GAME ON

[Tanbbottom]

53 minutes ago, drscorpio said:

Moderator's Note: I think I fixed it. Please check and make sure it now reads like it should. 

Perfect  ... thank you so much for your help!

[lj1987]

Seriously good start. Pls keep it cumming 

[Tanbbottom]

GAME ON (part VI)

Character review;

Alejandro: only toxic stallion

Felix: sex worker mare.

Ashley: Twink mare.

Ali: Iranian Cub mare.

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Alejandro’s thoughts: From the moment the competition started my mind was consumed by a few thoughts. 1. Who did I want to try and convert? At first, I was certain I would focus on Felix. Although I never pay for sex, I have tremendous respect for people who choose this oft misunderstood and maligned profession. To me they are the ultimate inspiration for sex positivity. To be willing to do his work with the ongoing risk of becoming poz showed his commitment to pulling out all the stops. I’d also heard he was homeless and of the three was probably the most in need of the prize money. 2. How could I not betray my poz status with an obvious display of holding back from fucking the other two? I would need to participate actively enough to not draw attention to myself yet not fuck ‘til close to midnight. My best strategy was to suck all three cocks and let them suck me a lot and hope that no one noticed. 3. Could I time it to win the prize for breeding closest to the stoke of midnight?

After a half hour I was convinced, Ashley would be my victim for conversion. I wasn’t usually drawn to twinks, especially twinks with such a feminine character. But Ben his boyfriend was just so fuckin cute, not to mention my admiration for his spunk and determination to change his partner/lover’s mind. If I knocked Ashley up there was no doubt Ben would be knocked up with my Poz DNA strain. How hot would that be!

By the end of the next half our Ali was in my crosshairs! Cubs are my favorite turn on. Their hairy bodies and young age just get me so fuckin horny. That this top started the game as a virgin and if I succeeded would be knocked up on his first night out of the gay sex gate was the icing on the cake. The MC was correct, a virgin gay man at 24 was almost impossible to believe, but such a cute sexy,  inocent face couldn’t lie. Besides I had been the first cock he’d ever sucked, again hard to believe because he’d been such a natural, why not follow that up with being the first toxic load he was bound to chock up now that he had burst through the active sex gate with such abandon?

Each half hour or so I found myself totally changing my mind. By quarter past eleven I was more confused than ever and wishing I could just knock all of them up. How was I going to make my decision?

At least by holding off fucking any of them my heavy makeup camouflaging my biohazard tattoo had not been disturbed. With half an eye to the crowd I was pretty certain no one had cottoned onto my strategy.

Felix thoughts: My asses’ years of professional experience was working well in my favour. I was taking three loads to one bred into the twink. It wasn’t quite two to one with the cub, but at least by my count I was ahead of him at 11 p.m.. I just had to keep up with his popularity for one more hour. My bloody ass hurt more and more all the time but being a pro I knew I could ride through the discomfort. Besides there was the odd cock and breeding that were pure perfection. Most of the guys finished in me and took advantage of my willingness to accept ass to mouth. I was ravenous for the salty metallic taste of my ass juice, blood and the soup of cum I was cleaning off each spent cock. But that said, not all were spent, a couple guys fucked and bred me twice, and one guy was already up to spewing his third load into me. All in all, I was having a great time!

Ashley’s thoughts: Why the fuck did I allow Ben to talk me into this? We were only ¾ of an hour into the game and already my ass was on fire despite the copious amount of lube I demanded. I had only received two loads, and although it was impossible I was sure they were both toxic. The two guys that had been in my ass were not trolls, but neither were they guys I would choose to have fucking let alone breeding me. This third guy was total troll, ugly face, ugly huge pot belly, pasty pale complexion; and he certainly didn’t know how to fuck worth a tinkers damn. Why was he lasting so fuckin long? Please god, or Stan, or whoever, don’t let him try to stay in me until the stroke of midnight. That’s when he finally did blast off in me. He pulled out and moved from my ass to my mouth. It was all I could do to keep from vomiting on the piece of meat in my mouth. Meanwhile my ass was filled by another mediocre dad bod. I may have pulled the first straw for sling. My luck wasn’t lasting for men and loads. Ben wasn’t picking up on my discontent; he just kept cheering me on.

Ali’s thoughts: My heart was soaring, my body was full of pleasure and joy, and my brain was full of gratitude to Allah for giving me this unique calling. Why had I avoided it for so long? But then the holy scrips assured us that most saints took a long time to relent and accept their unique gift of service. I could picture the volume of cum growing in my gut and thanked each contributor as he withdrew from my sacred cavity. When I noticed the sex worker, Felix?, cleaning cocks after, I began to offer similar service to my stallions.

