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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.

I hooked up at STEAMWORKS with a scruffy bottom who had a sweet, tight ass and who was hungry for fuck seed. He left the door open when he came in my room, so I knew he din't mind being watched while being fucked, which is a turn on for me. Then he suggested I take him to the fuck bench and fuck him in front of other guys. What a fucking turn on. He sucked cock while I bred him. It was hot to have guys come up and feel my balls and bare cock. Anybody else hooked on giving a bareback sex show?

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.

I've been analyzing this idea for quite some time now. With me, at the time of this writing being HIV- and not on PReP, I am seriously starting to believe that I am addicted to letting men use me to sperminate my insides. I continue to let complete strangers who possibly and probably have HIV, AIDS, HEP C, Ghon, Syph and any other sti, have unprotected anal sex with me with my insistence that they cum inside my ass. I refuse to use condoms and daydream about all the random dna traveling inside my body into my blood stream and bonding with me physically and permanently. I have slowly allowed poz men first to bareback me but cum externally, now I allow undetectable men to breed me on a regular basis. I can't and won't stop doing this knowing my health is in very big jeopardy. What are the thoughts of the B Zone? Is it possible to develop a sperm addiction or is it more of an addiction to risky sexual behavior? Or something else completely.

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…

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.

Yup sexxx, I've been on PrEP for the past 6 months w/no negative affects. Was tested at the 3 month mark as is required under CDC protocals - all STDs and HIV were neg. Also no adverse affects upon my kidneys/liver (blood tests). Have peace of mind when I let my inner pig free.

im neg and going on my 2nd week on PrEP. just realized my profile stated Neg Tops and i changed it to just Tops. as for my status i still have neg listed but for "your status" i have "ask me" simply because id like to discuss 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.

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

I'd go on prep. I like what evilqueerpig said about the man being more important than his status. I agree about that, but being bisexual this has kind of ruined my chances with women, so i'd be more cautious and try to get on Prep.

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.

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

Not a fan of bath houses but definitely love fucking bare in public, especially at the local cruise bar when I'm leaning on the bar among the crowd drinking beer and then the top just starts fucking away at my hole. Shocked the crowd when a friend fucked me like that a couple of weeks ago hehe. Haven't done it like that with tops taking turns - but that definitely sounds way hot. *quickly adds to his cumbucketlist*

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.

