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    • By budapest
      Let me tell you about myself quickly. My name is Josh I am 20 years old, ladies man, athletic and a student at the local University. Until two weeks ago I would have said I was a straight lad who loved fucking women and was not gay at all!
      Between studying and working I don't have much time left for exercising, so my evening jogs had become a welcome routine and somewhat relaxing distraction.
       
      So as I jogged along the path at my local park, I thought I saw someone walking the opposite direction as me on the other side, its not unusual to see people in the park at this time of the evening so I thought nothing of it, and besides I lost sight of them as I rounded a few trees.
       
      Deciding to finish my jog with a 100 metre sprint I headed towards the public toilets at a furious pace.
       
      Panting heavily and out of breath I reached the public toilets, deciding then to take a piss and refill my water bottle.
       
      The toilet was dimly lit inside and to my surprise I was not alone, there was a older man using one of the two urinals.
       
      Looking up he acknowledged me and said "Evening lad, been running have you?"
       
      I nervously stepped up next to him with sweat running from my brow, unzipping as I replied, trying to keep my eyes on the wall in front of me. "Yes, thanks"
       
      "I'll bet you're thirsty boy"
       
      I looked over unsure what he meant, his tone different, more authoritarian.
       
      "Yeah I-"
       
      I broke off my reply, my eyes had looking down to his hands, which were shaking off the last few drops of urine from his cock. But more than that, he was stroking it, and what a cock it was. It must have been around 8 inches long,  thick with an angry dark purple head.
       
      I was lost for words and forgot completely about my need to piss, I just stood still with my dick in my hands... 
       
      "I'll bet your real thirsty boy, I have got something for you" his tone definitely had a strong in control edge to it. 
       
      Suddenly he raised his voice slightly and said "You little faggot, you've been staring at my cock and you're getting hard!"
       
      I snapped out of my trance staring at his cock, eyes flicking between my hardening dick, 6 inches when fully erect, and his manly cock.
       
      "I'm not gay!" I hastily replied. 
       
      "Like fuck you aren't! Your mouth is watering at the sight of a real mans cock!" and with that he reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling it towards his  own thick cock.
       
      I could have resisted but for some reason I didn't, partly in shock I allowed myself to be led by him. My fingers instinctively wrapped around him as best they could naturally. His cock felt warm, solid and heavy.
       
      "I knew you were a fag" he then stated, "get on your fucking knees".
       
      There I was holding a cock in my hand, a cock that for the first time in my life, wasn't my own. A cock to someone who looked more than twice my age, and my own cock was strangely rock solid.
       
      I slid to my knees, confused but unable to resist. I had this overwhelming feeling that I wanted this.
       
      My hand began to stroke his cock, feeling it hardening even more and becoming ever firmer, heavier, fuller.
       
      "Open your mouth slut" as if they were the magic words my mouth fell open,  my mouth watering instantly.
       
      I was given no warning, nothing could have prepared me for what happened next. He grabbed my head and rammed his hard throbbing cock into my mouth. This wasn't to be a blowjob, this wasn't going to be sexy, like one of the blowjobs my girlfriend had given me. No it was forceful, powerful, I was being facefucked like a slut.
       
      I gagged as his cock hit the back of my throat, I tried to pull away. His hands held my head firmly, his cock pulling back only to thrust again.
       
      I could taste the pre cum from the end of his cock, and the manly taste of a hot warm cock.
       
      All of a sudden he thrust deep into my throat, holding my face tight to his crotch as I struggled weakly against him. My throat convulsing and gagging.
       
      "God that feels amazing you little slut, you were born for this"
       
      My head felt like it was about to explode, his thick cock was stopping any air from getting to my lungs. Finally just before I felt I would pass out he pulled it out, strings of sticky saliva hanging from his cock and my mouth.
       
      "Work it fag boy"
       
      I looked up at him, kneeling on a dirty public toilet floor, with his cock at my lips and tears in my eyes having just been used. I felt dazed, like I was in a dream. But my own cock was so hard.
       
      I started kissing the head of his cock before parting my lips slightly and letting the head slip back into my mouth. I wanted to make this stranger cum, I did not know why but I wanted to give him a good blowjob. 
       
      I began bobbing my head, trying to take him further each time, my hand working his shaft while my other cupping and massaging his balls.
       
      For a time the only sounds to be heard were my slurping as I messily sucked my first cock, and his grunts and moans.
       