Oh yeah, SUCING COCK! What a unique and special experience. When the second cock was fucking me, a handsome middle-aged man placed his big cock by my mouth.  At first, I didn’t take the clue. I just drank in the beauty of his organ with my eyes. Then a pearly drop appeared at his slit and my tongue instinctively licked it off. It tasted wonderful, and the head felt so wonderfully firm yet spongy that my lips just wrapped around. His hand was firmly planted on the top of my head and he pushed till my head moved forward and his erection slid smoothly down my throat. It felt as amazing as the raw cock pushing into my ass. When it was passing my tonsils, I feared I would gag and wretch, yet again instinctively I just opened my throat and welcomed this magnificent tool deeper into my esophagus. After three or four equally deep thrusts he pulled out of my mouth saying he needed to stop before I ‘brought him over the edge.’ I quickly learned with the next face fucking cock what he meant. After about ten deep thrusts my mouth started filling with the most wonderful sticky sensation and taste. I didn’t know what else to do but swallow. Soon the man was yanking his cock from my mouth complaining it was too sensitive as I tried to keep him from leaving so I could suck out every drop. By the 11 p.m. signal I had gulped down three more loads of cum.

I was so engaged and having such a good time that Allah’s calling for me to accept the HIV infection totally escaped my thinking. I was just so grateful to be given such pleasurable holy work. I wasn’t even focused on giving my parents and religious teacher my middle finger, I was fully focused in the moment and the anticipation of more cum whether in my mouth or ass.

 

 

[barebackrnb]

Knowing the thoughts and feelings of each participant gives readers further insight into how each guy is handling every breeding.  These perspectives draws readers into the scene of the Competition as observers. I really like this approach that @Tanbbottom takes, and it takes skill to tell each angle of the narrative while progressing the story forward. 

Not surprisingly, Ali started off wondering why he put himself in the Competition, and now, he is praising his decision and is "all in" on having gay sex and getting bred. This proves that denial of sex with others only makes the first sex interaction so much more intense and overwhelming.  Let us see how far Ali goes to "satisfy" his "thirst" for gay sex.

Felix has approached his participation like one would expect.  He is using his experience to come out on top in the Competition.  We will find out if this "advantage" will carry Felix to the winner's spot.  (I am not so sure that it will.)

Ashley's thoughts and feelings are truly telling.  He is resenting his bf (Ben) on many different levels.  He even sees him in the audience joyfully smiling and happy as stallions (whom both believe are toxic) breed Ashley.  If their relationship is to survive after the Competition, Ashley must get bred by Alejandro and become poz, so Ben can be bred and turn toxic as well.  From what we know, Ben is the true chaser here and has a plan to get pozzed by Ashley.  Even if Ben's plan comes to fruition, their relationship is on shaky ground.

Finally, we get a gifter's perspective and it is contrary to what most of us believe--that is gifters are out to breed any negative guy.  Alejendro is toying with his options as to the pros and cons of each mare.  We get insights into his weighing/evaluating each bottom.  I am most interested in this perspective because of my chaser status.

I am eager to find out who gets Alejandrp's toxic load, and if that mare is successfully pozzed.  

[randyrawman]

Loving all the different perspectives. Definitely getting me leaking.

[Tanbbottom]

GAME ON (part VII)

Character review;

Alejandro: only toxic stallion

Felix: sex worker mare.

Ashley: Twink mare.

Ali: Iranian Cub mare.

Alejandro’s thoughts:

We were down to the last half hour, and I had finally made my decision by eating out each of the mare contestants’ asses. The twink’s was hairless, which is just not my style or taste. Besides, it was clear he was in a foul mood and showed absolutely no gratitude or manors. The sex workers ass was tasty and had a decent amount of hair. He was at the top of my list, but I thought I should at least give the cub a chance. Oh my god! Was I glad I did. Hairy cheeks and hole that are my favourite turn on and inspiration to poz. Besides he had the tastiest combination of tangy metallic blood, ass juices and cum soup with a hint of garlic. Yummy beyond compare. I should have shoved into him right away but I wanted to aim for the stroke of midnight breeding prize. A fellow cub who might also be Iranian took over after me and took so long I was afraid I might have missed my chance. I watched on desperately because I only had until midnight to plant my toxic load and had decided there was no way in hell one of the other two were getting it. I was totally focused on my ‘bull’s eye’, and it was this sweet Iranian ass that had arrived tonight as a virgin and had received so many raw cocks and loads in his mouth and ass. He deserved the prize money and my special toxic gift.

