From Pastor to Pozzed Hole

[aessen]

15 hours ago, Heir2012 said:

I've had a few guys tell me this could be a miniseries. I'm up for it, but I'm not funding it. Get Pornhub on the phone! 

I never considered a destination wedding, but I'll consider it. It would be hard for Lewis and Ryan to attend. I'll think about it. 

Will and Jay will forgive each other. If not in the story, on their own time. The end of 44 kinda shows a forgiveness at work. 

There is no reason why something this well crafted can’t result in a series/adaptation of sorts and cost next to nothing with today’s backed and developer access generative AI. I’m taking concepts that are stories first and adapting them into webcomics all the time with realistic 3D models. Now that ultra realistic text to video generation is here, I’m already toying around with local models that can generate high quality output of a similar nature.  

[Heir2012]

On 3/6/2024 at 11:26 AM, aessen said:

There is no reason why something this well crafted can’t result in a series/adaptation of sorts and cost next to nothing with today’s backed and developer access generative AI. I’m taking concepts that are stories first and adapting them into webcomics all the time with realistic 3D models. Now that ultra realistic text to video generation is here, I’m already toying around with local models that can generate high quality output of a similar nature.  

It would be cool to see this as a comic/graphic novel. Or the characters made real with AI. Honestly, even though I've written this, I forget a lot of stuff, including what characters look like. If anyone wants to make an attempt, I'd love to see it. 

If I had the artist skills of @JaygusherI'd create animated versions. I'm just not gifted that way. 

[Heir2012]

Hey guys,

I just wanted to post letting you know something has come up in my life that is going to consume time and energy. 

I will be posting Part 45 on time, but I'll be disappearing right after for a bit of time. As soon as I can get back, I will. I'll continue writing, bringing this story to a close, but this event/issue demands and deserves my attention. 

I know you'll understand, but I just wanted to give you a heads up. 

Thanks

- Heir2012 

[Heir2012]

Part 45: Things Are Changing...

(Will’s Perspective)

“And Peter is going with him?” I asked.

“That’s what he said,” Dom told me. “We’ll see how long that’ll last.”

Dom had just gone to see Doctor Wade and returned with a considerable amount of news. Apparently, Doctor Wade had been contacted by some medical group to travel the country and act as a medical professional for various organizations. He’d work at colleges for some of their sports teams, working closely with the athletes. He’d also work at pop-up sites in struggling communities or within sections of cities where healthcare wasn’t readily available. While anyone else would see this as being a gesture of selfless kindness, we knew better.

“He’s gonna fuck those basketball players, isn’t he?” I said.

“He’ll fuck any guy playing basketball, football, baseball, soccer, track and field, swimming… I bet he’ll see how far he can shove a golf club up some poor guy’s ass.”

“He’ll fit in,” I said. “He looks like a jock. It’ll almost be too easy for him.”

“And then he’ll find hundreds of homeless men to fuck and convert,” Dom told me. “All those men will go to him looking for an injection, and they’ll get it. It just won’t be the type they’re expecting.”

“And Peter is going with him?”

Dom nodded. “Acting as his assistant. Don’t know how he managed that, but Wade found a way. Don’t think Peter will be working the medical side of things, but I’m sure he’ll find things to do.”

“That’s a pairing I never expected,” I said.

Since Peter had been recovering at Wade’s house, they had been spending a considerable amount of time together. Sure, we all got together to fuck, our weekly orgies keeping us all as horny as possible, but Wade and Peter had found themselves together enough that something had started between them.

“Wade said he’s always been fascinated by hyperspermia,” Dom told me. “He wants to write a paper on it and thinks Peter is the perfect specimen.”

“I’m sure that’s not the only reason he’s keeping him around,” I said. The last time I saw them, I could see something in Peter’s eyes, something that I hadn’t seen in him since he first told us about his desire to fuck and be fucked by men. His hunger was intense, but it also seemed controlled now. His desire was now directed toward one person: Doctor Wade. Without us realizing, a couple had been born.

“Peter and Wade,” I said, trying out their names together. “Or is it Wade and Peter?”

“Could just call them crazy fuckers,” Dom suggested.

“I thought that was our name,” I told him. I came up behind him, wrapping my arms around his body, feeling his large, muscular form moving within my hold. Sometimes I forgot how powerful of a man Dom was. Yes, I saw his large form and could see his impressive physique, but it wasn’t until I held him close to me or had his body pressing down on me as he fucked my ass that I truly understood how impressive his body was. He was a god, and anymore, he was the only god I cared about.