      "Here it comes fag boy" his cock swelling in my mouth. His hands grabbing my head again as he began thrusting faster, more frantically.
       
      At this point I panicked. I'm not sure if it was the realisation of what I was doing and the fact a stranger was about to cum in my mouth, or that I realised I would be truly a faggot if I tasted his cum.
       
      Either way it was now pointless, he grinned down at me while I struggled, holding my head tight. His thrusts became shorter and harder.
       
      Then he exploded in my mouth. Hot sticky, gooey and foul tasting cum. Those are the only words I can think of to describe it, my mouth was quickly filled, what with the huge cock and increasing amounts of his cum there was not much room and his cum began dribbling out of my mouth as he pulled out, forcing my jaw closed.
       
      "Swallow it faggot." He ordered as his last few spurts of cum hit my face, and he rubbed my face with his cock painting it like a cheap whore.
       
      I swallowed his cum, it slid down the back of my throat, which was sore from such rough use. I coughed as I swallowed, bringing the flavour flooding back into my mouth.
       
      He pulled his softening cock back into his pants and half slapped my face, "thanks cock sucker, be here the same time tomorrow."
       
      As he walked out I looked down there was a small pool of my cum on the floor between my knees and my cock was still hard but constantly dripping.
       
      I ran my hand across my face, covering it with the strangers cum, and didn't hesitate to lick it, to taste it again, this made my own cock drip even more and I promptly lowered my hand to my cock and stroked it using the strangers cum as lubricant. It did not take 20 seconds before I was bucking my hips as I shot my load at the surreal event that just happened and the smell of cum and cock that filled my nostrils were a added stimulas. 
       
      Heading home with a belly full of a strangers cum I felt weirdly liberated, happy that I had finally found my purpose in life as a cock sucker. 
       
      Thank you for reading this story and please check my other stories in other categories, if you enjoy them leave a comment or hit the like button. 
      Many thanks! 
    • By budapest
      My hands tapped anxiously on the steering wheel as I pulled off the motorway. I had met Josh through myCircle.tv a few weeks earlier. I had originally hoped to find a girl to hook up with (or at least fool around with), but alas, it was almost entirely guys on there. Luckily, Josh and I had come across each other and both talked about how we hadn't been laid in months. He lived several hours away, his roommate was gone for the weekend, so I suggested we get together and watch porn. He instantly agreed and gave me his address.
       
      I was a bit nervous, unsure of what to expect. I had only masturbated once before with another guy, I was much younger then, and even then it had only been once. We hadn't really talked about it, just kind of skirting around the subject. From the way he had talked, he seemed at least open to the idea, but I couldn't be completely sure.
       
      I had brought the few porn movies I owned; that I had bought in a porn shop a few years ago in Amsterdam, and a third that I had downloaded from the Internet. Josh had said he had a few movies, so I figured we were set.
       
      With some difficulty and nervousness, I finally arrived at the address. I knocked on the door and waited. After a few moments, Josh opened the door and invited me in. He was shorter than me, maybe 5' 9" compared to my 6' 1", but he was leaner than me, his muscles more well defined. He was wearing shorts and a white t-shirt. He showed me around his place and we finally sat down on the couch in the living room, the middle cushion empty between us. After a few awkward moments of silence, I suggested we start watching some porn.
       
      We started with one of Josh's movies. It was pretty good, got me nice and hard. We made small chit-chat about the movie, how hot the porn was, how hot and sexy it had been, etc. 
       
      Josh was rubbing his dick through his shorts and I could see a pretty sizeable bulge there. He caught me eyeing him, but didn't say anything. His eyes went down to my crotch, where my own hard-on was pressing against my jeans.
       
      "Dan, I can't believe I'm so hard already," Josh said. "It usually takes me a few minutes to get warmed up."
       
      I suggested that maybe that we hadn't been laid in such a long time due to the lockdown it wouldn't take as much to get us aroused.
       
      "I just didn't want you to think I was getting turned on by you, or something," Josh murmured. "I figured you'd kick my ass because you thought I was coming on to you."
       
      I laughed. "Nah, it's cool. I'm hard as a rock too."
       
      "Really?" Josh leaned over and looked closely, pretending he hadn't glanced at it earlier. I adjusted my hips up to put maximum pressure on my jeans, making the bulge as big as possible. He kept his eyes focused on it for a good minute or two, during which I absent-mindedly rubbed my cock. Josh did the same.
       
