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Chris couldn’t remember a time where he wasn’t attached to a girl. Even before he knew how to spell ‘girlfriend,’ he had one. At first he attracted them just by being the brash, confident exceptional boy he was, excelling in every sport, activity, hobby, and grade as he went. Once puberty hit, the line of ladies seeking his company grew exponentially, keeping his dance card full all the way through high school and college. Maybe that’s why he never realized there was a need inside him that was aching to be fulfilled, until it was too late. The rain had been pouring for almost a week straight since Chris had moved into his new apartment, in a new city, where he had just started a new job. Having graduated high school at 16, and college at 20, Chris was used to things coming easily to him, but no one seemed impressed or even pleased with him at work. Unnerved by his slow start, he hungered for something to distract and rejuvenate him. On his third night there, he called his current girlfriend who was two hours away in the tiny town where they’d gone to school together. After five minutes on the phone, Chris realized she wouldn’t be driving up to see him anytime soon. Unphased, he assumed he’d have another girlfriend by the end of the week, and decided to work out his frustrations with a different type of physical exertion. He was already lacing up his tennis shoes for a run when the sky opened up and cancelled that idea. The next few nights he spent looking for a female companion in bars and clubs, but amazingly he had no luck. As it turns out, being born handsome and exceptional makes it easy to get girls when you are in a small town, but here in the city, he had no idea how to approach a woman and start a conversation. Without the aid of a classroom he was helpless, not to mention the added disadvantage of working so late each night that anyone worth talking to was either taken or drunk. So there he was, stuck inside on a rainy Saturday night: horny, alone and itching for release of some kind. Getting out the newspaper with half a mind to call one of the women advertizing under the escort section, he happened to turn to a full page ad for a gym. Halted by the spandex clad babe in the photo, he realized as he read that the gym was only a few blocks from his house and extremely reasonably priced, considering they advertized services like personal training, massage therapy, dozens of different classes and a nutritionist. He clipped the coupon from the bottom corner, tossed on some shorts and a tshirt and dashed to his carport. Perhaps it was a stereotype, but Chris expected floor to ceiling windows, bright lights and a giant neon sign to welcome him. Instead he found himself walking in to an unassuming red brick building at 11pm, where a short, trim redhead greeted him. She took his coupon, promised him the first five visits no strings attached and instructed him to veer left to the men’s gym, where one of the male trainers would meet him. A slim tan blond man named Dave led him through the 4 story complex, explaining that unlike other gyms, Stern’s kept the male and female gyms separate, only combining on the top floor where group classes were held. The floor below that had the nutritionist’s area and windowless mirrored work-out areas for each sex, containing equipment like weight machines, treadmills, etc. The main floor housed the offices, private training rooms, locker rooms, and massage rooms, and the basement housed two identical pool areas, divided by sex, each with an Olympic size pool, sauna, steam room, and shower area. Chris was about to question the separation until a man strode past him in the buff and dove into the pool. Dave explained that the workout area was divided to promote working out for yourself, instead of worrying how you looked to some slut. Chris laughed, but asked again about the pool, when Dave explained that there were no suits allowed on the pool level when the gym opened 60 years before, and they’d never changed the rule. Shrugging it off, he thanked Dave and got to his work out, running for almost an hour with only a few other men spread around the large room. He was sweating profusely, going faster and faster, his eyes locked with his reflection in the mirror across from him, until someone walked in front of his machine, and he almost fell off. Hitting the stop button and jumping off, Chris glanced up as he took a swig from a complimentary water bottle and almost spit it back up. The man who’d broken his stride was the most beautiful specimen Chris had ever seen. He starred, slack-jawed and bug-eyed at the shirtless 6’6”, 230lbs, raven haired, blue eyed ripped god who had taken up a spot at the weight bench and was pressing some ridiculous amount. “Spot me, bro.” The man, who Chris would come to know as Jake, commanded. Usually Chris would have begged off, being more of a cardio guy with no weight training to speak of, but Jake’s tone made him step over and take the spotting position. He stood there spotting him for two sets of 25, when Jake hopped up and began removing weights, telling Chris to take his place. He laid down before remembering to protest, and tried to grunt out his lack of interest in weights between lifts. “You need this man,” Jake said, scooting close enough over Chris’ head that his shorts hung open directly over Chris’ face. Chris shut up and tried not to get caught sneaking glances at the firm thighs and enticing shadows up the shorts’ legs. “Guy like you probably got along fine in school, handsome and fit, but now you’re in the real world and it’s time you work out like a real man.” After Chris could do no more reps, Jake pulled him to standing with one hand and introduced himself as one of the private trainers that the gym employed. Jake explained that new members got three free training sessions, and he expected Chris to use them. Arriving in the lockerroom, Jake tugged off his shorts leaving him in an extremely-snug pair of white briefs, outlining his hefty bulge and perfectly spherical ass. Taking Chris’ hand, he placed it on his lower abs and told him to feel the definition where they met his groin muscles, as well as on his pecs, huge biceps and the back of his warm, fuzzy thighs. Wrapping himself in a towel, Jake stripped the briefs from under it without revealing anything else, and then made Chris promise to come back the next night for legs. Nodding, he watched as Jake strode off into the staircase for the showers, before regaining his senses, pulling on his coat, and leaving. That night as he showered, Chris replayed the images of Jake in his mind, and found that he was excited by the idea of working out with him again. His dick jumped when he remembered the view up Jake’s shorts, but he dismissed it as a side effect of needing pussy and seeing that much exposed skin. Chris returned the next night, and the next, and the next and was quickly the gym’s best customer. Jake made him a great deal on a weekly training fee, and the two of them were quickly transforming Chris from an attractive slim wasp-type, into a buffed, taught, machine of a man. Chris became obsessed with making Jake proud of his work, and started imagining Jake more and more in his fantasies. At first he was just taking part in whatever imaginary threesome Chris concocted to get his rocks off, but after awhile Jake was becoming the star. Still, Chris convinced himself that he was only picturing Jake because he symbolized the ideal that Chris was striving to become. Before either of them knew it, 6 months had passed and Jake was Chris’ best friend, well only friend, in town. One night as they stripped down to shower, carefully concealing their full nudity from one another, Jake asked Chris when he last got laid, and couldn’t believe it was really 6 months. “Come early tomorrow,” Jake said before they split to head to separate shower stalls. “Then we’ll go out after and find some pussy. Time to test out your new body on some unsuspecting skanks.” Music rocked Chris’ chest as he tried to hear what the gorgeous brunette was saying, shouting from the stool next to his. He tried to care, but he could tell she was hot for his dick, the way she caressed his arms and stroked his thigh, but he kept getting distracted watching Jake dance with a petite latin girl. As he suspected, it was barely an hour later that the four of them had taken a cab back to Jake’s apartment and each couple began getting hot and heavy on opposite ends of the couch. He was so caught up seeing Jake in action and getting his first play in months that he didn’t notice Jake pull out a glass pipe and small white bag full of crystal shards. Both girls jumped at the chance to smoke, but Chris declined, never having tried any drugs, or even hard liquor. “Too bad,” Jake said, blowing a cloud of something he called ‘tina’ as he spoke. “This shit makes me cum like a fire hydrant and fuck like a bull.” The latin girl squealed and shoved her hand into his open fly while they finished the bowl. As the brunette started to unzip Chris’ pants, Jake picked up his date, tossed her over his shoulder and dashed into the bedroom. Disappointed that he was unable to watch his idol demolish the latin chick’s cunt, Chris regained his vigor when he realized he could hear every dirty, nasty thing that was going on just beyond the bedroom door. The two buddies eventually turned it into a fuck-fight, seeing which one could make his girl cum faster, harder and more often. Chris planned to be the victor, having achieved anal first, but lost control when he moved to the floor and caught a glance through the open door of Jake’s face and chest contorted in pleasure as he pounded the bitch doggy style. He whipped his cock out of the brunette’s ass, and shot copious amounts of jizz across her tits and face. Spent, Chris fell back against the coffee table and watched as the brunette hopped up and ran to the bathroom. Once she was finished, she made some dumb excuse and disappeared to find a cab, while Chris slowly found his briefs and used them to wipe down his cock and chest before dragging his ass to the john. Taking his time as he passed the bedroom in hopes of another glance, he almost fell over when the latin girl was slammed up against the wall by the door, both her legs over Jake’s arms as they completed their fuck. Chris stood in the dark hall, his dick hardening again, wishing he could see Jake’s cock, but afraid to venture further out from his hiding spot. As Jake laid the girl on the bed and grunted his final grunt, Chris slipped into the bathroom and began washing up in the sink. Still hardening, he took a moment to admire the v-shape that was forming from his abs to his dick, and the way his arms and pecs stood out and shone in the dim bathroom light. He flexed and stroked his dick just in time for Jake to burst in behind him and push past him to the toilet. They laughed at Chris’ display, and Jake began commenting on how proud he was of Chris’ progress while Chris went into a fog where all he could see was Jake’s dick. Semi-hard and covered in cum and pussy juices, Jake drew a finger from the dick head out to the toilet bowl, leading a heavy beady string of cum. After a moment, Jake’s piss began to flow, and Chris realized he was fully hard again. All he wanted to do at that moment was reach out and take Jake’s cock in his hand. He had no idea what he would do with i, all he knew is the world would be perfect if he could feel Jake’s cock. He snapped out of his haze as the latin girl came in with them and took a hold of Chris’ hard-on, asking for seconds. He lifted her up onto the counter and fucked her right there while Jake watched and cheered them on. Chris was ready to cum in minutes once Jake began to stroke his dick again. He came deep in her pussy, adding his load to Jake’s, before the trainer lifted her off Chris’ cock and took her back into the bedroom for sloppy thirds. Looking down, Chris realized his cock was covered in both his load and his buddy, and he couldn’t resist wiping off a few drops and tasting them before he got dressed and snuck out the door. Chris gave up trying to explain his feelings for his friend after that, giving in each weeknight to fantasies of jerking off together, showering together, even letting Jake cum in his mouth. On the weekends they’d find more girls and repeat the fun with new victims, sometimes only finding one girl and having to share. Still too afraid of what Jake might do if he realized Chris’ attraction, Chris was always careful to take turns on the girls. One night as a perky blonde co-ed was giving them both head on the couch, Dave from the gym walked in with a teenage jock type guy, sat down and loaded some tina in a bowl. Chris was weirded out at first, until Jake explained that Dave was his roommate and they saw each other fucking around on a regular basis. Chris was even more shocked when the teen dropped to his knees and began sucking Dave off. Jake could see Chris’ shock and, before the girl noticed, he dragged them both to the bedroom to fuck. A few weeks later, they had just gotten back from the club with tall modelesque girl, when Dave entered, this time accompanied by a skater type guy with piercings in his nose, brow, ear and nipples (which he proudly showed while Dave loaded a bowl). Chris declined the pipe as usual, but the girl was on a mission to get him to try it, telling him he could only fuck her tight pussy if he took at least one hit off the pipe. Chris said no again, his hard cock begging him to give in. “Stop being a little bitch and smoke this,” Jake ordered him before handing Chris the pipe, and lighting it. Chris began inhaling as the smoke filled the cylinder, just as he had heard Dave and Jake explain to girls and guys they’d initiated previously. At first he felt nothing, but with the exhale came a huge cough, and a buzzing feeling shooting up his spine and into his brain. He should have stopped at one hit, but the model kept shotgunning hits with him and encouraging him to take more and more. Soon there was an all out smoke/fuck fest in the middle of the living room. Chris was pounding the model’s pussy while Jake shoved his cock deep into her throat, which was quite a feat, since he is at least 9 inches long and tends to get wider the longer he fucks. Dave had the skater on the floor with his legs over his head and was breeding his ass with a nice thick 8 inch uncut cock. Chris found himself wondering how the tight hole took so much cock and somehow still made the boy beg for it like he did. Many years before, one of Chris’ girlfriends had shoved her finger in his ass while they fucked. After the initial jumping and hollering, Chris found he enjoyed it, so much so that he was now in the habit of fingering his hole when he jerked off. The combo of the high and the site in front of him had Chris so horned up that when he and Jake switched ends, he asked the model to finger his hole. Eyes closed, he heard a bottle of lube pop open and a long, kinda thick finger slide two knuckles deep into his tight ass. Moaning, he began to pump harder in her throat, which made Jake pump back from the other end. Simultaniously, they pulled out of their respective ends, and began covering her in cum. Neither one shot far enough to hit the other, but Chris made sure to lick up some of Jake’s load while kissing the model before she ran to the shower. Mysteriously, even with the model in another room, Chris could still feel a finger slowly pumping his hole, almost making him hard again. Turning, Chris made eye contact with Dave, who pulled his finger out and mouthed “you’re welcome,” so Jake and the Skater bottom would be none the wiser. Joining the model in the shower, Chris was worried when he didn’t get hard as fast as usual, which she explained might be from the tina. Anxious about it, Chris hopped out and went to find Jake or Dave to ask them but stopped just outside the living room where he couldn’t be seen easily, but had a pretty good view of Jake feeding his hardon to the skater boy, while Dave pounded the boy’s ass. Instantly Chris was hard and went back into the bathroom where he fucked the model as rough as he could, focused on the picture of Jake’s dick sliding between his own lips. A few days later, Dave ran into Chris in the locker room and asked him what he thought of the weekend’s festivities. Unsure, Chris tried to play it cool, until Dave told Chris he had seen the way Chris looked at Jake, and was pretty sure Chris would have sucked Jake off if the skater hadn’t done it. Chris tried to deny it, but Dave whipped out his phone, and produced pix of Jake feeding his load to other tricks Dave had brought home. “I’ve yet to see him fuck a guy,” Dave said, handing Chris the phone before leading him into a massage room. “but I know he loves feeding them. Maybe next time I can find a way for you to swallow his spunk.” Chris wasn’t listening. He was engrossed in the photos on Dave’s phone, each of them featuring the two roommates destroying bottoms of all ages and types, Dave in their asses, Jake in their mouths. Dave continued describing dirty scenarios involving Jake, while pulling down Chris’ shorts and jock, and jerking and fingering Chris. Moaning with pleasure, he licked his lips pretending he was the boy taking Jake’s man meat in his mouth. The fantasy was so real he didn’t even notice that Dave had maneuvered three fingers into his hole and was rubbing his own hard cock against Chris smooth ass cheek. Chris could see Jake in his mind, siddling up behind him to show him some proper dumbbell technique, then popping his dick from his shorts and sliding inside Chris’ ass without any of the other gym members knowing. Dave just started to spread Chris’ cheeks and slip his cock into the crack when they both heard Jake call out Chris’ name into the locker room, only feet from where they stood. Adrenaline soared through Chris’ body as he flew back from Dave and tried to pull up his shorts. He couldn’t be sure if Jake saw what was going on when he came in, but there was no way Jake missed Chris’ stiff cock poking out obscenely or the fact that Dave still had his monster dick in plain view. Still, Jake didn’t say anything about it and everything seemed totally normal until they finished and Jake got a text from Dave. “Dave told me what happened,” Jake said quietly, causing Chris’ heart to sink into his abdomen. “He told me he caught you jerking in the massage room. It was pretty ballsy of you to offer to let him watch in exchange for not ratting you out. Good thing he has been hot for your ass since you walked in. Of course now that you’ve had a man show you how to sculpt it, you’d better watch out for more pervs.” Chris laughed nervously and thanked god that Dave covered for him. However, he was so rattled that he didn’t realize they were both naked together for the first time with no one else around. Jake took advantage of the opportunity and had Chris flex his different muscle groups so they could compare. Somehow Chris stayed flaccid for the flex off, even when Jake ran his hand down Chris’ back, over his ass and down between the thighs to show the line of the musculature. Chris asked if he could feel on Jake, just to be sure he understood, then told Jake he was going for a swim, dashed off and blasted his cum load under the water. The next weekend Chris got a text from a number he didn’t know, but he was sure it was Dave when the attachment was a photo of Jake in the shower. Dave invited Chris to come over before he and Jake went out that night, to smoke and hang out, and discuss what had happened the last time. Chris politely declined a few times, worried he might end up getting fucked by Dave, until Dave mentioned that he had a sex tape Jake made before they’d met, and Chris could watch it. Shower, shave and he was out the door to Dave and Jake’s. Chris was greeted by a familiar face but no one he could place, until Dave explained that his guest was a member of the gym and a former MLB player. In no time they’d smoked a few bowls, got the video playing and convinced Chris he could jack off without Dave or Todd (the mlb guy) raping him. Sipping the drink Dave made him, Chris was stroking furiously at the sight of Jake plowing the hell out of some poor teen girl. By the look of Jake and his fuckslut, this must have been 3 or 4 years ago, when Jake was just a high school senior. Little by little the ghb in Chris’ drink took effect, loosening him up so Todd had no problem getting Chris’ dick in his mouth. He could feel his senses dulling, but decided the best way to counter act it was take more hits off the pipe and agree when Dave asked him if he’d like to try taking some fingers in his ass again. Perfectly timed once again, Jake walked in just as Todd was sucking Chris’ dick down to the balls and Dave had three fingers in Chris’ tight hole. “Hey roomie,” Dave said, handing Jake the pipe. “Turns out your buddy here likes getting his hole fingered, especially when he is high.” Jake laughed and took a few hits, before asking Chris if he was okay. Chris nodded yes and reached for Jake’s crotch. Oblivious, Jake handed him the pipe as if that’s what he wanted, before stripping off his own clothes and instructing Todd to suck his cock. Eyes glued to the real Jake, Chris forgot they were watching Jake’s sex tape, until the star of the tape noticed and asked why. “It was a request,” Dave said, standing up and moving down behind Todd’s upturned hole. “Seems as though your little trainee gets off watching you fuck.” Mortified, Chris was too high to deny it and just blushed. Everyone laughed, while Dave pulled Todd off Jake’s cock, and threw his legs back and began wailing on the baseball player’s tan hairy ass. “Course he does!” Jake added. “Just like I think it is hot watching him fuck. He is one hot piece of muscle man now, ain’t he Dave?” “You know I think he is,” Dave grunted between thrusts. “but I think he’d be even hotter with your dick in his mouth. And I KNOW he’s game for it.” Jake’s eyes whipped to Chris, and he knew Dave was telling the truth. No words were spoken as he stepped closer and waved his hard dick only an inch from Chris’ pink lips. Leaving the last bit of distance for Chris to make was all the approval Jake needed, for as soon as Chris leaned in to suck Jake, Jake thrust forward, grabbed a handful of dusty blond hair and began reaming Chris’ throat. If it was anyone else, Chris would have choked and pulled off and never tried it again, but he knew what he was getting with Jake, and it was exactly what he needed. Chris began to jack his own meat and finger his tight hole while he slurped on Jake’s massive member. Less than a minute was all it took for Chris to cum all over himself, and soon after Jake fed him his load. Worried that Jake would think less of him, Chris told Dave he was heading to the gym and ran out while Jake was in the shower. Although Jake’s apartment was only a few blocks from the gym, Chris was too high to drive there, but did anyway, barely making it in one piece. The rain had turned to snow recently and the roads were covered in it, which meant no one was working out on a snowy Saturday night. Inside the locker room, Chris stripped off his clothes and sat on the bench, still covered in cum. He began to freak out about what his only friend might do now that he saw what a faggot bitch Chris was. Still too drunk for a work out, he laid back and closed his eyes, willing this to just be an amazing dream, but knew it wasn’t when he heard the door slam and Jake’s voice call out to him. “What the hell man?” Jake asked, putting his bag and coat in his locker, and starting to undress. “You should know me well enough by now to realize I always have at least two loads to shoot once I start partying, and you gotta take the rest of them now boy.” Chris opened his eyes just in time to see a fully erect Jake straddle the bench, hoist Chris’ legs over his shoulders, squirt some lube on his cock, and slide most of it in on the first stroke. Chris screamed out, but stopped once Jake commanded him to. The first few minutes were excruciating, but after awhile it was less painful and more of a dull ache. All the pain was forgotten once Jake was balls deep. It was like a switch had been thrown, turning a straight muscle boy into a hungry bottom whore, begging and pleading for more dick and cum. When Jake finally decided to grace Chris’ ass with his load, he did it balls deep, sharing both of their first man2man kiss at the same time. Once they were sure the gym was truly empty, they sent the desk worker home and moved up to the gym floor, where Jake added another load to Chris’ ass, this time on the weight bench. Reinforcements arrived soon after, and Chris spent the rest of the night taking loads from Dave, Todd, two other gym members and high school kid who wondered in thinking it was a club and accidentally caught Jake giving Chris a fourth load on the reception desk. Attached: one pic of chris, four pics of Jake

For about an hour I enjoyed the attention and thought this was all we'd do but then he pulled out his cock and it was massive, not as fat as Oscar's but still fat and even longer and he told me to get on my knees as he had another bottle for his baby. I got on my knees and quickly got half of his cock in my mouth and I wanted it all. He made me feel so good I wanted to give him the best blowjob possible. Several times I gagged and he asked me if I really wanted it all and I told him that my Daddy deserves the best and he grabbed a bottle of poppers and told me to keep inhaling. After more than five big hits he took the bottle and grabbed my head and pushed slowly and he got it down my throat. He started to fuck my face slowly. In and out of my throat it went and he told me I was the best baby girl he ever played with. Twice he stopped and gave me more poppers and I heard his breathing go weird and I knew I'd get daddy's cum and I hoped he'd shoot some in my mouth so I could taste it. He told me he was cumming in his baby and held it in my throat and I felt a dozen pulses and he then pulled back and was still cumming. After shooting in my mouth he pulled out and came on my face too. Just as quick as he took out his cock he put it away and picked me up and hugged me then fed me another baby bottle. I then wet the diaper for him and he removed the diaper and started to rediaper me by applying cream to my hole again but this time he then fingered me and quickly got three fingers in me as he told me again he loved his baby which made me want him so I asked him to make love to his baby. He took his fingers out and I thought I blew it but then he dropped his pants. Using the cream for lube he started to fuck me and did it slow and I started to feel something new and as it built I knew he was going to fuck the cum out of me. As I peaked he'd go slower so that I couldn't cum and I was in love and going crazy at the same time. He reamed me good for twenty minutes and then started to pick up speed and I climbed with him and as I was about to cum he started to fuck me hard and fast like Oscar. Was thrashing my head it felt so good and as I cried out that I was cumming he slammed faster and started to cum too. As I realized he was going to fill me with a huge load my own orgasm got stronger. After catching his breath he pulled out and I dropped to my knees and licked his cock clean. He pulled up his pants and I got back on the bed and he put a fresh diaper on me and I fell asleep. He woke me up and told me George would be back soon. He asked if I wanted the chastity cage removed but I told him I never want to cum again unless I do again like with him. He kissed me and told me to wait for George to get me and he left.

I just got a hard fucking and a big load from a fuck buddy. We hadn't been able to connect due to schedule conflicts for a few weeks. He woke me up banging on the door in the middle of the night to take his BBC. He is a short, slight young black man with a huge cut cock; it's at least 9.5 and beer-can thick. He's more thuggish than twinkish though with lots of tattoos. Tonight he wanted the room dark for a change. I heard him undressing, then he climbed onto the bed. He hugged me briefly before pushing my head down towards his cock. It was rock hard. I licked and sucked it as hard as I could. His cock is just beyond my ability to easily deep throat, but I managed to work it all the way down my throat eventually. He fucked my throat for several moments holding my head down on his cock. "You ready?" I said I was and lubed his cock generously. Before I could add any to my hole, he grabbed for me. I managed to take a quick hit of poppers before he pulled me into a spooning position and shoved himself inside me. He is a small man, but he is wiry and strong. The entry was a little dry. It was more of a dull ache than a sharp pain though. He worked my hole open slowly and forcefully. After several minutes he rolled me onto my belly. I could tell the friction was not working for him either, so I asked him to let me relube his cock. He slid back in and began to fuck me hard and fast. I am pretty sure he came at this point. He's a quiet cummer and likes to keep working his load in, so I am never sure when he cums. In any case, he continued to pound my ass as hard as ever for a long while. His cock was no longer rock hard which is why I think he has unloaded already. He manhandled me into several positions fucking me deep enough to make me yelp again and again. After fifteen minutes of this, he announced he was done and climbed off. He asked for some light and a wet washcloth. He cleaned up and dressed quickly. He left without saying much as usual. I have been working my hole with a toy while I typed this. Occasionally, I pull it out to eat some of his load off the tip. As soon as I finish this, I will beat off thinking about the BBC that owned my ass.

So, this is a little delayed but I figured I'd keep this thread updated and reply to a few comments. Sorry it took so long to reply, a lot has been going on, the most recent being the fact that I tested poz yesterday. I want to first explain the concept of the freedom of it that was mentioned earlier, but in a less aggressive and more thought out way. I'm more than prepared for rejection and judgment, in fact I completely welcome it. Anyone who wants to reject having sex with me because of the fact that I'm positive has every right to do so. They have no obligation to me and I won't judge them for that. It's their health, their life, and their decision. The reason this also benefits me is because typically someone who is that concerned over it isn't going to be willing to have the care free, slutty, unprotected sex that I've grown to love. And typically the people who share that interest have either already tested poz, are on prep, or simply don't care. And that's the freedom of it, there's no worries, no concerns, just great sex like my boyfriend and I had last night after I tested poz because there was nothing at all to worry about at that point. I'm well aware that there are plenty of negative sides to testing positive. Bills, it's lifelong, being treated differently, the possibility of an unexpected break up someday, etc. Believe me I've thought about it in extreme detail and I'll respectfully ask everyone to not knock my capability of thinking something through just because of my age. However, focusing on the negatives will do me no favors and I refuse to be that bitter victim that feels like life is now a giant prison because my promiscuous habits caught up to me. I wanted this and I wanted it because I knew the day my boyfriend tested positive that I most likely would too. So I started looking to the bright side of it and viewing it in a new light and in doing so it completely changed my view of it. And you're more than welcome to judge me and call me crazy for that. I obviously wasn't shocked to test positive, I wasn't sad, I wasn't emotional, I embraced it. And what better outlook can you have on it? HIV isn't a death sentence. In fact it's made me start living a healthier life than I was living before. I've been eating healthier, not skipping meals, drinking more water and less sweets, started taking vitamins and looking into gyms. All things I slacked on before that now I can't. And life is never guaranteed. I could walk into a cross walk and get hit by a driver not paying attention or get in a car accident or get jumped walking home. And there are SO many worse things to be diagnosed with that have no bright side what-so-ever. I'm going to live a happy life being poz, and when it boils down to it life is what you make of it and it eventually comes to an end for everyone. I'm not going to live mine being scared at every turn.