“We’ll have to start placing bets,” Dom said. “We’ll see how many guys they convert and then we’ll see who out of the two of them converts more.”

“My money is on Wade,” I said. “You’ve seen that body. He’ll get all the athletes. Easy.”

“Yes, but don’t forget that Peter is the man who fucked his own student,” Dom reminded. “That man needs to be fucking someone once every day or his sack will explode.”

“I guess we’ll see who wins in the end,” I said.

A melodic tune filled the room, Dom’s phone lighting up. Doctor Wade’s name filled the screen.

“His ears must have been buzzing,” Dom said, answering. “We were just talking about you,” he said.

I watched as Dom spoke to Doctor Wade, though there wasn’t much of a conversation. Wade spoke and Dom listened. I watched as his expression changed slightly. I wasn’t able to pin down what emotion he was feeling. All I could see was that he looked determined, as if he was taking in every word and analyzing them fully.

“Thanks for calling, Wade,” Dom said. “No. I understand. It’s like we talked about. Yeah. Send it over. I’ll start it soon. Thanks.” Dom ended the call then looked at me, smiling. “That was Doctor Wade.”

“Let me guess,” I said, “the NFL just called, and they need him to loosen up the tight holes of a few tight ends.”

“No, nothing like that,” Dom said.

“Is everything alright?” I asked, starting to feel worried.

“It will be,” he said. “That was just Wade letting me know that he got back the results of some tests.”

“Tests? What tests?”

“He was just checking my T cell count,” Dom said. “Among other things.”

“And?”

“And, he says I need to start medication as soon as possible or my count will dip below 200.”

“Meaning?”

“AIDS,” he said.

The word hit me hard. Sure, growing up I’d heard the word along with HIV. There was always a fear surrounding any discussion concerning either. Now, since testing HIV+, I found myself getting hard rather than afraid when discussing HIV. It had become a freedom. It had allowed us to create a brotherhood. Hearing Dom say “AIDS” didn’t create the same effect.

“So, what are you going to do?” I asked, trying to hide the bit of fear which tightened around my neck.

“At one point,” he said, “I wouldn’t have cared. I have a lot of friends who have never started medication. Their body, their choice. I support that. I always will. They’re some hot fuckers. For myself, I always knew there would come a time when I’d have to make the choice.”

“You’re deciding to start medication?” I asked. “And that’ll make you undetectable.”

“After a bit of time,” he said. “Well, more than a bit. It’s a process.”

“And that’s what you want?”

He shrugged. “I never really knew what I wanted beyond fucking men and converting them. It’s what I lived for.”

“And now?”

“And now,” he said, “I want to make sure I can be here with you for as long as possible, even if that means my gifting days are behind me.” He stepped forward and kissed me. “Besides, that just means you’ll have to work twice as hard in my place.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, saluting him.

He kissed me again, and I could feel in his lips a smile.

My phone vibrated, a message flashing on the screen.

“We’re very popular,” I said, breaking the kiss.

“Who is it?”

“My dad,” I said. “He says they just arrived.”

Since Jay and I fucked my dad with Dom having a crack at his neg ass a short time after, my dad and Pastor Kline decided to go on a “trip” for a few days. They told their wives that they were merely two old friends catching up, comparing preaching strategies, but we knew the truth. They were going out to spend several days fucking. With Dom and my cum inside my dad’s ass and Jay and Pastor Kline’s asses swallowing my dad’s cock, we were sure he’d convert sooner or later. From the sounds of it, my dad could be Dom’s last converter should his cum trump ours and do the trick.

“You know, I never imagined my dad would be doing what he’s doing right now,” I told Dom. “It’s crazy. Sometimes I feel like it’s all a dream.”

“A good dream?” Dom asked.

I looked into his eyes and smiled. “The best dream. A dream I never could have imagined.”

“Have you ever wondered what would have happened if we had never met?” Dom asked. “I mean, if I hadn’t come to your church.”

“You mean when you stalked me?” I joked.

“Or when you accepted my invitation,” Dom continued. “You know, after you dreamed about me fucking you.”

“I still think you put a spell on me.”

“Or maybe you prayed to get into my pants,” Dom joked.

“I’m sure my life would be nothing like it is now,” I said. “I’d be single, or I’d be dating one of the desperate daughters of the women at church.”

“You’d still be a virgin,” Dom said. “You’d be jerking off to pussy until some woman managed to slip your preacher prick inside her.”

“I’d be a miserable husband, dodging questions from my mom about grandkids.” I stopped, the idea hitting me. “I could have been a dad,” I said. I thought of Jay and me with our father. I thought of Pastor Kline and Ryan. Was that something I wanted? It had been at one point, though I wasn’t sure if that had been real or just expectation.