      As the next movie played and before the first scene ended, Josh was now looking down at my crotch every few seconds, almost more than he was looking at the TV. I could tell he wanted to start stroking but was too shy to do so. In an uncharacteristically bold move on my part (I'm normally pretty reserved), I said, "Well Josh, I need to get off."
       
      The words hung in the air, unanswered for a moment. "Yeah, me too," he finally replied. He slid his hand into his shorts and began to awkwardly stroke his dick, not even unbuttoning his shorts first.
       
      "Well you can do it that way, but I'm gonna do mine out in the open." I stood up and took off my shirt. Without a moment's hesitation, Josh stood up and did the same. We stood there, looking at each other shirtless. My boldness suddenly evaporated as I waited for Josh to pull his shorts off. "Well are you going to do it?" I asked.
       
      "You first."
       
      I paused. "How about at the same time?" I offered.
       
      He considered for a moment. "Alright."
       
      "On three. One, two, three."
       
      We both dropped them at the same time and immediately stared at one another's cocks. His looked about the same length as mine, maybe a hair shorter, but definitely thicker. His balls hung low and were surprisingly big, but then again, so was his dick. We didn't say anything and just sat back down on the couch and began stroking. The TV might as well have been blank, because we were watching each other. A minute later, Josh leaned over the side of the couch and pulled out a bottle of oil. He poured some out on his dick and rubbed it in. He asked if I wanted any. I said I did.
       
      Now it was Josh's turn to be bold. He leaned over and squirted it on to my dick and then, without even asking, he gripped my cock firmly and stroked me, spreading out the oil nice and evenly. Once he was satisfied that it was on evenly, he gave my dick one final, slow, and agonizingly pleasurable jerk and let go. He went back to stroking his own dick, while I tried to catch up with what the hell just happened. Not to be outdone, I said, "You missed a spot." I began stroking his dick, not even bothering with the pretense that I was spreading lube on it.
       
      He scooted over on the couch, the sides of our asses and legs touching now. He began stroking my dick while I jerked his. It was incredible. We were both not experienced, but we both new what to do and it felt so good and so right. Josh was giving me a better handjob than most women I would normally hook up. It was feeling so epic.
       
      I started to notice that Josh's dick was getting a bit softer. I assumed it was because he was focused on me and I wasn't doing a very good job, but it was so hard to concentrate with him jerking me off. Eventually I just relaxed my arm and twisted my lower body to give him better access. He kept on, gripping my cock with just the right firmness, moving at just the right speed. 
       
      After only a few minutes, I came. My cock exploded, shooting a huge spurt of cum up Josh's arm, all the way to his bicep. Most of my cum wound up on his hand and arm, but Josh didn't seem to mind. After I caught my breath, Josh stood up to get a towel. His flaccid, but still sizable dick hung down, and I saw that his stomach and groin were covered in cum. Confused, I looked at the hand I'd been stroking him with, and it, too, was covered in cum. I'd been so into Josh's jacking me off, that I didn't even noticed he'd cum!
       
      After we cleaned ourselves up, we went into the kitchen and got some lunch. There was something really erotic about going about things casually, even though we had just jerked each other off and were still completely nude.
       
      We eventually went back into the living and resumed our activities. We wound up jerking each other three or four more times, each time getting a bit more adventurous and trying different positions, holding our cocks together and rubbing them which felt amazing we both agreed, playing with each other's balls also,etc. 
       
      Later in the day, after we had once again recuperated and were watching yet another porn movie but one with bi influence, Josh asked me if it would freak me out if he could give me head. I said that I wasn't really interested in giving him head (it seemed like a step too far for me), but I told him he was free to suck mine if he wanted to. I figured he would say forget it, but to my surprise, Josh immediately leaned over and began sucking me off.
       
      He was actually really pretty good at it, good enough that I wondered later if he'd ever done it before. Regardless, he licked and sucked my cock, hitting the right spots at the right times. His hands cradled my balls, massaging them gently. He couldn't take my dick in very far, but he definitely made the most of what he could do. I stroked his dick with one free hand while he blew me. It didn't take long before I had to cum again, and though I figured I had already cum so much that day that there wasn't much left, I still gave him the courtesy two-minute warning. He kept right on sucking. Not sure that he heard me, I repeated myself, this time louder, "I'm going to cum!" Josh didn't even pause.
       