1. Nathan I had volunteered to drive my nephew Greg cross-country to college. I thought the trip from Virginia to California would be a fun trip for the two of us. I lived near his university, so at the end of the drive, I'd be close to home. And, if we drove faster than we planned, he could stay with my partner Jason and myself until his move-in date for the dorms. But, I hadn't seen Greg in a year or so, and I hadn't realized what a hot young man he had grown into. We were only two days into our cross-country drive, and I was already on edge. The first day, I had been exhausted from the long flight the day before and the early start of driving. I hadn't even tried to get off. Then, starting this morning, I thought Greg had been teasing me every chance he had. He kept me right on edge. The morning had begun by him bouncing around the small hotel room in just his underwear, showing off his perfect bubble butt, and what looked like a massive cock. He insisted we get on the road without showering, saying there would be plenty of time in the evening. Throughout the day's drive, there were lingering touches, definitely longer than they needed to be. Without a shower, I could almost smell the hormones mixed in with the sweat coming off his body. When we checked into a motel, having made it to Texas, all I could think of was escaping into the shower, and getting off. If I didn't get some relief, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to control myself around Greg. I was thankful that he let me take the first shower. I grabbed some clean clothes and went into the bathroom, hoping my incipient erection wasn't too obvious. But, just as I had gotten the water adjusted and climbed in, even before I had started to deal with insistent throb between my legs, Greg opened the door, and walked in. "Fuck, I have to piss," he said. I heard a long stream of water, then the flush of the toilet. Even twenty years after my own college days, I still instinctively jumped back from the shower head, avoiding the scalding water. "Oh, sorry," Greg said, noticing me at the far end of the tub. He had already stipped down to his underwear and his fat cock hung down, still exposed. He stared at me a moment, through the shower curtain. "I don't remember that tattoo, Uncle," he said. I was immediately self-conscious. My partner Jason had suggested the tattoo. It was a belt of ammo around my thigh, still only partially completed. Each bullet had a name written on it, with a biohazard symbol next to the name. I wasn't at all ready to explain the symbolism to him; it was a dark and complex fetish that many people didn't understand. Greg didn't notice or didn't care about my discomfort, but quickly stepped out of his underwear and into the shower with me. He kneeled down in front of me, examining the tattoo. He ran his finger over the bullets, stopping at the second one, labelled "Jason Spencer." "Isn't that your Jason?" he asked, referring to my partner. "Yeah, it is," I said. As I answered, his hand stroked the inside of my thigh, right where the belt began. The name there was Alan Chase, the bullet was upside down. He let his arm drift up, the back of his hand touching my low-hanging balls. "That's a fucking hot tattoo," he said. "You want to see my tattoo?" he asked, seemingly unconcerned about the symbolism of my partner's name on a bullet. Nor did he appear to notice that my cock was getting hard as he touched my body. "Sure," I answered, not sure what else to say. I was trying to think about something else, anything else other than his hand rubbing against my balls. He stood up, then turned around and bent over, presenting me with his perfect ass. I could see the tattoo on his right ass cheek, two small interlocking male symbols. I knelt down, the water from the shower hitting my back. I ran my fingers over the ink, and felt the raised texture. The tattoo was clearly fresh, probably less than a month old. "You like it?" he asked. I noticed there was fear in his voice. He was taking a risk, unsure of what he was doing, and unsure how I would react. "It's nice," I said. Without thinking, I added, "Does your dad know?" I realized it was an ambiguous question: was I referring to the tattoo or the content of the tattoo. I wasn't sure if I even knew which I was asking. "No, he doesn't. I used a fake ID to get it done," Greg said. "And he definitely doesn't know what it's of," he continued. That close to his beautiful young ass, I had to restrain myself. The butt was crying out for me to pull apart his cheeks, gently lick his hole, and rub my goatee against his sensitive parts. But, there was a constant drumbeat: this was my brother's son. My Godson. No matter my desires, I needed at least to try to control myself. My cock didn't about my feeble attempts at restraint. It had decided much earlier that it needed hole, and Greg's hole in particular. It was responding to how close I was to what it demanded. I stood up, and turned to the stream of water, my back facing Greg. I needed to hide my erection from him. Greg stood up as well, wondering what was happening. "Something wrong, Uncle?" he asked. I turned to face him. As I turned, our cocks slapped against each other. Even without looking, I knew he was just as erect as was I. Greg felt it as well. He reached down and grabbed my shaft. "Or is something right?" "You're my nephew," I said. Like I was trapped in a bad porn film, I continued, "What would your dad say?" I laughed as soon as I said it. "God, that sounded like a bad porn film." "You're not in a bad porn film," Greg said. He kneeled down in front of me again. He ran his fingers over my tattoo again, tracing out the first bullet, the one that I knew belonged to Alan. "Your movies are fucking amazing. And my dad doesn't need to know anything: your movies, your tattoos, my tattoo, or our boners. At least not yet." He emphasized "our," reminding me that we were in this together. Fuck. He had seen the movies I had done. The symbolism of the tattoos wasn't a mystery for him. He knew exactly what turned me on, and he knew the buttons to push. I wondered if he hadn't planned the last two days all along. His hands were on my balls, and before I could do anything, his mouth was on my cock. "No," I protested, and tried to push him away. But his tongue was going over my cockhead, and my brain stopped working. By the time my hands reached his head, rather than pushing him away, I wrapped my hands around his head. I held him on my cock and started to push my hard shaft to the back of his mouth and down his throat. He needed no encouragement from me, swallowing my cock all the way. One of his hands dropped down, slowly stroking his cock, but I didn't care. I was lost in my own pleasure, trying hard not to shoot right then and there. I knew there were better, more dangerous places to shoot. I was sure that Greg knew what I wanted, but his desires were still unclear. I wasn't sure if he really knew what he was getting himself into. He knew full well what I was capable of doing to him, and hadn't hesitated at starting it off. But he was a horny teenager, looking for excitement and danger, unable to understand what it meant for the rest of his life. Finally, I pulled my cock out of his mouth. I immediately missed the warm, wet attention on my cock and forced myself not to shove it back in. I pulled Greg off his knees, and stared into his brown eyes. I said nothing, but just kissed him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I didn't let him get his tongue into me: I had to let him know who was in control here. Our hard cocks were rubbing up against each other, making sure we were aroused. After a few minutes of lip-lock, I broke off. "Let's get out of the shower," I said. "I think we need to talk more. Maybe do more. Bed?" "I like that, Uncle Nate," he replied. "I think you need another bullet on your tat." I tried not to think about the implications of what he had just said. I turned off the shower, and we quickly dried off. He headed out of the bathroom, and I let my cock eagerly follow his ass. I grabbed some lube and poppers out of my bag, and put them on the bed table. Greg watched me; I wondered if he noticed that I didn't include any condoms in the supplies. I got on the bed. Greg jumped on top of me and let my cock slide between his legs. He leaned over and kissed me. This time I let his tongue slip into my mouth. At the same time, I was rubbing my cock against his ass, just a small reminder of who was in control here. He seemed nervous about this, sometimes easing into my strokes, and other times pulling back. "You sure about this, Greg?" I asked. "Yeah, I am." He paused. "As sure as I've been about anything, Uncle." "How much experience have you had? This isn't your first time, is it?" There was a hesitancy and nervousness that I couldn't quite figure out. I thought it was fear about what he was getting himself into, but, just as easily, it could have been simple inexperience. "First time as a bottom. And certainly the first time getting bred." He kissed me again. "I've always been a top before." "From what you've said, I guess you've seen some of my movies," I asked. "Only one. Infectious Fun," he said. "You've done more?" "Yeah, a few." "I didn't even know it was you when I downloaded it. I had only just met Jason when I downloaded it. But, fuck, I've shot so many loads, wishing I was Ben, getting fucked by you and Jason. Getting bred by the two of you" I remembered Infectious Fun. It was the first movie that Jason and I had done together, and my first movie ever. Together, with a few other tops, we had bred Ben over the course of a long, drug-fueled weekend. Ben, had gotten the flu less than four days later. He hadn't even made it to his twenty-first birthday. "You're sure of this?" I asked, one more time. "Yeah, I am." Greg rolled off of me, and grabbed my leg. He ran his fingers over the bullets. "Alan starts. Then Jason," he said, fingering the first and second bullet. "Ben's here," he said as he ran his finger over the third one, "Ben Moore," he repeated. "And so many more," he said as he ran over the numerous other names. "I want my name on here as well. Right here," he said, running his finger against the last bullet. He paused, staring directly at me. "But, are you willing to go forward with this, Uncle?" he asked. "I know what I want. But it has to be from you. From Jason." I didn't know. My brain was telling me to go slowly, go safely. This was my nephew; the son of my own brother. I sat up on the bed, shifting my position between Greg's legs. I had a responsibility to teach him, to mold him into a fine young man, to help him grow into an adult. But my cock had no doubts about what it needed to do. As I guided my dick between Greg's legs, and let it press up against his butt, I knew what it wanted. It wanted into Greg. It wanted in him raw, deep, and unprotected. It wanted to fuck Greg hard, shoot a thick, toxic load deep, and tag the boy permanently. Greg could tell I was struggling with the decision. "I want this. Badly," he said. His cock was hard as a rock, a drop of pre-cum already forming at the tip. "I think you do too," he said, grabbing my cock. "And I know your cock wants it," he said, stroking my shaft. Before I could say anything, he pulled me down and gave me a kiss. He was a surprisingly good kisser, tender and aggressive at the same time. "I need you to be the first one, Uncle Nate." Like an addict begging for another hit, the need in voice was obvious. Seeing him on his back, his legs wide open, inviting me in, I couldn't resist any longer. "I can't say no," I said as I moved in between his legs, putting them on my shoulders. "Forgive me," I said. I wasn't sure if I was asking for forgiveness from Greg or myself. "Forgiveness for what? For giving me I have been wanting from you for months, maybe years?" Greg asked. "Do what you know you want to do." I grabbed the lube, and poured some on my fingers. Slowly, I pressed them between Greg's firm ass cheeks, finding his virgin hole, and pushing into his innocent, young body. His hole was hot and tight, just as I knew it would be. He gasped as my finger entered him, but at the same time, he still was smiling widely. We stayed silent as I worked my index finger deeper into him, only his occasional moan breaking the silence. Greg must be have been able to hear my heart pounding, both excited and scared. But inside of him, I felt the same drumming: he was also aroused and terrified. Before, I had never really known who I was breeding. They were strangers who passed through my life. Some of them, like Jason, took up bigger roles after I had done my work. But Greg was different. I was about to infect my own flesh and blood. I had met him hours after he was born and there had been summers together, first with Alan, then with Jason. He was the closest thing I had to my own child, and I was his godfather. I was about to fuck him raw and shoot my poz cum into him. I was going to mark him and change him forever. In some ways, it was the logical next step in our deepening relationship. Before I changed my mind and ran away, I poured more lube on my hand, and worked a second finger into his hole. For a virgin, he was taking my fingers easily, opening up and letting me get in deep. "Ready, boy?" I asked. "Ready for the real thing?" "Please, Uncle," he said, softly. His cock was still hard, and there was a small pool of pre-cum on his flat stomach. I knew even if I had doubts about what I was going to do, Greg had none at all. I handed him the bottle of poppers, and as he did a hit, I dribbled a bit of lube on my shaft. He put down the brown bottle. I lined my cock up. Greg nodded at me, and I pushed my cockhead into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop it. He grimaced slightly at my cock invading his body. Before I pushed in any further, I let him get used to me inside of him. "Doing ok, boy?" I asked. I slipped a bit more of my fat shaft into his tight hole. Somehow, calling him boy came completely naturally to me. Nothing was going to stop me from marking him as my own, and soon I'd be a part of his genes just as much as his "real" dad. Even more, he had picked me specifically for this honor, a conscious choice, not the choices of the fates that got him his father. "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I'm fine." he said. Even if it was uncomfortable for him, he was smiling. "Your cock is inside me. This is what I've been dreaming about for months now. And now it's real." I went slowly, letting him get used to my cock. I wasn't small, and if this was really his first time, he was probably in more discomfort than he was letting on. "More?" I asked. I wanted him to be in control of this fuck, at least for now. Later, there would be plenty of time for a more aggressive fuck. Next time, I'd work to give Greg what he seemed to want, but for now, I could overrule my cock, and go at Greg's pace. "Please, Uncle Nate," he said. I held his legs, and leaned in to kiss him. He stuck his tongue into my mouth, exploring it. I shifted my weight slightly, pushing my cock deeper into his hole. He sighed for a moment, a hint of discomfort. "I'm good," he immediately said, noticing the concern on my face. "You're big," he said, smiling. "It feels amazing. But fuck, it's big." "This really your first time bottoming?" I asked. "Well, once before. A guy tried, but he wasn't as big as you. And he insisted on wearing a condom, even though he was neg." "And?" "It hurt. And I wasn't too into it." "This?" "What I always dreamed getting fucked would feel like." He was smiling, and I went in a little deeper. I was almost balls-deep in Greg, and he had taken it like a porn star stunt bottom. "Almost there, boy," I said. "Just a bit further." "Do it, Uncle," he said, "Put it all the way in me." I did, and there were still smiles from Greg. "All the way in," I said. "Ready for the pounding to begin, boy?" "Fuck yeah, Nate, give it to me." I leaned in again, letting our lips lock as I started to pump in and out of his tender ass. He reached down and put his finger next to his hole, feeling how he was stretched around my cock. "Raw," he said. I just nodded, enjoying the intimacy of the fuck. He moved his hand down, and grabbed my balls. Between the warm shower, and the massive load of cum in that had built up in them, they were hanging low. With each stroke into his ass that I took, they swung back and forth. "Full," he said. He was too engrossed with the sensations of getting fucked to say anything more than monosyllables. "And potent," I said. "You doing good?" He nodded his head, and I thought he was going to say something. I slowed down my strokes, letting him gather his thoughts. He opened his mouth again, but then stopped. I watched him carefully, drinking in his beauty at this moment. I was also a bit worried. This was now real, not just a jerk-off fantasy. When I came, it would be forever. He closed his eyes, still smiling, still feeling my balls. A few moments later, there was a single tear in each eye. "I'm scared," he finally said. "I don't want to get sick" Even before he finished talking, I had stopped fucking him. "Should I pull out?" I asked. I wanted to breed him, but I knew I had to respect his limits and desires. He grabbed onto my ass, forcing me back into his body, deep and hard. "NO," he said forcefully. "No matter what, don't stop. Don't pull out. I need you to cum in me." "But you're scared?" I asked. His eyes were red now, a steady stream of tears flowing. He nodded. again, then closed his eyes. His ass clenced around my cock, holding me in place, in place deep inside of him. "Yes, I'm scared," paused, and then continued, "But I'm also scared to go to college. I'm scared to leave home. I know I need to make this step. It's the fear that makes it exciting." He opened his eyes again. I could see the fear in them, but also the desire. There was nothing I could say. He knew what was happening, and what he was choosing. I just leaned in and licked off his tears, then kissed him. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. He seemed particularly vulnerable and delicate in that moment, and I wanted to let him know it was going to be alright. Moreover, my dark desires wanted to exploit that moment, because I knew he was an easy and willing target. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "And I'm going to shoot my load in you. Ready?" My cock was throbbing, and my balls were swollen with cum. I had been on edge for so long, I couldn't hold back much longer. "Fuck yeah, I am, Uncle Nate. I want this so badly." He smiled at me. "Shoot it in me deep, and don't pull out." He pulled himself up against me, his ass pressing against my balls, my cock deep inside of him. "Infect me, Uncle. Please?" The words sent me over the edge and I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed in deep, and let my cock take over. "I love you, nephew," I whispered into his ear. I grunted, and I felt the pulse of cum travel the length of my cock, spraying Greg's guts. "Take my sperm. Take my virus." My spurt was strong enough that even Greg felt it. "Damn," he said, his eyes widening. "More. Please," he said. I obliged, and several more volleys followed in quick succession. I could feel a pool of sperm accumulating inside of Greg. I knew it was going to slowly soak in to him and hopefully take over his body. "My pleasure, Greg," I said, another two spurts shaking my body and landing in his hole. Another slow spurt of sperm into him, and I knew that I was done. At least for this round. But I was still hard, and I didn't try to pull out. I wanted Greg to decide when he was ready. And I wanted to work my load into his hole. I just held him closely, kissing him. "Sorry I didn't last longer, boy," I said. "Your ass was just too perfect." He didn't reply directly. He just pulled me closer and kissed me for a bit. "Your balls drained now, Uncle?" he asked. "Hardly, Greg." We shifted slightly, my cock still connecting us. "And me?" he asked. "Is that it?" "For?" "Getting sick? Being infected?" "No. I'm on meds. It's going to take a lot more loads before one takes and you get converted. And even if this one fuck had worked, that's not a good reason to stop fucking you," I said, smiling. "Good," Greg said. "I enjoyed that. Next time though, I get to cum as well though." "Maybe. Or I keep you on edge for days, just like I've been for the past few days. But now, I think we need some food."

2012-05-23 I had not planned on spending more that 20 or thirty minutes here, I thought to myself. Get in, get the stuff (with a little bartering), and get out. Now I was staring up at the ceiling into the mirror that my host (and meth dealer) Gary had so wisely placed above the leather sling I now found myself fastened into. The leather hood I was wearing let me see, breathe and gave others access to my mouth. The black leather is supple, and I saw myself in the mirror, the rainbow studded leather collar, harness and matching jock on my 155 lb frame; I liked what I saw, how my legs and arms were spread and tied to the sling's chains - immobile and subject to whatever would happen. I thought back to what I had met Gary three months ago, and I don't know why I was surprised this was happening to me; in the first twenty minutes after meeting him, it was obvious that he was twisted (in the good kind of way). A friend of mine, Steve, introduced me to Gary because I was having so much trouble finding a reliable source for tina. We drove to Gary's house one Friday afternoon so Steve could vouch for me when we started dealing. The first sight I had of Gary was a memorable one. He came to his front screen door dressed in his harness and chaps. He swaggered a bit, looking oh so hot as his black leather chaps framed his thick, half erect cock as it was swinging back and forth. His cock was decorated nicely with a thick shiny silver cock ring and an impressively large PA. He met my eyes and we had one of those moments when you know you're going to end up fucking. Still, I tried to keep it business, allowing Steve to do all the talking. Gary invited us downstairs to his "office" to complete our business. The "office" was a large basement room with a padded floor, a leather sling a bed, - all made more inviting by the dim red track lights which covered the whole room. He sat at a table, arranging things for the deal. I told him what I wanted and he weighed it out for me, bagged it, and then asked me if I was a cop. I laughed, and said "Hell no." He smiled at me, then said "A cop wouldn't suck my cock would he?" "No I guess, not" I laughed. He remained serious and said "Want to convince me?" Gary was sitting on a chair stoking his hardening prong as he spoke to me. I didn't know if he was really was serious or not, but I figured what the hell, and knelt between his legs and took his big tool in my mouth. The PA was clicking a little on my teeth, but I kept going. Gary was encouraging me and Steve just watched. Gary whispered in my ear that he'd give me some bonus product if I finished him off, and I eagerly agreed, and began to worship his beautiful tool, which now stood full mast at 8" long and slightly less thick than a beer can. I wasn't going anywhere. Eventually I finished him off, got the product from him and Steve and I left that day as I was the attraction at a gang bang at a local hotel (another story). A week later, I called up Gary and told him I'd like to stop by, but I'd be alone this time. He said "Sure, I'll see you when you get here." I arrived at his place 30 minutes later, and he came to the door looking much the same as last time, which made me hot for him to use that big cock of his on me again. We went down to the office again, and proceeded with the deal. Once Gary had it all weighed out, he started to hand it to me, but stopped short. "How'd you like to prove you're not a cop again?" "Absolutely" I said, kneeling down and engulfing him as he chuckled "Fucking tina whore." That turned me on incredibly - being a tweaking bottom slut with my dealer's big 8" cock in my mouth. I heard the sound of a torch being lit, and he nudged my cheek to give me a hit off his bong. Just the first thick hit of tina smoke was enough to put me at his mercy, but we kept smoking and recycling the hits to each other until we were flying pretty high. He offered me a glass of punch, saying "Drink this, it's G. You'll like it." I eagerly did whatever he told me to, drinking the G down quickly and then going back to work on his cock. His wonderfully thick dick responded quickly and he was hard as a rock in no time - no tina dick for Gary. "You like to get fucked, isn't right Jim?" he asked. "Fuck yes" I said. "I'd love it if you fucked me - I've been thinking about that for a week now." He ordered me on the bed, all fours style, and after lubing my hole with some elbow grease, slid that marvelous tool into my ass-pussy to the hilt in one motion. "Fuck yeah!" we both erupted at once. We fucked for at least an hour and a half, with Gary depositing two loads in my ass before I steadied myself to leave. "There's a little extra in the bag" he said. "See you next week, I suppose." "Great" I answered and with a little wobbliness, walked to my car. The deals with Gary had been going according to that general theme for these last three months. It even developed into a little role playing scene, like I was giving him sex for meth. I was paying, of course, but the scene of him using me as a cum dump as a payment for meth turned us both on immensely. The sex was always white hot - in our little scene he saw that I liked being called degrading names and made to feel that I was completely his to use as he wanted. He so naturally assumed the Dominant role and I the submissive one, that I truly wouldn't call it role playing. It was the first three months of one of the hottest affairs I've ever had. So here I am today, looking up at leathered and bound self, unable to get out of the sling, close my legs or keep anything from entering my mouth. I was a little uneasy, this kind of thing being new to me, but horny beyond description, my ass was tingling from the little bit of tina we'd smoked, and I wanted Gary to fill it as soon as possible. But Gary had left the room after tying me into the sling, he put a poppers soaked cotton ball in the little pouch of the hood as well; my head was swimming and I began to realize Gary had been gone nearly half an hour. I chuckled a little - why was I surprised at being on the altar here in this scarlet tinted dungeon shrine to gay piggish sex? A total slut, tied spread eagle in a sling, unable to move or even scratch my balls, smelling nothing but the amyl, and hearing nothing but fuck-me fuck-me fuck-me techno music in the room. It was all making me hornier by the second! Hell, I realized I wasn't surprised at where I was at all, but realized I loved being here - here, like this - it's just what I am. I am, and always have been a submissive bottom for tops to use and subjugate. I took my first cock at a very young age, and loved it. I just naturally love it when men use me. I love to party, take cocks bareback, get fisted, drink cum and piss and of course, am HIV+ - your typical pussy white bottom. So I was eager when I heard footsteps on the stairs finally, and I began to get excited, thinking about nothing but how I was going to give my hole and mouth completely to worship Gary's big cock. I detected more than one set of footsteps coming down the stairs. Since I had no view of the stairs, I had to wait until whoever they were came around to the foot of the sling to see them. Gary stood, his ringed and PA'ed cock protruding from his crotch, the look of it teasing my itchy hole by its absence. Two men had arrived with him. One was black and was older, maybe late forties, a big thick cock like Gary's (no PA), and moderately hairy, but naked except for his black boots red and black leather bands around his biceps, pierced nipples and lots of tats, 6'4" 230, shaved head, goatee with braids, (with an huge earring that made me think of Mr Clean); his dark brown eyes were piercing directly into mine - he smiled the smile of a conqueror. Gary later addressed him as Stick, and further identified him as his supplier from Dallas. I licked my lips as I stared back. The other man was Black-Mexican, late 30's or early 40's, 6'4, maybe 200 lbs, wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses a baseball cap and a leather harness around his incredible cock (thicker than Gary's - later I'd find out it was 10" with an 8" circumference). Gary spoke first saying "This is my cunt", clearly referring to me. "He thinks he likes to get high on tina and have his sloppy slut hole and mouth used. You'll enjoy him, but first we need to teach him how to really do tina. Here cunt, drink this" handing me the usual G-laced cola. I drank it down without hesitation. With that, Mr Clean produced several orange tipped syringes full of fluid. He was an intimidating looking man, but he softened his expression and assured me as he began to swab my arm - he had a smooth voice, saying "Just stay still. You'll feel a coughing sensation, it's normal, you'll love it - wait for the ride, ok cunt?" "Yes sir," I answered. With a firm grip he steadied my right arm, fixed a tourniquet on it and uncovered the needle. He was confident and smooth, hitting a vein and drawing blood back into the syringe with one motion, then pushing the liquid into my bloodstream steadily until the rig was empty, and just as quickly slapped a bandaid over the spot as he withdrew the needle. It was my first slam ever. I can't find the words to describe what I felt like that first time; after the cough, my ears began ringing and a rush of pleasure and what I can only say is the emotional state of extreme horniness overwhelmed me; I couldn't focus my eyes, my asshole actually started to burn intensely - not with pain, but pure lust. All I wanted was cock - in my mouth, in my pussy, and over and over again. I guess the Mex-Black guy (his name was Pedro) and Gary slammed at the same time I did; as soon as Stick was finished he slammed himself. I was awash in such an intense wave of carnal desire, so willing to give myself for the pleasure of these men that I could not imagine what I would not do to please them, or to satisfy what was now a raging overpowering piggyness. I began chanting "Fuck me, please sir fuck me" over and over again. Gary stuck his cock into my mouth from above, oozing more pre-cum than I've ever seen someone put out. I greedily took his cock in my mouth, but he pushed in all the way down my throat, smiling evilly at me as he said "You're going to be my good little junkie cunt and satisfy my friends, right?" "MMMHHHMMM" was all I could utter. Gary took his cock out so I could breathe - I gagged a little but begged for more. I was flying and my hole was hungry to get fucked. Stick stood rubbing his cock on my hole's opening, jamming wads of lube up my chute and smearing lube all over my hole and butt. He said nothing to me, just looked me in the eye as he slammed his big cock into my pussy ass. Oh God, it felt so good, his thick hard cock, hot inside me and sawing in and out of my bottom faster and faster. He paused a few times, but said nothing to me. I was still swallowing Gary's cock. He held his cock in me for a few seconds then pulled it out, leaving my hole open. I began to moan and wiggle by ass in an attempt to beg for him to put it back in again. Instead, Pedro with his 10x8 monster moved in and began to fuck me silly. He got very verbal, especially about my being a shameless junkie puta for black cock and little fag who was a cum dump for real men. He slapped my ass several times, ordering me to show him how much I love his big black prick as he held still and I slid my pussy up and down his pole as the sling's pendulum motion impaled me on his beautiful cock over and over. Gary and Pedro skewered me for sometime - I have no idea how long - until Gary began to quicken his pace and shot the first load of the evening onto my belly, some of which Pedro raked immediately into my cunt. Gary fed me the rest, and kept fucking my mouth as I sucked his cock clean and swallowed his cum. "Yeah," Pedro taunted me - "fucking cum drinking pussy. You little bitch, you want some more? I'm breeding you right.....now!" And Pedro pounded my ass with violent, quick and full strokes of his 10" of manhood, shooting all of his huge load inside me, continuing to thrust as his jizz made my sloppy ass squish with every stroke. As Pedro pulled out, he moved to my mouth and had me clean his cock as Stick took his place in my ass with his big cock. He was harder than Pedro and fucked slower, using full measured thrusts as he gazed into my eyes. "You like what's happening to you, cunt?" I moaned in affirmation. Stick continued saying "Yeah, I love fucking a real true bottom like you. You love getting fucked don't you." "MMMHHHMMM," I moaned again. Once Pedro's cock was clean, he and Gary smoked a joint as Stick took his time with my ass. "Your hole feels so wide open and ready for stretching. Gary said you'd be a complete pig for getting your ass opened up. I like fucking pussies like you. It turns me on to own a pussy like you and see you take cock like a bitch. Everyone thinks you're a man but you're really a horny little fag who loves to get his ass fucked and be a real man's little bitch." I stared at him hungrily. His dirty, humiliating talk was making me into more and more of the bitch he was calling me. "I get off using a shameless junkie bottom pig like you. You don't care what we do as long as we fuck you right, cunt" he slammed his big cock in my hole. I thrusted back, moaning, "Yes, Sir, I'm your cunt." "You have a nice cunt, so hungry." Stick whispered. "Gary says you whore to get tina, is that right?" he asked. "I like playing like I do," I answered, "it's hot to imagine begging my dealer to put my cunt for sale so I can get high." "I'll bet you would whore for tina if you had the chance, cunt like you would do anything to get a cock in his pussy, right?" "Yes Sir, I suppose so, I've always thought that it is hot to get paid when a guy fucks me." "So you have been paid by guys who fucked you? That's so fucking raunchy, cunt, and I love it! You're really just a cheap fucking whore, aren't you?" "Yes, Sir. I was filled with cock and being told what a whore I was." "Awesome! You cunt, I'm going to show you what a real fucking is. You ready to whore for me tonight for real?" "Fuck yeah" I said, grinding my cunt on his cock. "I have two guys who are going to pay $20 to fuck your mouth and pussy - they think you're neg and that you are getting pozzed this weekend. I think there will be at least five more tonight too. I keep all the money and pay you in tina. What do you say to that?" "I don't think I've ever been so hot to get fucked in my whole life, Sir." "OK, cool cunt, now shut the fuck up for the rest of the evening - I mean it. You're just my hole to pimp out." I nodded. Stick fucked me hard and fast, and gave me his load, filling my hole as he looked down on me with a nasty smile. His cock stayed hard and I was gyrating on it as Gary and Pedro came over after finishing their joint. They asked Stick if he told me about his plan to pimp me out. "Look at the way he's pumping on my dick, he's so hot and ready to be my cheap little whore" Stick said. Gary untied me from the sling and allowed me to get on the bed. Pedro had sat down and I mounted his cock facing away from him, taking Stick's cock into my mouth. Pedro took my legs and spread them, and Gary slipped his fat cock into my cunt next to Pedro's. As Stick fed my mouth with his cock, there was the sound of a doorbell. Gary bellowed, "Come on in, down in the basement." Soon two tall lanky twenty-something guys witnessed the three of them stuffing me with cock. "Look at that whore we're going to fuck, looks like he loves cock" one said, and they both began to strip. "Who's Stick? It was Twenty for both of us, right?" someone asked, to which Stick replied "I'm Stick, and yes, it's $20 for each of you. Okay guys, let's let these two studs have the cunt, since they're paying for it" whereupon Gary and Pedro disengaged themselves from the mattress. "He wants both our poz loads, right?" one of the new guys asked. "Yeah, fuck yeah, the cunt's yours to use. Breed his cunt all you want" said Stick. I was moaning in anticipation. The darker of the two young guys took his shorts off, letting his nice thick dick go free. I immediately sucked it into my mouth. I was on all fours on the bed, and the other kid started rubbing my hole with lube. "How many loads so far, fag?" "Three" Stick answered for me. "Cunt doesn't use his mouth for talking." The guy at my pussy shoved his bare cock into me as he slapped my ass. "You like my hard cock, you pussy ass faggot?" I clenched my hole around his cock as I took the other kid's cock down my throat held it there and gently bobbed on it. We fucked like that for 20 or 30 minutes, as Gary, Stick and Pedro just watched, occasionally commenting on what a good little prostitute I was - God, I was in heaven. Soon, the guy in my ass nutted loudly taunting me to take his buggy jizz and triumphantly announcing to me that he was converting my sorry ass. He pulled out and switched with the other kid, and soon, he also sprayed a load in my cunt as I cleaned his buddy's cock with my mouth. He slowly pulled out and spread my pussy open to get a look at my loaded ass. "You're going tot get bred a lot more before you're through, cunt. How does it feel to be a cheap ten dollar whore?" I responded by enthusiastically cleaning his cock off. "Fucking fag - you're a hot little cunt, crazy for cock and cum, huh?" I smiled. After the two kids left, Stick came over to me. "It will be about 90 minutes before the next guests arrive. I noticed you don't have any ink. I think you should get a whore tag above your cunt. You can talk, cunt." "I've thought about it, Sir. Seems hot" I answered. "I have my rig in the car, I won't make you, but I think you'd look fucking hot with a nice little whore tag over your cunt" he took me by surprise with that. In a moment I made the decision. "I would love for you to give me a whore tag, Sir." I didn't believe I was saying yes. Stick retrieved his tattoo rig and set up, as I was sucking Pedro again. He showed me a pattern for a red bio-hazard sign over a red and black pinstripe. "Perfect," I agreed. Stick knew what he was doing, and it took about an hour. It was somewhat painful. After he finished, he took a pic of for me. It was like the pattern, eight inches wide and three inches tall, centered over my butt crack. God, I thought it looks hot, right above my cunt, giving the tops something to read as they fucked me. I noticed a detail Stick had added: in the loops of the pinstripe he inserted the letters, Slut Pig, but you had to look close to notice them. He put some ointment on it, as I sucked on Pedro again. I could hear him dialing his phone. "Ok, cunt. Let's get you ready for this group. There are five guys coming over to breed you." Stick tied me up on all fours on the bed. I could move my arms a bit and I could see who would be fucking me in the mirror in front of me. "I'm going to video this and get it on ICU, cool Stick?" Gary said"Hell yeah," Stick said. Ten minutes later six not five guys came down the stairs: five white, one black. Gary escorted them over to Stick, who took their $20 bills as they eyed my upturned cunt, ready to be used. The black guy introduced himself as Darnell. He was 6' 200 and has as thick a cock as I have ever seen. He was first up, but came over to my head, and fed me his cock. "Yeah, take my dick you slut" he ordered me. I was able to take him all, and sucked him for all I was worth, as one of the white guys began unceremoniously fucking my ass with quick violent thrusts. He came quickly, and started watching me suck Darnell. I think he got off more on insulting me for being such whore, than fucking me. Another white man's cock replaced him, bigger this time. He blew quickly too. Three more of the nice looking white guys followed, all loading my cunt with their poz cum. Darnell finally started to fuck me, saying he wasn't gay and not poz, but loved fucking white ass faggots. "You suck dick like a real pro, cunt," he taunted me. "A hell of a lot better than my girlfriend." He was close, as he continued to racially degrade me and ram my ass with his big tool. He'd stop, and make me clench and beg for his cock as I wriggled my ass around his massive log. As he bred me, he bent down and whispered in my ear "I would like to know who you are, man. I'd like to get a lot more of this. Here's my cell number, shoving a paper in my mouth, I'm Darnell, see you later faggot." The six guys left as quickly as they came, and I was left there, all tied-up. Gary came over and put a huge plug in my ass, and untied me. "Ready for another slam, cunt? I think you've earned it." I nodded and started sucking his cock. "Okay, get in the sling, and put your legs up." I complied, whereupon Pedro unceremoniously began shoving wads of crisco into my cunt. I could tell he was going to fist me by how his hands moved, and I huffed on the poppers three or four times, very deeply. He easily plunged his forearm into me half way to his elbow. "Okay, Stick, hit the cunt now" he said, as he slowly twisted his arm in my pussy. Stick found my vein again, and pushed what was .4 gram of meth into my arm. "You'll suck anything after this, won't you?" He leered pervertedly at me as the rush hit me. It was overwhelming, and a little scary, but it evened out quickly. There was nothing in my head except how I could get fucked and used by these three hot twisted Dominant fuckers. I reached down and pulled apart my ass cheeks for Pedro, and he slowly slid his arm to the elbow. "Fucking hot little twisted tweaker you are, cunt. You are a sight to see! Look at what a nasty fucking fag you are - higher that a kite on meth, eleven loads in your cunt, and a big black arm shoved up your pussy hole to the elbow. You really are a total fag aren't you? Ever thought you'd be this much of a shameless slut? God, look at you! Were you ever a man, you little cunt?" The taunting was driving me nuts for more. Stick knew just what to say to push me further. He rudely pinched my tit as he shoved his considerable cock into my mouth and down my throat. I took all I could of his cock and looked up into the mirror, what a fucking sight! Pedro into his elbow and Stick down my throat. Gary had gone upstairs and walked down two blocks to the leather bar - that's what Stick said. Stick got a text from him, and he told me Gary was coming down the stairs soon with three young thuggy looking black guys he met outside the bar. They were selling crack outside the bar, and he told them about this cunt he was using at his place and that I whored for chems, so they eagerly came along. As they arrived downstairs, I thought they looked really sleazy. They stripped naked and stood watching Pedro as he kept fisting my ass to the elbow. They started doing some crack as they watched, offering some to me. I declined, saying "No thanks, man. I'm a tina bitch." From their faces, I know they had never seen anything like what Pedro was doing. One of them, (the thinnest) asked if he could try fisting me too. Pedro slowly pulled out and showed them how - lubing them up as he did. Stick turned on the ICU cam and the first of the black thugs shoved thin his arm into me all the way to the elbow. Pedro said that he should try a second hand, but the thug hesitated. Pedro guided him as to how to insert his second hand. Still he hesitated, but Pedro reassured him "It'll be hot, man. This cunt wants it and can take it, believe me! Just look at how he's moving his ass around - he's totally rutting his sluthole on your arm aching to get more of you into his hole." He slowly slipped his second hand in next to his arm, following Pedro's advice as he was turning and twisting his arms in me slowly. He reached a place of resistance and I huffed on poppers four or five times. I exhaled and he finally broke through with both hands into me. I screamed and pumped my ass more, and he slowly advanced into my bowels, finally getting three quarters of both forearms into me, as Pedro poured on the j-lube. He stayed inside me deep like that for 10 or 15 minutes. Stick moved the cam to catch it all, and Gary fed me poppers and his dick as the thug boy filled my cunt with his slender forearms. The thug stud looked down at his cock, and said he was oozing cum and needed to fuck my ass. Pedro helped him as he slid his arms out of my sloppy, gaping hole. The young stud stood and rammed his meat into me and piston fucked me, taking only forty or fifty strokes to dump his wad in my loose pussy. As he was fucking me, I took one of his thug buddies in my mouth as he hit his crack pipe. The third thug was tweaking my tits and sharing the pipe with his friend, ready to replace the first young stud after he came in my ass. This third kid had a big cock, somewhat like Pedro's. He thrusted his rock hard monster cock easily into me. "God damn, this cunt is so fucking used and sloppy - he's fucking worthless!" he sneered. With that I clenched my sphincter on his thick black cock, almost pulling him into me as I did. "Oh damn," he said, "fuck yeah, bitch, you is a for real whore for black cock, huh bitch?" He fucked me rapidly and rhythmically for 20 or 30 minutes. His buddy took a black magic marker he saw nearby and scrawled "Black Cock Fag" on my stomach. As he wrote, the thug fucking me began to slap my ass. Stick came over and began to speak sternly to me. "Look at that cock in your cunt! Tell me what you are, you whore." I was breathless as I was getting vigorously fucked by hot hung thug boy. I didn't know what to say. Stick slapped my ass hard and said to me, "Say that you're a toxic whore and sleazy white slut for black cock." I said "I'm a sleazy-poz-whore-white-faggot-slut-for-black-cock, Sir." Tell everyone how you let anyone dump his cum in your cunt just so you can ride a needle full of tina." I said, "Yes, Sir. That's right. I'm nothing but a shameless tina whore. I love to suck cock, get fucked and have my cunt loaded up just so I can ride a needle full of tina." Stick grabbed my face and commanded me "Okay cunt, tell us all you're a cheap whore for your meth dealer who pimps you out for ten bucks a fuck." I replied verbatim. "Louder" he barked as he slapped my ass good and hard. I shouted, "My meth dealer whores me out for ten bucks a fuck. And he keeps the money." "And you love it, too, don't you? cunt" Gary asked as he twisted and pinched my tits. The thugs loaded my cunt good before they left, saying they had to get back to making cash. All three paid Stick $20 on the way out. Stick loomed over me and showed me the $200 or so that I had earned for him that night. Stick and Gary fucked me one more time, two last loads to make sweet sixteen for the night.

