, pumping me full of his cum. He fucked me more and pumped another load in me. Both of us were covered in sweat. He slowly pulled out and I felt a blast of cool basement air flood up my hole. I have to finish my appointments, and then I will be back to fuck you again later baby boy. Btw, I might bring a bud or two tonight, but I want to know I knocked you up, so until you test positive you cant take any other loads. So if they fuck you, it will be with a condom, but we will keep it for your coming out party…. He left me locked in the sling. When will you be back I yelled out, at 7 my son he replied…. So here I wait, tied up and wanting him more.