“Do you regret not having those things?” Dom asked. There was a sincerity in his voice. I could tell he actually wanted to know.

I took the time to think.

“The man I was before I met you was the man I pretended to be,” I told him. “I pretended to be a holy man, a man who never took risks or did anything that he wanted to do because it made him feel good. I was lying to myself, but I didn’t even know it. Now, I know that that man, that version of me, is gone. You created the man standing before you.” I held my arms out, showing myself to him. He looked me over, a smile turning his lips.

“And what a fine-looking man he is,” Dom said.

“Any time you question whether or not I’m happy being the man I am now,” I said, pulling my shirt off, revealing my hairy chest and the biohazard tattoo beneath, “look at this mark over my heart.” I pointed to the tattoo, the mark Dom had given me, proving not only that he had converted me but that he claimed me as his own. “This is where my heart is now. I’m glad you came into the church that day. I’m glad I shook your hand. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have discovered who I really am.”

“And who is that?”

I unbuttoned my pants, pushing them down to reveal my erect cock tenting a stained jockstrap, one of Dom’s which carried not only his mark but also his musk. “I’m Dominic Moore’s toxic faggot.”

Dom smiled. “Prove it,” he said, undoing his pants and pulling out his hard cock. “Get me wet so I don’t tear that pretty pussy up.”

I fell to my knees and swallowed Dom’s cock, tasting his precum. I’d improved when it came to blowjobs. I could now swallow most of Dom’s cock, though I couldn’t take it all down. Still, I was far enough down his shaft that his pubic hair tickled my nose and I could smell the musk trapped around his balls.

“That’s right, faggot,” he said as I moved along his cock, my one hand reaching up and playing with his balls. “Take my dom-cock. Swallow it down. Suck the cock that infected you. Taste the cum that poisoned your body forever.”

My eyes found Dom’s biohazard tattoo right in front of me, staring me down. It was like an eye, watching me, judging me, admiring me as I worshiped at the feet of the man I had given my life over to. I wanted so much to please him. I needed to please him.

“Be careful,” Dom said, pulling his cock out of my mouth. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Only inside my faggot cunt,” I told him.

Dom put his hands underneath my arms and picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, his cock finding my ass and slipping inside. “Let’s go back to where I can really fuck you,” he said, carrying me down the hall to his bedroom. Carefully, he placed me down, keeping his cock still inside my crack.

“Please, fuck me,” I said, my hands running over my body, my chest already heaving from the rush filling me. “I need you to fuck me.”

“No,” he said, pulling off his shirt, revealing the strong chest beneath. He leaned forward, hovering over me, his looking deep into my own. “I won’t fuck you.”

I looked at him, confused.

Dom smiled. “I’m making love to you,” he said, lightly kissing me. His lips, normally strong as he attacked my own or explored my body, were delicate. The way he handled himself was different. While he continued to be strong, he was also careful, precise in his movements. He slipped his cock inside my hole, his eyes never leaving my own as he entered inside my body, filling me, completing me. Once he bottomed out he let out a small gasp. “How’s that feel?”

“Perfect,” I told him.

He kept himself deep inside my body, allowing me to adjust to his size. His body was warm, where his naked flesh touched mine almost burning. I could feel every aspect of him. Every strand of chest hair pressed against my own was felt. Every vein along his cock was known to me. This man was more real to me now than ever before. It was as if I’d only ever seen him from a distance. Now, for the first time, we were meeting.

I gasped.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

I shook my head, smiling. “No. Just the opposite. I’ve never been this happy.”

Dom smiled and then kissed me. I smelled him, taking in his scent, memorizing every aspect of it. My hands ran down his back, admiring the muscles. As I explored, his hips shifted, pulling his cock out until only the head remained inside. It felt as if every moment he wasn’t fully inside me lasted hours, even days. I needed him to fill me. My legs tightened around him, pulling him back inside.

“Someone is eager,” he said, breaking the kiss.

“I just need you inside me,” I told him. “Please, stay inside me.”

“You’ve got it,” he said, his thrusts short, keeping as much of his cock inside my body as possible.

It felt as if I’d never been fucked before. My mind spun with every kiss. My body shook from every touch he graced me with. My heartbeat matched his thrusts. I felt as if my heart would stop if he stopped. Something about this moment was different than any other moment we shared. I couldn’t understand it, but I loved it. I loved him. He knew that. We’d said so to each other. Still, in that moment, I needed him to know again.