So, after about 6 months of going back and forth and a lot of research I finally decided to go on PREP. I have been on it for 32 days now and have taken it daily. I was terrified to start on this, but after mulling it over I decided with my behavior it wasnt a matter of "if" I became HIV poz, but "when." So, I went on it and have had no side effects at all. I got a major headache in the back of my head for a few days the 2nd/3rd week in, but they have subsided. Not even sure if it was due to the medication or not. But, I was very concerned about side effects and I can say I am pleasantly surprised I have none. Obviously time will tell how the body handles this on a regular basis over an extended time, but for now all things seem to be ok. If you are thinking about going on it, it is a personal decision each has to make on their own. I decided to do it and I am glad I did. I am keeping track of my behavior to see if it gets worse or riskier, but honestly it really cant. I started taking loads bb and once I did that I knew I loved it and needed and wanted more. So, hopefully this big blue pill helps. Id like to hear others that have gone on it recently to hear their stories. This page and many others helped. Do your research guys.

Last weekend, I had the wildest sex in my life yet with my partner Justin. We’ve been together for almost ten years now (we are both in our 30s), and usually Justin is pretty conservative sexually. We were drinking quite heavily (cocktails) during the evening, and around midnight we went to a small gay bar. At the bar, we continued with beers and danced. After a while, Justin started to get quite physical, dancing closely, French kissing, rubbing my dick through my pants, and then sticking his hands inside my pants. It wasn’t really a wild club where you could do stuff like that, so I told him he had to stop or I would have to fuck him in the toilet. He said, “Well, then you just have to do that.” We didn’t waste a second, went upstairs to the toilet and into the only toilet stall they had. Inside, we didn’t waste any time. Of course, we didn’t bring lube, so spit would have to do. Unfortunately, both our mouths were so dry from drinking all evening that we could barely manage a few drops of spit. Justin pulled down his pants, turned around, bent over the toilet seat, lubed up my dick with a little spit, and then shoved it in. After a few strokes with a lot of friction (my cock is rather big), he loosened up enough so that I could fuck him harder. We were both pretty pissed, so after a while, I thought I’d test how far he would go. While we were fucking, I told him to get on his knees and to suck me. I must admit that I’ve had this fascination with Ass-To-Mouth (ATM) for a while, but we had only done it once before, and that was after Justin had douched his ass. This time, he hadn’t prepared. While there was no visible dirtiness, it was clear to both of us that my cock would not be really clean, either. But Justin was too drunk to care, so without hesitation, he turned around and took my cock in his mouth; right after it had been in his ass. Wow! Justin is a really good cocksucker, so he did a great job, but then I wanted back in his ass. I fucked him again for a while, told him to suck me one more time, and then I fucked his ass again. In between, he French kissed me, and I guess I realized that he had just sucked my dirty cock. Finally, I blew my load inside his ass. I don’t remember whether he came or not, but I didn’t really care at the time. Unfortunately, there was no toilet paper in the stall, so he couldn’t really clean up his ass and I told him that he was not allowed to get rid of my cream anyway. We went back downstairs on the dance floor and continued dancing. Justin told me that cum was dripping down his legs. I told him that under no circumstances was he to get rid of my cum until I had the chance to breed him again in the hotel room. In turn, he asked me, with a smile on his face, how I had liked the taste of his ass when I was kissing me. To be honest, I had not tasted anything (and I don’t think I would have liked it), but I thought the question was pretty nasty for a conservative guy like him. Anyway, we continued dancing and rubbing for a while before heading home to the hotel. If you guys are interested, I can post what happened there…

There are these woods about 7 miles from where I lived. Since I only had a bike as transportation (I was 23 at the time), I didn't frequently go there. One of the downsides of this cruising area is that it takes a while to get there and then there's always the chance nobody else is there. There is a trail for horses that are used by the men cruising there. On the bike it's easy to do a recon. There was only one guy there. He wasn't my type though. A tad too young, thirtysomething, buzzcut, wearing sweat pants. However he was also the only other guy there. I rode my bike around the woods where the action is supposed to be, but I just met the same guy again, now just standing around rubbing his crotch. I knew the other guy, let's call him Sweatpants, was into me. I still wasn't sure and I didn't want to approach him so I still had the option of just leaving. I decided to ride my bike a bit into the woods and go for a piss. When I placed my bike against a tree I noticed I was being followed by my fellow cruiser. I walked towards a bush, took my cock out and started to pee. Sweatpants approached me and just stood beside me, watching me piss. I was too afraid to look at him. He didn’t make any moves, he just looked as I massaged my foreskin a bit, showing my red knob that shot the yellow piss into the bushes. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do when I was finished, zip up and leave? Just jerk off a little bit? I didn’t have to take initiative though. He took out his out fat dick. It was very impressive, of course many pricks look amazing next to my own small pencildick. The foreskin almost covered his bulbous mushroom head entirely. He knew I was hooked. Sweatpants pulled his foreskin a bit back and started pissing himself. He shot small burst of piss, to see how I reacted. Since I was jerking on my own cock while watching, he knew I didn’t mind seeing him pee. “Want to hold it?” he asked, and he offered me his cock. I gulped and without replying I grabbed his cock. It felt so warm en nice in my hand. I slid my hand across his foreskin while the urine began to flow again. Again he didn’t just let go, but it was in small jets. “Feels good doesn’t it?” he asked. Without looking at him I mumbled “Yes.” “Want to taste it?” he asked. My heart skipped a beat. There I was, standing in the woods with my hand wrapped around a stranger's cock. And this man who I just met a few minutes ago wanted to piss in my mouth. Wild. I must admit that wetsex is one of those things that turn me on as a fantasy, but I have tasted my own piss and actually didn't like it much, and I knew I wouldn’t like the taste of _his_ piss either. But I just had to do it. Because it was nasty and raunchy and wrong on so many levels and therefore incredibly hot. “Sure” I squeaked and I dropped on my knees. His fat uncut prick, with a droplet of piss on it, pointing in my face. I pulled back some of his foreskin that revealed a purplish knob. I looked up to see Sweatpants’ face. He looked triumphantly at me and said “Take it”. And so I did. I wrapped my lips around his dick. Within an instant I tasted his piss and it tasted horrible. “Swallow” he said, or advised, when he saw I was savoring his piss in my mouth. I just couldn’t swallow, the foul taste was too much. I turned my head to spit it out. Because he didn’t expect this he didn’t stop pissing and a warm jet hit my face. “No, no, swallow it, it’s not that bad” he said, “there’s just a little bit left.” Like some mindless slave I once again took his prick in my mouth. Ready to be pissed in again, even though it tasted awful. Even though –unlike my many fantasies - I didn’t even find it hot to be his toilet. I just complied and let him use me once more. This time I wanted to swallow his piss, no matter how disgusting it was. Sweatpants let go a little jet and I quickly swallowed, trying to taste it as less possible. He did that two more times, small amounts of piss, easy to get rid of. It almost made me proud I was drinking piss. He lay his hand on my head and pushed his cock deeper in my mouth. When he said “breath trough your nose.” I knew what he wanted to do. He now began pissing in my throat without holding back. My only option was to drink his warm liquid waste. As a beginning pissdrinker and inexperienced deepthroater, having a thick dick in my mouth who’s dumping his horrid pee in my throat wasn’t easy. I tried my best gulping down his stinking yellow water but it was too much. Eventually it went down the wrong pipe and I started coughing. I tried my best not to vomit. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. Sweatpants still wasn’t ready and turned away from me to relieve himself from the final jet of piss. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” And then I apologized “Sorry.” Serious, I said sorry for choking on his fat dick pissing in my throat. It made him smile. “You don’t have to apologize. Did you ever do this before?”. “No, never. But I did have fantasies about it” I answered honestly. “What else do you fantasize about?” he asked. That was a tricky question. I’m such a pervert, I fantasize about everything. He could piss in my ass if he wanted to, if he had brought a dog I would’ve sucked it. “Uh a lot of things” was my vague reply. “Can I fuck you?” he asked. “Uh… do you have condoms?” “No, do you?” “No…” “So I can fuck you without one?” he deduced. I hesitated. I wasn’t really into barebacking, but I was all horned up. He looked me and knew I was thinking about it. “Nah, better not” I said, declining his offer. “Can I jerk off and shoot my load on your ass then?” he asked. “Yeah, that’s ok” I answered and I turned around and dropped my pants and bend over. The wind felt nice on my exposed butt, when I showed this stranger my most private orifice. He liked my pinkish star as much as I liked his big uncut dick. “Wow your butthole looks so nice. So tight. So fuckable.” His dirty talk made the experience even better. He touched my ass, grabbing my cheek, running his finger trough my crack. He was still jerking off when he spit in his hand and coated my bumhole with his saliva. Without warning he pushed his index finger in my ass, right up the second knuckle. His finger felt rough and invading. I never liked other men’s fingers in my ass. I grabbed his hand and guided it out of my ass, “It hurts” I said softly. Once more Sweatpants spat in his hand, using his saliva to soothe my tender rectum and just massaging the outside. That felt really nice. “I’m almost ready” Sweatpants said, "spread you cheeks.” I did what he asked, even pushing my asshole so my sphincter opened up to welcome his spooge. “Yeah open your butthole, open it… here is comes ughnnn.” He shot a copious amount of cum on my asshole. The thick jizz dripped down my crack on my pants. Sweatpants using his dickhead to smear the cum between my crack, gently pushing against my rectum, trying to penetrate me. Well he didn’t just try, he did it. The cum acted as lube and his knob suddenly shot past my sphincter. It didn’t stay there long, as he pulled out, collected some cum with his dick and pushed back in, repeating it once more to massage as much of his cum in my guts. When his knob was still buried in my as he said “Next time I’m going to cum in your ass, slutty pissdrinker, maybe piss in it too.” Those words made me cum, enjoying his promises (or threats) and secretly savour the raw cock in my ass.

So the three of us are standing in my kitchen and suddenly helper strips down to nothing. He is standing in front of me totally nude and I am like what the fuck but my tongue was hanging out. A great body (not great face), hard, hairy, ripped. His nuts are lowing hanging and his dick semi hard sticking out right in front of me. He pushes me down, pops in his dick and empties himself down my throat. My dick is so hard I am uncomfortable but there is nothing I can do. He lifts up my chin, calls me a pig and empties his throat into my mouth. I almost gag but then landscaper leans over and coughs up and spits in my mouth. Within seconds helper is almost sitting on my face and I am sucking those low hanging nuts and waiting to see what happens next. To my surprise he moves my face to landscapers zipper and says to landscaper, he is yours. He begins to unzip but helper is like no no no and grabs his belt and jerks landscapers pants down to his knees and suddenly I am face to face with landscapers cock and nuts. Helper says to landscaper he is a pig, he wants your piss and seed. Use him for your own enjoyment and he will have a great time. I did not say a word but thought YES. Lets do it.

I truly believe my seroconversion has begun. On October 4th I was bred by an anon guy for at least 45 min to an hour, it was an epic session, no forplay just tons of raw fucking. We never discussed status, I just wanted that dick! On Octeber 15th I fell very ill, high fever, sweats, severe weakness, aching body, head ache, and I am suffering from it still today (Oct 21st) I was tested at a clinic on Oct 20th and it came up neg, but I know it's still to early for a poz test so I am going to wait the 3 to 4 weeks and take another one. I have never experienced sickness like this before, if this is just the common "flu" it will surprise the hell out of me. I am very prepared mentally for a poz result due to knowing the consequences of my actions, because I enjoyed EVERY second of those actions! If I do result in a poz outcome, I may just become the freakiest pig Vegas has ever encountered!

Both are hot. Depends on mood and connection. There are times I want to be totally dominated and other times when I just want a light hearted romp. Variety is the spice of life.

I have standards. If I'm not attracted, I'm not going to fuck. Regardless of age. I tend to go for guys my age or older because there are less hang ups with guys my age. 42 is just around the corner, and I'm finding the younger guys aren't interested anyway. And that's cool. As long as they aren't asses about it. I'm more about the experience than the age. That said, if I'm attracted to them and they want to fuck.... Who am I to say no? Young guys are great to look at, but I stand a far better chance with guys my age. And that is fine by me.

For me age is not an issue, I'm a no loads refused bttm. Only time i will turn down a guy irrelevant how young or old he is, Is when he can't get his dick hard but keeps trying to get in oh & i hate the guys who only want to feel you up but other then that they don't do anything.

Usually go for guys around my own age +/- 10 years. Maybe because it feels more natural but also because I don't meet a lot of younger guys who are into fucking a "daddy" type (for them). Not that I would turn them away :-)

I could never stop...and no I would never tell!

Older for me. I've always been that way. Usually 40's 50's and 60's ideally. However recently I've started to find younger guys(30's) attractive, esp young arrogant Tops. The first guy I was with was 41 and I was 15, that hasn't changed too much. Even non-sexually I've gravitated to people older than me. I want to soak up their knowledge... and cum

Sounds like you need to be single bro

hey guys. Had been checking bbrt and seeing who was about all day yesterday getting horned up and gagging, looking at all the cock and breeding pics on Twitter. Decided I'd pop down to a local London bar with a big darkroom - Vault on Whitfield St for you fellow Londoners. It was chucking it down with rain when I left to go there so wasn't sure if there would be many guys there, but an ad on bbrt saying I was would take any load had been up for about an hour. The rest is a bit of a blur. I stripped off, put my clothes in the cloakroom, got a beer, wandered round the dark rooms winding corridors for a bit then just decided to bend over on a oil canister in the middle of the room. Straight away there was a cock in me. A group slowly gathered round encouraging the guy - about 50, Italian I think, with what turned out to be a big, thick monster. He dumped in me virtually straight away but carried on fucking me. We went to one of the cabins and he put me on the bed. There were some noises of pleasure but I wasn't sure if he'd cum again or not. Still he carries on. Guys are leaning over the top of the door watching as he wanks and sticks it in deep to dump. I hadn't realised but turns out I took 4 loads off him and he still wanted to give me more. I go back into the main room, to let the Italian catch his breath promising him he can have my ass again later. I get on my knees with my ass facing out, a few guys have a look but move on, then a cock goes in me and I hear the slurp of all the jizz fart out of the guys cock. He says you fucking whore and his mate sucks my ass loads off his cock, they take turns and both dump. the crowd that's gathered round starts taking turns and I just keep getting load after load dumped in me. Then I manage to get into one of the gloryhole cubicles, these are always very popular and you have to queue up. A nice thick cock comes thru which I suck until it's hard then turn round and get it keep up me. I can hear the guy making tell tales noises from the other cubicle and sure enough I've got more fresh bollock juice in me. There's some fucking going on in the corridor outside the gloryhole so I join in and getting another 2 very quickly. I go into one of the cabins agin with a black guy who was in the corridor and he sucks seed out my cunt and kisses me while his long thin dick goes in. He's a gentle fuck, not really what I'm after, but I get the load. He then tries to fist his load deeper up me. That would normally be fine but he has gloves on and with only spunk for lube that ain't gonna work. The main dark room is quite full now and there's another bottom getting his ass passed around. Cute guy too, he had fucked me briefly earlier. I'm on my knees with my ass in the air again and random guys are sticking their cock in me, I can hear and feel the jizz running out my cumhole and guys are gathered round talking about the amount of cum in me and what a whore I am. I definitely get another 2 or 3 loads. I need a cigarette so decide it's time to leave. Work night and all. I don't know how many loads I took but it was well over 10, prob around 15. This is the sluttiest I've ever been and it was suck a hot time. Can't stop thinking about all that seed in me. On the bus home I could smell myself, sweat and spunk and asshole. Walking home from the bus stop I couldn't stop myself farting and it was like a waterfall coming out of me. It was all over my arse, trousers and gushing down my legs. I stuck my fingers up once I got home and loads more comes out, sticky sweet mess that I lick up off my hand. I pout a glass of wine and relax on the sofa thinking that would be it, but at least another 4 loads worth shoot out before I go to bed - I'm beginning to think it was more like 20 loads! My max load count before last night was 8 - about 3 months ago in the same club. Feel like suck a slut today

Part 2 “But no sitting on the good furniture.” “Rim chair or hard wood floors only huh?” “You know the drill boy” His smile said all I needed to know. No matter which boy I took with me the other two would have fun without me and be happily waiting here when I get back, bent over the counter if I wanted. He started to walk away before I cleared my throat. He turned around. I stood there looking at him. “Oh sorry, daddy. I got too excited about my score.” He said as he got down on his knees and cleaned off my cock with his mouth. “Good boy” I heard a door close down the hall and knew one of the boys was increasing their load count and hole stretching. I decided to take a shower and get ready for the day. I had a few things I wanted to go out get for my trip. While I was in there Gabe came in to see if I needed company. I told him no, I wanted his hole to stay the cummy mess it was and if he did shower I would downgrade his score. He pouted and left. Then Luke came in to see if I wanted company. I told him only if he was turning in his ass for judging. He told me no, he was still waiting on a few more scheduled deliveries. He did tempt me more though by rubbing his ass on the glass of the shower. It was a red hot, slimy mess. It looked delicious in that ass crack of small blonde hairs. I told him if he didn’t stop I would take his ass and it would be judged now. He left after that. Of course I couldn’t resist licking the glass. His ass juice mixed with all that cum sent a shudder through my body. He is the biggest tease but unlike the usual tease he will do anything I tell him to or even things I want before I tell him. I kept waiting for Jake to walk in. All the boys know I love playing in the shower and I almost always have at least one of them in there with me. But Jake never came in. I got out and toweled off. I then went down stairs to read the paper. I was going to take one of the boys to the store with me but they were all occupied or indecent to take out at that point. As I was reading two big black men walked out of jakes room. My jaw dropped. They were both naked. They were both at least 6’6” and hung. The one on the left was hanging longer, but the one on the right was very thick. They both were still semi hard. The one on the right asked “Are you David?” I said “Yes” They handed me a card and an unopened rose. The one on the left said “And he said something about a shower boy?” I hollered for Gabe. He came down from his room. I said “Your brother said you were a shower boy for these guys. So clean their dicks, then grab their clothes, and then take them to the shower.” Gabe had the biggest shit eating grin and said “Yes sir.” As Gabe got down to clean their dicks I told the guys “Think of him as a guest towel. He is pretty, he is there to be used, but down ruin it because you are a guest.” They both nodded. I then turned to my card and rose. I opened the card. It said “My ass is no longer just a rose bud. These boys have added their spunk as the final ingredient for your feast to enjoy. I wanted you to see what just destroyed my hole. I now await your judging of my hole.” My cock leapt to attention. Gabe was getting to much into giving head and not just cleaning. I smacked his ass. He spit out the thick cock in his mouth. I grabbed his nipples and stood him up by them. I then grabbed his balls so I had his full attention. “What was your second direction?” He looked at the ground and said, “Gather their clothes.” “Then go, Sorry boys. If you want there is a gang shower in the bathroom down at the end of this hall.” As Gabe came back from Jakes room I told him to stop. He wouldn’t look me in the eye. All I said to him was cage. I then went to Jakes room. When I walked in it smelled like sex. First thing I noticed was he had left his pants on but he was restrained wrist and ankles spread eagle on the bed face down. He was blind folded and still in his dirty ripped clothes. On his back was a pair of scissors with a red satin bow on it. My first thought was this boy knows me too well, a mixture of romance and kink. And I noticed no gag so I asked “So, how is the hole?” He responded “Properly prepared.” I growled at him. I reached over to feel his pucker through the hole in his jeans. My finger slide in without any pressure. His ass felt full. I could feel my finger pushing back and forth through the sludge of spunk in his ass. I was drooling. My dick jumped. And he moaned. I pulled out my finger and tasted it. It had a sharp but sweet taste. But it was so thick. I moaned like it was the best vintage of wine I had ever tasted. “Your hole is so loose and full” “I posted my photos and ad on craigslist that I would be at the bath house taking all loads. I did pretty well. And I knew I had the boys lined up for this morning. I wanted to show you how good my hole really can be. Now it’s ready for you sir, please taste, use, and score my hole” “Happily.” I said as I grabbed the scissors. First I cut waistband of the pants just to see that wonderful set of ass cheeks. At the top of his ass I noticed the end of red mark. I then started cutting his shirt up the back and found red marks all over his back. I have to say the sight turned me on. The thought of this big 6’2” broad shouldered man being abused and whipped just went straight to my dick. I said “Did you take some abuse?” “I had them lock me into a fuck bench at the bath house. One of the guys figured out when he lashed my back my hole would tighten up. I had told them not to let me out till 8am this morning no matter what so they left me and some of the other guys got off on my screams and moans and hole tightening. I’m sorry if the marks displease you.” “No boy, they don’t displease me. But I would have loved to have seen or at least heard it.” “If you press play on my mp3 player on the night stand you can hear me moan through the lashes. I had it recorded with my phone.” “Damn boy you really did wanna win this” I said as I reached over and hit play. As soon as I did I heard the belt hit his back. The scream that turned into a moan was too much for me. I stood up and stripped. I then opened the ass of the jeans so nothing would get in the way of his hole. I snipped the remains of his boxer briefs and pulled them out and off of him. He whined when this happened because I’m sure it rubbed his dick. I wanted to get deep. I then got up on the bed and started rubbing my cock along his crack. The slime of cum was everywhere. I then pulled back and continued listening to his sloppy fucking on the recording and the whipping of his back. I lined myself up and waiting for a loud scream. When one finally came about 20 seconds later I plunged full length into that hole. I felt the cum gush around my dick and onto my balls. Jake just moaned and smiled. I swirled my dick in that hole. I traced the scissors on his back. I cut the rest of the shirt off and noticed chains laying by either side of his chest. I knew they would be connected to his nipples. This boy was seeking torture today. “damn boy nipple clamps too. You really wanna be hurt today.” “My hole is wrecked, and I know you love that but I wanted you to be able to make it a little tight if you wanted too. So I gave you some options.” I reached down and grabbed both chains. When I pulled, true to form his hole clenched as best as it could on my dick. He also screamed. The scream probably made me harder than the hole did though. I was already hard a rock and stirring cum in a great hole, so no complaints. I then pulled out and dove face first into that hairless big ass. I was over taken with the taste. As I sucked on the hole he pushed some cum out for me to taste. It was fantastic. Ass juice and cum filled my mouth and I swallowed a wonderful load. As I was gobbling his ass full of cum I noticed another chain in his pants. I felt around and found it was connected to a choke collar on his balls. I pulled on it hard and felt his ass ring try to close on my tongue that was digging for more cum. I also felt his scream rattle through his body, quickly turning to a moan and shutter I could feel in his ass. “Please load my hole sir, enjoy, abuse, and overflow my hole” I put my thumb in his hole and then pushed in my dick with it. He squirmed in the perfect way, almost wanting to fight the restraints but then relaxed into it. I kept fucking him and then pulled his nipple chains. I felt his hole start to spasm. I knew he was cumming so I reached down and pulled his ball chain. His back arched and hollered in ways I never knew he could. That threw me over the edge and added my slime to the deepest part of his ass I could get too. Spent and happy I rolled off him. I called for Gabe to bring me a sharpie. “How did I do sir?” “Very well, you know me too well” “Is there anything I could have done to make it better for you?” “God I don’t know” Gabe showed up sharpie in hand and I could see the cock cage inside of his jock strap. “Are the boys gone?” I ask “Yes daddy” Gabe says. “Okay, I want details later. First I must grade this hole.” I write 9 on the small of his back, covering some of the lash marks. “Plug that hole. I’ll wanna taste it again later.” “Yes sir”

BIg decision and I would have thought it over-------------for at least about 10 seconds and said get over here now. LOL Thought the roommate was going to convince him though. Very fucking hot story though.