      I came into his mouth, shooting more than I would have thought possible, nearly as much as I had the first time earlier that day. Josh sat up, wiping his mouth. "I'd always wondered what cum tastes like."
       
      "And? I asked"
       
      He shook his head. "Nasty, sweet, sticky and also salty."
       
      I laughed and he got up to get some water. When Josh came back, I had changed my mind. I leaned over and immediately began sucking him. I ran my lips up and down his shaft, sliding my tongue on the underside of his dick, just beneath the head. I had no idea what I was doing and before I could even get the hang of it, he was cumming. Not wanting to swallow, I pulled his cock out of my mouth, and just in time. I hadn't even stroked it once and his cock begun spurting out a ton of white hot cum all over both our stomachs, groins, and my face.
       
      "How did you cum that much? You've gotten off like five times today!"
       
      "Dan, you came just as much he laughed."
       
      Thoroughly exhausted, we both lounged around for awhile and watched TV, still nude. As night fell we both agreed that we had enjoyed our first Jerk off buddy experience, I got dressed and left to head home. We both agreed we wanted to get together again very soon but that is another story....
       

       
       
    • By budapest
      I met Jack, we shook hands and he gives me a light hug and welcomes. We chatted for several minutes and I quickly became at ease. Jack was very good at getting me to loosen up and relax, Eventually he began to explain how things worked.
      "Just like the massage you might get at day spa, you take off your clothes, lay face down on the table, and you can put a towel over you if you wish to hide your modesty. It's completely optional here. I'm usually undressed as well unless that makes you uncomfortable, and I'll start with a nice soothing massage of your legs and feet. I'll then move up to your back. After we are done with your back side, you will roll over and we will do your front. It's very similar, but hopefully a little more erotic and sensual.”
      By the way, it's completely OK if you get aroused. I know most men fear this the most and end up being tense the whole time. For an erotic massage, it's natural that you may get aroused. Just don't worry about it at all. You are supposed to feel that way.
      I am now starting to get excited but still apprehensive. I take my clothes off and lay face down naked. I look up and see he has stripped down to his underwear.
      He starts with a pretty deep massage on my back and neck using just a little bit of sweet smelling oil. He finds some knots quickly and I start to moan, as it is great and I really start to relax. He then moves to my head and he leans in a bit and blows in my ear, which sends a shiver down my body.
      He then moves on to my legs and feet, which relaxes me and gets my dick to relax from its semi-hard state. Eventually he starts to work up my thighs to my inner thighs
      "Is it all right if I remove your towel," Jack said. I thought for second, and then said, "Sure." Jack must have already seen my cock and balls with my legs spread, so what difference did it make?" I thought and as his hand starts to gently brush my balls, as if by accident, which starts the engorgement of my penis all over again. He then starts working my buttocks and occasionally starts lightly stroking my ass hole which gets me fully hard. He takes his time on my ass, and I notice he is starting to lean into me on the table and his penis is clearly semi hard as well, 
      He stops for a moment and I hear the sound of him lowering and tossing his underwear to the side.
       
      When he begins to work again I discover he is now working almost exclusively on my ass hole. Suddenly he leans over the table more and I feel this amazing feeling in my ass opening and realise he is rolling his tongue around my ass hole like he was eating an ice cream cone on a hot day. I didn't think it was possible but I getting even harder and more sexually excited and I start to moan and groan all at once. I lose my grip in my concentration, my whole world, seems to be centred on the amazing sensations pulsing from his tongue in my ass throughout the rest of my body!
      After what seemed like an eternity, but was really probably only a few minutes, he pulls his mouth away and I feel a cool gel being applied to and also a little bit inside my hole. I then feel him start to push a finger in, slowly at first, and then a little faster and deeper.
      As I am a complete novice at this being a straight guy, I start to panic a bit, but then my pure lust takes over and I again start to moan like a cheap whore trying to excite a client. "I find myself begging him and he complies, but slowly and methodically. Oh my god, please do more. I really love that! Please do more" I practically yell at him, and he just giggles to himself and says, "don't worry lover, we will get there". OMG, I sound like a chick, and well I guess it's kind of like that.
      He slows his actions down a bit and returns to rubbing my arse cheeks, lower back and upper thighs, and I relax a bit, but remain really confused and still so excited.
      My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of a warm gel going on and into my hole again. I was so excited that I had no hesitation although having someone's tongue and finger up there was as far as I had ever now gone. Then I felt something being inserted and I gasped as I realized he was putting.....
      "Just relax your muscles, Dan.... ungh," Jack advised as he adjusted his position on top of me.
       "Let my cock stretch your ass. It'll get used to my dick in a minute or two."
      "And...ohgawd... and then you'll pull it out?" I asked hopefully and in a hesitant state. 
      "Well... mmm... then we'll really get to business." Replied Jack
      "What does that mean?" I reply
      "That means we're going to have some real fun!"
      "Are you... going to fuck me?"
      "Just relax."
      "I... I told you I'm not..."
      "Dan, take it easy and enjoy my Cock. I told you I'm not gay either. This is just healthy sexual fun okay?"
      "Okay I... ungh... I guess." I tried to remain calm under the circumstances.
       
