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would love for thomassdca to tell the love story leading to his conversion. 

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Chapter 4: The Worst Possible Time

                Ch. 4: Pt. 1

                It wasn’t very hard for him to pack since Daniel was strict with his money and didn’t have a lot to pack. His coworkers, and what friends he had in Utah, were sad to see him go though none were surprised when they told him. Besides the occasional beer, he never hung around any of them. When he came back with the news that he had landed one of the jobs in Chicago that he was interviewing for, they all noticed that he seemed happier than he was before he left. Whatever had happened over there, they all felt that it was for the better and they were all happy that he finally seemed happy.

                After packing his few things, Daniel hopped in his car and headed East. Having done the drive a few times since he moved to Utah, it wasn’t that hard to repeat the trip again (except this time he would be driving to Northern Illinois instead of Southern Illinois.) It was a twenty-one-hour drive, and he decided to stop in Omaha, Nebraska and spend the night before continuing East the following day.

                When Daniel got to his hotel in Omaha, he called Jeremy who picked up after the first ring.

                “Hey, Dan! How’s the trip going?”

                “Pretty good. Nebraska’s still the most boring state to drive through ever. Honestly, it’s not like they’re even trying to attract people to live there.”

                “Yep, I’ve only been through there once, and I was bored to tears. And I wasn’t even driving.” They laughed a little before Jeremy’s tone changed, “So, umm… how are you feeling? … Health-wise.”

                “Oh… that…. I seem fine. I was a little sore when I got out of my car earlier to get gas, but I’m sure it was just the fact that I was sitting down for so long.” He told Jeremy, but a part of him knew he had never felt that sore while driving before.

                “Hmm… Ok. Well, if you start feeling sick make sure to stop somewhere and call me. I can meet you somewhere and help you drive if you need to.”

                “Oh, I’m sure it won’t come to that.”

                “Ok. I’m sure you’ll be fine. You’re only what? Eight hours away, now?”

                “About.”

                “Ok. Well, be careful, get a good night’s rest, and text before you leave.”

                “Will do. I love you, Jeremy.”

                “I love you too, Dan.” They said their goodbyes, and both of them went to sleep.

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Love it just enough  to get me going 💋🔞

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                Ch. 4: Pt. 2

                When Daniel woke up, he felt the worst he had ever felt in his life; he had a fever, a rash across his chest, and he felt like he had knives in his throat every time he tried to swallow anything. He called Jeremy immediately and told him what had happened. At first, Jeremy was panicking more than Daniel was and was about to head out the door to drive all the way to Omaha to pick him up or even catch a plane, but Daniel was able to stop him.

                “I feel like shit, but I think I can make it. I’m already so close. But I promise that if ever feel as if I’m too tired or weak to keep going, I’ll stop and call you, ok?”

                “Well… Ok, but make sure to call me every time you stop for gas to check in, ok?”

                “Ok.” They said their goodbyes and Daniel packed his things to get ready for the last, and probably hardest (at least now) leg of the trip.

                Daniel started out by stopping by a drugstore that was close to his hotel and picking up an arsenal of meds that he knew wouldn’t have him dancing anytime soon but should move the trip into the do-able end of the driving spectrum. He got ibuprofen for the fever, non-drowsy Benadryl for his rash and throat and cough drops for a cough that had begun as soon as he hung up the phone with Jeremy. He took the handful of pills and stopped by a sandwich shop to pick up some chicken noodle soup that he, rightfully, hoped his stomach wouldn’t reject. After he felt the pills had begun to take effect, he got back in his car, took a deep breath and headed East.

                As he set off towards Chicago and his new home, he realized how scared he was. Not just about traveling with this monster of a flu he was fighting off, hell, not even about the deadly, incurable virus that was probably coursing through his veins; It was his relationship with Jeremy that scared him. He had royally fucked it up last time, and it was the speed at which he did it too that added insult to his guilt. He wondered what he would do if another offer came up again. When he thought about the answer to whether he’d take it, he thought, ‘No… I think.’ And it was that ‘I think’ that terrified him. Regardless of the virus that now bound them forever, he didn’t want to hurt Jeremy again like he had. He didn’t want to hurt that bad again, either, but he still wasn’t 100% on what he would do. Even at 99%, it was that 1% that haunted him through most of the drive East.

                Daniel had been doing surprisingly well given how bad he felt while driving. He called Jeremy when he stopped and reassured him that he was fine and that, even though he was going slower than he had planned/hoped, he should be able to get up there by 7PM. It wasn’t until Daniel got roughly an hour outside of Chicago he faced a bit of trouble when three things seemed to happen at once; his fever came back, he began to feel extremely fatigued, and he felt the onset of a migraine. He immediately stopped and took three more ibuprofen. Non-drowsy or not, he didn’t want to risk the antihistamines making him any more exhausted than he already was so he didn’t even dream about taking more of them. He nearly nodded off or even fainted, as he was parked in the parking lot of the gas station he was at. He caught himself though and slapped himself before throwing a bit of water (he knew he should be drinking more of) in his face and driving off.

                Eventually, he made it to the city and the lights shined across the horizon as the sun began to set behind him. His fever was a bit better, although he was sweating, but the rest of him was fading fast. As he pulled up to the front of Jeremy’s apartment, he noticed him sitting on the stairs of its stoop. He was looking down at his phone, probably waiting on a text from Daniel telling him that he was either alright or almost there, so he didn’t notice him pull up to the curb and until he stopped his car. Daniel got out of his car and stumbled over to Jeremy before falling, almost in a dead faint, into Jeremy's arms. Jeremy held him up easily and noticed that not only was Daniel pouring sweat, but his clothes were soaked in it.