I must have just read this for about the 30th time and I still get boned and wish it was me getting fucked by a guy like that. That would be hot as hell.

It has been a while but trust me, it has been an incredible few months. To go over everything would take hours so I will try to post a few things at times over the next few weeks. My last update was towards the end of July but on August 1 he shows up early evening, dressed not in his work clothes but a nice pair of pants and white shirt. He looked so fucking hot. Anyway he comes bouncing up to the back porch with a bottle of gin and some beer, sits down and tells me his wife/family has just taken off for three weeks at the beach. He is going to try to meet them for a long weekend sometime in the middle of their vacation but depends on his work schedule. He goes inside fixes a few drinks, comes out hands me one and bends down and kisses me. Just like that. I am shocked but my dick springs into action and all sorts of things come to mind, We sit and talk At some point he says he needs to switch over to beer so he can take care of me. Over the next half hour he downs a few and springs up and with glass in hand and directly in front of my face at eye level whips out hi dick and starts to fill a glass. I have never seen his cock this close and wanted nothing more then to bend forward and take it. But the way things where happpening figured I did not want to ruin anything. He is holding his cock with one hand and the glass with the other. He fills it and stops just show of the top and hands me the glass saying, (are you ready for this), it is going to be a wild few weeks getting to know each other while his family is out of town. All I can think is what the hell does he mean by that. I drink the entire glass of hot piss while he is bending over me. When I am finished he leans over with open mouth and attacts my mouth leaving behind a serious case of beard burn and mouth full of his spit. This goes on for a few hours. We talk and really get to know each other with breaks for piss, kisses and spit. He does tell me over the course of the evening he loves coming over because he can live out his fantasies and I am open for whatever. It is the first time I get the impression this is going to go further.

I can't wait to use dark rooms more. Love the fact some troll can be breeding me with me knowing. Gloryholes are already one of my favorite things. Guys just drop by and give me there loads

In pre-arranged hookups (via BBRT, Scruff, etc.) always. (My status is in my profile text). At bathhouses or other anonymous venues, there's rarely any conversation.

10:57 PM He steps away and another man takes his place behind me. “Wow.” The new man laughs to someone else. “Get some pics of his hole. Swollen and dripping with cum.” 
I hear a couple cameras snapping away. Then the new man grabs the back of the jockstrap and pulls my but up a bit. “Get that pussy in the air, you dirty whore.” This dick is not nearly as large as the first one but it isn’t small. It slips inside me easily though and he starts his fuck. Another man steps in front of me and taps his dick on my lips. He smells of sweat and piss as if he hadn’t washed property. I still can’t see his face but my eyes have adjusted enough to see a big hairy belly above his dick. He has a great uncut dick though, hard and dripping with precum. I don’t really care what he looks like. I open my mouth and he slides into my throat. I have a cock in each of my holes. The two men seem to synchronise their thrusts, pushing deep inside me front and back as if trying to meet in the middle. The heavyset guy in my mouth cums first. He pumps his load down my throat without stoping his thrusts until his cock begins to soften. Even then he doesn’t pull all the way out of my mouth. He just pulls back so the tip of his dick is resting on my tongue. “I have something special for you, pretty boy.” The heavyset man says. “Make sure you drink all of it and don’t spill a drop.” I’m confused, not sure what to expect. Then I feel his dick flex slightly on my tongue and my mouth fills with a warm, salty, and bitter liquid. Piss. He is pissing in my mouth. I’ve never tasted piss before. The thought always grossed me out a bit. But now I take it. The taste is strange, unpleasant even, but somehow makes me feel even hornier than I did before. I want to keep it in my mouth, to savour its flavor but it keeps flowing in and I have to swallow to keep from letting it spill. “That’s it, boy. Drink that piss.” The heavyset man says above me. His flow slows to a trickle. “Hold this bit in your mouth so I can get a good picture.” I open my mouth and his snaps several pictures of my mouth filled with his piss before i swallow. I suck the tip of his dick to get the last few drops. He pats me on the head, like a dog, and pulls away. “Fuck, that’s hot.” The guy fucking my ass moans. “Gonna shoot. Here is comes…. take my AIDS you whore!” His body shakes and I know he is coming, filling my ass with another toxic load.

8:35 PM I can’t wait any longer. My stomach is churning in fear, in excitement, in lust. I step out of my little apartment and lock the door. I walk quickly to the bus stop. The wait is longer than expected. I pace nervously. I can’t be late. I check the time on my phone. Come on, come on. Finally the bus arrives. The driver is chatting with another passenger. I try not to give him a nasty look as I pay my fare. He is still chatting and doesn’t pay attention to me anyway. I am already in a seat before he closes the door and pulls away from the stop. He is clearly in no hurry. I watch the blocks go by. Slowly. I check my phone and time is passing quickly. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I mutter to myself. I barely keep from shouting at him to find the fucking gas pedal. Finally the person he is chatting with gets off the bus. I’m the closest passenger to the front so he tries to start talking to me. I just give him my best blank, dead look. He scowls, says something about having to deal with freaks, but finally picks up the speed a little. I’m feeling nervous now. Too nervous to worry much about this guy as long as he keeps the bus moving at a decent pace. 9:48 PM I’m outside the address in Silverlake He gave me. I’m early, and I know He won’t like it, so I pace up and down the block. I hope none of the neighbours think I’m there to cause trouble or call the police. Not for the first time I ask myself what I’m doing. I tell myself to leave, to run away, and forget this. I can barely breathe. My heart is beating like mad. I feel dizzy, a little sick, But I keep pacing, watching the time. The minutes drag by so slowly it hurts. The small house looks dark. Maybe he is not there? Maybe he is just messing with me? Maybe this is some elaborate and evil joke? It is time. One minute to the hour. I turn toward the house. My legs don’t want to move but I force them to take a step forward, then another, then i’m marching up the sidewalk. Up the steps.

5:45 PM Back on the bus. Heading home. So much to do in the next few hours. But memories are still bubbling up. The pattern continued. Days , even a week or more, would go by without hearing from him. Then an email would show up. No message, just a picture. Each time a new new email would come in, I would spend days masturbating over the latest picture… until the next one would show up. Each picture was hotter and kinkier than the last. Each picture showed His hot body, His hot cock, but not His face. Each time he was with a different guy. First He was fucking a redhead, Next was someone with a shaved head like I had when I was competing in swim meets (although I had started letting my hair grow out a bit after the season ended… but it was still pretty short). The shaved head guy was surrounded by a group of guys, my mystery man’s dick in his ass and another guy’s cock in his mouth - a gang bang then - but only the shaved head guy’s face was visible in the picture. A week or so later the next picture was Him, my mystery man, and other guy who’s face was also cropped out and they were double penetrating a blonde. The blond looked like he was screaming but his face was a beautiful blend of agony and ecstasy. I’ve never done anything like that… i wonder how it feels? Each time I wrote back saying how much I wished he would do this to me, how I would do anything he wanted, how much he would like my ass. Each time i felt more desperate. Over two months had passed since I first responded to his ad. Still I was craving him. I had never seen his face, I didn’t know his name,, had not met him, still had not spoken to him except by email and Craigslist, still didn’t know anything about him. I just knew I wanted him. Finally, one evening an email arrived with no attachment. “Do you think you can take my cock?” was all it said. I immediately wrote back: “Yes. Please.” I was surprised when his reply came back so quickly. “You want me to breed you with this POZ cock, boy?” I didn’t breathe for a minute. He was POZ. I had wondered, maybe even suspected, but now I was seeing it written there before me. It didn’t make a difference. I wrote back, using words and phrases I had learned from the stories I read on BreedingZone. “Please, sir. Please fill me with your toxic seed. Knock me up.” A few minutes later I received the reply. “Soon.” Almost home now. I’m eager to be off the bus, to be home, and start getting ready. 7:20 PM I step out of the shower and hang up my towel. I’m clean - inside and out like He told me - and ready. I pick up the jock strap He sent. It is not new. It smells of cum, piss, and sweat. I wonder how many of the guys in the pictures He sent me have worn this same jock? I cover my mouth and nose with it and breath deeply its scent. I want to cum so badly… but He told me not to. I reluctantly pull the jock away from my face, slip my legs into the straps, and slide it on. A little tight but not a bad fit. I slip on a pair of blue track pants with a white stripe up the side. Maybe a bit cliche, but I think He will like how I look in them. Then a t-shirt, and shoes, and I am ready. Too early to leave yet. I pull out my cell and scroll back through His messages and emails. By this time, Orange Country was feeling too constricting. I was ready for a move. And I wanted to be closer to Him. To be close when He was ready. I found an apartment in Hollywood (West Hollywood adjacent the ad called it), found a job in a hotel, and made the move. Still He was sending me messages. Pictures. Promises. Teasing me. Driving me crazier. “Going to have a party for you.” One message read. “You are going to have our toxic cum pour out of your slutty hole.” Said another. “We are going to ruin you.” Last week, He sent a message to keep to keep today’s date free. Then, last night, nearly 24 hours ago, the message: “Less than 24 hours now, boy. We are going to fuck you, use you, and POZ you up real good…” I am so ready.

9:00 AM I’m on time as I hit the time clock… barely. I work at the front desk in a hotel. It's a stupid and shitty job but it is a paycheck. “Glad you can join us Sam.” My manager says and gestures for me to get out to the desk and start helping the ‘guests’. I put on my fake smile, go on auto-pilot and retreat into my memories again. The morning after I responded to the Craigslist ad, I checked messages again. Still nothing. Why wasn’t he responding? I’ve got a swimmer’s build, tight abs, great ass, and I’m really cute… everyone says so. What more can he want? Several friends called and told me to come hang out. I resisted, they insisted. and I went along with it. Every chance I got, I checked Craigslist on my phone for messages. Still nothing. It was about ten when I got home. I checked again. One new message. Him. Finally! “Nice pic. Talk a look at my profile here…” followed by a link to a web page. I clicked on the link, of course…. it was on a site called BreedingZone. I glanced at the profile without really reading it but there were two albums of pictures. The first album is a number of pictures of Him. They were again taken from angles where you couldn’t see the face but it was clearly the same body. This time He wasn’t wearing underwear…. and I was instantly drooling His dick was fucking amazing. I have never seen one that big. 9 fucking inches according to the caption! He also had a tattoo of a scorpion on his groin… tats are so hot. The second album was even better. It was full of pictures of guys, young guys like me… maybe 18 to 20. all very fit… on their knees sucking Him or bent over and taking His big dick deep in their asses. I started stroking myself as i clicked through his pictures. A couple of them were closeups of His dick buried in an ass. I stared at those pictures, trying to figure out what seemed odd about them. Then it hit me. He wasn’t wearing a condom in any of the pictures. Wild! I was staring at the pictures, strangely captivated, and stroking myself. Within a few minutes I had shot another load all over myself. I licked the cum off my fingers and typed out a reply. “Wow… hot pictures. You have an amazing body.” Again I waited. No reply. Four days passed. Every day I kept checking my messages on Craigslist. Nothing. What the fuck? What was wrong with me that he wasn’t interested. Maybe I wasn’t as cute as I thought? Saturday. I was restless, desperate. Why wasn’t he replying? I checked Craigslist. New message! It listed an email address and then “Send an ass pic.” It knew it wasn’t a request. It was an order and I didn’t question it. I went into the bathroom and snapped a picture of my ass in the mirror and sent it off from my regular email account. I waited in agony for a reply. Two days went by, then I received an email: “Nice butt, Take another pic. This time spread your cheeks and let me see your tight hole.” I almost danced in the middle of my room. He responded! He liked my ass. I obeyed his instruction, went into the bathroom, bent over and spread my cheeks this time so my hole was clearly visible, snapped a couple pictures, and sent the message off to him. No reply again. Days passed. I swear I jacked off in almost every room of the house. I was spending time on BreedingZone every day, looking at all the profiles and pictures, reading through forums and stories about guys fucking without condoms.. there were even guys looking for to get infected with HIV! This was crazy shit… but I got hard every time reading about it and I couldn’t stop looking at it. I had thought I was a rebel when I sat my naked ass on the family couch and wacked off. I was a silly kid… this was the real deal. Hot, dirty, nasty sex. I wanted to try it. I needed to try it. He had still not replied when my family got home from the vacation and I had to stop walking around the house naked and jacking off everywhere. The guest in front of me is looking at me funny. He must have said something to me… but I have no idea what it was. Have to keep it together… stay focused. Less than 13 hours now.

Lucky?

gay guys who refer to themselves as straight or straight acting are usually closet cases.

cam1972, I couldn't agree with you more. I think of all the times I would see Craigslist ads with guys claiming they are "straight" and only top. If you ask them if they bottom at all, they reply "no, I'm straight." It's actually kind of funny. Correct me if I'm wrong but the last time I checked, straight guys play with women ONLY. I don't know. Maybe I'm just old fashioned.

Hairy men with scruffy beards. Unwashed is even better.

If anonymous fucking is your thing, I've always liked the dark rooms in bath houses like Hawks. Sometimes I get off bending over and letting just any hard cock or fist probe at my ass. There's something primal and nasty about walking in blind, naked and greased knowing that you're going to get felt up and fucked by any guy who wants a hole to slide into. I remember one time I hit this sauna that was off the beaten path a little. I'd been partying and my cunt had been thoroughly fisted and fucked. My plan was to catch a nap in this quiet bath that tended to have an older client base (no techno, no crowds) naturally I was tweaking and so even though my cunt was sore as hell, all I could think of was getting something into it. I walked out into the quiet hall of this bath and it was pretty deserted. Most of the older guys were napping, doors open, or chatting. I walked around, took a dip in the whirlpool, sauna... then, on my way back to my room I saw this dark area. The room was big, and totally black. There was no way to navigate except by touch. I dumped my towel where I knew dudes could watch me walk in naked and took a big hit of poppers..... My head was swimming and my eyes were desperately trying to focus on anything... but there was no light. All I could feel was the throbbing ache of my swollen cunt and the sounds of bodies in the dark. I moved around, taking ample hits of poppers, making just enough noise to let guys know I was there and in heat. Pretty soon I felt a hand brush against my leg. He felt around a bit, got a sense of how I was built and felt for my cock. When he saw I was soft he reached around for my ass and went straight for my hole. Instantly he felt the swollen fuckhole and the sticky combination of lube and cum. This dude knew he'd found a hole he could fuck anyway he wanted. He dug his fingers in to my fisted hole and hissed through his teeth.... I heard him say something to someone else in the room and suddenly I had two faceless naked dudes fingering my hole. The pain was extraordinary as my abused cunt complained about more intruders raping its tender walls, but I loved being powerless to resist. Both guys took turns fucking my starving screaming hole. Each time their hard cocks would slide in, there would be the flood of sensation of being filled and the pain that quickly transformed into burning hunger. I could see in the dim light of the doorway, shadows of men who heard action in the pit, coming to see, coming to enjoy the sounds of fucking. In all I got fucked by four guys and gently fisted by another.... The beauty of being the only fucked up bottom in a sauna full of older dudes is that you get all the loads. I never did sleep that night, but my cunt still remembers the feeling

I have heard of guys showing up at a hotel and robbing the bottom of his money, drugs, computer if he had one. The scenario of being blindfolded and alone like that in a motel room is a perfect target for someone looking to commit a robbery. Then if you have some standards and a total troll shows up and your not into him but he is not taking no for an answer and ends up raping you. Having a buddy is best, but even someone you meet online like another bottom you two can take turns and watch each others back. That way you don't have to ask a friend. I know that I would not want to ask one of my friends cause they would totally not understand why I was wanting to do that. Some things are better left unsaid.

I ran into my Army Unit Commander at a bath house once in Dallas when I was stationed at Ft Hood. Well I wouldn't say ran into, I was on all fours in the maze on the floor getting fucked and started to suck on a nice cock in front of me, eventually after the guy finished in me from behind, the one in the front started to face fuck me good, filling my mouth with cum. As I stood up to thank him for the load, I realized that it was my Commander. He whispered in my ear to follow him back to his room. I did as I was told, like a good soldier. And he rewarded me with some amazing hard fucking and nice thick cum loads. He was also very happy to share me with others when He was taking a break. The best part was that his wife knew he was bi, eventually I ended up at his house most weekends off being used by him for his wife's enjoyment. He really was the one that made me fully enjoy being a little slut. But I was always worried that it might bite me, so I re-enlisted to go to Germany. That was the best move for me ever, I really learned how to be a cumhole there.

Here's a good one: A couple of years ago, we had a new guy where I worked. He was my age (27 at the time), very good looking, very well built. He friended me on Facebook and I got a look at his photos. There were quite a few of him shirtless and man, he had a seriously hot body. We became work buddies pretty quickly. He asserted himself to be straight- always talking about girls he was dating (seemed like it was a new girl every weekend, quite the ladies man!). One night, I was cruising on Craigslist and came across an ad with a picture that I could have sworn was one of the shirtless pics this guy had on Facebook, though the face was cropped out in this pic. I checked his Facebook to match it to this one and sure enough, it was. Thinking there was no way this straight as an arrow dude could have been posting for sex with men, I assumed someone might have stolen his pic. But I was curious..... I emailed him from an email address that he wouldn't be able to tell was me. He replied with his face pics. IT WAS HIM!! Shocked, but now very curious what he was into, I started asking him what kind of scene he liked. Turns out he is into young, fem twink types who dress up in women's panties and shit like that. He was looking for a guy that could host and he wanted to come over and get sucked, then bend his boy over and fuck him while his boy wears some women's lingerie. No kissing, none of that. Man, was that a shocker! Just goes to show you... No matter how straight, macho and masculine a guy asserts himself to be, he still might be into plowing another dude's ass from time to time.

We returned to work that Monday to learn about the twin’s latest conquest. The twins had met another set of twins that were home from college for the summer. Marc went on how these twins began to wrestle around with each other early on at the age of 7. As they wrestled they discovered that they enjoyed the male to male contact as their little dicks got hard as they wrestled. As they grew the wrestling went from t-shirt and shorts to just shorts. Ay 11 they got their first wrestling singlet’s and began to wrestle wearing those. The sensation on their cocks was incredible that eventually they each had their first dry orgasm. Over the next year they progressed to wrestling in the nude and discovered oral and anal sex. They had matches and the loser would get fucked by the winner. Mike chimed in to tell us that they were evenly matched and said that they fucked each other equally. Mike shared with these twins that he and Marc also fucked each other and never used condoms. The wrestling twins said that they liked to fuck skin on skin and didn’t want to use condoms but were a little fearful of getting HIV but knew it would eventually happen. Mike said that he asked if the twins wanted to get the waiting over and finally get HIV. The wrestling twins were hesitant but not totally resistant to the idea. Marc and Mike were willing to work on them and maybe we could have these new twins up to the cabin for the fourth of July fuck-fest. I could tell that the twins were excited at the prospect of adding to our family. The fourth was approaching and we learned that the wrestling twins were going to join us for the fuck-fest. I learned that the fuck-fest was the entire week around the fourth where guys would come to the cabin to party and fuck. Steve sent me and Colt up to the cabin on Thursday before the fuck-fest. We were to bring 3 more slings to the cabin and get everything set up before the rest were to arrive on Friday. We had everything set up and then spent the rest of the day by the lake in the sun. We had been sunning naked for a while now and each had a nice tan without any tan lines. We made some dinner and settled in to watch some porn and fuck. We fell asleep in each other’s arms and woke to Ryan and Steve coming through the door. Steve was pleased to see us getting along so well. Ryan and Steve stripped down and we prepared the night favors. It was also time for Colt to learn how to prep points and administer a slam. We all worked with him and soon he had his points set up for the night. We also prepared points for the twins and there guest as we waited for the guys to arrive. We didn’t have to wait long when Marc and Mike walked in with two hunks I was looking forward to seeing get knocked up. Their names were Aaron and Alan identical twins. They were solid muscle, both about 6 feet tall and had to weigh n around 170 with light brown hair. Marc and Mike stripped down as Colt and I showed our guests around. When we got to the bedroom the twins dropped their back packs and stripped down to reveal a decent package. The only body hair they had was above their cocks. Their father taught them to shave their legs and since they had been shaving since they started to grow hair their legs remained fairly hairless. We went back down to join the others to see that Marc and Mike were naked and ready to party. Aaron and Alan were asked if they were ready. They looked at each other, kissed and said that they were ready to convert. They each willingly climbed into a sling and were appropriately restrained. It was very apparent that they were not ready for what we did next. Marc began to fuck Aaron as Mike began to fuck Alan. As they were getting fucked we placed tourniquets on their arms and you could see the surprise in the new twin’s eyes as each was given a slam that was mixed with Marc and Mike’s blood. You could hear each one asking what was going on. Marc and Mike simply held still and told their bottom that they were going to be begging for cock all week until it was dripping from their asses. I administered Marc’s slam and Ryan gave Aaron his while Colt gave Mike his slam and Steve gave Alan his own slam. As they coughed out Marc and Mike resumed fucking them while you could hear each twin cough out as they were fucked. It was time for us to join the party and Colt was already in a sling as he administered his own slam. I joined him in the sling next to his as Steve slid into Colt then gave himself a slam. As I administered my slam Ryan was ready to fuck me and slammed himself as I rubbed his chest and stomach as I felt his hard cock inside me. I was able to see the action as the set of twins fucked in the slings across the room as Ryan commented that he could tell I had a few loads in me already. There was a nice shot of the neg twins getting their asses pounded hard. Once Ryan was done seeding my hole he pulled out in time for us to watch Marc and Mike finish up. Since Colt and I were rock hard and primed we went over and took our turns at fucking Aaron and Alan. While we were fucking the new twins, the others were busy sucking each other’s cocks. Soon Marc and Steve were ready to fuck again. I expected them to fuck the other two but they had other plans. Steve got behind Colt and Marc got behind me while Ryan and Mike continued to 69. I leaned forward to kiss my twin as Marc slid home easily. Soon we were fucking again and the feeling of Marc’s cock inside me was too much and I was unloading inside my twin bottom. I heard Colt scream out when he shot and we withdrew to be replaced by the guy behind us. We looked over to see that Mike and Ryan were ready to go and joined them in the bed. Colt and I were face to face to that we could kiss as we got fucked doggy style. I took a moment to look back at Ryan as he fucked Colt to have him lean in for a kiss. I went back to kissing Colt and we were both rewarded with more cum inside our holes. As the four of us recovered on the bad in the room we watched Marc and Steve working on the twins. It was apparent that they had better stamina but so did Mike. He was now fucking Ryan as I moved over to offer Ryan my semi-hard cock. As the action progressed through the night into the next day we could tell that Aaron and Alan had come around to partying. We ate a light breakfast and headed out to the lake for some fun in the sun.

Ryan and I watched TV from his bed, porn of course, as we relaxed and took moments to kiss and fondle each other’s semi-hard cock while we chatted. Ryan asked me what I had packed for the weekend. I let him know that I followed his suggestion and had only brought a change of underwear since I was told that no other clothes would be needed given that we’d be naked the entire time. I asked him who we were meeting. He told me we’d be driving up with identical twins Marc and Mike. The guy who owned the cabin, Steve, would be driving up alone with the new kid. I asked who the new kid was since I thought I was the new kid. Ryan chuckled, gave me a kiss and told me that the new kid was a neg that was chasing and ready for conversion, and that I wasn’t a new kid I more like his little brother. Since I was an only child Ryan’s comments made me smile. We kissed again and watch some more porn. Ryan got a text on his phone and told me that it was time to get going. We got dressed, grabbed our back packs and headed out. There was a red Jeep waiting for us with the twins sitting in front. We hopped in back and I was introduced. Ryan asked them how things were at work. I learned that Ryan and the twins worked together for Steve. It was a small shipping business that catered to a select clientele. Not much more was said except for Ryan letting me know that he could get me a job there if I was interested and if Steve liked me. One of the twins said, Steve won’t just like me, he’ll love me. I’m not sure how long it took to get to the cabin. Ryan woke me with a kiss as we pulled into a secluded, wooded area. We drove back another distance and to see this modest cabin with a deck off the back leading up to a lake. The jeep stopped and we climbed out. We each grabbed our back packs and headed inside. Ryan showed me around. Downstairs there was a large room with a large bed in the middle. Off to one side was a kitchen with a full bathroom. Upstairs there were 2 bedrooms along with 2 full bathrooms. Each bedroom had an extra large bed, big enough for 4 people to sleep. There were TV’s in each room. I was told that all the TV’s were linked up to a computer that could play continuous porn or they could show what was going on in any room of the cabin since the computers were connected to cameras in each room of the house. We tossed our things in one of the rooms and kissed each other. As I turned for the door I saw the twins were already naked as they entered the room. I commented that I guessed we were sharing a room. I turned to see Ryan lose the last of his clothing. Like moth’s to the flame I was surrounded by the 3 naked studs and easily lost what little I had I was wearing. Ryan then said, now let’s get things ready for Steve and out guest. I followed them downstairs and watched as the twins pulled a large canvas bag from the closet. Ryan asked me to help with a trunk that was next to the bad. I was memorized when the trunk was opened. It was filled with all kinds of toys, ropes, and restraints. As I helped Ryan setup the trunk I noticed the twins were assembling a sling in the center of the room. Once everything was set we then set about preparing the favors for the party. We each took Viagra as points were set out. We then set about preparing points for ourselves for the weekend. Mike asked me how much I like to do when I slam. I told him that I’ve only slammed on two occasions. The first time was when I first met Ryan and the second time was last night. Marc snickered and said that he knew how much I did my first time and then asked how much I did last night. I told him a lot less. I was preparing my slams to be able to top some tonight and maybe later I’ll do some that will leave me a total bottom. That brought a big grin to both Mike and Marc. We were all set and I was itching to do my slam, but we had to wait for Steve and the guest of honor. We didn’t have to wait long. We were all on the bed as we heard a car pull up outside. A few moments later the door flew open and I saw a very good looking daddy type walk in followed by a guy about my age. As I looked closer I recognized the kid as a guy from my high school, Colt. He was a year behind me at my high school and the starting quarterback on the football team. We made eye contact and you would have thought he was going to die. I was introduced to Steve and he commented to Ryan what a great catch I appeared to be. Ryan let Steve know the night was over that I’d surprise him. I was asked to show Colt around and help him get himself settled in the master bedroom. Colt followed me upstairs as I described the place and showed him the master bedroom. We then had a chance to chat. I learned that his father had held him back a year before he started kindergarten to give him a chance to mature for football. I asked him about his girlfriend, I thought he was dating a cheerleader and, according to the gossip at school, had been banging her since they started dating. He told me that they had decided to wait until after high school. That was his way out of having to explain to her that he gay. I smiled at Colt and told him that it was going to be ok. Knowing Ryan like I do, this was going to be a fun weekend. Colt then asked me if I was poz. I told him with a smile that as of a couple weeks ago. He then asked me if they brought me up here. I told him that Ryan was my HIV father, or as we were calling it, he is my HIV big brother. Colt then asked if I partied with Ryan. I told that I did and let him know that it will be fine. I could tell that Colt was a little nervous and let him know to just relax and let whatever happen, happen. I knew the others were waiting for us downstairs and suggested that Colt lose the clothes. Colt shucked his shorts and t-shirt. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and we headed down to the others. Porn was playing on the TV’s, Steve was already naked and Colt was then introduced to the others and Steve came over to ask me a favor, since I was newly poz my viral load would be the highest among the group. He asked me if I would prepare his slam exactly like Ryan had prepared for me. He then let me know that if I ever needed a job to just let Ryan know and I could work for him. I later learned that these guys considered themselves a family. Steve first ‘knocked up’ Ryan and then the twins joined them very much in a similar way as Colt was about to join the family. I felt a little left out when Ryan assured me that I was as much a member of the family as any of them. Steve looked at Colt and told him, ready or not it’s time. The twins secured in the sling as I prepared his slam (with Steve and Ryan’s guidance). I was given a large amount of Tina and mixed it in the syringe with just enough water to dissolve the drug. Then I placed a tourniquet on my arm, hit the vein and drew back an ample amount of blood. I was so tempted to empty the barrel but figured my day would come later in the weekend. I walked over to Colt, leaned in and gave him a kiss and described what was about to happen. He shook his head that he was ready and I told him ready or not as I placed the tourniquet on his massive left bicep and stuck the needle in prominent vein. Colt watched as I registered a flash of blood in the red tinged slam and then slowly emptied the contents and I kissed him one more time before I pulled the tourniquet off. Colt coughed out 3 times and began to breathe really fast. I leaned in and kissed him again to help him relax as Steve began to fuck my schoolmate. I turned to see the twins doing their slams as Ryan brought over mine. We both looked at each other and smiled. I thanked him for showing me this world and my true self and we both prepped for the slam. Then Ryan got an idea, he suggested that we do each other’s slam at the same time and pull off the tourniquets together. I smiled and agreed. We fixed each other’s tourniquets, administered the slams and kissed as we pulled the tourniquets simultaneously. Our actions received a hoot and holler from the twins. Colt was lost in the haze of the drugs as Steve was fucking into him slowly. I was caught by surprise when Marc began to rim me and could tell that Mike was doing the same to Ryan by the expression on his face. I reached down to stroke Ryan’s cock as he did the same to mine. I grabbed my man’s cock as he shot his small wad of cum into my hand. As he stroke mine I felt a quick drip from my own cock. I pulled my hand to my mouth and licked it clean as Ryan did the same. Ryan looked into my eyes and told me that he knew that I’d eventually cum with my slam as I felt the rush of the drug hit my prostate. As I licked my hand clean, Ryan did the same. We then kissed and shared the cum in our mouths as the twins worked their tongues in deeper. I needed Ryan inside me right then and there. We broke away from the twins and made our way to the bed. I lay down and pulled Ryan on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his muscular body and pulled him into me. His hard cock found its home with Mike’s assistance and Marc fed me his cock. The twins had a similar build, 5’10”, 150 pounds of solid muscle, short blond hair and blue eyes that a man could get lost in easily. As Ryan began to fuck me the twins lay next to us and began to fuck along side. I looked up at Ryan as he leaned in to kiss me. Ryan then lowered his head next to my ear (away from the twins) and whispered to me that he was glad that I chose to let him take my virginity. I looked back up at him and let him know I was very happy that he was the one I chose as well. I wasn’t really prepared for what he said next, Ryan told me that he was falling for me and hoped that after I graduated that I would take Steve up on his offer and go to work for the company. Then I could move in with him and we can get a nice one bedroom apartment. I smiled up at him and simply said yes. I knew my father would not accept this decision. Even more disturbing to the conservative prick, he would never accept me if I came out to him. As we lay there with Ryan deep inside me I was wondering how Colt was doing. One of the twins grabbed a remote and click, suddenly we could see the action on the TV across from the bed. It was apparent that Colt was out of it as Steve began to fuck him harder. Suddenly we heard a grown and growl from Steve as he unloaded his load inside the newbie. Steve yelled out that it was Ryan’s turn to fuck Colt, but it was too late, he was just filling my ass with his own load. Ryan pulled out of me and I checked on my buddy in the sling. I asked Colt how he was doing and he replied that he felt fantastic. Steve finished up and pulled out of Colt and Ryan told me to take his turn. I learned the rules of the family were that any new piece of ass was fucked by members in order of seniority and I since I was last one to join I was supposed to be the last one to fuck Colt. The only exception was if a member chose to give his turn to someone else. I stepped up between Colt’s spread legs. I got down and rimmed his seeded hole while Colt asked if his arms could be free from the restraints. Steve said that since I was the one who was about to fuck the new piece of ass it was my decision. I paused from rimming Colt’s delicious ass to simply say free from the restraints. As I worked my tongue into Colt’s hole he began to moan. As I came up I licked his limp dick to tease him. I looked into his eyes as I slid my hard cock inside his slick ass. I wanted this fuck to last and with Ryan’s coaching I did just that. After a good 30 minutes I had to slow down several times to hold off cumming. When I did this I leaned in and kissed Colt as Steve was being serviced by the twins. Eventually the twins were in doggy position on the bed as Steve would fuck one for a while then switch to the other twin to fuck. Ryan was kneeling before the twins getting his cock serviced as they got fucked. He looked over at me at saw me working on Colt like a pro. He left the twins and came over to the sling. Ryan came up behind me and as I was kissing Colt slid his cock in my ass. When I stood up Ryan told me it was time to sperm his ass and all I needed to do was fuck myself back on his cock, then fuck into Colt. I rocked back onto the magnificent cock I was beginning to desire more and more. I could feel the cock inside me pushing on my prostate and as I slid into Colt the sensation was incredible. It wasn’t long before I began to call out that I was cumming. As I finished up and pulled out of Colt, Ryan pulled out of me and slid right into Colt’s well spermed ass. The sensation between my hole and Colt’s had Ryan adding his load along with the ones already in there. As I recovered I saw Marc make his way over to take my man’s place. He added his load followed by his brother’s. As the twin’s took their turns with Colt it was Steve’s turn to fuck me. He must have had the largest cock of them all because when he slid in I could definitely feel the difference. Steve had me on my back as he began to fuck me. I looked up as him and asked him to quit be gentle and fuck me like a man is supposed to fuck a boy. Steve began to pound at my hole. I had my legs back so he was hitting me in the right place. I kept my ass working and Steve leaned in to kiss me. When he finished kissing me he came up and told Ryan that he was right, he was impressed with my abilities. Ryan commented that he taught me well. I was impressed with Steve’s stamina as he fucked me. There were times that I felt his cock get bigger and harder where I thought he was about to cum only to have him keep going. Then it happened, I felt the tingle in my balls and started to cum very hard. My cum splashed out all over my chest, stomach and it even hit my chin. When Steve was done Ryan leaned in to lick the cum from my body as Steve told him that I was a keeper. He looked down at me and told me that I was going to work for him sooner or later so I might as well accept the offer. The sex continued into the next morning and as the sun came up we made breakfast and planned to lay out by the lake and get some sun.