      "UMPH!" Jack slammed his pelvis into my ass hard. His dick rammed all the way into my warm wet hole with a loud thud.
      "UNGH!" I felt the cock invade my insides again. The full length had just been pulled out and now it was back with a vengeance. "Jack, I think you might be too... UNGH!" Again the cock plundered my ass.
      "Oh SHUHweeeeeeet Gggod!" Jack exclaimed as he pulled his hips back, readying for another plunge into my straight ass.
      "Jack... huff... please just... UNGH!" Again the dick ploughed into me. Jack was actually long-dicking me.
      "UMPH!"
      "Please, Jack!"
      "UMPH!"
      "Oh, Jack!"
      "UMPH!"
      "I... huff... UNGH!"My eyes bulged almost out of their sockets with each powerful thrust. I found my body instinctively humping my pelvis back into Jack. Was I actually fucking back? There's no way my mind screamed inside!
      "Oh... yeah, Dan, that's it. Fuck back at me baby!" Jack was astonished at the speed he was turning me out. All he could think was this guy must be a real horny to turn out so quickly.
      "Oh Fuck!" I thought out loud. It wasn't my imagination, I was actually humping back. But it was okay. All I had to do was relax like Jack said.
       
      I tried to remain calm and tell myself everything was cool. I then felt him picking up the pace, Jacks balls smacking into my ass with loud WHACKS! Thrust after thrust. He continued to grunt and hump,
      "OOF!" huffed Jack.
      "UNGH!" I grunted.
      "OOF!"
      "UNGH!"
      "OOF... this is fun isn't it, Dan." said Jack
      "UNGH... yeah... I..."
      "OOF!"
      "UNGH... I didn't think I'd like..."
      "OOF!"
      "UNGH... sex with a man, but this feels strangely nice!"
       
      I had no idea what I was exposing myself to, By allowing Jack to have his way with me, I was opening doors to a sexual bliss only known by gay and bisexual men. For a horny, straight male, this may certainly become an addiction. I may not be able to control the urge or the want to be filled by cock. But I would be in denial for a long time to come, as I undoubtedly would try to suppress my desires. At that moment though, I was letting myself go. 
      "OOF!"
      "UNGH... Jack, I'm not..."
      "OOF!"
      "UNGH... I'm not GAYooooooh!" my mouth formed a perfect "O" shape as Jack's dick hit my sweet spot in my ass. It was my prostate finally reacting to the ass pounding. My eyes crossed and my eye lids fluttered as the intense pleasure rippled through my body. Jack paused for a moment, leaving his thick dick on the special spot inside me.
       
      He reached behind me to support my back. He lifted me off the massage table and laid himself onto his own back, this time with me positioned on top. In doing so he exposed what I feared most.
      All the while, Jack kept his massive cock lodged in my ass. This guy could fuck!
      I felt like a meat skewer as Jack spun me around on his cock. When I was finally in place, I came into eye contact with with my own 7" cock which was raging hard. It stood proudly in the air, all stiff and precum oozing out of the tip.
      I had never felt my cock this hard. It was so hard it was almost painful. Then I felt Jack begin to buck his hips. Up and down, slowly at first but soon picking up his pace. I almost lost balance but reached down to steady myself by placing my hands on Jack’s chest. I found myself gyrating my hips, grinding my ass onto Jack's dick. I was stroking the length of his cock with my ass. Up and down. Up and down. We picked up our rhythm, again causing the massage table to rock and creak.
      My mind was still racing and the sensible part was screaming out... “He is turning you out!” That means turning me... turning me gay? That's what was happening here. Jack was going to fuck me gay. But was that possible? It sure looked like it. But if I turned gay, what about my girlfriend or even future girl relationships.... The part of my mind screaming slowly was being lost turned into gibberish in the sexual haze. As I fucked up and down on the thick meaty cock. I fucked so hard that my own cock slapped violently against Jack’s belly. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Precum spattered all over Jack from my leaking cock.
       