10:28 PM I lick my lips, tasting the remains of the fourth load that I’ve taken in my mouth. I’m resting on my haunches on the floor to take the weight off my knees. In the dark room, and with the series of men who have used my mouth, I’ve lost track of Him. For some reason now there is a pause and none of the other men have moved forward to feed me their meat or their cum. I’m a bit confused. There are still four guys who haven’t done more than just watch, take pictures and video, and probably wank. I am aware of someone moving behind me. I feel a pair of muscular arms wrapping around me, pulling me close. I can feel the tip of a hard cock touching my ass cheek. “Having fun, boy?” I recognise His deep voice from when he let me in the door. I’m glad He is back and I press back into His firm chest and melt into His embrace. I could turn around and see his face if I wanted, the lights that illuminate me for the camera have to be illuminating him as well, but for some reason I don’t feel it is necessary to do so. I am content to let him remain a mystery. “Yes, sir.” “Are you ready for the next step?” My voice is quiet but I do not hesitate. “Yes.” “You ready to take a POZ cock? None of us are on meds, some of us are full blown AIDS.” “Mmm hmmm.” “Say it. Tell use you want to be filled with our toxic loads, to take our bug.” My hand reaches back and gently grips His shaft. I guide it between my cheeks and up to my tight pucker. “Please fuck me, sir. Fill me with your toxic cum, covert me.” There are murmurs in the dark around me. Eager and triumphant whispers. I hear them call me a slut, a pussyboy, a cumwhore. I can even hear someone chuckling faintly. My host pulls back slightly and a drop of spit hits my ass. His fingers are there, applying it to my pucker. pushing just inside. More spit, on His dick this time. He shifts. Something is pressing now. Bigger than His finger… much bigger. “This is going to hurt.” He whispers in my ear. “But it will help ensure that tonight is a success. I’m going to ruin your hole in more ways than one.” I nod my head. My hole tightens against the pressure. I try to will it to relax but it persists. He kisses me between my shoulder blades, along the back of my neck, my earlobes. A low moan escapes my lips, Most of the guys around us have smartphones out, taking pictures from different angles. One of the phones is nearby, obviously focused on his dick and my hole. He is pushing into me. Hard. Oh fuck! He is so big and there is so little lube. I haven’t felt this much pain since the first few times I got fucked. His arms are tight around me, keeping me from pulling away from Him. The murmurs around us are getting louder. “Give it to him.” “Rip that ass open.” “Fuck him. Fuck that dirty little whore.” The cameras are nearby, recording this moment for posterity. I can’t breath. My eyes are welling up with tears. I want it so much but my body is still resisting. He is pushing harder. And harder. I am going to have to stop this it hurts so much but I can’t speak. One of his hands grips my hair and pulls my face up so the cameras can capture the torment on my face. The big head of His cock forces pass my clenching barrier I scream. I can’t help it. The men around us start cheering and applauding Him. My hole is still trying to repel the invader but He is in control and keeps his cockhead inside me. His hand on my stomach now, pulling me back into His thrust as He pushes deeper. He is thrusting in and out now. Hard. Insistent. Remorseless. Each thrust pushes Him deeper inside me. The pain is less now, but my hole is so sore from His entry that each thrust makes me clench a little around His pole. My breath is ragged and my face must be bright red. Yet I am pushing back now. Impaling myself on His cock. His big meat is still going deeper, deeper, deeper. “That’s it.” He is moaning. “Take all 9 inches. Give me all that swimmer hole. Let me make you mine.” I’m his already. I want to please Him. I push back into His fuck as hard as I can. The thrusting stops. His balls are laying against my ass. He is all the way in. He is pulling back, drawing about half of His shaft out of me. He slams back in in one sudden thrust and is balls deep again. He is pulling out again. Even further… can’t be more than a couple inches still inside me. Slam! Back balls deep inside. Again he is pulling back. His cockhead slips out of my hole. Slam! Balls deep again in one hard and sudden thrust. All the way out, then all the way in. Again. Again. Battering my hole. “You like it rough… don’t you, boy?” It is a struggle to talk. “Yes. Sir.” I manage to gasp out. “Your ass isn’t so tight anymore. You are really getting stretched out. Like the fucking bitch you are. Probably bleeding to… my bug will be getting into your bloodstream.” I can only moan in reply. His breathing is heavy in my ear. “I’m getting close. You ready for me to make you a cumdump?” My heart is pounding. All our messages, all my anticipation, has led me to this moment. “Yes.” “Yeah… that’s all you are going to be from now on. A cumdump. I’m gonna give you what you want. Your guts are going to be bathing in toxic cum. Here is comes you stupid bitch!” He slams into me a final time. Balls deep. Time stops. I can feel it. I can feel his cock spasming inside me. Filling me with His disease. His orgasm seems to last forever as He keeps pulsing inside me. But when it finally ends, I know it wasn’t long enough. I need more. I know I will never get enough. He pulls His cock out. I can feel something dripping out of me. His cum. Out of my ass and down the back of my ballsack. “You aren’t done yet, bitch.” He slaps my ass. “You are just getting started.”

10:00 PM I knock on the door. I hold my breath… waiting. Afraid the door will open, terrified that it won’t. It opens. The room is dark inside. All I can see is a silhouette but I know it is Him. “Come in.” His voice sends shivers down my spine. Deep, strong, masculine, dangerous. I obey and the door closes behind me. I can’t see anything so I stop out of instinct. He is behind me and gives me a push, firm but not aggressive. I move carefully to the center of the room. A bright light suddenly shines out of the corner of the room directly into into my face. I’m blinded for a moment but my eyes slowly recover. I can see the eight men around me, my mystery man and the seven others that He told me would be be using me tonight.. With the light pointing at me, I am in a spotlight and they are shadows around me. I can just make out a tripod in the corner. Some kind of camera on it. After all the pictures I had received, I had expected that. I wonder if any pictures taken tonight will be used to tease and tempt another young man? I hope so. I think there must be more than one camera. I can see someone holding a video camera as well. “Did you follow the instructions?” My host asks. “Yes.” “To the letter?”