I came to accept my new status, but more importantly, I couldn’t get the guy I spent the weekend with out of my mind. His name was Ryan and we exchanged text constantly. I couldn’t wait to see him again but with the rents around it wasn't easy. Ryan was cool about it and never pressured me to come over. The memorial holiday weekend just ahead and the administration at our school liked to give everyone a break right before finals by having a teacher’s day the Friday before the Memorial Day weekend. I let Ryan know I was available for that weekend. He told me that he typically went camping with some friends and he invited me to join him. He told me that they would leave Friday afternoon and they spend the weekend at a gay camp site until Monday afternoon. I mentioned to my parents that I was invited to go camping with some friends. My mother was hesitant, but dad chimed in that I was 18 and graduating soon. Dad just looked at me, told me to have a good time and to be careful. I let Ryan know that we were all set for the weekend. I couldn't wait to see him again and he couldn’t wait to see me so he invited me to spend Thursday night with him even though we were not leaving for the camp ground till Friday afternoon. He told me when be home when he’d be home from work on Thursday and that I could come over anytime after that. When I got home from school, I packed a few things in my back pack and headed out the door in time to arrive at Ryan’s about the time he gets home from work. I pulled into the parking lot of his complex just as he was getting out of his car. Ryan got a big grin on his face when he saw me. I threw my backpack over my shoulder and walked over to his car. Ryan wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big kiss before going inside. Once we were in Ryan’s apartment he began to kiss me again but this time it was a passionate kiss. He broke the kiss saying he needed to jump in the shower and he asked if I’d like to join him. I nodded that I would love to join him in the shower and he took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom as we stripped down. He turned on the water and we kissed some more as we waited for the water to warm up. Ryan told me that he forgot what a nice body I had. I blushed as I said that I thought I was too skinny for my height. He told me that he loved how thin I was and then he grabbed my hardening dick as he said he really liked my cock. I nearly shot my load as he touched me. The bathroom was starting to fill up with the steam from the hot water as we climbed into the flowing water. We kissed some more before he grabbed some lube. I thought Tyler was going to fuck me when he lubed up my cock then turned and presented his ass to me. I knew what he wanted and easily slid my 7” boner inside the hot stud’s hole. His hole felt amazing wrapped around my cock. I reached my arm around and found Tyler’s hard cock bouncing in the air. He whispered to me to not worry about his cock but to enjoy his ass. I grabbed his hips as I began to slowly rock in and out of Tyler’s ass. He began to moan as I couldn't hold back much longer. I began to pick up my pace as Tyler cried out fuck yeah, pound me baby, breed me good. I pounded him for a few more minutes when I felt that familiar feeling. I cried out that I was going to cum. Tyler yelled out yeah baby breed me, breed me good! I pounded in one more time I began to shoot my load deep inside Tyler. Tyler turned his head back towards me so that I could kiss him as I wrapped my arms around his muscular body. When we stopped kissing all I could say was wow, that was amazing. Tyler said that I was amazing. All I could do was smile as my still semi-hard slipped from his ass. He turned, kissed me then dropped to his knees and sucked my cock clean. When he stood back up I was getting hard again. Tyler told me that we were going to have a great weekend. We finished our shower, getting all nice and clean. After we dried off we headed out into the studio apartment and relaxed on the bed naked to watch some TV. The only thing Tyler had playing was porn….he told me that he didn't have cable. We started to discuss what we were going to do for dinner when there was a knock as the door.

I generally go for guys over thirty. Generally they are better sex with less attitude. However, when I am at the bathhouse I generally attract guys in their twenties. They come after me and usually are very good sex. I think it is really confidence. The more you have, the more open you are. I don't chase after twenty somethings, but if they hunt me down I'm game.

10. Nathan Of course, I took some pictures as the three men jumped into the pool. As I continued to take pictures of them playing in the water, I tried to take stock of the past week and everything that had happened. On paper, I had made major decisions, and radically changed the nature of my most important relationships: with my brother, with my nephew, with one of my best friends, and most critically, with my husband. But none of these changes felt bad or wrong to me. As I watched the casual intimacy the boys shared frolicking in the water, it felt more like I had just grown up more. Alan had talked about how infecting me was a major milestone in his life and helping Jason become poz had forced me to develop as a man as well. Greg would be exactly the same. It wasn't just Greg that was getting changed; it was myself as well. "Boo! Stop over-thinking whatever you are worried about and join us in here," Jason called out to me. I put down my camera and joined my men in the pool. Before I had even adjusted to the water, I was in the middle of a warm, safe, masculine circle. Our hands were exploring each other's now-familiar bodies, our tongues were intertwined, and our love for each other was exposed. For me, it was a moment of pure joy. I didn't want it to end. Of course, joy like that couldn't last forever. One by one, we got out of the water. We dried off and helped each other to some more sunscreen. Our afternoon drifted pleasurably onwards, interrupted by an fresh joint being passed around, a new round of beers, and swapping magazines to read. As the sun began to set, Sean announced that he needed to get back home and get ready for the evening. The three of us remained, sometimes talking, sometimes just reading, and sometimes letting a hand linger a moment too long on an exposed pec or butt. While Greg napped in the warm California dusk, Jason found some salmon in the fridge and started to grill it. I mixed some cocktails for us. Dinner was a leisurely affair outside. Afterwards another joint appeared and was passed between Greg and I while all three of us lounged in the hot tub. As the sun finally disappeared behind the horizon and the night grew cool, we retired into the bedroom. Although we hadn't done much that day, we were tired out from the sun and the sex. We could barely stay awake through some movie we had found. Greg was the first to sleep, nestled between Jason and myself with his head against my chest. Jason was next to fall asleep, his arm wrapped across Greg and holding onto my thigh. When the two of them were gently snoring, I extricated myself to turn off the TV, and shut off the lights. It took me much longer to get to bed. I was still thinking about how everything had changed, and how it would all change again tomorrow. I had to drop Greg off at school, and then return to our home. I wondered how Greg would think back on this week. Would he have the same fond memories I had? I awoke with a start. It was still dark out and Greg was still next to me. However, from the way he was pressing against me and his gasping for air, I quickly realized that Jason was fucking him. I had a momentary pang of jealousy, that Jason had started something that I wasn't involved in. But, I realized that the jealousy was small and petty of me. I had brought Greg into my small family, and I had never asked Jason's opinion. That Jason was so willing to share our love with Greg was something I had to be thankful for. "Please, Uncle Jason," Greg was repeating. It was hard to tell if he was saying it from pleasure or pain. His voice was tense and I knew, no matter how gentle Jason tried to be, Greg's hole was still the raw and tender ass of a novice. I reached to the bed table, and found a bottle of poppers. "Here, boy," I whispered into his ear. I wrapped an arm around him and held him close. "Sniff," I said, as I held the bottle under his nose. "It will make it feel good again." Greg didn't need me to tell him twice, and inhaled deeply. "Good boy," I said, as we locked lips and my tongue slid into his mouth. As the poppers diffused through my boy's body, Greg slowly relaxed. His plaintive cries to my husband no longer had the same edge of pain to them. He got comfortable in his place as a bottom for my man. "Please, Uncle Jason, maybe not so hard?" he asked, knowing that it was just the poppers which were masking the pain he had been feeling. I held Greg close to me, feeling each one of Jason's thrusts into his body. I handed the poppers to Jason, and let him do a long hit. "I'm sorry, Greg," Jason said. "This is what you said you wanted. And this is what you need." He handed the poppers back to me, and I immediately held them back under Greg's nose. "What you deserve." "Take it, boy. Take my husband's cock. Take his cum. Take his virus," I said, interrupting each sentence with a deep, slow kiss. "Make me proud, boy. Make my Jason happy." "Please," Greg begged again. He was almost whimpering in pain, but neither Jason, Greg nor myself made any effort to stop the harsh and relentless fuck Jason was delivering. This was a fuck that Greg had to take, if was going to get what he wanted so badly, if he was going to become a man like Jason or myself. "Make me proud of you Greg," I said, giving him another hit of the poppers. "I want you to be my hot poz boy. Our beautiful, infected boy." "Please Uncle Jason," Greg cried. The poppers were now taking full effect and he was now saying things I knew he just barely meant. "Fuck me hard. Pound your raw cock in me, and shoot me full of your poz cum. Make me your boy." He was crying now, crying from pain, crying from pleasure, crying from the sadness of a dream being realized, and crying from the pleasure of a fantasy coming brutally true. "You want it boy? You want my poz load up your raw ass?" "No, I don't," said Greg. I could feel his tears on my face from him, but I made no effort to stop Jason. "I don't want it. But I want to be a real man. Just like Uncle Nathan. Just like you. I want it from you. I want you to give it to me." He was barely coherent, a mixture of pleasure, desire, pain and raw fear driving his every action and word. "Please," he finally said, repeating it over and over like a mantra. "Take it boy," Jason moaned, thrusting his cock hard into Greg's young hole. I could hear it in his voice how his cock was stiffening and spurting and how the dirty cream was dripping into Greg to take root there. "Fucking take my poz load," Jason said, each word another agony-inducing thrust into Greg's body. Again, all Greg could do in response was to whimper, and beg. "More," he said. "More cum. More virus. In me." His body might have been shaking, but his cock was hard as a rock thrust up against my body. "Please," he repeated endlessly, as Jason's orgasm subsided. Even though Jason was clearly exhausted from his efforts, he managed to pull his cock out and turn Greg around. My penis had been erect from the moment I had woken up, and I didn't hesitate to line it up with Greg's cum-drenched raw hole. "You're going to take my husband's cock now," Jason said, between deep breaths. "You're going to take his toxic load up there and you're going to let him infect you. It's probably going to hurt. No. It will hurt. But you need this. Understand, boy?" "Yes, Uncle Jason," Greg said. He was shaking and there were still tears running down his face. "Please, Uncle Nate, fuck me. Fuck me raw. Breed me. Make me your pozboy." My cock had already been dripping from feeling him pressed up against me while Jason had fucked him. Hearing him beg for my seed only made the drip worse and my cock harder. I pressed my cock against his hole. I didn't bother with lube, not even a bit of spit. For Greg's sake though, I was glad that Jason had used some lube on him, and, of course, he had just deposited a big load in Greg's hole. With just the sperm and remanants of lube to grease my penetration, Greg tensed up as my cock slid into his hole. "Popper up, boy," I said, loud enough for Jason to hear me. "You're going to need it." Jason held the bottle under Greg's nose and forced him to inhale the relaxing drug. As the poppers took effect, Greg relaxed just the slightest bit. I took the opportunity to ram my cock all the way into his hole. "Please," he begged, a low moan coming from him. Despite his obvious need, despite his clear desire, and despite the poppers, he had still struggled against my penetration. But I was past caring about him and his pleasure. All that mattered was my cock, to get it as deep as possible inside him, and to spray my virus over his raw and exposed guts. "Please, Uncle Nate, not so hard," he begged me again. "I'm not sure if I can take it." His pleading cries had an unintended effect on me. Rather than making me slow down and go easy on my nephew's hole, my hips sped up, thrusting my cock ever deeper into him. "Take my husband's cock," Jason whispered to him. "Take his poz rod. He's going to shoot his deadly sperm deep in your hole, whether you enjoy it or not." Jason turned towards me and continued, "Infect him, my hot Nathan. You infected me. Now do it to him. Make your nephew a real man, just like us." As he spoke, Jason held the bottle of poppers under my nose. If I did a hit off the poppers, I'd toe a fine line between rough, aggressive fucking and simple, brutal rape. But it wasn't me that was doing the thinking any longer. It was my virus that was doing all the thinking for me, and my HIV made the choice. I inhaled deeply. "I'm sorry, Greg," I managed to whisper, before the illness and the poppers completely took over my body. I slammed my cock into him, feeling the collected ass juices, lube, and sperm squish around. It just barely smoothed out my pounding. I didn't care. My cock was in charge, only caring about its own pleasures and happiness. Greg had become my sex toy for the week. I had stopped caring if I broke my toys while I played. "Please, Uncle," Greg begged. "Not so deep. Or so hard." I had my arms wrapped around him, holding him in place. It let me pound deep into his body. I could feel each of his tiny squirms as he tried to avoid my cock, each tiny shudder of his body as my death stick found an untouched part of his tender hole to defile, and each tiny gasp of air as he forced himself to go well beyond his limits. I didn't want to do this to my hot nephew, to my beautiful boy, to my beautiful god son, but I couldn't help myself. Besides, it wasn't me who was doing the fucking any longer. It was my virus, passed down from man to man, in the brutal, aggressive sex that made it spread. His hole was so wet, so warm, and so perfect that I had to mark it with my seed. I held him tight, not letting him escape the relentless ass-pounding for even a moment. "Here," Jason said, holding the poppers under Greg's nose once more. "Breathe. It will help relax you. As much as anything can save you now." Jason pressed his body against Greg. He made sure Greg had no option but to snort the poppers and continue to take my cock. "Deep breath," Jason said. "Open yourself up. Let Nathan into your body. Let our seed fill you up boy, and let it take root deep in your body." The poppers slowly took over Greg's thoughts, then his actions. "Please. I want it so badly. But I don't know if I can take it any longer." Greg was forcing himself up against my cock, letting me get in a little deeper into his body. He was still sobbing. The poppers were hardly a match against the difficult and painful fuck. "Don't stop, Uncle. Please. Don't stop," he said, struggling to get out the words between sobs of pain. "I need this. I know it. But it's so hard." He gasped again. "Stop, Uncle. Please." Then there was a moment of quiet, a moment of utter ambivalence. "Give it to me. Harder," he said. The confusion, uncertainity and sheer need were easy to see in his face and hear in his voice. "It's ok," Jason said, cradling Greg's head in his hands. "It's ok to cry. It's difficult, I know. I went through it as well." I remembered the ordeal that Jason endured, how he cried from the pain, how he cried from the emotion, and how he cried from his relentless need to be fucked raw and bred full of Alan's life-altering virus. "Remember, it's not Nathan fucking your hole. It's the virus raping your ass and your body. It's the best way for you to get it." Hearing Jason work so carefully to convince Greg to take my infected dicksnot was a huge turn-on for me, and made me slam his hole even harder. Greg start to kiss Jason, and I knew he was looking for a distraction from what I was doing to his hole. As the two men made out, I nibbled on Greg's ear, telling him how good his raw hole felt stretched around my cock. I was starting to drip pre-cum into his hole, which made the fuck ever so slightly easier for him to take. "Please, Uncle Nate, fuck me," Greg moaned. "I need you to cum in me. I need your virus." "Good boy," Jason said. He held the poppers under Greg's nose again, and let the young man inhale. "Let it take over your mind. Let it drive you." Jason didn't take the bottle away from Greg, even after several deep breaths. For the first time since my cock had penetrated his hole, Greg relaxed fully in my arms. The poppers had finally had an effect on him. The secret was just to give the boy more and more of them. "You ok there, boy?" I asked. My mind had cleared a bit, and Alan's virus no longer had its iron grip on my actions. Although, I still wasn't sure if I could stop fucking Greg if he asked me to. His hole felt so good wrapped around my penis, and my balls were dripping pre-cum into his unprotected guts. "It hurts, Uncle Nate. It hurts a lot," he said. "But don't stop. Please, don't stop until you breed me." He paused, his body tense. He pushed back against my cock, letting me in fraction of an inch deeper. "I need it. I need your cock, your cum, your virus. And I need it even if it hurts. Especially if it hurts." Greg had a clarity that I hadn't heard in his voice before. It was a deeper understanding of his need. I wondered if he had already started the infection process. Maybe the virus had found purchase in his brain. I hoped that it had begun; he had wanted it so much. My cock was swelling, and I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. The darker part of my psyche, the part that the virus had long ago taken over and perverted to its own ends, wanted to make the fuck last as long as possible. This fuck was turning into a battleground between two animalistic halves of my nature: the side which sought pure pleasure that wanted to cum immediately, and the side which was dark and diseased that wanted to extend the pain and the ordeal as long as possible for Greg. I knew that this was probably the last load I was going to be able to fuck into Greg for quite a while, and I had to make sure that he got to college with plenty of the virus in his body. "Fuck it into his hole, love," Jason said. "You know he wants it. Feel how hard his cock is." Jason grabbed me by my torso, sandwiching Greg between us. He made sure that regardless of Greg's desires or wishes, he couldn't escape my cock or the eventual injection of toxic sperm. "Please, Uncle, I need it," Greg asked me, right before Jason kissed him again. I was past caring whether Greg wanted my load or not; my cock had already decided where it was going to shoot. "I love you Alan," I said, "I love you Jason. And I love you, Greg." Those were my last coherent words. My balls tightened up, and my hips thrust my dick deep into my nephew's young body. "Ugh, Please, Uncle, Please," Greg moaned. I couldn't tell if it was pain or desire that was driving him, either worked for me. I slammed my cock into him, again feeling that familiar tingle at the tip. It took only a few quick strokes more before the first spurt of my orgasm landed inside of the boy. "Thank you," Greg started to repeat, "Thank you." He could feel the warm, toxic seed landing in his hole, and his obvious happiness at the breeding only made me thrust harder and deeper into him. "Breed our boy," Jason urged me. "Fill him with your jizz. Your sweet and deadly jizz" I thrust my cock into Greg's hole again and again, each time injecting a fresh spurt of dirty cream into his hole. Finally, seemingly hours later, I was spent. I wondered when the next time I could bred Greg would be; the fast-approaching morning would be a bit rushed, and my balls were drained from the week's activities. "There's one last poz load for you, boy," I whispered into Greg's ear. "At least for a while." My cock was softening, but it was still hard enough for me to work the cum into his hole. "I hope we've given you enough." "Thank you. Fuck that was painful and intense," Greg answered. "But hot. I'm hard as a rock." I pulled my cock out of his hole, and he rolled onto his back. In the dim light of the bedroom, I could see his cock sticking up, glistening from pre-cum. "God, I have to get off," he said. As Greg spoke, Jason just barely stroked my arm. I knew immediately what he was thinking and together, we started to lick Greg's cock. We ran our tongues up and down his hard shaft, licking up the drops of pre-cum and teasing his dickhead. "Oh man, that's it," Greg moaned, his cock throbbing under our attention. "I'm gonna cum," he continued. I let Jason have the pleasure of swallowing Greg's head; I had already drunk from the tap, and wanted to share the pleasure. "Fuck," Greg moaned, grabbing Jason's head and holding him down on his shaft. "Fucking take my cum," he grunted, as spasms wracked his body. Jason kept his lips wrapped around Greg's cock, getting every drop of his sweet boy-jizz. Finally, when Greg's body had stopped shaking from the pleasure, I leaned in to kiss Jason. He had swallowed much of Greg's cum, but there were still a few drops for us to share. "Nice," I said, as Jason and I kissed and licked up the last few drops from his cock. Greg's cum wasn't as sweet as I remembered from the other times; it had a fresh spiciness that had been lacking before. It wasn't bad; it added complexity to an already amazing flavor. "So fucking tasty," I said, as Jason and I swapped the load back and forth. "Yeah," Jason said. We lay back down, Greg between us. All three of us began to make out, as the intensity from our orgasms faded, and the simple love for one another returned. I wrapped one arm underneath Greg, then rested the other on Jason, holding my two men fast and close, not trusting their safety beyond my grip. But my belief was deeply ironic, that I could ensure my men's safety. In truth, the most dangerous person for Greg was me. Around him, around me, neither of us could control our actions. Inevitably, this would lead to Greg's infection. Once more, it was Greg who fell asleep first, his breathing getting slower and deeper. "That was fucking amazing," Jason said quietly, whispering over our sleeping boy. "Was it like this when you pozzed me?" "Yeah, it was," I said. "I'm glad we could share this." "Me too. I love you," Jason said. He kissed Greg's sleeping face delicately. "And I'm falling in love with you too, boy," he said to our sleeping young man. "I'm glad this happened," I said. "I'm happy you're part of him now." We didn't speak again as we fell asleep; we didn't have to. We had lived together long enough to understand each other perfectly and to know what each other was thinking. It was enough to feel each other's skin, to feel the warm boy between us, to know our sperm and our virus were invading his body. Tangled together, a physical manifestation of our growing emotional bonds, we three slept soundly. In the morning, I woke up first and carefully extricated myself from the warm mass of bodies in the bed. I didn't expect the two younger men to wake up for some time, so I took the relative quiet time as my time to go for a run. The exercise helped to clear my mind, and get me prepared for the day. I knew it was going to be crowded and hectic at move-in. There was also one other trip that Greg and I had to do, one that would be even harder emotionally than any I had done in a long time. Even after I came back from my run, it didn't look like either Greg or Jason had stirred; they were still had their arms around each other, sleeping soundly. I did my best to be silent as I stripped down and went into the bathroom. The warm shower felt good, washing off the last bits of lube from the previous night, plus all the sweat and grime from both sets of my early morning exercises: the fuck and the run. While I was in the shower, Jason had woken up. I realized it as he pressed his body against mine when he joined me in the shower. "You feel good," he said. "Good run?" he asked, running his hand along my body. "Yeah, it was." I turned to face him, and we started to kiss. "It's nice to be back with you," I said. "I missed you. And I missed this as well." His cock still had that pleasurable stiffness of morning wood as I wrapped my hand around it. "I want it inside me." "Tonight, boo," he said. "I want to put it inside you too. Not to say I haven't enjoyed breeding Greg." "Yeah, I know." We were quiet as our tongues explored each other's mouths and our bodies rubbed against each other. "You think he's going to be ok?" I finally asked. "I think so. I hope so. He seems to know what he wants." "Yeah, he does. And he has been determined to get it. I'll tell you the whole story later. But, I worry he'll change his mind. I don't want him angry at us in a year for the things the virus made us do." "Who knows," Jason said. "He's still young. I suppose that is what we need to be worried about. But too late now, huh?" "Right," I said. We washed each other off, then stepped out and dried off. "Fuck," Jason said, finally noticing and caring about the clock. "I gotta run. Real life intrudes" He dressed quickly, and grabbed a protein shake on his way out. "Give Greg a kiss for me. Or more," he said as he headed off to work. I looked at the time as well, and realized that we needed to get going soon as well. "Time to get up," I said, gently shaking the sleeping boy. He had looked so peaceful and innocent lying in the morning sun. I hated to interrupt that slumber, but I was the responsible adult. I wanted to get to the dorms early, before the rush started. "Is it time?" he asked, sleepily. "Unfortunately," I said. "Shower? Are you ok?" "Ok? Why do you ask?" he replied. "Well, last night. It was rougher than you might have wanted." "No. It was what I needed. And it wasn't you. It was your virus." He coughed as he stood up out of bed. "I feel like I'm getting a cold. Must be from all the switches between the desert, air conditioning and back again," he said. He grabbed a towel and went in to take a shower. Was it truly a cold? Maybe one of the many loads we had pounded into him had finally taken root. After the quick shower, he got dressed quickly, and we had a quick bite to eat. "Ready?" he asked me. "Oh yeah. But I think I should more ask you that. It's a big day for you." "I am," he said. "Let's get it started." We climbed into the SUV. "I want to take you somewhere first," I said. "It's a only a bit out of our way. And it's important. For both of us." Instead of taking the interstate to the campus, I headed towards an older part of town. Since this was California, older was very relative; it had been built in the 1920s. Even though I hadn't gone to our current destination in a few months, I could never forget how to get there. Muscle memory quickly took over, and it made all of the familiar, painful turns through the shady streets. In a few minutes, we reached our destination, a small plot of green in the middle of an older neighborhood. In the years since I had been coming here, the neighborhood had changed. When I first had to come here, it was all first generation blue-collar immigrants, but the craftsman bungalows were slowly selling to a younger, professional crowd. Since the last time, there were more rainbow flags waving in the bright morning sun. I parked the SUV, found the rocks I had gathered in that gas station in New Mexico, and the two of us got out. "What is this, Uncle Nathan?" Greg asked me. He fell silent when I didn't say anything. I led him to a pair of black gates set in a low stone fence. There was a gold Star of David topping each of the gates, and I could just barely see the stones on the other side. "Alan," I said. I opened the gates, and the gravestones stretched across the small field. We were both silent as I walked to the plot. "Here it is," I said, standing in front of the marker. It read very simply, "Alan Knight. August 30, 1954 - Sept 10, 2001. 1 Elul 5714 - 22 Elul 5761." There were still two pebbles on the top; I had found them on a beach in Greece in the spring. "Here," I said, handing Greg one of the New Mexico rocks. He knew the traditions of our tribe, and placed his stone next to the others. "Yitgadal vyitkadash," he started to say quietly. I placed my rock next to his, and joined his barely audible prayer. Together, we wrapped our arms around each other. Even in the hot California summer, there was a chill. The simple body contact helped to warm us. "Aleinu v'al kol Israel vimru," we concluded. "Amen," Greg said. He turned and hugged me. I was trying not to cry; I still missed Alan. I'd always miss him. I wanted him to be here so badly. I wanted him to see what kind of man Greg had grown into. Knowing that Alan would approve, we kissed slowly. "I wish I had known him better," Greg finally said. "You'll always carry a bit of him in you," I said. I had initially meant the memory of my amazing man, but for the two of us, it was always going to be much more complex than just simple memories. "I know," Greg said. "I'm glad that I have that part of him." We kissed again, chaste, yet intimate. "This has been an amazing week," Greg said. He sniffled a bit, and I saw that his eyes were red and puffy like mine. I wiped my eyes; I didn't want Greg to know how close I was to breaking down in tears. "Now, let's get you moved into college, young man," I said. We walked out of his resting place, back to the SUV, and drove off towards the dorms.