      Jack was in sexual heaven. He was lying on his back, turning me out as I was riding his massive cock. How could Jack ask for anything more?
      I slammed my ass down hard with loud whumps. WHUMP! WHUMP! WHUMP! I rocked up and down, pleasuring Jack's dick with my ass. WHUMP! And then I could feel it. WHUMP! my own cock was about to explode. But how? WHUMP! I hadn't even touched it. It was then that I realized the moment Jack's tongue had entered my ass, I had lost control of my body. WHUMP! Faster and faster. My dick continued flopping around wildly, slapping his belly. SLAP! WHUMP! SLAP! WHUMP! SLAP! WHUMP!
      As I rode, I felt my balls filling. And then it happened. My cock began spewing cum all over the place as it flopped around. It spattered onto Jack, the floor, and a direct hit sprayed onto my chest..... I screamed out loud as my cock lost all control spewing my seed.
      "Oh, Dan," Jack called out uncontrollably. "I'm going to blow my seed!"
      "Oh, Jack!" as I looked back over my shoulder as I saw he was ramming hard into my ass one last time.
      WHAM! He gave this last thrust every last of his energy he had. His massive dick reaching its hilt as it spewed into my ass and knocking me forward. My body rolled forward and with that Jack’s cock sprung out of my ass with a loud popping sound as cum continued jetting out. The heavy smell of man sex filled the room.
      Jack’s 8 inch cock was still hard and spasmed as cum continued to dribble out of the tip, as he gazed upon my body and my leaking hole. What a hot fucking mess, as Jack gazed at my ass spread out before him. Jack climbed off of the massage table and put on his shorts, his cock tenting the crotch as he tried to tuck it in.
       
      I watched as Jack was walking away to the kitchen to get some water, as I tried pulling myself up and begun pulling up my shorts. Cum dripped down my thigh as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. My ass now felt so empty... and I felt horny. But I had just been fucked by a man and I just needed to just get away.
      I was straight right? The sexual haze begun to lift and I just wanted to hide under a rock. I quickly got the rest of my clothes on and headed out the door.... Jack called out that it was only sex and “I shall be seeing you very soon again”
      I would never, ever, be the same again.....
       
       
    • By Bisub
      My first attempt at a story plus English isn't my first language, so please have some patience with me:
      ‐-------------‐---
      Part 1:
      After 10 years of practice as a general practitioner, I decided to widen the scope of my services to interesting group of people with a particular fetish - the so-called bug chasers.
      You see, I'm your ordinary MD, 36 y.o., 145 lbs at 6'0", skinny, slightly muscular build, brown hair and green eyes.
      Of course I couldn't legally operate the business and announce my services in official medical boards and bulletins. Instead, I started offering my services on various hard-core BDSM and bug-chasing web sites, offering both office and home visits to my clients.
      Having the virus for 3 years now and being, at blood type 0 the universal donor, I am always ready for assistance to those in need for a conversion.
      My first call of the day was a home visit to a desperate wife, age 30, whose man, now 32, was HIV+ for one year now, and since she was still negative and remained so after his results came back, was now more and more desperate, after their sex life was getting less and less frequent and satisfying and she was reacting particularly bad to the PrEP, he to the HIV medication.
      After some counselling in which she voiced her strong desire she can't live without him and want to share his fate, I advised her that we can infect her with one or two strains of the virus as fast as possible, so that the progress of the disease will match each others, quoting the possibility of double strain infection that we can attain by injecting her with just a tiny bit of his husband's blood (though blood type incompatible) if mine was not strong enough.
      After getting through all the risks and outcomes of such a decision and getting her consent once again, I sit on the bed close to her, put up her sleeve, choked her arm with the rubber band I took from my medical bag together with the still sterile and capped injection set, placed it into a tray next to her, took out the alcohol and a swab, swabbed her arm veins, uncapped the point, pricked myself and drew around 2ml of my blood, found her vein, asked her for one last time and, seeing her nod and looking into her eyes for one last time, inserted the blood red needle into her vein and pushed the plunger.
      I withdrew the needle, put the cotton and band aid to the injection site, raised her hand slightly and undid the rubber band.
      She reported a slight second burning sensation, which I commented as normal, repeated in short the likely future of her case and made an appointment for her HIV test in two weeks, just in case she will be asymptomatic.
      I had to hide my raging hard on I get from thinking about spreading our ranks. 
      Before two weeks time, she called me into my office to report a particularly bad case of flu symptoms. A week after her Elisa test, I was happy to inform her about her new acquired status. 
      End of Part 1.
    • By heyzeus
      I was finally going to do it. My wife Kaitey was out of town for a long weekend visiting family. I stayed home because our pet sitter flaked out at the last minute, and anyway they'd have more fun talking about old times without having to clue me in on all their old references and stories.
       