“I love you,” I told him, his body pressed down against mine, a fiery heat filling the room, causing our bodies to sweat. The smell we created was pungent and intoxicating. I let it fill my lungs, tasting it on my lips. I smiled.

Dom smiled back. “Will…” he started, still keeping pace with his thrusts, his breathing coming in short bursts. “Will…”

“What?” I asked, feeling his cock swell, ready to flood my body with his toxic cum.

“Will,” he said, gasping for a final breath as he climaxed, “will you marry me?”

My eyes opened wide, my body shaking within his hold, milking him of his cum.

(Peter’s Perspective)

“So, he’s starting the medication?” I asked.

Wade entered the bedroom, completely naked. There was a trail of my cum leaking out of his ass. I’d already fucked him twice, filling him with so much of my cum his body couldn’t contain it.

“You know there is such a thing as patient confidentiality.”

“Yes, but it hardly means shit for us,” I countered.

Wade smiled. “Dom has decided to start medication.”

“Why?”

“Why do you think?” he asked, climbing back onto the bed. “For Will.”

“That’s romantic,” I said, thinking of the two of them. At one point, I had considered my relationship with my ex-wife to contain the same passion, the same devotion as Dom and Will had. Clearly, I’d been wrong. But I was happy for them. I watched Wade as he crawled up toward me, opening his mouth and sucking my cock inside. I wondered if there was a chance I could fall for Wade the same way Will fell for Dom. It was possible, but that wasn’t my focus at the moment. Wade loved to suck and fuck, and that’s all I wanted. I admired how his tongue played with the golden PA at the tip of my cock. Fuck, this man was gorgeous.

My phone started to ring, pulling my attention. I tried to keep my cock inside Wade’s mouth, stretching to reach my phone.

“Who is it?” Wade asked, his words jumbled as he continued to suckle.

“It’s Lewis,” I said, answering. “Hello?”

“Mr. Flanagan,” Lewis said, his voice raspy and weak. “Peter?”

“Lewis, is everything alright?”

“I think I… I think I’m… I think I’m converting,” he managed to say.

“What?” I said, jumping up in the bed, Wade falling back. “Are you sure?”

“I’m feeling really sick,” he said. “My parents are trying to take me to the hospital. If they do, they’ll find out that we’ve been fucking, and everything will be ruined.”

“Stay calm,” I told him. “We’ll figure something out.”

“Hurry,” Lewis moaned, the call ending.

“What’s going on?” Wade asked, still trying to get his mouth on my cock.

“That was Lewis,” I told him. “He thinks he converting.”

“What? Right now?”

“Sounds like it didn’t just start,” I told him, “but his parents are trying to take him to the hospital.”

“Oh shit.” Wade jumped off the bed and started searching for clothes. “Call him back and tell him that I’ll be right over. I just need to go to my office first.”

“What’ll he tell his parents?”

“Tell him to tell them that he called a doctor who does visits,” Wade said. “He heard about me from someone at school. Or maybe from Will. I don’t know. Tell him to call me and I’ll walk him through it.”

“I’ll let him know,” I said, calling Lewis back. “Wade.”

“Yeah?”

“You’ve got a giant cum stain on the back of your pants.”

“Shit!”

Wade ran to search for new pants as I called Lewis back. I thought of the day I had fucked him in my old office, taking his virginity and starting him into this toxic journey. I felt proud of him, knowing what he wants at such a young age. If he managed to get through this without his parents knowing, I had a feeling his slut days were just beginning.

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Until I can come back.........

[PozTalkAuthor]

Quite worried for you, hope you figure it all out with your life's events. 

Writing a story takes a lot of energy and if you have too many things to focus on, the result would become a story written with our ass - it's not your case, and it's not mine.

So, take your time! 

I love how it's developing anyway, hope to see you soon. 

[ijoey]

Good thoughts and vibes being sent your way. May the road raise up to meet you to make your walk easier

and see you back here soon

Joey

[RobertBottomSlut]

Great writing and I respect your dedication to this story. 

[PozTalkAuthor]

What makes it more exciting is a detail which someone might have missed due to long time from a chapter to another...

Will is Dominic Moore's 50th conversion.

A special achievement which deserves a special treatment! 

[Heir2012]

Part 46 Tonight.

We're coming down to the final chapters. There may be two, maybe three more. Not sure. 

I am strongly considering spin-offs. Some of that you'll see set up already. If there is something you want to see, let me know. I'll either work it in before this story ends (maybe temporarily) or I'll add it to a spin-off. 