9. Greg I woke up with sunlight streaming into an unfamiliar room. It landed on my face, briefly disorienting me. It took me a moment to remember where I was: I was at my Uncle Nathan's home, and had just awoken in his bed. A warm body was pressed against my back and a heavy, muscular arm was wrapped around me, holding me close and safe. As the sleep fell from my mind, I remembered what had happened the previous night. My HIV-positive uncle had fucked me bareback. Not just Nathan, but his husband as well. Both of them had fucked me raw: my Uncle Nathan, and his husband, my Uncle Jason. They had filled my young ass with their virus-laden sperm. Then, I had fallen asleep between the two. This morning my ass was still filled with their deadly cum. Lazily, I rolled over, to see which man was still in bed with me. It was Jason. I must have awaken him, because as I faced him, he stretched, yawned, and smiled at me. "Good morning, Greg," he said. "Did you sleep well?" "Yeah, I did. Very well," I answered. He reached down and ran a finger along my hard cock, then pressed his own deadly tool against my body. "Where's Uncle Nate?" I asked, realizing that we were alone in the bed. "He's probably off running," he said. He pushed his cock up between my legs and landed the head right against my hole. "You enjoy last night?" he asked. "I know I did." "Very much," I said. Before I could say anything else, he stuck his tongue in my mouth. We kissed. I must have had horrible morning breath, but his was just as bad, so they cancelled out. I wrapped my arm around him, reaching down to his firm butt and pulling him closer to me. "I want you inside of me again," I said, as we broke off the kiss. "I want you to infect me." The effects of the weed we had smoked the previous night were still lingering and I was being more forward than I might have otherwise been, but I didn't care, nor did I think it mattered much. Jason had fucked me twice the previous day., each time filling my hole with his deadly jizz. Nathan's and Jason's rule was that it took three loads for a pozzing to count. "I want you to be my poz dad," I said. I still needed one more load from my Uncle Jason, and I was determined to get it before we got out of bed. Jaosn spent a lot of time at the gym, but it wasn't just for show. He knew how to use the muscles he had developed. He easily flipped me onto my stomach and spread my legs wide. "You're going to get it boy," he said, as he got on top of me. "Gonna slam my deathstick deep in your hole and breed you." His cockhead was right against my hole, ready to penetrate. His cock was raw. Like every time I had been fucked that week, there was no condom to protect me. The safety was off. He hadn't bothered with any lube. I hoped there was still enough cum and lube from the previous night to make his penetration easier for the both of us. But my need for his seed overpowered any worries of soreness or pain, or even a desire to pause long enough for lube. My ass was pressing back against him, almost forcing him to enter me. Enter me he did. It wasn't slow and it wasn't gentle. It was the forceful, direct thrust of a man who needed my raw hole just as badly as I needed his unprotected cock. "Fuck yeah, Greg," he said. "I'm inside you. Raw." "I know," I said. It wasn't painful. Right now, I needed this fuck so badly I could overlook so many things. "I need your seed, Jason." It was what I had only dared to fantasize for the past few months; both of these men fucking me and sharing their loads with me. "I'm fucking you raw, Greg. Fucking my nephew. Breeding my husband's godson. Fucking my poz cum into your negative hole," he whispered into my ear, as he pounded his cock into my hole. "Please, Jason, give it to me. Make me your poz son. Make me your very own." Jason wrapped an arm around my neck, holding me tight as he fucked my hole harder. He was holding me just tight enough that it was hard for me to breath, and I was gasping for air. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard," I managed to whisper. "I'm going to fucking knock you up, boy. Going to breed you good and infect you. You're going to be just another link on my chain of death." He was pounding my hole hard now. His weight was holding me down. He made sure he could get in deep. "Fucking shoot my virus deep in you." With his free hand, he grabbed a bottle of poppers off the bed stand, and held it under my nose. I inhaled deeply. This was an intense fuck, hard, deep and forceful, but I was loving every second of it. Jason was pushing himself hard, and only the cum that remained from last night was lubricating our athletic pounding. Right now, the poppers were a nice addition to our fuck, but I knew very soon, they would be essential for me to be able to withstand his assault. "Breed me Jason. Shoot it in deep. You know I want it. I want your AIDS." The poppers hit right as I uttered the last phrase, and I nearly yelled it. Beneath me, my cock was rock-hard, grinding into the bed. I was so turned on, I knew I was dripping precum onto the sheets. Jason took the poppers from me and held it under his nose. He did a long hit, then quickly put the cap on, and continued to pound my hole. "Fucking. Take. My. Virus," he said. He was pulling his cock almost all the way out of my hole, then slamming it back in. Each millimeter of his cock was getting in on the action, opening up my hole, penetrating me, and rubbing in the previous night's cum into me. As the poppers hit him, his thrusts got faster, and almost inconceivably hard. I had turned into merely a hole for his cock, a pure and innocent vessel he was going to defile with his dirty, deadly cum. "I'm going to breed you my boy," he said. "That what you want? You want my gift? You want my HIV? You want the same virus your Uncle gave me?" "Please, give it to me. Infect me. I want it. And I want it from you, Jason. From you, Uncle Jason." That set him off. Deep inside of me, his cock swelled and spurted. He was injecting me with his cum, a thick mixture of seminal fluid, sperm, and most critically, millions of tiny viruses, the human immunodeficiency virus that would quickly infect me. We were engaged in the riskiest of risky sex, and there was nothing protecting me from the illness. My only reaction, my pitiful defense was only to spread my legs wider, not even trying to protect myself in any way. I wanted it that badly. "Let me have it." He was pounding his cock into me and filling me with his cum. I was glad I was on my stomach; I knew if I even touched my cock, I would explode. I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted to concentrate on Jason's orgasm, concentrate on making him feel good. He must have given me a good ten or fifteen thrusts, each one deep into my body and each one punctuated with a spurt of toxic cream into my defenseless hole. Finally, his pace slacked a bit and he released his iron grip around my throat. I tried to catch my breath even as his cock stayed as hard as ever. He kept it buried in my ass, where it felt like it had always belonged. We were both gasping for air, exhausted by the sex. "Oh fuck," he said. "That was amazing. Are you ok?" he asked, now gently stroking my hair. It was a surprising and seamless transition from the rough, animal fuck to the tender loving touch. "Are you good?" he whispered again, a different man from the one who had just raped his seed into my barely willing body. But he was still all Jason, a perfect example of the power and the tenderness of two males having sex. I wanted this to be how I always made love with another man: rough and angry, tender and deep. "I'm fucking amazing, Uncle Jason," I said. I twisted my head back and our lips met. I felt so close to him at that moment and I didn't want it to end. My bond with my Uncle Nathan was one of blood. Now I had a bond with my Uncle Jason; it was a bond of cum. As we kissed, a bit of sweat dripped from his face into my mouth. I didn't mind. I didn't care. I wanted any part of this man that he would give me. Sweat seemed almost pure compared to the dirty seed he had just forced into me. "That was so fucking hot," a familiar voice said. We both looked up at the same time, and saw Nathan standing in the door. He was wearing a just a short pair of running shorts, his hairy chest drenched with sweat. He was lowering one of his many cameras, and I knew he had been documenting what had just happened. We had been so involved we hadn't heard him. "I think it's my turn now," he said, as he pushed down his shorts and let his hard cock spring free. "How long have you been there?" Jason asked. I was wondering the same thing. I wondered if I had said anything I didn't want Nathan to hear. I couldn't remember anything untoward: he already knew the depth of my needs, and if he was bothered by Jason fucking me, he hadn't made it clear. "Got in right about the time you flipped Greg onto his stomach," he said. He stepped out of his shorts, and put the camera on the dresser. He strode to the bed where Jason was still lying on top of me with his cock still buried inside me. "I wanted to watch the two of you. And it was incredible." "Wanna feel my cum up his hole?" Jason asked. He rolled off of me, slowly pulling his cock out of my ass. I felt how wet I was, and was thankful for how easy it would be for Uncle Nate to slide in. "Do you have to ask?" Nathan said. "You good, boy?" "Just need your poz cock up my ass," I said. "And maybe just a bit more lube." "I can do both," he said. Jason tossed me the bottle of poppers, and handed the lube to Nathan. Nathan knelt between my legs, pouring a bit of the cold liquid on my hole. I shivered from the sudden chill and from the anticipation of having his raw cock in me once more. "Do a hit," he said while his cockhead was lined up with my ass. As instructed, I opened the brown bottle and inhaled deeply. As I waited for the poppers to hit, I tried to remember how many times this handsome man had fucked me over the past week and how many loads I had taken from him. I counted up to five loads before the poppers hit me, and counting, much less more complex thoughts became impossible. "Please," I moaned, only thinking about another deadly load getting injected from my uncle's raw cock. Uncle Nate needed no more prompting from me, and started to slide his cock into me. It was a bit sore from the week's exploits, but it felt good. Very good. It felt surprisingly natural, like I had always been getting fucked up the ass. He took his time, carefully working his shaft into me and letting me get used to his length and thickness. "Going slow, my boy," he said, "I want to work my husband's load into your hole. Work it deep into your body" I realized his short strokes in and out, getting ever deeper wasn't just for me to get used to him, but for him to make sure every load I got had an equal chance to to implant itself in my body. "Fucking hot, boo" Jason said. He was still lying beside me and he had an arm around me. He held me down as his man fucked my hole. "Seed our boy again," he continued as he leaned in to kiss me. "You want it, don't you?" he asked me, almost whispering the dangerous thought into my ear. Between Jason's hot body next to me, Nathan's hard cock inside of me, and the last lingering effects of the poppers, all I could think about was how good I felt. "Please," I said, not sure if it was a response to Jason's question, or a plea to Nathan to knock me up with his seed. Underneath me, my cock was a solid column of hard flesh and I was dripping copious amounts of pre-cum onto the bed. "Fuck, he needs it," Jason said. "You're gonna breed him good?" he asked Nathan. "Fuck up our boy properly?" Nathan adjusted his position, now lying on top of me, just like Jason had been. "Of course, my love. Feels so amazing to be fucking in your spooge and to feel your poz cum surrounding my cock." Jason leaned in to kiss him. As the two made out, I took another hit from the poppers. "You want my load?" Nathan asked. "Yeah," I said, handing the poppers to Nathan. "You're gonna cum this soon?" "This morning, yeah. I've been thinking about your hole since I woke up. And fucking with Jason's sloppy seed isn't helping." He did a long hit from the poppers, then handed the bottle back to me. By the time I had gotten the top on, he was pounding my hole hard. "I'm gonna breed you, hot boy. You going to take my poz load?" "Of course. Give me your deadly load, Uncle Nate. Breed me good and fuck me hard." I squeezed my ass around his cock, ready to milk out a load from him. Deep inside me, his hard cock was finding all of the familiar, pleasurable spots again. Even over the few short days we had been together, my ass had started to conform to his cock, and he was able to slide in and out easily. Of course, the lube and Jason's cum didn't hurt his efforts. Although Nate said he was going to cum quickly, he didn't cum immediately. Even though as I was focused on getting every toxic load I could from my uncles, I was loving the feeling of getting fucked, of being filled up by a man's hard cock. I didn't mind the prolonged ass pounding at all. Besides, I knew each stroke of Nathan's dick worked more of Jason's load into my tender hole and my receptive young body. Jason was still lying next to me with his hand wrapped around us two, and he was whispering into Nathan's ear. Despite being right next to them, I could only hear snatches of what he was saying. "Breed him." "Feel my cum up there." "Make him your new poz boy." Whatever he was saying, it was working. After a few short minutes of pounding, I heard the signal change in Nathan's breathing that I now knew meant he was getting close. "Gonna breed you, my boy. Gonna fucking infect you," Nathan grunted. His cock swelled in my hole, and he gave a hard shove, pushing it deep into my body. I felt his first spurt and coupled with a guttural moan from him, my hole was suddenly wetter than it had been a few moments before. "Please, Uncle, breed your boy. Fuck it in deep." There were several more forceful thrusts into my hole, each one punctuated with another moan from Nathan. Jason watched both of us closely. "Yeah, Greg, take my man's poz load up your raw ass. Let us infect you, make you our hot poz boy," he said, encouraging both of us. Nathan responded with a few more spurts of cum into me but then his orgasm waned. Even though he had been on top of me, I felt him relax as it ended, letting more of his weight rest on me. Nathan had already been sweaty from his run, and our morning ass pounding only made him sweatier. It was dripping off of him and onto my body. I was still horny and I wanted every part of my Uncle Nate so badly. Now, it wasn't enough just to have his cock inside of me and to have his cum inside of me. I had a sudden urge to lick his body clean, to taste his man-sweat, to have it also become a part of me. I wanted any fluid of his I could get; I wanted it in my body. But, our positions made that option hard, so I had to settle for turning my head back towards him, and giving him a long kiss. "Needed that fuck, huh?" Jason asked. "You have no idea," I said. "Actually, I do," Jason said. "It was the same way for me. There's something about Nathan that makes the desire, the need even more all-consuming." He smiled. "His cum is like a drug. Maybe a poison." I could only nod in complete agreement; Nathan had forced his tongue back into my mouth. Jason joined us and our three tongues were intertwined. It felt good; I was enjoying the deep intimacy we had been able to develop. I could almost forget about my own throbbing cock beneath me. Finally, Nathan broke it off, and pulled his cock out of my ass. He rolled off of me, landing on the other side of me from Jason. "What do you guys want to do today?" he asked. "We could probably go somewhere, see some sights, if you wanted, Greg." "Or, we could just have a leisurely day, get some brunch and hang out by the pool," Jason countered. "And work on not getting tan lines." I had already decided that I wanted to stay at the house. Nor had I been planning on wearing anything by the pool; I was glad Jason agreed with me. "I like Jason's plan better," I said. The start of school was going to be busy, and one last day of relaxation was a very appealing option. Not to mention, I'd get another few loads from my hunky uncles this afternoon and maybe, finally, get a chance to get off myself. "Works for me," Nathan said. "But we need to shower before getting brunch." Jason jumped off the bed, and headed into the bathroom. He turned on the water in the shower. But before I could get up, Nathan grabbed me and pulled me close. He kissed me; his goatee rubbing against my smooth face. "I'm glad you're here," he said. "I'm glad you and Jason are getting along. And I'm really glad you're letting him be a poz dad for you. It means a lot to me. And, I know, to him." "It's been a pleasure," I said. "Really, more of a fantasy come true." It was true. I had been dreaming about this for months. Although not a single one of my detailed jerk-off fantasies had actually come true, the entire week ended up being better than all of the fantasies put together. "I just hope it takes," I said. "Well, we'll continue to work on you and that sweet sore hole of yours until it does. Now, let's get clean. At least our bodies." He helped me to my feet, whistling at my erection. "And we'll need to help you out with that monster dick of yours today, no doubt." He swatted at it playfully, and it bobbed in the warm air. "We know how to grow them, huh?" In the bathroom, Jason had gotten out towels for us and was doing a final adjustment on the water temperature. "In you go," Jason said, motioning for me to step into the large shower. It was more than big enough for the three of us so Jason and Nathan followed me into the shower. We all stood under the warm water, washing away the accumulated sweat, lube, grime, and pre-cum matted in our hair. Jason grabbed a bar of soap, and started to lather me up. Nathan did his best to get in our way, and managed to get a good bit of his body lathered up into the process. I took the soap and returned the favor for Jason, as Nathan continued to play around, finally getting completely covered in soap as well. With the three of us were covered in the slippery lather and our hands sliding over each other's bodies, we spent several pleasurable minutes stroking various body parts. Even after my Uncles' intense morning fucks, with all the attention, their cocks both got just as hard as mine. "Again?" I asked. "So soon?" "Definitely at least one today," Jason said. "But I need to build up a big load for you first." He stood under the water and washed off the soap. Nathan grabbed me from behind, his cock sliding into my ass crack. "You'll get another one from me as well. But you're going to have to learn patience and wait a bit." He nibbled on my ear a bit, as one hand slid down my smooth body and he found my erect cock. "And if you are good, the two of us will take care of this monster sneaky snake as well." We joined Jason under the water, and rinsed off. I was the first out of the shower, drying off, then headed back into the bedroom, where I tried to find some clothes. Jason and Nathan stayed in the bathroom, and I could hear them talking but they were quiet enough that I couldn't make out the words. Shortly they emerged, holding hands and smiling like horny teenagers. "We did another coin toss. Your ass won," Jason said. "Or lost, depending on your point of view. It's going down. This afternoon. By the pool. Be ready." "Works for me," I said. I was still naked, wandering around the bedroom and trying to remember where I had scattered my clothes over the course of the past day. It seemed like each piece had come off multiple times between the patio, the hot tub, and the bedroom. My uncles had gathering up the clothes they had also spread across the room and tossed them into a pile in the corner. Both of their cocks were still semi-hard, bouncing as they walked around the room. "Do you guys ever get soft?" I asked. "Not around you," Jason said. Nathan nodded in agreement, as he struggled to fit himself into a tight pair of underwear. He filled them out nicely, and it was hard for me to resist the temptation to kneel down and worship the handsome older man. "Now get dressed, boy. I'm hungry," Jason continued. Behind Jason, Nathan rolled his eyes at his husband. "You better do it. A hungry Jason is a cranky Jason." Jason had found some underwear and pulled it on. As he bent down to pick some other piece of clothing up, I saw that there was a cut-out for his ass, leaving him exposed and beautifully vulnerable. It was my first good view of Jason's butt. I suddenly realized how beautiful a man's ass could be, and in particular how amazing Jason's was. Firm and muscular, his two cheeks begged to be spread apart and violated. I wanted nothing more than to kneel down, and stick my face in there. I needed to lick his hole, tell him how amazing it was, and then force my cock deep into him. "You staring at my ass, boy?" Jason said, noticing my possessing gaze. "Uh," I stammered. But then I realized Nathan had fucked him uncountable times, and he had spent the last day or so fucking me. This wasn't a high-school gym, and there was no reason to deny the obvious. "Yeah. Yeah, I was." He had stood up now and was stepping into a pair of shorts. "Don't worry. You'll get to fuck it one of these days. We just have more pressing matters to deal with first." "Like?" Nathan asked, giving Jason a hard slap on the butt. "Well, first food. And hopefully a Bloody Mary. Then we've got to get our little nephew knocked up." He pulled on a t-shirt. Nathan also finished dressing as well. I had managed to get some clothes on, but was still looking for my shirt. "Here," Jason said. "Take one of mine." He tossed me a t-shirt. "Or one of mine," Nathan said, pointedly correcting Jason. "Sorry, One of ours," Jason said, correcting himself. "Where to?" he asked. "State Street Grill?" Nathan said. "Close. Good. Sounds perfect." The three of us left the bedroom, put on our shoes, and headed out the door. "It's a ten minute walk," Jason said. "Or a two minute drive, a ten minute hunt for parking, and then a five minute walk." "I'm fine with walking. I've spent too much time sitting in a car this week." I easily fell in between the two men as we walked down the street. They made no effort to hide the attraction between us, occasionally one or the other would run a hand down my back, or pat my ass. I felt open and comfortable with them. I realized how much I had been craving this easy intimacy with other men; the experiences in high school had been furtive and rushed and I never got ot speak about it afterwards. As we walked we talked about the logistics for tomorrow. It was going to be busy on campus, and we needed to figure out how to manage getting Nathan back home. After spending several minutes talking past each other, we finally realized that Jason would be getting off work right about when Nathan and I figured we'd be done, and it would be an easy detour for him to pick up Nathan. "I think we really need some food," I said, as we realized how simple it would actually be. "No kidding," Nathan said. "And we're here." He opened the door for us, and we walked in. We quickly got a table, sat down and started to look over the menu. "Hi, I'm Sean, and I'll be your..." I looked up and saw a hot young man. "Oh. It's you," he continued. "And who's the new one?" he asked, smiling at me. I tried not to stare, but he was very good looking and looked almost familiar. "Hands off, Sean," Nathan said. "He's my nephew, Greg." "He seems old enough to make his own decisions," Sean said. "And I haven't even touched him. Yet. But first, some drinks?" "Fuck yes," Jason said. "Bloody Mary. Coffee." "Same for me," Nathan said. "And you?" Sean asked. "A virgin Mary? But I can think of other ways for you to find salvation." He winked at me. "I'll take that," I said. "I'll get those in for you," he said, as he walked away." "You know him, it seems like?" I asked. "Yeah," Nathan said. "Not quite an ex of mine. We hung out a lot after Alan, fucked a lot. But it never really worked out for us. Anyway, he has a serious boyfriend now. Not that that stops him much," Nathan explained. "But we're still really close with him and his boyfriend, Vic. Both of them are still over frequently as well." Jason continued. He turned closer to me. "And he helped out when I was chasing," he said, almost whispering in my ear. "Chasing?" "You know, looking to get pozzed up." I was silent. I hadn't really thought much about how Jason had gotten infected. He had told me it had involved Uncle Nate, but somehow, I had always thought it had been an accident. It had not crossed my mind that it had been intentional. "You wanted it?" "Well. I wanted Nathan." Under the table he reached across me and grabbed Nathan's leg. "Badly enough that I didn't care about HIV. And he wouldn't let me fuck him until I was also HIV+. So, your uncle did most of the hard work, but a few other guys got to help out. Sean was one of them." "Do you regret it?" I asked Jason. "Never. It is a very small price to pay for the most amazing man ever. And the feeling of power when I'm in a neg hole..." he trailed off, a big smile on his face. "Guys," Nathan interjected, "Let's talk about this somewhere else." I looked around, and realized that although the restaurant wasn't very busy, it wasn't deserted. "Remember to tell Jason your reasons for getting it though. I think he'll appreciate it." "I think I need a real drink first, before I can do that," I said. Almost as soon as I said it, Sean re-appeared, carrying a tray of drinks. He set down some water, then put three bloody marys in front of each of us. "Here you go, boys. Enjoy," he said. He winked at me, and I wondered just how virginal my drink was. "You need a bit more time with the menu?" he asked, again not letting his eyes off of me. "Yeah, I do," I said. "Well, if I can help you in any way, let me know." His emphasis on "any way" made it clear what he wanted. I took the opportunity to look him over a little better. I estimated he was in his late twenties, maybe a little shorter than my 5'8" height and very skinny, with straight brownish-blond hair and blue eyes. He was smooth shaven and it seemed like he would have trouble growing a beard anyway. I wondered what he had hidden under the waiter's uniform. "Something caught your eye?" Nathan asked, as he walked away. "Yeah. He's cute," I said. I was a little embarrassed to be put on the spot like that; like I was back in middle school having to tell my parents which girls at school I liked. "Plus he's got a big cock, especially for such a skinny boy," Jason said. "And a great ass. You should ask if he wants to come over this afternoon. He might let you fuck him." "Serious?" I asked. It was a very different world than I had experienced in high school, one where sex was this easy and informal. "Absolutely," Nathan said. "And do you know what you want? To eat," he quickly added, then corrected himself once more, "For brunch." "I'm getting an omlette," I said. Nathan flagged Sean down, and the stud took our order. I could have been imagining it, but he was still staring at me more than was necessary. As he walked away, I took a sip of the bloody mary. As I expected, there was the taste of alcohol. "Stronger than you expected?" Nathan asked, smiling. "Yeah," I said sheepishly. I excused myself to wash my hands. I found the restroom towards the back of the restaurant. When I walked in, Sean was standing at the lone urinal, pissing. When he finished, he turned around and looked me over, his cock still hanging out. Jason wasn't wrong; for a short, skinny guy, his cock seemed absolutely massive. "You like?" he asked, noticing me staring. "Uh...yeah," I said. I guessed hard, it would be at least as big as Nathan's shaft. In fact, it was probably even bigger. "Um," I stammered. I leapt, unsure of what the answer would be. "You want to come over later?" "Nathan's?" "Yeah," I said. "We were going to hang out by the pool." He cut to the chase. "Can I fuck you?" He was still smiling and his cock starting to get hard at the thought. "Yeah, of course you can." "Just so you know, I'm poz. And I only fuck raw." I smiled. "Perfect. That's very cool. Nathan's been fucking me bareback for the past week." "That fucking bastard! He always gets the hot guys first." He smiled, shook his cock, and then literally stuffed it back into his tight black pants. "I'm off at 2:00. And if you're packing anything like what Nathan has, you better plan on fucking me as well." He washed his hands carefully, and headed back I washed my hands, then returned to our table. "And? We saw Sean come out of the restroom a little after you went in," Jason asked me, as I sat down. "Yeah," I said. "He's probably coming over after he's done working here. If that's alright?" "Of course," Nathan said. "It'll be nice to see him. And, you fucking him? Or he fucking you? Or both?" "Hopefully both, but we'll see, I guess," I said. Our food came out right then. Unfortunately, another server carried it out. We dug in, and the first few minutes were quiet while we ate. Only as we finished did we start to talk again. It was idle chit-chat for the most part; I was more cognizant that we were in public. I needed to be more careful about what I said, not so much about sex, but about the our family and especially about my chasing the bug. "Everything good?" Sean asked, as be dropped off the bill. "Very good as always," Nathan said. "And Greg says we're going to see you shortly?" "Oh fuck yeah," Sean said. "I'm off here at 2:00." Nathan handed Sean a credit card, and he took it away. "Thanks for brunch, Uncle Nate," I said. I looked at my watch. It was already a quarter to one. The day was quickly flying by. I wished I had more time to spend with Nathan and Jason, not to mention Sean as well, before I had to go to school. In a week, I'd have homework to do and books to study. Soon, the past week would be just a distant, pleasant memory. Although, with luck, I would have a permanent souvenir of the week coursing through my blood stream. It would have taken over my body by then. But it was the companionship and closeness with these men I was going to miss the most. "My pleasure, boy," Nathan replied. "Any last minute shopping you need to do?" he asked, as he signed the credit card slip. "I think there may be a tiny bit of space left in the car." "Nah. I'm good, I think." We got up and walked back to Nathan's place. "Joint?" I asked, as we walked by the SUV. "I'll pass," Jason said. "Drug tests, you know." "I'll take one," Nathan said. I grabbed the bag of weed and some rolling papers, and followed the men into their house. "Something to drink?" Nathan asked as we paused in the living room. "I'll have a beer," Jason said. "Same?" he asked me as I rolled up a fat joint. "Sure," I replied and handed the joint and lighter to Nathan. He did a hit, handed it back to me, then disappeared into the kitchen. As I did my first toke of the day, Jason headed back to the bedroom. I was alone for a moment, enjoying the sweet smell of the weed, and marveling at how much this short week had changed me. I had packed and left my parent's home; I had driven across the US; and tomorrow I'd be moving into my college dorm room. But those were small changes compared to the other things that had happened to me. I had let two HIV positive men fuck me. More than that, I had seduced one of them and begged the other to fuck me. The two things I was looking forward to most right now was for the two men to bareback me several more times this afternoon. Second was over the weekend, getting to bareback some hot, unsuspecting frat boy. Almost simultaneously both Nate and Jason came back to the living room. Nate had three beers and a camera, and Jason had a stack of beach towels and some sunscreen. "Go out back?" Jason asked and Nathan nodded. The three of us walked out to the small pool in the back. Nathan started off by removing his shirt, kicking off his shoes, then finally dropping his shorts. He was standing there undressed and naked, his hairy chest glistening in the bright southern Californian sunshine. I turned to Jason. He was already down to his underwear, the sun catching his smooth skin and highlighting his tattoo. "Your turn," Jason said. I handed the joint to Nathan, and followed my uncles' lead; I quickly stripped off my clothes and felt the sun against my skin. "Sunscreen?" Nate asked. He took the bottle from Jason. He poured some on his hand, then proceeded to rub it all over Jason's back and shoulders. "You too," Jason said, as he motioned for me to stand in front of him. He started by rubbing the thick cream on my back, then worked his way down. He spent a lot time rubbing it into my ass, probably more than he needed to. He took a finger, slick with the oil, and let it sneak into my crack. Once inside, he gently probed my hole. But before I could react, he started on my shoulders and arms. "Turn around," he said. I did, and faced him. He poured more sunscreen on his hand, and covered my chest with it. He worked his way down, covering my stomach, then my aching cock. With the slippery lotion, he stroked my cock teasing it just enough to get me hard. "Need to make sure everything is covered," he said. "Now, it's your turn to turn around," Nathan said to Jason. Nathan covered Jason's body with the sunscreen. Nathan also covered Jason's cock with the cream. It took just a few quick strokes by Nathan for Jason to get as hard as me. "You get to do Nathan," Jason told me, as he handed me the bottle. I started on his back, then worked my way down to his ass. It was the first time I got to explore his ass closely; it was firm and muscular. I longed for the time when I would to be able to thrust my cock into it. Yesterday morning, when Nathan had last serviced me now seemed like a very long time ago. The last time I had fucked a guy was several weeks ago; some closeted frat guy home from college. I had met him online; his parents were away for the weekend. I had fucked him on the couch in his living room. He never asked about my status, nor did he make me wear a condom. "Not yet, boy," Nathan said, reading my mind and intuiting my desire to fuck him. "You know what it's going to take to get inside of Jason or me." He turned around, and I continued to spread the sunscreen over his chest, working my way down to his stomach, and then to his cock. I needed only a stroke or two before he too was erect like Jason and myself. It felt good to be outside, in the sun, surrounded by two hot, naked men and all three of us erect and aroused. Nathan grabbed the joint, and lit it. "Let's do this afternoon properly," he said, taking a few hits from it. "Right on," Jason said. As Nathan and I passed the joint back and forth, we all did some touch-up work on the sunscreen, then set up four lounge chairs by the pool. Between the two of us, we quickly took care of the joint. Just as the joint was nearly finished, Jason even took a quick hit from it. Nathan and Jason lay back on the chairs holding hands. I ran back into the house to get the rest of the weed and papers. The clock said it was already two o'clock, and I wondered if Sean was on his way here from the restaurant. As I walked back towards pool, Nathan called out, "Sean's on his way." My cock twitched; I wanted him to let me fuck him, as well as breed my hole. I quickly rolled two more joints for all of us to share before he arrived. My timing was perfect. Right as I finished rolling the second one, the gate opened, and Sean walked in. He had lost the long sleeve white shirt from the restaurant, and was now in a white tank top but with the same dark black pants. "Make yourself comfortable," Nathan said, as Sean dropped his bag by one of the chairs. "And properly undressed." "Thanks," he said. "I will." He kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his tank top. He was a a skinny guy, with just enough muscle to not be just skin and bones. In the bright sun, his pale complexion and sandy hair almost glowed. He undid his belt and pants, then let them slide down, exposing his tight, bright blue briefs. Even semi-soft and packed into his underwear, his cock seemed larger than it had been in the restaurant. It was almost comically outsized for his skinny frame. "You mind?" he asked, as he reached into a bag and pulled out a small black bag. "No," Nathan answered, "But do it inside, ok?" "Of course," Sean said as he stepped out of his pants. He took the bag, and disappeared into the house, his tight ass bouncing in his blue underwear. "What was that?" I asked, once the door had closed behind Sean. "Sean likes to slam," Nathan said. I must have had a puzzled look on my face, because he continued. "Sorry. Slamming is inject crystal meth." "Meth?" I asked. "Isn't that dangerous?" "It can be," Nathan said. "Especially if you get addicted easily." "Have you ever done it?" I asked. "Yeah. Both of us. And we still do, although very rarely." "Really?" I was shocked. I had only heard the official line repeated endlessly at school: all drugs were bad, and meth was the worst. I had never believed it. I had smoked pot all through high school, and so far, the worst that had happened was that I had gotten into my first choice college and had some amazing sex. "Yeah," he said. "It can be a very intense, sexual experience. But you want to be sure you know how it affects you. In a controlled setting." "But, Sean seems so normal. Not what I was expecting." I had only seen the media portrayals of toothless hillbillies doing meth. Not a hung, sexy young man. "He is," Jason interjected. "Now at least." "Yeah," Nathan said. "He and his boyfriend Vic were pretty bad a few years ago." "It was totally out of control. And we nearly got sucked in as well. But then they got cleaned up, and got a handle on it," Jason said. "Almost surprisingly under control, now," Nathan continued. "But that was a crazy time. Not all bad though." Sean was in the house less than five minutes; when he came out, he looked almost no different than before, other than a slightly dreamy look in his eyes. His underwear was now in his hands, along with his small black case, and his cock was now semi-erect, bobbing with his every step. "All good?" Jason asked. "Oh yeah," he said. "And are those joints on the table?