“Yes.” “Why are you here?” His instructions had prepared me for this question. He had told me what to say. “To be fucked like a cheap slut, to be bred by all of you, to take your toxic seed, to be filled by your hot loads, to get your HIV.” “Has anyone coerced you into this?” “No. I am here of my own free will and volition.” It occurs to me that there must surely be a video camera recording my statements. Proof if I ever try to cause them trouble. I know I won’t cause trouble though. He has prepared me for this and I want it. “Take off your clothes…except the jockstrap.” I pull my shirt off, throw it into an empty corner. A murmur of approval from somewhere. I blush. I kick off my sneakers and slide my track pants down my hips, trying to be sexy, bending over and showing my ass off. He didn’t tell me to do that… that was my addition. I step out of the track pants and push them away with my foot. I’m naked now except for the jock. The room is warm but I feel my nipples get hard as if there was a cold breeze. He is behind me. I still can’t see His face in the dark. But I feel His hands. Caressing my chest. His fingertips tracing my abs. His palm sliding across my bare ass. I moan. His hands are on my shoulders now. Pushing me down. I drop to my knees before Him. He towers above me, my face level with the crotch of his jeans. He says nothing. I can just make out the shape of Him above me, looking down at me with unseen eyes. My hands find His belt in the dark. I unbuckle it and then unbutton and unzip his jeans. I pull them down. I can smell Him. A faint odor of sweat and cum. The most beautiful thing I have ever smelled. The object of my obsession for the last four months is so close now. I move my head forward, seeking it. I feel his cock touch my lips. The soft skin. The hard engorged head. My lips open… Bright lights again from either side of him, blinding me. I hear the faint clicks of a camera, I can see a camcorder capturing this moment as well. I don’t care. His hard dick enters my mouth. So big and hard. I bathe His cock with my tongue, savoring the hint of pre-cum that drips into my mouth. Better than any cum I have ever tasted because it is His. He pushes deeper. I open my throat and allow Him in, sliding deep in a single long slow push. His balls rest against my chin. Then He begins thrusting in and out. Hard. His body slaps against me face, my lips start to swell. I don’t stop and neither does He. I lose track of time but my knees start to hurt. I ignore them. He is breathing heavily above me. I know He is close. He pulls his shaft out of my mouth, only the tip of His knob between my lips. “I’m going to cum, boy.” He says. “Tell us how much you want this POZ cum.” “Please…” I beg. It is hard to talk around the tip of his dick. “Please give me your POZ load. I want it so bad, I’ve wanted it for so long. There is nothing I’ve ever wanted more.” “Here is comes then, you fucking slut.” I feel the tip of His cock pulse. And again. His cock throbs at my lips. Then His cum fills my mouth… the glorious flavor of it coating my tongue. I tilt my head to the camera without being asked and open my mouth so they can see. i hear the camera clicking. A new picture to join the collection. I turn slightly the other way so the video camera captures the moment as well and give it a big smile. His hands are on the back of my head, thrusting His dick back into my throat. I can still feel Him pulsing. Then the pulsing slows, stops. He pulls out and runs the tip of his dick across my bruised lips. He backs away. Another man steps forward. Still just a shadow. He could be young, or old. He could be handsome or ugly. It doesn’t matter. I open my mouth and his cock slips inside.