Ashley’s thoughts:

I couldn’t wait for this fiasco to be over. I knew I hadn’t received very many loads yet feared I had been pozed; Ben’s dream, not mine. At twenty minutes to midnight, I had my first sign of hope that something might be salvaged from this disaster. A big hairy bear with a short but incredibly thick cock plunged into me. My guts had already been torn but the girth of this bear had ripped me open even more. He gave a great fuck, and if I was going to convert, I at least wanted one of my last poundings to make sure the virus had a clear path into my blood stream. That wasn’t the best part. He gave a great and long-lasting fuck! As the hands of the clock past five minutes to the hour I believed my chances of us winning the timing prize were looking better by the second. At one minute to the hour he blasted away into me, and I willed the other two tops to overshoot the clock by at least two minutes with every cell of my brain power.

Ali’s thoughts:

At half hour to midnight, I was receiving the most glorious ass eating and tongue fucking. Once again, a new experience that had me regretting I had waited so long to embrace my sexual urges. I assumed that he was preparing me for his fuck, so I was quite surprised when he stepped away and another man stepped in quickly to take his place. At first I was very pleased to see such a handsome well-built cub with my colouring and skin tone; then, my blood froze as I took in his two tattoos! Both very tasteful and expertly done. I would have considered them beautiful body art if I hadn’t recognized them and their meaning so quickly. On his collar bone in delicate elegant Arabic script was the religious name Mohammed. Quite evident even through his dark thick chest hair, On the left side of his neck in even smaller Arabic text his name Hannah (which means John) and his address. These tattoos told me this stallion about to have me in a very vulnerable position was Iraqi! All four of my grandparents, most of my aunts and uncles and older cousins had been killed in the 1980’s Iraqi Iranian war. It is the reason my parents had fled to Briton where I was eventually born. I was raised to hate people from Iraq. This young man like me would have been born well after the war, but his neck tattoo followed the tradition of Iraqi solders. The tattoo and address visible so that if they were killed in the war someone would know where to send their body. My legs and arms were restrained in the sling; I had no way to defend myself against my mortal enemy.

His right hand started to move toward my face. At least it was not in a fist. A finger touched my lip and for some reason I opened my mouth. Two of his fingers were inserted. Was he going to try to rip my jaw? Should I chomp down and bite them? Yet something restrained me and as his fingers gently touched my tongue the voice of Allah came to me through and image of my favorite aunt (long dead, she had been the only relative that had shown me any loveand.) “Relax my son. This man doesn’t want to hurt you. He has been sent as a bridge of peace for our two peoples and for your inner being. Trust him, as you have learned to courageously trust your longings. I love you, my child.”

Indeed, these fingers were giving me pleasure. His face was gentle and kind. My blood warmed and my body relaxed. His next move was to free my hard cock from the pouch of my jock strap. For the first time ever a mans mouth took in my excited manhood. The heat and moisture and sucking motion overwhelmed me, and I was soon flooding his mouth with my semen. He drank it down like it was the finest wine. When he came off, he moved up to plant a passionate kiss on my mouth. Our tongues entwined in a dance of angels, and I could taste my own cum. Why had I never tried it before?

As his erect cock head teased my wet hole he whispered into my ear in Farcy ; “Are you ready?”

I just nodded and watched in wonder as his 6 inches steadily got sucked into my anal canal. He was soon in to the hilt. What followed was not fucking like I had been enjoying with so many men, he was making love to me. We were making love to each other. Slow, relaxed immersive love. I wasn’t aware of anything or anyone else, our eyes were gazing deep into each other’s souls, and our kisses were passionate and tender. I have no idea how long this time in paradise lasted. I just knew when he asked if I was ready that I gently nodded my head and asked him to cum inside me. I could feel every plus of his tool in my guts and an anal orgasm erupted taking my breath away.

The man who had eaten my ass asked my Iraqi stallion if he was done and almost ripped my lover out of and away from me. Before I could even thank Allah, this impatient man pushed his substantial manhood into me and was almost instantly breeding my ass. His convulsions corresponded with the twelve rings of bells indicating the stroke of midnight.

Felix’s thoughts;

As midnight approached a strapping muscular bald man was giving my ass and body great pleasure with his massive meat. I had one eye on his confident smile and another on the second hand of the official clock. I could tell he was getting very close and used every trick of my ass muscles to milk him at the exact moment of the stroke of midnight. When he groaned and shouted that he was filling me it was 15 seconds after the hour The ringing had begun only seconds before and was still chiming when we finished. I was certain that we had to have won, so was he.