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Help yourself." "Thanks," Sean said, "I think I will." He took one of the joints and lit it up, then did a long hit. His cock stiffened a bit more, now sticking out in front of him. "Like it?" he asked me. "Oh yeah," I said, as I took a joint and lit it. I did a few puffs, then handed it to Sean. He took a few long draws from it, and offered it to Nathan. "I'm good for now," Nathan said. "You two share it." Sean motioned for me to shotgun his hit; it didn't surprise me that it turned into a kiss. His tongue started to explore my mouth. He wrapped his free hand around my waist and pulled me in close as our cocks started to harden nearly simultaneously. He broke off the kiss and took another long hit from the joint but still kept his arm around me. Locked in his embrace, I took the opportunity to study his face. He still looked young, but I could see the start of a few faint lines around his blue eyes. His lips were red and moist, and I wanted him to finish his drag so I could kiss him again. As soon as he was done with his hit, he leaned in towards me again to kiss. I eagerly opened my mouth, but this time I forced my tongue into his mouth. His eyes widened at the unexpected intrusion and his cock twitched in pleasure. As we kissed, he slowly exhaled his hit into me. When both of us needed some air, I broke off our kiss. I let go of the last of the hit and he whispered into my ear. "So, you want to fuck me first? Or do I fuck you first?" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jason staring at the two of us, slowly stroking his cock. "Come on boys, enough making out. We want to see some hard core raw fucking," he said. I reached down and grabbed Sean's dick. I could just barely wrap my hands around it. I wondered how I was ever going to get it into my hole, even as much as had it been worked out by my uncles. But I also wondered if I could stand another moment without him inside of me. "I want you inside me first," I said, loud enough for Jason to hear. "You know I'm poz, right? And I don't pull out, either?" Sean asked me. He whispered it, making sure my two uncles didn't hear him. "They're poz as well. And they didn't pull out either," I replied, indicating Nathan and Jason. "I know what I want. And you definitely have everything that I want," I continued. I squeezed Sean's hard cock, leaving it to him to decide what I wanted more: his virus, or his hard shaft. "I think you'll get everything you want and need," Sean said. He pushed me down, back into one of the lounge chairs and spread my legs. He dove in, and started by licking my balls then worked his way further down. His wet tongue found my hole, and he started to open up my hole carefully. As he rimmed me, Nathan and Jason gathered around me. Jason kneeled down by me, and started to make out, while Nathan grabbed one of his ever-present cameras, and started to take pictures of Sean working on my hole and Jason's tongue in my mouth. There had the various solo scenes during our trip out here, but this was the first time that I was in the middle of sex while Nathan took pictures. I had expected it would happen eventually, and I hardly cared when it was between men as hot as Jason and Sean. One part of me knew that if the photos got out, it could be embarrassing for me. But, my cock was thinking about all the guys who would jerk off, wishing they were me, as well as the ones who would dream of being Sean or Jason. "You mind?" Nathan asked me, although after he had spent a few minutes taking pictures, it seemed like too little, too late. "Not at all," I said. I started to play with my cock. I was so turned on by Sean's rimming, Jason's insistent kissing, and Nathan's obvious adoration of my body that I was already pretty hard. As soon as I touched it, it stiffened up all the way. Sean took a break from munching at my hole, and admired my erection. "Fuck, that's nice. You've gotta give it to me this afternoon," he said, before he took the head into his mouth, licking off the drops of pre-cum. I grabbed the back of his head, and slowly pulled him down onto my shaft. He was a natural cocksucker just like Nathan. There was only the slightest pause in his trajectory as my shaft entered his throat. I thought I was going to explode right there. Seemingly there had been long years since the last time I had gotten off. "Don't cum yet," Jason whispered into my ear. "Enjoy it, let that load grow deep in your balls." I focused not on the wet mouth on my cock teasing me towards orgasm, but on Jason's soft tongue on my skin and his warm breath in my ear. "That's what I do. Let the load build up and let the virus seep into my semen." His head was pressing against mine in a rhythmic motion. I tried to turn to see what Jason was doing, but his muscular torso blocked any view. "I'm jerking off," he said softly. "Getting another load ready for your gut." "Please," I said, teasing his ear with my tongue. "I want you to infect me. I want you to be my poz dad, just like Nathan." Sean had returned to my asshole, and his tongue was working over my hole. The weed had definitely hit me, and I felt relaxed and blissed out. All I cared about was being happy, and I already was having so much fun. I wanted to share the experience and make these amazing men around me happy as well. "I want you two so much," I managed to say, before Sean began another oral assault on my hole. "You'll want this," Nathan said, handing a bottle of lube to Sean. I didn't remember him bringing it out, but was thankful it had appeared. Sean stopped tonguing my hole, and straddled the chair. His cock was resting against my balls as he poured the lube on his shaft, then let some drip down my crack. He easily slid a finger into me, then worked in a second and finally, a third, opening me up enough to just maybe be able to take his fat rod. "Please," I moaned. I was squirming, my need for fresh, toxic seed driving all of my thoughts and actions. "I need you inside me." Sean pulled his fingers out of my hole, and placed his cock right up against my freshly lubricated and open hole. I tried my best to push myself down on Sean's thick head, but he had grabbed onto my legs and was holding me in place. "Eager boy, aren't you?" he said, smiling at me. "You'll get it, don't worry. I just want to go slow at first." I knew he was right; the past few days had been an intense introduction to bottoming. Today, I needed to go slow, especially for a cock with the length and girth of Sean's. "I'm going to enjoy this. A lot," he said, as he flexed his hips. His cock entered and his penetration and domination of my body had officially begun. I was immediately glad that Sean had decided to go slow. He was far thicker than either of my uncles and just his dickhead was stretching me open more than either Nathan or Jason had accomplished. Nathan was still standing over us, still taking pictures of the entire scene: Sean penetrating me, Jason kissing me, and me between them, masturbating. He must have noticed the expression on my face, because he disappeared behind me for a moment, then returned with a bottle of poppers. "One more thing you'll want for this fuck," he said, handing them to me. I grabbed them eagerly and took a long hit. As the poppers washed over me, I was able to relax more and let Sean open me up properly. Sean noticed me letting him in deeper and he moaned in pleasure. "So fucking good," he said. "I could get very used to this hole." "Well, he's going to be in the area for a few years," Nathan said. "I bet he'd be willing to work something out with you, especially if you're willing to give up your hole as well." "You want to fuck him?" Jason whispered into my ear. "See your raw cock slide into him, drip your pre-cum up there, then shoot a hot load?" I could only nod in response. I had been dying to fuck Nathan for as long as I could remember. I had fantasized about Jason since I first saw him naked several years ago; he had run from the bathroom to the guest bedroom and I had gotten a peek at his naked body. I was now so horny, I'd fuck almost anyone or anything with a pulse and a hole. The hot, short, skinny little guy currently plowing my ass was more than acceptable. "You think he can take all of your big cock?" I hoped that he could take me; Sean had gotten his entire shaft into me and was starting to slowly pump my hole. If a novice like me could take his massive tool, an expert fucker like him would be able to take my cock with ease. "Fuck, that's a damn big tool you have there," Sean said. "I guess it runs in the family." He reached down to stroke me in synchrony with his own deep thrusts into my body. "Don't worry. I can take everything you have to give me. But first, you're going to have to take what I've got to give you." "Please, Sean, give me your seed," I begged him. "Fuck, I need more of that sweet pozcum." After four days of getting bred, of getting my ass filled with virus-laden sperm, of now having three different, HIV-positive men breed me, I was more than getting used to it. However, each individual fuck was only a small, small step on the much longer journey I had started. Even finally getting a positive result on an HIV test would only be the first stopping point on the journey that would take the rest of my life. After that brief stop, I wanted to continue my explorations and find another willing man, and infect him. I wanted to see him just as eager to get my seed as I was to get Nathan's, Jason's, and now Sean's precious ball juice. "Any time you want it boy, I'll breed this hot cumhole," Sean said. Despite the edginess of our conversations, the not-so-subtle references to virus, to disease, to being driven by our need for seed, there was never a sense of humiliation in the conversation. I had slowly realized how fluid the roles in this world really were: Nathan fucked Jason first. But he needed Jason's cock inside him just as badly. Right now, my primary goal was to get fucked. I needed these deadly men to seed my tender hole with their life-changing fluids. But as soon as that change had occurred, my priorities would change as well. I would be a champion sperm donor, not a prize-winning jizz receptacle. I'd be the one with the power of love and hate, health and sickness, and life and death itself. Even while I was still uninfected, these thoughts were making my cock hard, and my ass tingle. I wanted Sean's charged load inside me, so I could take the next short step on my journey. "Please, Sean, blow your load in me. Add it to all of Uncle Nathan's loads, and all of Uncle Jason's loads. Mix them all up into a single, potent brew for my butt." "You really sure you want this?" Jason asked. He was still kneeling next to me, kissing me and playing with my dark hair. Nathan was still taking pictures of the three of us as we concentrated on the the complex and often awkward dance of male on male on male fucking. No, better, to call it love making. Certainly, what had happened between Nathan and myself was love: the love of a father for his son, made totally real and physical. Jason was a mix: the love of a father, but also the love of a brother. Nathan would tell me what to do, but Jason would explain how I could achieve that goal. And Sean, well, he was maybe my kindred spirit. A little older, but I could easily see him becoming my guide to this new and wonderful world. He was seemingly fearless and ready for just about anything: sex, kink, drugs, bondage, play, porn, and groups. Sean's blue eyes had stayed locked on me, as I thought through all of the implications of what we might do together: the pains, the beautiful suffering, but also the pleasures. The doors that would get closed with my infection, but the many other doors that would suddenly be open for me. Many of those doors would lead to dark, scary and amazing places. "You ready? Ready for my demon-infested sperm, Greg?" He leaned in and kissed me, a gentle, deep kiss that contrasted with the hard pounding his cock was giving me. "Yes, Sean, I am. I've wanted it for a long time. And to get it from my Uncle Nathan, my Uncle Jason, and from their..." "Dealer and Marriage counselor?" Jason snorted. "That's more accurate than you might guess." "From all of you. From your partners. Your friends. This creates a new family for me. I want this virus from all of you. Done properly." "Fuck, boy," Sean said. "Keep that up, and you're going to get it a lot sooner than planned." He turned to Nathan. "You getting this down on film?" "Of course I'm getting it. This is what I had hoped for Greg. My boy, being able to say not just what he wants, but what he needs. Now, give him what he needs now. Your poz cum. Deep in his unprotected neg hole." Nathan ended the speech with the click of the camera shutter. Jason leaned in between myself and Sean, adding his tongue to our intertwining bodies. With the intense summer sun on our bodies, and our close proximity, all of us were starting to sweat, and the sex just made us breathe more heavily. The sweat and heat made hitting the poppers an even more visceral experience. "Now, fuck me hard, and shoot your load inside me," I finally said. I wasn't going to be able to withstand his fuck much longer, and I wanted Sean's strain in my hole, where it could do the most good. Or the most damage. It was hard to tell the difference as the poppers clouded my mind. I clenched my ass around Sean's thick rod, and begged him to shoot. "All in good time, Greg. I can't cum on command, like some guys." He glanced at Jason, then continued. "But just keep on telling me what you want, and you're going to get it plenty soon enough" I pulled him closer to me, and kissed him deeply before whispering into his ear. I told him how he made me feel like a total cum bucket, just a warm, wet, living repository for his sperm. Or for any man's sperm. I want him to be one of the few who knocked me up. He was leaning against me, using the leverage from my body to force his cock ever deeper into me. Jason was still next too us, pressing us together, the sweat and lube coating our bodies was getting sticky, holding us together. Nathan was still taking pictures; sometimes close-ups of the places where our bodies met and penetrated, other times of the grins of pleasure, and the grimaces of uncertainty about how we all would fit together. We were living in the moment, heedless of the weeks and months still to come. "Tell me you want it," Sean finally said. "And let me smell you pits." "I want your sperm. I want your infected sperm. I want to you knock me up, shoot it into my unprotected hole." As I was making my needs so very clear, I raised my arm, and Sean buried his nose in my sweaty and, no doubt, musky pit. "Like the best poppers ever," he said, pulling his face out of my armpits. He paused a moment, like he saw the wave of emotions, of pure masculine sexuality about to roll over him. Then he attacked my ass with renewed vigor, and within moments, his cock was steel. "Slow and drippy, but you're going to get all of it," he grunted, as the first stroke of his orgasm hit and he plunged into my body. Sean's cock pulsed, and its thick white payload was delivered where it needed to go. It went right where I wanted it to go. In that perfect moment I wanted it more than anything else. Several more loads of Sean's infected cocksnot made it into my hole, before he collapsed on top of me. "There's your first load for the afternoon," he said. We kissed. Of course, we were now connected more deeply than before. Now, we didn't need words to explain what we were thinking. "You need to let your uncles have their turn in that cummy hole." I turned and saw that both Nathan and Jason were beside me, their cocks hard and dripping. "But first, you need to show me what you're made of," he continued, "and fuck me hard, deep, and raw." "It's finally your time, boy" Nathan said, running his hand possessively along my chest and stomach. He paused right at the base of my cock, and grabbed my erect shaft. "Time for you to use what you got," he said. "Am I already?" I asked, hoping that what I had wanted so badly was now finally mine. I hated being this innocent young man, and I wanted to be dangerous, my cock a charged up pistol, ready to strike down the unsuspecting frat boys of school. Sean, even though he was already poz, was going to be the perfect test run of my new power. "Unfortunately, I don't think so, boy," Nathan said. "I'm sorry. Usually its easy to tell when it takes. You'll probably get sick. And you've been in great shape this week." "I don't care," Sean said. "I just want his cock in my hole, and his hot boy cum in my guts." His face had a combination of need and happiness; like he already knew I was going to fuck him and how good it was going to feel. He got up from kneeling between my legs, and moved forward just enough to straddle my cock. "Not quite so fast there, Sean," Jason said, grabbing his shoulder and pulling Sean off me. "I have a better idea." I was momentarily disappointed. I had been looking forward to this moment, and it was hard to have it taken from me so suddenly. "You," Jason said, indicating me, "get up." He continued, "And you," motioning to Sean, "Get on all fours on the chair." I got off the lounge chair right as Sean got on to it. His ass was sticking up and completely exposed, swaying slightly in the afternoon breeze. All I could think about was how good my cock would feel inside of him and how badly I wanted to breed Sean. "Now, it's your turn," Jason told me, handing me the bottle of lube. I poured it on my cock, then let a bit drip onto Sean's hole. "First time raw?" Nathan asked. "Not quite," I said. Most of the boys in high school had made me wear a condom. As I watched more bareback porn, especially the breeding porn, I realized how selfish they had been: denying me the pleasure that I knew bareback sex was. Finally, my senior year, I had started to bareback with a sophomore. It was everything I had imagined it would be, and, trite as it sounded, more. Every time I had to wear a rubber after that seemed like something less than sex. "He's a great place to start," Jason said. My uncles were flanking me, their arms around my shoulders, and their free hands playing with their hard cocks. I had one hand on Sean's hip, the other hand guiding my hard erection to his pink hole. "Just think. Just you and Sean. No rubber between your hard cock and his poz hole," Jason whispered into my ear. "Fuck him good. Make it last." When he said that, my cockhead was already poking up against Sean's hole. I couldn't contain my self any longer, and I pushed in. There was just the slightest hint of resistance from Sean's hole, but then he opened up and let me in. The warmth of his hole bloomed around my tool, engulfing it in a an all-to-rare world of pleasure. I knew, immediately, that this was what I would spend the rest of my life pursuing: a man's raw hole, given to me freely, willingly, and knowingly around my hard cock. "It's amazing, isn't it?" Nathan said, seeing the expression on my face. "Don't stop yet, man," Sean said. "I want all of you inside me." I slid my cock the rest of the way into the skinny man. It was hard to believe that there was enough space for my tool in his small frame, but he took every inch making only moans of pleasure. I couldn't hold back, and rather than letting him have a chance to get used to me, I immediately began pounding his hole. I wanted to feel every inch of Sean's hole and how good he could make my cock feel. "Slow down there, cowboy," Jason said. "We have some other plans for you now." As he spoke, Nathan moved behind me, and his hard cock slid into my crack. "Since you're already lubed up and ready," Jason continued, "It's time for you to get a few more loads up there." Nathan bent me over slightly, just enough to line up his cock with my hole. With a hand on my waist, he held me in place in order to make sure that my cock stayed inside of Sean. Jason poured lube on his husband's cock and then Nathan pushed it into me. I had already been well-lubricated and opened up by Sean's tool, and my hole now readily swallowed Nathan's cock. As Nathan started to pound my hole, all of us could hear the squishing noises he was making with the load Sean had already shot inside of me. "Fuck man," Nathan said. "You really filled our boy up with your cum." "Of course," Sean said. "No one asked me to pull out, least of all Greg." As I got used to Nathan's steady strokes into my hole, I started to find my own rhythm to fuck Sean without interrupting Nathan. I liked being in between these two hot men; my cock buried inside the warm, raw hole of a young poz man, and my masculine, infected uncle's cock was, in turn, buried deep inside of me. All I could think about was sex: ass, balls, erections, cum, penetration, and fluids. I wanted to feel my cock in every hole I could find and I wanted to feel every cock I could find in my hole. "Don't cum yet," Jason told me, tweaking one of my nipples. "Nathan needs to give you one more of his loads. And I still need to fuck my load into your hole." "I'm doing my best," I gasped. Sean was squeezing his ass around my cock and I was already dripping pre-cum into his hole. TO make it even worse, Nathan had found the perfect spots in my ass. He was carefully pressing his cockhead against each of them in turn. Each of his deep thrusts milked out another drip of pre-cum into Sean's hole. Jason leaned into me and gave me a deep kiss. "This your first raw hole?" he asked me. "Almost," I said. It was nothing like the inexpert sophomore I had been fucking. "You're going to be spoiled," he said. "Sean's an amazing bottom." "He wasn't bad as a top either," I said. Nathan grabbed on to my hips, and started to pound my hole harder. I had gotten used to Nathan fucking me, and I could tell from the change in his breathing that meant he had been getting close. "Yeah, Uncle, fuck me hard and breed me deep," I begged. As much as I had been enjoying fucking Sean's ass, I was still craving more poz cum. Even though I dreamt of it being different, I knew that my uncles' breeding efforts had not yet taken hold, and I was still uninfected. In the heat of the moment, all it meant to me was that I had to try harder. I had to take more loads, I had to take them more often, and I had to take them deeper. Even though I was having a lot of fun fucking Sean, I knew sex would be even better when I could shoot a charged load in the bottom. I was envious of Nathan. He was so collected, so calm, so masculine when his cock was inside of me. He clearly knew exactly how powerful he was and how easy it would be for him to destroy and then re-create my life with his charged fuck tool. I wanted to grow into a man just like him, to know that power and yet still be able to wield it with the same confidence and assurance that he possessed. "Yeah, boy, take my charged load," Nathan moaned. He thrust his cock into me, and I felt that familiar bloom of warmth deep in my hole. Nathan grunted, lost in the pleasure of his orgasm. My own cock twitched deep in Sean's hole, but I forced myself to concentrate on Nathan's cock. I didn't want to cum until after I gave Jason a chance to add his own load to my ever-growing collection. I squeezed my hole, trying to milk out every deadly drop from my uncle's hard cock. In the heat of his orgasm, he leaned over my torso and started to nibble on the nape of my neck. "That's right, boy, milk out my toxic sperm," Nathan said. As he forced his cock deeper into me, and I squeezed my ass harder, the nibbles became closer to bites. Far from hurting me, it only pushed my limits further and made me slam into Sean's hole harder. "Please, give it to me," I begged Nathan, feeling his hard cock still exploding with clockwork regularity in my hole, adding spurt after spurt of charged-up cum to the gift Sean had already given me. "Hungry, aren't you?" Sean said. His body was tense under me. He was clearly working hard to be able to withstand my pounding, but I didn't care. In fact, it was a turn-on, to see how much mental control he needed to take my cock without breaking. All I wanted was to get my cock deep in him and deposit my load inside of him. I was only sad that my load wasn't as toxic as all of the hot men surrounding me. "Fuck yeah," I said, not sure if I was answering Sean's question or just begging for more seed from Nathan. Nathan's thrusts slowed down, as he injected the last wonderful drops of his seed into my hole. I expected him to use his still-hard cock to work his load into my body, but as soon as his orgasm was over, he pulled out. I didn't have to worry. Nathan immediately stepped aside, and let Jason take his place behind me. Jason lined up his cock, and slid it into my well-lubricated hole. "Damn, that's a sloppy hole," Jason said, as his cock tunneled deep into my body. Before I could say anything, Nathan held the poppers under my nose. I had no choice but to inhale. The poppers washed over me, and I was once again lost in a world of pure sexual pleasure. It was hard for me to tell where the boundaries between Sean and myself were, or where Jason's cock ended and my hole began. The three of us felt like a single creature, our individual bodies merging into one erect, aroused creature focused on the passion of men and the exchange of semen. That exchange would eventually prove deadly for all of us. Next, Nathan gave Sean a hit of the poppers, and the effect on him the same as one me. "Please, Greg, fuck me," he moaned, pressing his ass into my cock, and squeezing it hard. "Give me your load, man, fuck me deep." I felt the familiar tingling at the tip of my cock, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off much longer. Jason took the bottle of poppers from Nathan, and did a hit himself. "Damn boy," he moaned. "I want to sperm your hole so badly," he said, pounding my ass hard. "I can't hold off much longer," I said, my hips thrusting hard into Sean's body. My cock was stiffening, and I could feel that the slow drip of pre-cum was turning into a veritable *******, anticipating of my orgasm. "Shoot in me, please," Sean begged. "Don't pull out. Don't waste it." He thrust his ass back and clamped down on my cock. I stopped trying to hold back and rammed my cock deep into him. My balls tightened up, and a wonderful surge of sperm shot through my shaft right into Sean's waiting hole. As I started to shoot my clean, pure sperm into Sean, Jason's cock also stiffened and surged. He unloaded a spurt of dirty, infected semen into my waiting hole, right in synchrony with my orgasm. Quickly, the three of us fell into a vicious, re-enforcing circle of insemination: Sean would squeeze on my cock, which made me shoot another wad of cum into his hole; in shooting, I tightened my own ass which milked out more of Jason's deadly sperm. In turn, that made me unload some more into Sean. Together, the three of us were locked in an unyielding orgasm, which drained our balls and filled our holes. Sadly, eventually, our three-way orgasmic ordeal faded. Jason's balls were drained first: he had already unloaded into me earlier in the morning. Then, my balls were tapped out. However, the three of us remained connected through our unprotected shafts that were still buried inside of each other. Only long after the orgasm faded away and the faint remnants of the poppers had cleared from our heads did we realize that Nathan had been photographing the whole thing. "Fucking hot, men," he said, smiling as he put down the camera. I couldn't speak, still exhausted by the fuck and the orgasm. Luckily, I didn't have to say anything, as Jason grabbed me, and started to kiss me. "Wow, that was hot," he said, between thrusts of his tongue into my mouth. "I love breeding your hole, nephew," he said. "And I'm going to be so proud to be your bugdaddy." He whispered the last line, quietly enough that only the two of us could hear it. "Fuck, I needed that," Sean said. He slowly pulled away from my cock, but was careful not to let a drop of sperm drip from his hole. I stayed still, and kept Jason's still-firm tool in my hole as Sean extricated himself. "Anytime you want Greg, I'm ready," he said. "Especially once you're shooting poz loads." "Hop in the pool?" Nathan asked, as Sean shakily stood up from the chair. "Definitely," Sean said. With a running start, he jumped into the pool. The splash hit all three of us. Jason jumped from the shock of the cool water hitting him. Unfortunately, he also pulled his cock out of my hole. Jason and I joined Sean into the pool. The three of us let the cool clean water wash off the sweat and lube our energetic fuck fest had left on us.