      I decided to use the freedom to finally experience gay sex. I considered myself completely straight for the first three years of our marriage. One night, though, I was jerking off to some gangbang porn and accidentally clicked on a gay scene. I watched some twink get fucked by 4 guys and my cock had never been harder. I lasted maybe a minute before shorting a huge load. I closed the window, deeply ashamed.
       
      After a few months doing everything I could to convince myself that was a fluke, I started watching gay porn regularly. I loved watching guys take big dicks. Breeding scenes soon became my favorite. I knew from that first experience that I wanted to be the one on the bottom.
       
      Before long I signed up for a gay hookup site. I said in my profile I was married and just looking to fantasize. That didn't endear me to most of the guys there, but some were cool with a horny texting relationship. 
       
      Paul lived a couple of miles away and we chatted every few weeks. He knew I was a gay virgin who fantasized about being a cum dump. Pretty soon we were explicitly talking about him breeding my ass. 
       
      This had been going on for about three months before this weekend. As soon as we agreed I would stay,I texted Paul that I wanted to hook up on Saturday. I told him that despite my fantasies, he would need to fuck me with a condom. "Of course," he replied.
       
      I woke up Saturday super excited. I was going to head over at three. A couple hours before, I got cleaned up had a drink to calm my nerves. Paul texted me to say that he couldn't host me after all. His roommate had friends over and whatever. But I was alone so how about at my place?
       
      I didn't respond right away. I was nervous about him knowing where I lived. I had another drink and decided to go for it.
       
      I gave him my address. "You'll bring condoms right?" "Of course," he replied.
       
      *****
       
      15 minutes later he pulled up in a grey f150. I answered the door in jeans and a t-shirt. No underwear but lubed. 
       
      He was mid 40s, white and fairly fit. He had more tattoos than I realized from his pics, maybe some news ones. Most of his arms were covered.
       
      My heart was pounding as I greeted him. He could tell and just said, "relax, this'll be fun." I said yeah let's get upstairs. He followed me into the bedroom. Seeing my wife's decorations made me ashamed, but the porn I had playing on tv refocused my mind.
       
      I undid his pants and pulled out his dick. Five inches and growing, I sucked it into my mouth. The first penis I'd ever sucked. I slurped and sucked. "Good boy," he said with an edge.
       
      "Get naked." I did as he said, laying on top of the duvet. He took off his clothes, too, and I got a good look at his 7" cock. His pubes were buzzed down and it seemed massive.
       
      "Larry back and spread your legs," he said impassively. I did as I was told, grabbing my legs at the knees and spreading for him. 
       
      He reached for his jeans. Good, he was getting a condom. He came back with a bottle of lube and squired some on his bare cock.
       
      Paul fingered some lube in my ass and moved towards me, grabbing my legs. "Paul, condom," I said quietly. 
       
      His only response was to grab a pillow and pull my ass on it. He pushed his raw dick into my hole.
       
      Fuck. "Paul, please, you promised."
       
      He picked up his pace. "I know this is what you want. Just enjoy it."
       
      It was true and I relented. Paul fucked my hole and called me a slut, pushing my legs back and apart. I stroked my cock, which was already coated in precum. It didn't take me long to squirt a load all over my stomach.
       
      Another wave of panic came over me. "Please pull out at least."
       
      With that he buried his penis in my asshole. He sighed deeply and I knew he was ejaculating.
       
      "You really do have a tight ass hun," he said cheerfully, his cock still all the way inside.
       
      I laughed uncomfortably and tried to squirm away. He grabbed me and said, "hang on." He thrusted a couple more times before pulling out, a stream of cum and lube running out of me.
       
      "I hope that ass is ready for more dick."
       
      To be continued.
       

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