I'm a dork, and I've been trying to figure out what to call the spin-offs so you'll know they are a part of this story. The best I can think of is "Story Title (A Pozzed Pastor Story)". I don't like the title, so if you can think of something better, let me know. Mainly because the spin-offs won't be following Will or Pastor Kline, and they're the pozzed pastors. 

[ijoey]

1 hour ago, Heir2012 said:

Part 46 Tonight.

We're coming down to the final chapters. There may be two, maybe three more. Not sure. 

I am strongly considering spin-offs. Some of that you'll see set up already. If there is something you want to see, let me know. I'll either work it in before this story ends (maybe temporarily) or I'll add it to a spin-off. 

I'm a dork, and I've been trying to figure out what to call the spin-offs so you'll know they are a part of this story. The best I can think of is "Story Title (A Pozzed Pastor Story)". I don't like the title, so if you can think of something better, let me know. Mainly because the spin-offs won't be following Will or Pastor Kline, and they're the pozzed pastors. 

you do you bro

[Heir2012]

Part 46: Who's Your Daddy?

(Will's Perspective) 

“I just want to fuck everything,” Lewis told us. “Actually, I just want anyone to fuck me.”

We were all at Doctor Wade’s office. Peter came with Doctor Wade. I picked up Lewis and then Dom. It was a Saturday, meaning we were alone. It had been several weeks since we got the call from Peter, telling us that Lewis had started converting. While we all knew that had been the goal, I guess we hadn’t fully prepared to jump into action once his body accepted his new poz status.

“His parents can’t find out,” I told Dom.

“Wade is on his way to help,” Dom told me.

“How is that going to make sense to them?”

“Peter told me that he’s going to say that you told him about Wade.”

“Does that make sense?”

“It’s gonna have to,” he told me.

In all the chaos, Dom and I had forgotten about his question to me. At least, it seemed as if Dom had forgotten.  

“Will,” he said, gasping for a final breath as he climaxed, “will you marry me?”

It hadn’t registered at first. In that moment, nothing felt real. He had just told me that he was going back on his medication. At one point in his life, he had been determined to ride his HIV status all the way to full blown AIDS. I suppose I had always known this. I’d read enough about chasers and gifters to know the deal. I’d seen thousands of poz videos where the men cried out, “Give me all your fucking AIDS!” It took the desire for the strain to a new level.

While I had never sought out to be poz, everyone around me had. They wanted this. They lusted after the freedom it provided. They wanted the rush knowing their cum was toxic and deadly. Yes, it gave me a rush too. I loved unloading in Pastor Kline, Peter, Lewis, and Ryan, knowing my cum could transform their bodies. I loved fucking my father, knowing just as he had given me life, I was giving him, in the eyes of many, death. My dick was a weapon, and I loved using it.

It wasn’t until Dom told me that he was going to avoid, or at least postpone, this ultimate fate that it fully set in the life I was living. And while it did scare me for a moment, I couldn’t deny the pleasure I also found within this knowledge. Dom had done his duty. The tally marks on his arms proved this. Now, it was my turn to take up the responsibility. It’s what I wanted… wasn’t it?

Could I even do what Dom did? Was it possible? Not with my job, I thought. Not living like I was, hiding in the shadows. So many of us were. Peter had escaped, but we’d seen the aftermath. It wasn’t pretty. Still, I found myself jealous of him. Many nights I’d lie awake and think about how I’d blow up my life. I imagined announcing my status as a gay, poz man in church, watching as everyone exploded in shock and awe. Maybe I’d run down to Dom, kissing him. The worst idea I had was to record Dom and I fucking just so I could “accidentally” show it during a service. This idea I scrapped quickly. Still, something inside me knew I couldn’t live in the shadows any longer.

Lewis needed to keep it a secret until he was in a better place, less dependent on his family. Perhaps in college he’d manage. He needed to distance himself from Peter so that no investigation started, possibly pulling us into the madness. Ryan was the same, though Pastor Kline would help him as much as possible. Would Mrs. Kline figure out that not only her son was gay but also her husband? I think In Pastor Kline’s wildest dreams he wanted to run off with Ryan, finding another man to fuck them both.

But what about me? What was I going to do, especially now that Dom had asked me to marry him?

We had held our breaths in the hours that followed Peter’s phone call. What would happen with Lewis? Would his parents take him to the hospital? Would Wade be able to persuade them otherwise? Was everything about to come crashing down around us?