                “Baby, oh my god! Are you okay?!” Jeremy said to Daniel as he tried to get Daniel on his feet. Daniel stumbled but was eventually able to stand, if a bit awkwardly.

                “I’m better than ok. I’m home.” He said as he kissed Jeremy right there on the sidewalk. He was never a fan of PDA, but right then and there he didn’t give shit-one who the fuck saw them.

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Love makes  you amassing things and mad things to

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Amazing story so far, love it!!

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Thank you, everyone! Sorry the next chapter is taking so long. I've either been extremely busy or extremely lazy this week. lol

Ch. 5 is turning out to be pretty hot, but I don't want to start releasing it until I completely finish it. Thanks again and hang in there!

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Finally finished Chapter 5 and I will begin to release on June 18 (my birthday!) Once I've released the whole chapter, I'll have another big announcement about this story! 

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Happy Birthday, you are the one who has given us a present with you story.

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      So my week started out as a regular, non eventful, midsummer week.   The sun has been out which drives-up the heat index up, which in turn leaves me even hornier than usual, leaving me, so to speak, 'in heat,", so naturally I've been spending excessive time online looking for cock.  And the return on investment had paid off handsomely.  To put it bluntly, I've been the lucky bottom for 15 loads in the past 48 hours.   I've been in pig heaven, having DNA in my cunt for hours.
      As I'm writing this, I have a fresh load of jizz in my ass, a gift from a hairy Mexican daddy who dropped by after work because his girl won't put out.  He's a regular  fuck buddy and always gives my pig hole what it needs.  He's always quick, but honestly as a cum dump, I don't want a lot of chit chat.  I just want my top to breed my hole.  In this occasion we both got what we wanted.   He was load 15.
      I have an over active sexual appetite, and will do what ever it takes to get cum in me.   The hunt started 48 hours ago with a post on doublelist for anonymous loads.    A 24 year old tatted-up twink showed up to breed me.   It was of necessity a quick fuck as he needed to beat his wife home from work.  He gave me a nice big load from an average starter dick.  Afterwords I spent a few hours on various aps, but no one would commit to breeding me, which left me wondering "What's up with all the chat?   Do guys  want to chat or fuck?   Give up the cum men!"
      Fortunately I then received an text from a horse hung buddy of mine who wanted to whore me out in one of the two local bathhouses.  I was all in, meeting up with my buddy an hour later.   We got a room and I went straight to work on his cock.   Man I love his nine inch apple headed dick!  We deliberately opened the door as he started to fuck me, and, as expected, soon I was sucking the cock of two men who took-up the invitation, as my buddy fucked me, churning up the load the tatted twink had deposited in my ass.  
      After some time, my buddy withdrew from my ass, and encouraged the two other guys to breed my hole, each of whom did just that.  Then, using their cum for lube, my buddy when back to work on my ass.  Before long, an Asian guy entered the room, and while generally I don't often play with Asians, but as this guy had an eight inch cock, I was determined to feel it in my ass.
      My buddy and the Asian guy switched places, and the Asian guy did an impressive job on my hole, so when my buddy asked the Asian guy "Do you want to double penetrate this hairy ass?" I was more than ready.  Although orchestrating a DP is challenging, when both cocks were finally lodged in my hole it was absolutely amazing.  So amazing, in fact, that the Asian guy blew his nut within seconds of my buddy sliding into my ass.  AMAZING!   As I sucked the last drops of cum from the Asian guy's cock, my buddy finished up his nut in my ass.
      From there my bud wanted to cruise some, so I parted ways and started hunting again.   I took two more random loads, then found a bleached blonde, tatted up punk guy.   He was 27 and gorgeous.   He put me in the sling and gave me two more loads, loosing it right as his buddy walked into the room pissed that I got the loads!  Oh well!!   I went home and enjoyed knowing I had my pussy loaded up with seed from six hotties!
      The next day, horny at work, I decided to leave early and hit the other bathhouse.   I arrived and started cruising, then the red bearded cub that checked me came by.   He said he was on his break and wanted to fuck really quick.   We sneaked him back into the room and dumped a hot load in my ass within minutes of entering me.   So hot!  I took two more loads from what I suspect to be closeted married guys, yet they are always comfortable going in bare, no questions asked.  Works for me!  As I lay in my room with the door open, a hot Brazilian, sporting an amazing nine inch cock came in to give me his load.    I love how deep he goes, especially when he releases his DNA.  He looked quite familiar, so, thinking he was a repeat, he confirmed as much commenting "Yes, I remember your ass.  That's why I came back!"
      As I walked around the bath, I got a raging hard on watching two two black guys breeding.   I slipped my cock into the hole of one of the two guys, but when I explained I was mainly a bottom they both dumped a load in me.  Lucky 13!
      I went back to he room to watch some porn when an older daddy came him.  The girth on his cock was crazy.  As open as my hole was, he hurt a little.   Regardless, I gritted my teeth and took his load like a champ.  Feeling like my hole was wrecked, I just lay a bit catching my breath.  When a short blonde cub entered my room I honestly didn't expect too much, but as it turned-out he was a grower and not a shower.   I was turned on my his fat cock, and even agreed to letting him use a rubber.   As he worked my cum filled sloppy hole, I could tell he was getting close.   He paused to hit the poppers when I asked him "Don't you really want to add your cum to the mix?"   He started back fucking, then paused, pulled off the condom and quickly gave me his juice.
      Fifteen loads!  I love it.  You can be next!!!

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