Since day one, older guys have been the best tops/fuckers. They have almost always been more uninhibited, more adventuresome, much less uptight and self-conscience and MUCH less self-absorbed. In other words... a hell of a lot more fun in most cases.

3. Nathan I was in that pleasant post-orgasmic moment of clarity. My balls had just been drained into my young nephew who was now cuddled up next to me. "Why?" I asked in response, unsure exactly what he was thanking me for. "For another load of cum in me. For a load from Uncle Alan. For getting me closer to my goal." "My pleasure," I said. I was still savoring the last bit of his sperm. "And there's another one for you in the morning." "I was hoping for at least one," he said. He rolled over, his ass nestled up against my cock. I wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. "But I'm tired now." "Me too." We lay there together, our breathing slowly synchronizing, and we drifted off to sleep. In the twilight of sleep, I remembered how Alan used to hold me like this. His sperm would be deep in my ass, and my sperm would be deep inside of Alan. It felt good to be sharing this with Greg. Not just good, it felt right. I awoke with a start, unsure where I was. Pressed up against me was a warm young man, his naked ass pressing against my cock. For a brief, perfect moment, I thought Alan was back with me. Then I thought it was Jason, and finally the truth percolated through my sleep-fogged mind. It was my nephew. My godson. Greg. And I had fucked him earlier in the evening. Bareback. Greg was still sleeping soundly. Without disturbing him, I looked at the clock; it read 11:45. We must have fallen asleep shortly after I had fucked him. I remembered that he had wanted my poz load. And I did nothing to dissuade him from it. Despite the two loads I had already shot, my cock was hard again. I let my hand drift down to Greg's groin, and found his cock was just as hard as mine. My touch must have disturbed him, because he turned over, and still semi-asleep, he began to kiss me. "Can I fuck you?" he asked, between kisses. "Not yet, boy. I want to make sure you're shooting poz cum." Alan had done it to me and I had kept it up with Jason. I didn't want him to fuck me until he had tested positive. But then, it would be a free-for-all. "You up for fucking me again?" he asked. His hand dropped down to my crotch, finding my hard cock already dripping pre-cum. "I guess I know the answer to that," he said. We were both slowly waking up, more aware of where we were and what we wanted. I found an opening between Greg's legs, and forced my hand to his hole. It was still wet and slippery from our earlier couplings, and my finger slid in easily. "Damn. Put it in me," Greg moaned. "I fucking need it," he said, the urgency audible in his pleading, "Don't wait." It took me only a moment to manouver him into position, my cockhead right at the entrance to his hole. "Ready for another pounding, boy?" I asked. A twinge of uncertainity flickered through my mind. I didn't know if it was my position to be doing this to Greg. But my cock was eager to get inside of my boy, and my virus was doing the thinking for me. "Please. Breed me again, Uncle Nate." I pushed my dick into his warm hole. I hardly needed any force at all, he was still so open and ready. "Oh fuck, that feels good." I didn't say anything, but just leaned in, wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him. There were times in sex where you didn't need words, and this was one of them. We both knew it was what we needed. My raw cock in his bare hole, dripping my precum deep in his young body. "Just enjoy it, Greg," I whispered. I made sure he wasn't going to talk much more by sticking my tongue in his mouth. In the still darkness of the hotel room, it was easy for me to just concentrate and savor the fuck. Each thrust into Greg was like discovering a new world of pleasure, and each thrust elicted a soft moan of contentment from the boy. He had wrapped his legs around me, and held us together tightly, not letting me pull out, even if I had wanted to. Unlike the hard, eager fucks of earlier, there was a slowness to this one. We had all the time in the world to get to our destination, and the journey would be its own reward. I went slowly, working my cock into Greg's body, and Greg met my tender strokes with his own thrusts onto my shaft. We continued to kiss, our tongues interlocked. "Please, Uncle, fuck me," Greg panted out between kisses. "Breed me." I didn't answer, but just kept on pressing my cock into his body. Underneath me, Greg felt so young, so alive. I needed no encouragement to fuck him. Aside from my need to get a fresh load in there, I also wanted to work the older loads into his body. I could feel my earlier loads squishing around in his ass. I wanted to be a part of him forever, and right now, this was how I knew to do it best. "Don't worry, boy. I will." Our fucking was long, intimate and deep. This was the closest that two men could be to one another: One man's cock deep in the the other man's ass, and there was nothing coming between them. I lost track of time. It might have been minutes, or it might have been hours. It didn't matter to either of us. We moved in synchrony, working my old cum into his body, and working on getting a fresh load injected into him. Finally, after an eternity of pleasure, I felt the familiar tingle at the tip of my cock. I knew I couldn't hold off much longer. "You want it, Greg?" I asked him. "Please. Breed me again," he said. "I need your sperm." "You want to get sick, boy?" "Yes, Uncle Nate. I want it. And I want you to do it." My balls were hard against his ass and my cock was deep in his body. "Infect me." My cock was dripping pre-cum into Greg. My balls were drawing up tight, getting ready to spew another virus-laden load into his body. His pleading was infecting my mind, and all I knew was how good it felt to be inside of him. "I'm going to shoot it in deep, boy. Fill you with my toxic sperm" "Please, Uncle Nate. You know I'll do anything to get your sperm." Greg grabbed my ass and pulled me against him. "Anything to get your virus." Another hard thrust into him, this time from me. "Anything to get sick," he said. "Anything?" I asked. I knew it was said in the heat of passion, and he probably didn't think it through. All the same, my mind started to race at the possibilities. "You want my pozcum that badly, Greg?" I slid my cock out, leaving just the head in him, taunting him with the prospect of not getting my load. "Anything. Everything. Uncle. I've told you how badly I need this. And how badly I need you to be the one to do it." He pulled me back into him, getting the full length of my cock back inside him, filling him up again. "Fuck Greg. I'm getting close. I can't hold back." I was sliding in and out in his hole, the loads I had already deposited squishing around and the sensation engulfing on my cockhead. "Cum in me Uncle Nate. Shoot in me. Infect me." I couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust my cock deep into him, and held it there. My balls pulled up and a thick eruption of sperm, semen, and virus pulsed through my cock right into Greg's body. "Take it Greg. Fucking take my load," I grunted. "Thank you, Nathan. Thank you," Greg moaned. Even in the darkness of the hotel room, I could sense the smile on his face. His needs were deep and dark, and I had just fulfilled some of them. "My pleasure, boy," I said. I shoved my rod into him several more times, each one punctuated with another volley of my bodily fluids. He pulled me close, held me tight and started to kiss me. With my cock buried deep in his body and his tongue in my mouth, it was easy to stay connected, even after the passion of the orgasm had subsided. We didn't say anything, but just made out. I was a little shocked at the desires we had both just exposed, Greg's depths of need, and how far I imagined pushing him. I knew he would follow me where ever I lead him, and wondered how deep into the depths of our fantasies I could take him. Or would take him. Underneath me, his heart was pounding inside his young, beautiful body. I was again acutely aware of my job as the elder to mentor and protect him. Once more I had failed at that task. And had enjoyed the failure more than I could express. On the bedtable, my cell phone buzzed and the screen lit up, interrupting my reverie. "Who's that?" Greg mumbled, reluctantly taking his tongue of my my mouth. "Jason," I guessed. I had glanced at the clock, and saw it was now one in the morning, eleven at night back home in California. It was about time for our evening ritual. I had missed it last night, too tired to even think, much less text Jason. I let my cock slide out of Greg's hole. As it fell out, Greg clamped his ass down, making sure that every drop of my deadly juice stayed inside of him. Disentangling ourselves, I grabbed the phone. On the screen was a picture of of his hand, a big load of cum covering it. "I won the coin toss tonight. And had to waste this load. Come home soon, Boo" read the text. I quickly typed back, "Definitely a wasted load. You have NO idea how wasted. Miss you. Love you." We had developed an evening ritual, right around when we needed to take our meds. His text reminded me that I hadn't taken mine. "I need to take my meds," I told Jason. "Oh. I hadn't thought about that," he said. "Can I watch?"

2. Greg I couldn't stop staring at the man between my legs. I was in heaven; this handsome older man had just finished fucking me, shooting his sperm into my vulnerable young hole. Not only had he bred me, he was my father's brother, my own flesh and blood. I had been dreaming of this for months, trying to make it happen. I had carefully planted the seed in my dad's mind of Uncle Nate driving me to college on the other side of the country. Once that had worked out, I had made sure that Uncle Nate had been too horny to think with anything but his cock. It had gone almost as I had dreamt of, he hesitated only briefly before plunging his raw cock into my virgin hole. I hadn't been lying when I told him he was my first. I had fucked some guys, but some intuition had made me wait for someone special to be the first guy to screw me. Uncle Nate certainly qualified and I was glad I had waited. "You ok?" he asked me. I must have zoned out a bit, thinking about what I had just done. "Great. Sorry, I guess I spaced out there. What you thinking about for dinner?" I asked. "Get some pizza and beer, and bring it back here?" "Perfect," I said. I finally moved, getting off the bed and wandered to the window. I pulled the shade back, looking out into the evening sun, golden but strong. I knew it would still be hot out. I pulled on a pair of cargo shorts and a tank top. Nathan had also gotten off the bed, and was fumbling with his phone. "Pepperoni and mushroom good?" he asked me. "Sounds good," I said. He placed the order, pacing around the small room, still naked. "Fifteen minutes," he said. He rummaged through his bag, and grabbed a jockstrap and like me, a pair of cargo shorts. "This is going to be a fun fit," he said, as he pulled on the jockstrap. It only barely contained him. His cock was still thick and slightly hard. It strained against the threadbare fabric of the pouch. My ass twitched at the sight of him filling out the jockstrap. I felt his jizz deep in my hole and knew it was slowly soaking in. We continued to dress: I found my flip-flops, and he pulled on a black tank top. His chest hair still stuck out over the top of the tank, despite being carefully trimmed. I nearly pushed him back onto the bed and rode him once more. Not immediately fucking him again took a surprising amount of restraint on my part. He slipped into his sandals, then turned to me, and asked "Ready?" "Yeah," I said. With our near-matching outfits, there was enough resemblance between us that we looked like a father and his son. It was a nice thought, but I knew our relationship was now and forever closer than any father and son could dream of. We walked out into the hot, humid evening. "Damn," he said, "Still hot out." I nodded silently. I knew the black Land Rover would be baking. And I knew Nathan would be sweating soon. My cock twitched at the thought of how he would smell in a few minutes. I wanted him on top of me, his cock buried in my hole, my face buried in his sweaty chest. "I'll drive," I offered. "Sure. I can get us to the pizza place." He tossed me the keys, and we got in the car. I opened the sunroof a crack, enough to get a bit of air as the air conditioner struggled in the heat. We pulled out onto the street, and drove towards town. It took us about five minutes to get to the pizza place. In a non-descript strip mall, there was a party store at one end. "You want to get the pizza, and I'll get some beer?" Uncle Nate asked. He handed me a twenty, and we went our separate ways. Surprisingly, the pizza was ready when I walked in. I paid, and took it back to the car. I popped the back and pawed through one of my many bags. I knew what I wanted for the evening, a small bag with some rolling papers, a lighter, and most importantly some weed. I was pretty sure Uncle Nate would be cool with me getting stoned and would probably even join me. And, if he was at all like me, I knew the weed would make him horny. With just a bit of luck, he would fuck me at least one more time that night. Uncle Nate came back right as I found the bag it was all in. "Looking for something?" he asked. "Yeah, I found it," I said. "You mind driving?" "Not at all." I threw him the keys. As we climbed in, he put the six pack of beer in the back seat with the pizza. Once on the road, I opened the bag and pulled out the glass jar of weed. "Cool?" I asked. I opened the glass, letting the herbal fragrance fill the car. I held the glass jar up, letting see how full it was. "Oh, very nice, Greg," he said. "I could use some of that. And it smells damn good." I closed the jar, and put it back in the bag. We were quiet the short way back to the motel. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence; we had talked during most of the day's drive. There was much more we both wanted to talk about, but the car was an uncomfortably public area in which to talk about those matters. We both knew that no one could hear us, but still, the proximity of all the other drivers was disconcerting. I grabbed the beer and weed, and he carried the pizza into the room. He put it on the small table, and put some slices on a plate for the tow of us. I had a joint already rolled. I handed it and the lighter to him as I started rolling another one. He did a toke from it, and broke down coughing. "It's been a long time for me," he said, taking a swig of the beer. "And it's strong stuff," I said. He handed me the joint, and I took a hit. "How long has it been for you?" I asked. "Let me think." Uncle Nate paused, coughed, then continued. "Nearly six months. Jason had random drug tests, so we've had to keep ourselves clean for a bit." He sat down in the chair opposite me, the pizza between us. I handed him the joint, and he took another hit. While I finished making two more joints, we passed the first one back and forth. "One for the road tomorrow," I said, as I put one joint away with the rest of the weed. The pot was starting to hit me. I opened my beer, and took a swig. Between us, we finished up the joint, and most of the pizza. We were just staring at each other, relaxed and comfortable. Finally, I broke the silence. "How long have you been poz?" I asked. "A long time," he said. "Let me think." He leaned back, and I could see him counting the years. "Just about twelve years now," he said. "I used to know it cold. But I've grown used to it. Almost seems normal now." "Do you know who gave it to you?" I asked. "I mean, how you got it? If you don't mind me asking?" "No, it's fine. Yeah, I do. Alan. He gave it to me." "Uncle Alan?" "Yeah" I didn't know what to say. My earliest gay fantasies were about Uncle Nate and Uncle Alan. When Alan had died, I was nearly fourteen. I was still young, still confused enough about my sexuality to wonder if my desires and fantasies had caused his death. I remember Nate being devastated at the funeral. I wanted to comfort Uncle Nate, but I was too scared and too confused to know what to do. Even years later, I remember the pain in his voice when I talked to him on the phone. Not until Jason did the pain go away. "Did you know he was poz?" "Yeah, I did. He even convinced me to let him infect me." We were silent again, the pot now hitting us both hard. And I was trying to assimilate the news. It changed my perception of Uncle Alan, made him seem even hotter, more of the man I wanted to be. "It bound us together, more than I could have ever expected or understood." His story was making me horny. I shifted in my chair, trying to adjust my cock. "And you?" he asked. "Why do you want it?" It was my turn to be quiet. I had to put together my thoughts. "Two reasons. Maybe three now." I picked up the fresh joint, and lit it, taking a long hit. I handed it to Uncle Nate. "And? They are?" he asked, before doing a drag off the joint. "Can I be honest?" I asked. He handed the joint back to me. "Of course," he said, exhaling the pot. "I've just fucked you raw, Greg. I just told you I let Alan infect me. I'm not going to get angry or think less of you now." "I've always fantasized about you and Uncle Alan," I said. I realized I was almost gasping for air. "You guys were my first jerk-off fantasy." Admitting it to Uncle Nate was scarier than I had imagined. I looked at him, looking for any response. "Go on," he said, his face inscrutable. "And once I found that movie, with Uncle Jason, Ben, and yourself." I paused, long enough to take a draw from the joint. I needed all the courage I could get, both real and inhaled. "I wanted to be just like you. Like Jason. And now I know, like Alan. I wanted to have a bit of you inside me. And to have a bit of Alan inside of me as well, well, that's just one more reason." He smiled. "I guess that's two of the three." I nodded. "What's the third?" he asked. I took a swig of beer. I knew the pot wasn't going to be enough, and that I would need some liquid encouragement for the next reason. "This one is darker," I said. "Maybe too dark?" Nate looked at me and smiled. He stood up, and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them drop to the ground. He stepped out of them and ran his hand over his tattoo. "I have this," he said. "That's whats on the outside. You've seen at least one of the movies. Just know my fantasies are even darker than those. You probably can't top me. Yet. So, let's hear it." "I've got four years of college," I said. "I want to see how many guys I can share it with while I'm there. Frat boys. Jocks. Nerds. All of them." "Poz them?" Uncle Nate asked. He took the joint from me and did another hit. "Yeah," I nodded. Uncle Nate sat back down, and adjusted his jock. It was straining against the fabric, and had gotten noticeably harder as we had been talking. "The idea has woken up your cock, Uncle." "Damn, Greg. You're a fucking hot boy, with a dark and twisted mind." He smiled at me, as he took off his tank top. "I'm totally boned at the idea. How many guys have you fucked already?" "Just a few. Maybe six or eight?" I said. I followed Nate's lead, and took off my tank top. I tossed it into a corner. "Hot, twisted, and a good start at being a slutty boy to boot," he said. "And a twisted slut boy like you needs another load in your sweet virgin hole." "You got it, Uncle Nate," I said. I kicked off my flip flops, pulled down my shorts, and jumped onto the bed. The lube and poppers were already in place. Nate pulled his jock off to the side, his hard cock springing free and sticking straight out in front of him. "Don't hold back this time. Hard, deep, intense, and raw," I said. "And I mean hard." Nate jumped on top of me, placing my legs on his shoulders, and his cockhead right against my ass. He grabbed the bottle of poppers and held them under my nose. "You'll want these," he said, as I inhaled deeply. After me, he did a hit. I could feel the moist tip of his cock right against my hole. "Please, Uncle Nate," I said, staring into his face. "Nail me. Infect me." He leaned in close, kissing me deep. His cock pushed in, opening me up. As his cock slid into me, I heard him whisper, "I love you Alan." In a single forceful stroke, he pushed the rest of his cock into me. I took a moment to get used to him filling me up again. Then the poppers took over, and I just enjoyed his cock fucking me. As we settled into a rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my hole, I asked, "Do you miss him?" He was quiet, and slowed down his pounding of my hole. Then, finally, he said, "Every single day." This time, it was Nathan who started to cry, his eyes welling up with tears. "He always liked you. I remember how proud he was of you at your Bar Mitzvah. He'd be so happy of who you've grown into. He would have wanted to be here so much." "He is here," I said. It sounded trite, but it was how I felt. It wasn't just Uncle Nate's cock that was in my ass. I could feel Alan's cock pounding my hole, at least in spirit. I reached around and grabbed Nate's heavy balls. "And especially here." "Let's get that load where it belongs," Nate said, thrusting into me even harder. "Into your tender young hole." He wasn't holding back any longer. He put his full weight into the fuck, forcing his cock deep into my hole. I wanted to slow him down a bit, make him take it easy on my ass. But then he hit a pool of cum buried inside of me, and spread it all over my hole. I was going crazy from the sensations deep inside of me, his deadly sperm was tweaking my mind. Instead of reaching down to hold him back, I reached down and spread my cheeks apart, letting him get in just a magical bit deeper. "Just like that, Uncle Nate," I begged. "Give it to me." I didn't want him to stop, and Nathan clearly didn't want to stop either. He kept on pounding my hole for what seemed like hours, not once letting up or slowing down. I glanced at the clock and realized he had been fucking me for over fifteen minutes. He was covered in sweat, breathing heavily, the relics of the non-stop pounding. Suddenly, he pulled out of me. "On all fours, Greg," he said. I flipped over as fast as I could, arching my back, wanting nothing more than him back in me as soon as possible. I grabbed the poppers and did a hit, right as his cock slid back into me. He took the bottle of lube and squirted some on his hand, then reached around and grabbed my cock. I was already hard as a rock, dripping pre-cum for a while. His touch was electric, and I thought I was going to cum right then. "Oh fuck, Uncle, that feels good." My cock got hard at just the sight of a bit of exposed man flesh. I had no defense against a man like Nathan actually stroking my tool. I started to drip pre-cum immediately. "Not too hard," I said. "I don't want to shoot before you've bred me again." "Don't worry boy," Uncle Nate answered. "I've had years of experience keeping horny boys on the edge." With one hand, he continued to stroke my cock, keeping me right at the brink of orgasm. I could only think about two things, first his cock in my hole, and second his hand on my cock. Involuntarily, I found myself pushing back against his shaft, trying to get him deeper into me. "Right on, Greg," Nathan said, "Fuck yourself on my cock." Nathan kept his other hand on my waist, guiding me onto his cock. Between our efforts, the strokes were deep and forceful. He was ripping me in two, but I didn't care. I loved every second of his assault. I wanted every inch of his powerful tool inside of me. "Please Uncle," I begged, "Cum in me. Breed me. I want your load." I thought for a second. "No, I need your load." "Not quite yet, Greg," he answered. "We've got to plow that virgin hole a little more. Make sure you're good and ready and raw before I shoot my magic sperm in you." He was thrusting in and out hard, poking his cock into me at all different angles. Masterfully, he explored new parts of my body. Under his assault, I was squirming, but it was hard to tell if I was more trying to avoid his cock, or meet it halfway. "I want my seed to have a fertile place to grow." He pulled out his cock once more. "Get on your back again," he said. I flipped over. "I want to see your face when you shoot for me," he said. He didn't even wait for me to get totally comfortable before his cockhead was back in me. It was like being on a spit, slowly spinning around on the axis of Nathan's penis. "I'm right on the edge, Uncle. I can't last much longer," I said. My cock was dribbling pre-cum like crazy, getting it all over my stomach and pubic hair. The one peril of my plan to keep Uncle Nate on edge over the past few days was that he wasn't the only one bursting with sperm. I needed to shoot just as badly, maybe even more. Nathan's dick was hitting all of the right spots, but he was carefully controlling and edging me, making sure I wasn't going to cum until he was ready for me to shoot. "You want another poz load in your boy cunt?" he asked me. His breath was hot and moist against my face, his face right next to mine. "You want Alan's virus inside of you?" "Please, Uncle. Give it to me," I answered. I knew if I felt his cock spurt inside me, I wasn't going to be able to hold off from cumming myself. Even without a fresh load from Uncle Nate in me, I couldn't hold back much longer. "I want it so badly." All I could think about was how good it would feel to have him shoot his load in me. I'd finally be connected to all these men, Uncle Nate, Uncle Jason, Uncle Alan, and all the men inscribed on Nathan's body. I grabbed the poppers and did a hit. I offered them to Nathan. He let me hold them under his nose as he inhaled. When he was done, I did one more hit, then let them fall on the bed beside us. The poppers hit both of us at the same time; Nathan pounded my hole even more forcefully. I was pushing up against him, trying to get as much of his shaft as possible inside of me. "I'm gonna breed you, boy," he said, his cock stiffening. "You going to shoot your clean and pure sperm for your uncle?" "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I can't last much longer." Nathan's eyes rolled back in his head, and his cock stiffened inside of me. "Fuck Boy! Take it! Take Alan's dirty virus!" I felt his hard cock spurt deep in me, warm jets of thick, fertile semen shooting into my hole. He was jerking my cock hard now, not caring if I got off now. "Let it fertilize you," he said. His dirty talking, together with him stroking my cock was getting me close. "Give it to me, Uncle," I said. It was my last coherent thought as my world narrowed down to two things: my raw ass getting pounded and my cock shooting all over my chest and stomach. Simultaneously, we shot our loads and all either of us could say between frantic, deep kisses were rough, animalistic grunts of pleasure. With each of Nathan's thrusts, his strokes were lubricated by his sperm, each stroke getting smoother and slicker. My own spurts of cum were landing on my shoulders, chest, and then finally on my abs. After what seemed like forever, we slowed down almost together. My cock was just dribbling the last of my sperm, and inside of me, Nathan's shaft was no longer pumping his poz cum into me. "Damn," I said. "I needed that." Nathan surveyed the damage. Large pools of milky white sperm were all over my chest and stomach. inside of me I knew there was a similarly sized pool of sperm. Uncle Nate leaned down. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he aimed lower. He licked up the pools of sperm, swallowing them hungrily. "Fuck, boy," he said, his goatee getting sticky and wet with sperm. We were both trying to catch our breath, the intense fuck having tired us out. Uncle Nate slid his cock out of my ass and collapsed next to me. He grabbed me, pulling me close to him. We kissed and I could taste my sperm in his mouth. It took a few more minutes of gasping for air, before I was finally able to talk. "Thank-you," I said. There wasn't anything else I needed or wanted to say.

Steve and Billy... Part 4 Billy buzzed Leroy up to the apartment without even bothering to rouse Steve, who was still a spent heap of sweating, panting, fucked-up poz-pig; curled up on the sofa. Still, there was a look of yearning and anticipation in his eyes... “My MAN! How are you doin’?” beamed Leroy as he entered the room. He hugged Billy and his huge, muscular arms wrapped tightly around Billy’s generously muscled body. Standing about six-foot three, Leroy was a man you simply could not miss. Around 45, Jamaican, shaven-headed and covered in tattoos. When he smiled a line of irregular gold caps shone from every tooth. His face was handsome, but battle-scarred. And he was built. Seriously built! This was not just muscle from the gym. You could sense that Leroy had lived a hard, physical life and his body had responded by giving his shape a definition that was awesome for a man of his age. Leroy wore tattered, faded shorts and a loose, well-worn t-shirt. His big brown boots were scuffed and had never seen polish. But, he looked a man of style, nonetheless! “So, you called in the heavy artillery, man?” smiled Leroy. “Yes, this pig has just been slammed and bred rough, but I think he’s still a hungry pig-cunt who wants and needs more. I figured you were just the man for the job. I know how you like to breed a nice well-fucked and sloppy hole!” Billy laughed. “You got some gear?” questioned Leroy. Billy nodded at the bottles and needle on the side table. Leroy smiled. “So, fuck-pig, are you ready for some more Tina and some hot black dick?” Steve smiled, vaguely. “I’ll take that as a yes!” Steve showed his arm, bruised from the previous slam. He held it out with a greedy, yet quizzical look. What was another slam going to feel like? Billy laughed... “Look Leroy. The pig thinks he’s getting slammed first! Boy, he needs to learn his place and some fucking manners!” Billy, slowly and methodically followed the same ritual he had showed Steve earlier in the evening. He wrapped the rubber hose tight around Leroy’s bulging bicep, but there was little need. His veins were very prominent and soon the slam was complete. As he refilled the syringe, Steve could not help noticing that the container with the liquid T was turning pink and blood stained. The same needle had been used throughout... Next, Billy wrapped his arm tight, clenched his fists and slammed himself another big T-load. Carefully, he pulled the needle back slightly and about 1ml of his blood remained in the syringe. “I’m gonna blood-slam you this time, pig! See, there’s my fresh blood in there. But it was Leroy who infected me. And he’s got one nasty, drug-resistant strain too! He doesn’t exactly lead a ‘regular’ life, so he is off and on meds. His viral load is way, way off the scale...” With this Leroy offered back his other arm and Billy withdrew blood carefully. Then, he added in a generous slam from the rapidly depleting bottle of T-mix and offered up the deep, pink mix to the light to release the remaining air from the syringe. “Now, lets see that arm again, fuck-pig!” Knowing he had no choice, Steve offered up his arm. He felt so fucking horny; he would do anything to sustain this rush! He watched as the blood-slam flowed into him. He could hardly believe he was so turned on by the sight of this. This was way beyond his wildest cyber-wank fantasies, but the sheer extreme nature of the game was making him gag with sexual excitement and naked lust for cock, any cock. Without saying a word, Leroy and Billy proceeded to undress completely. Clearly they were used to working as a pig-team! It was great to see Billy fully naked for the first time; thought Steve, and Leroy was one hot, black dude! In his T-fuelled reverie, Steve suddenly clocked Leroy’s huge dick. Holy shit! It seemed to stretch halfway down his thigh, and was tipped with a seriously scary piece of metal. It was a PA, but unlike any PA Steve had ever seen before. It was massive! “Come over here and worship some serious meat, fucker!” Billy barked at Steve. Steve crawled on his hands and knees, using all his strength, towards the two sexed-up fuck-gods in his living room. He started sucking Billy’s rock-hard cock again, but all his focus was on the gleaming, dark flesh-pole that was moving towards him. It was not yet even halfway hard, but it was an extraordinary sight. Sucking deep on Steve’s meat, he smelled the powerful stench of cock-cheese on Leroy’s uncut dick. Clearly this was not a man who washed too often, but the smell and the dark, powerful smell of sweat and piss and cum combined to drive his senses even wilder. “Time to taste mine now pig...” ordered Leroy, yanking Steve across the floor and pushing his mouthy towards his groin. Steve opened wide and felt the huge cockhead enter his mouth and wondered if he was going to get even the head in his mouth, never mind the shaft down his throat. The girth was immense and growing fast! But lust and Tina drove him onwards and he relaxed his jaw like the cock-sucking pro he was becoming. Leroy, ground his hips and worked his cock in smooth circles in Steve’s mouth and started speeding up the motion whilst pushing ever deeper. “Man, this pig can suck dick!” Leroy gasped. “I bet his little fuck-hole is sa-weet!” Billy grabbed Steve’s hips and pulled them up so that he went from kneeling to standing in a bent position in one deft manoeuvre. Relentlessly Leroy carried on fucking his face and Steve felt Billy’s cock slide deep into him in one brutal push. Now both were riding him; using him like the cum-whore he wanted to be. Billy and Leroy simply smiled at each other as they pleasured themselves. They had found themselves another pig for their rapidly expanding stable... Then, at a nodded signal, Billy slid his meat out and came round to replace Leroy fucking Steve’s face. This could only mean one thing... Steve knew he was going to experience the biggest cock he had ever seen. And it was hard as a rock. So all those bitchy gay stories about big ones staying soft were simply envy talking... Fuck! Then suddenly it was in him... first the huge head, then the shaft that thickened in the middle and bent slightly downwards. He had imagined a searing pain, but the feeling was just of being stretched almost unimaginably. Deeper, wider than he thought possible. He had laughed in sex stores at dildos smaller than this, thinking that nobody could possibly ever take them. Now he was being ridden, and ridden hard, but this monster dick. And it felt so good... For what seemed like hours the two studs pumped and fucked his hole. Switching and sharing his hot, bleeding arse. But Steve was feeling no pain, just elation and endorphin-rush heaven! Billy loaded into him first. But this guy seemed ever-hard, and soon he was back in the game! The first time Leroy seeded his hole he howled like a wolf and pushed his hips brutally so that his meat was buried all the way in Steve, who bucked and pushed back onto him like the pig he had become. Steve was almost losing count of the loads inside him when Billy stopped fucking him suddenly... “I think this pig is ready to experience your secret weapon Leroy my man!” With this Leroy dug into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a big lump of shining metal. He unscrewed the PA ring at the tip of his dick and pushed this new metal object through and tightened it carefully. Steve gasped as he caught sight of the PA. It was a massive full steel ring, studded with three short, stumpy metal spikes. Fuck no! His arse was about to be wrecked...

met a freaky guy about an hour ago in the rambles. ate his ass, fucked him, dropped a load.....sucked it out

At home. I made one of my regular cumdumps come over tonight and I shot 4 loads in his ass. Boring, I know, but if you want to shoot multiple loads it's easier when you dont have to worry about being interrupted. I think I'm going to go give him #5...

Tonight I traveled to the tops' apartments - Got fucked by 5 guys in about 3 hours and got 4 loads... By the last two fucks there was a puddle of cum under where we fucked I had so much in my ass...