Dom and I drove to Wade’s apartment and waited with Peter. He answered the door naked, his cock hard and leaking. It was somewhat funny watching Peter pace the room. He looked like a man waiting to see if his wife had given birth to a healthy baby. In a way, this is exactly what was happening. Peter had been the one to take Lewis’s virginity. He had been the one to pull Lewis into this life, into the desire to be poz. In many ways, Lewis was giving birth to a new phase in his life, and Peter was responsible for it. Maybe, once he’s away from his parents, Lewis will join Peter and Wade, acting as a thruple.

Hours later, Wade called us.

“He’s definitely converting,” Wade told us. “I’ve given him some medicine to help him through, though I told his parents I’d check in on him again tomorrow.”

“And they’re believing you?” I asked.

“I told them I’m a friend of yours,” Wade said. “I told them I make house calls, and I think they bought it. Just hearing your name had them trusting me immediately.”

That kind of made me sick in my stomach, the idea that Lewis’s parents trusted me, and believed I was a good man, when, in reality, I was one of the men making sure their son was going to be infected by HIV. I also hated that this idea also made me hard.

“Luckily, he doesn’t look too bad,” Wade said. “The kid will feel like shit for a few days, but it’s looking a lot like the flu. He’s lucky.”

“We all are,” I said. “That could have exposed all of us.”

“New rule,” Dom said, “no fucking anyone under the age of twenty-one. Not right now. It’s too risky.”

“I make no promises,” Peter said. “I can’t contain this cobra.” He grabbed his bulge and squeezed. “What can I say. Something about those young men just get me going.”

“Thanks for the help, Wade,” Dom said.

“No problem. I managed to suck Lewis off when his parents weren’t looking. The kid has got some delicious cum. I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s visit.”

A few days later Lewis was feeling better, but another call came through, this time from Pastor Kline.

“I just got a call from Ryan,” he told us. “He’s really sick. I think he’s converting.”

“Anything you want us to do?” we asked.

“No, we’ll be fine,” he said. “I’ve rented a room near the college. My wife wanted to come, but I told her I’d manage. His roommate thinks he has the flu, so I said I’d watch over Ryan at the motel so his roommate doesn’t get sick.”

“Let us know if you need anything.”

“We’ll be fine,” Pastor Kline said. “I’m just happy to be the one there to care for him. He is my little boy.”

Pastor Kline kept us updated. Ryan’s conversion was rougher than Lewis’s, but he managed. From what Pastor Kline told us, it didn’t take long for him to ride his son’s poz cock multiple times, milking him of the family batter. We knew Pastor Kline wouldn’t want to leave Ryan, finally having the sexual relationship with his son that he had always wanted.

Within a short time, two new members of our brotherhood joined, toxic loads building up in their youthful bodies. If their youth didn’t give them sexual energy, this new sexual drive in their bodies would, almost driving them crazy.

“I keep getting hard in the locker room,” Lewis told us. “I just want to jump on all their cocks and start riding.” His sex drive was through the roof, an issue we managed to control by regular visits to my office at the church. His parents thought he was volunteering, and he was… sort of. He was volunteering his ass to Dom and me, and we made sure to fill him up to the point of him bursting.

“I can’t wait till I get to college,” he told us after a long session of fucking. We were all on the floor, naked, covered in sweat and cum. Pastor Kline had joined us, making sure to drink down all the piss he could manage.

“You were born to be a slut whore,” Dom said, slapping his ass which had a trail of cum leaking out. “You’ll convert half the campus.”

“If I’m lucky,” Lewis said, sticking his fingers into his sticky hole and scooping out a glob of our cum. He licked his fingers. “I’m going to miss having you guys around to fuck me, though.”

“You’ll find other tops,” I said. “Trust me. You never know who wants to secretly fuck your ass.”

“From what Ryan has told me,” Pastor Kline started, “he’s already found someone near his college to fuck.”

“Another student?”

“A married man,” Pastor Kline told us. “Four kids. A controlling wife. He’s a lawyer, I think.”

“A married lawyer,” Dom said. “I like the way your son thinks. Maybe we’ll give him a weekend visit.”

“He’ll be coming up to visit next weekend,” Pastor Kline said. “He’s excited to see everyone.”

Now, here we were, in Doctor Wade’s office, all of us collected together for the first time since we fucked at Peter’s house. So much time had passed, and so many men had converted. Lewis was getting tests done along with Ryan. We’d wanted to test and see who their actual gifters were, something we hadn’t done for Pastor Kline or Peter. We didn’t care, but Ryan and Lewis wanted to know. They had managed to get samples collected beforehand, but they wanted us all together for the announcement.

“Everyone here?” a voice called from the hall. Pastor Kline and Ryan entered, another man following behind them. He was a tall man, muscular, with an intensity I’d only ever seen in Dom. Though Dom was still bigger, this other man could easily hold his own ground.

“We brought a guest,” Ryan said, motioning to the man. “This is Graham.”

Graham nodded to us, smiling. “Hello,” he said, his voice low. “I hope I’m not crashing anything.”

“That depends,” Peter said. “Are you here to fuck?”

We all laughed at Peter’s brazen question.

“I’m ready when you are,” he said. “I’m all cleaned out and ready to go.”

“You’re a bottom?” Doctor Wade asked.

“Sure am,” he said, wrapping an arm around Ryan, pulling him into his arms. “I’m a cumdump whore for this man right here.”

“That’s so fucking hot,” Peter said.

“But he will fuck you if you ask politely,” Pastor Kline said. “He’s got a great, uncut cock. I can see how he’s fathered four kids.”

“They made me the middle of a Kline sandwich,” Graham said, reaching out and grabbing Pastor Kline’s ass. “Never thought I’d fuck a pastor’s ass.

“Tell me about it,” Dom said, grabbing mine.

Ryan told us about how he and Graham had met, Ryan getting an internship at the office where Graham worked.

“I noticed Graham straight away,” Ryan said. “I got hard immediately, but I tried not to be obvious.”

“He didn’t do a good job,” Graham told us. “I saw him checking me out, so I worked to give him something to look at.”

“You’ve never seen an ass like his in gray dress pants,” Ryan said.

“Finally, I cornered him in the copier room,” Graham said. “It was like something straight out of a porno.”

“I fucked his ass right there,” Ryan said. “I pressed his face down on the copier as I flooded his ass.”

“I’ve got the scan hidden in my desk,” Graham said. “You can see my eyes rolling back in my head.”

They told us about fucking in Graham’s office while he was on a Zoom call, how they fucked in his bed, almost getting caught by his wife.

“It just makes the sex hotter,” Graham said. “I love riding Ryan’s cock on my wife’s side of the bed.”

“He also likes to wear her thongs when I do,” Ryan said. “Hugs his ass just right.”

“What kind of lawyer are you?” I asked.

“I work a lot with divorce cases,” he said.

“We’ll be talking later,” Peter said. “I’ll fuck you while we figure out how to best drop my ex-wife.”

“Sounds good,” Graham said. “I heard about you. I’m excited to see just how much cum I can milk out of those balls of yours.”

“Calm down, everyone,” Doctor Wade said, returning to us, papers in hand. “I’ve got the results.”

“Tell us,” Peter said. “Tell us who their daddies are.”

“Well, not just them,” Doctor Wade said. “I tested you, too.”

“Me?” Peter asked.

“Thought I might as well,” Wade said. “Some of the samples I collected after you converted I sent away weeks ago. I just saved the information.”

“And?”

“Well,” Wade started, “Looks like Dom can add another tally to his arm if he wants.”

“Who?”

“Lewis,” Wade said.

Lewis looked at Dom and smiled.

“Told you I was going to make your ass mine,” Dom said. “You rode my cock like your life depended on it.”

“And I want another go,” Lewis told him.

“And what about Peter and Ryan?”

“Well,” Wade started again, “looks like Peter and Ryan are brothers with Jay.”

The room was silent, everyone turning to look at me.

“Congrats, Will,” Doctor Wade said. “It’s triplets.”

“Me?” I asked, looking at them all. I couldn’t believe it. First, I found out I was the one to poz Jay, and I’d only started to get over that shock. While he and I were on speaking terms, we were still working to smooth out the issues that remained between us. But now, I was also the gifter to both Peter and Ryan. I looked at them, seeing two strong, sexy men. Men who I fucked. Men who I bred. Men who I infected with my toxic cum.

My cock became hard.

“Maybe I should give my hole to him first,” Graham said, eyeing me. “Sounds like his cock gets the job done.”

“Congrats, babe,” Dom said, kissing me. His hand rested on my chest, right over my heart and my tattoo.

“Thanks for the charge, daddy,” Peter said, winking at me.

“Don’t call me that,” I told him, laughing. “You’re older than I am.”

“Just think,” Peter said, grabbing his crotch, massaging his bulge, “all the asses I infect from now on are all because of you.”

“Not just me,” I told him. “Because of Dom.”

“That’s true,” Pastor Kline said. “We wouldn’t be here without Dom.”

Everyone cheered for him, Dom’s face growing red from embarrassment. “Thank you. Thank you. I work hard at fucking lives up.” He looked at me, his smile fading slightly. “With that said, I’d like to announce that I will be officially hanging up my gifter title.”

“What do you mean?” Ryan asked. “You’re not gonna fuck anymore?”

“Fuck no,” Dom said. “Of course, I’m gonna keep fucking. You can’t stop me. I mean, come on, have you seen Will’s ass.”

They laughed.

“No,” Dom said, “what I mean is that I’ve started on medication that will, after some time, make me undetectable.”

“Why?” Lewis asked.

“Because I’ve been gifting long enough,” he said. “And while I love it, there’s someone I love more.” Dom kissed me, holding me close. “I want to be here for a long time, and if medication allows that, and allows me to keep fucking all of you, then it’s what I want.”

“Which means,” Doctor Wade said, looking at Lewis, “that you will be the last ass Dom converts.”

“Wow,” Lewis said. He looked at Dom, smiling. “Thank you, sir. I’m honored.”

“You better be,” Dom said. “I’m expecting you to convert dozens of men with that ass of yours.”

“Oh, I will,” Lewis said. “No one will be able to stop me.”

“But my legacy lives on,” Dom said, looking at us all. “It isn’t just what’s here.” He ran his hand along the tally mark tattoo. “It’s everyone here. You’re all a bunch of fucked up fuckers who can’t stop fucking, and those are the kind of men I want carrying my strain forever.”

“We won’t let you down,” Peter said. He looked from Dom to me. “Either one of you.”

“And with that said,” Dom continued, “there is another announcement to be made.”

“Another announcement?” Pastor Kline asked.

“Did your dad convert?” Peter asked me.

“Not yet,” I told him. “Jay has been riding our dad’s cock almost every day, so it’s only a matter of time.”

“Jay and your dad,” Pastor Kline said, massaging his own bulge. “Now, that’s a sight to see.”

“It’s about us,” Dom said, still holding me close. “I asked Will to marry me.”

Everyone was silent, their eyes growing wide.

“You proposed?” Peter asked.

“I thought you told me you weren’t the marrying type,” Doctor Wade said, smiling.

“I wasn’t,” Dom said. “The only thing I lived for was fucking and converting men. That’s all I ever wanted to do. That’s all I ever thought about. I was a walking biohazard sign, ready to infect, ready to convert neg holes into toxic cumdumps. But then, I met Will, and things changed. I fucked him because he’s hot, because he’s a pastor and I loved the idea of corrupting him.”

“Which you did,” I said.

“Which I did,” Dom continued. “And I really thought that would be the end of it. A poz gay man fucks and converts a straight pastor. Sounds like bad porn, but I did it. And I kept doing it. I kept coming back to Will, again and again. And he kept coming back to me.”

I watched as Dom spoke. I remembered the dangerous animal I had seen in him when he fucked me, converting me. While that part of him still existed, I now saw something different in him. Just like the night he proposed, I saw someone capable of delicate, passionate love, a love he wanted to give to me. And only me.

“That voice that’s been in my head,” Dom continued, “that voice that tells us to fuck, to hunt down men to convert, it brought me to Will. After him, the voice started to change. At first, it tried to pull me away from him, but, after time, the voice fell silent. Instead, I heard a new voice. Will’s voice. Before I knew it, Will was a part of my life. Before I knew it, Will became my life. I couldn’t imagine my life without him. I love him, and he loves me. He was no longer the pastor I corrupted. He was the man who entered my life and made me want to continue living as long as possible.”

I saw tears in Dom’s eyes, and I realized that I had never seen Dom cry before. He’d seen me, though most of that was because his cock threatened to tear me open every time he fucked me. This was different. Dom wasn’t the mythical man, the poz top fucking and converting every man he met. No. Dom was different now. Somehow, he was stronger now than ever before.

“But what did you say?” Peter asked, looking at me.

I smiled. “I said yes.”

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A bit sappy, but I couldn't help it. 

More to cum. 

Edited March 24 by Heir2012

[ijoey]

a huge massive load this morning alone in bed while my wife is gone

[PozTalkAuthor]

Oh fuck! This is a wonderful story, I'm aware it's coming to an end maybe but it took almost 2 years effort, for you.

Maybe it's because I love this kind of stories where you can find sex (plenty of it) together with emotions and everyday life... We are humans, after all; and a story where characters are just sex machines IMHO doesn't seem realistic.

[J-raw]

I'm interested to see how Will handles his career going forward. At times I picked up darkish tones of Corruption in this series. 

[Heir2012]

11 minutes ago, J-raw said:

I'm interested to see how Will handles his career going forward. At times I picked up darkish tones of Corruption in this series. 

I'm interested to know what you mean exactly. Can you send me a message explaining? I might integrate whatever it is you're seeing.