12:25 PM Lunch Break time. The instructions He sent tell me not to eat today… so I’m walking outside to the park near the hotel. Kill some time. It is a pretty nice day, lots of people about. Some guy about my age is glancing my way and smiling. He’s cute… but I just look away. Like I said, I’m no virgin but the next dick in my mouth or ass will belong to my mystery man. I’ve waited this long. I can wait for a bit more. By the time He responded, it had been a week since the family got home. I was almost ready to give up… but I still checked email in hope and dread multiple times a day. Finally he replied. I opened his email. There was no message… just a picture. I opened the picture. A young guy, dark hair and tan skin, on his knees, his mouth open, that huge cock in his mouth and something else… I can see his mouth is full. Full of cum. I felt jealous. What did this cocksucker, the one in the picture, have that I didn’t? Why was he getting what I wanted? He was hot and athletic - probably track and field I guessed - but so am I’m hot and athletic too. I’m a swimmer for fucks sake! Who would pick a runner over a swimmer? There had to be something wrong with me. I replied. “Wow. Wish that was me.” I hoped I didn’t sound too desperate…. I saved the picture though. Laying in bed that night, I jacked off while staring at it. I wished it was me on my knees. I wished it was me with that big dick in my mouth. I wished it was me tasting that cum. Days went by. Then a week. I check email daily - multiple times daily. And then, finally, a new message arrives. I’m sitting down to breakfast with my family when it comes in. I excuse myself and rush to the bathroom. I scramble to open the email. Again, no text… just a picture. This time He is with a different guy, blonde like me but pale, can’t see his face but he has an amazing tight little body. Gymnast I guess. He is naked, on all fours, facing away from the camera, and that huge dick is inside his ass. Definitely no condom. I could see what I assumed to be cum dripping out of his hole and trickling down his balls. I dropped my pants, freeing my already hard dick, and I jerked off to the new picture. I shot a string of spunk into the toilet in about 30 seconds. I wiped the last drips off my cock and sucked them off my finger. I shake my memories off again. Time to get back to work. The faster I get through today, so sooner it will be time. Why fantasize about what happened a couple months ago when I’m so close to getting the real thing?

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.

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.

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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.

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.

7. Nathan I shifted in bed a bit, trying getting a better view of my nephew lying there. Even allowing for my bias--he was my god-son-- he was an incredibly good-looking young man. He had short, dark hair, a beautiful face, a slim build, a hairless chest, and strong, hairy legs. Erect, his cock was a thing of beauty, at least 8" in size. He was going to be a popular man at school, and it wouldn't be hard for him to talk almost any guy into going bareback. "You're sure of that?" I asked him. "I know it is what I want. But, what does it feel like for you? To be inside of me? Knowing that you're poz. And knowing I'm negative?" I knew I had to be honest with Greg, and therefore, with myself. "It's fucking amazing. For me, it's about power, control, and ownership. But you're giving it up. Giving me your ass of your own free will. Letting me have it and mark it." I paused, wishing I was back inside of Greg, feeling that connection between the two of us, of him giving himself up to me, and me taking it so readily, so forcefully. Between the weed and our conversation, my cock was starting to throb again. "It makes me hard. It makes me feel like a man." "Was it like that with Jason too?" His question crystallized my amorphous thoughts. I had been trying to understand the intensity of my feelings for Greg. And I realized it was like me falling in love with Jason all over again. "Yeah, it was. There have only been a few men like Jason. Alan first. Then Jason. Now you." "Thank-you," he said. "For caring for me all those years. For fucking me now. For fucking me raw. For doing your best to infect me." He leaned in and kissed me. It was long and slow while our hands explored each other's bodies. He felt so young and alive next to me. That he was so accepting of my experience and maturity was a gift I never expected. One hand reached around my head, tracing out the edge of my receding hairline. "So fucking hot, Uncle," Greg said. We continued to make out. Greg worked his hand down from my head, along my body, and then found my cock, stroking me, teasing me slightly. "I want this inside me so badly, but I know I have to recover some." "I know," I replied, "I want to be inside you as well, but if you keep that up, you may not have a choice." All I could think about was throwing the boy down on his back, spreading his legs, and slamming my poz cock into his hole. I could imagine his face, a grimace of pleasure, trying his best to find some pleasure in the pain. Luckily, I was rescued by my stomach before I did anything I might later regret. It growled loudly, and a moment later, Greg's growled as well. I broke off the kiss, and asked, "Food?" "Yeah, I think we should," he replied. "There will be plenty of time later." As he spoke, I finally looked at the clock. It was nearly 7:00pm. He got off the bed and wandered to the window. "There's a Domino's on the corner," he said, peeking out through the shades. "Carry-out?" "Sure," I said. "And there's a minimart on the other corner. Beer?" he asked me, expectantly. "And corrupt a minor?" I asked. Greg had found his phone, and was typing away at it. "I've got, what, nearly ten milliliters of your HIV-infected sperm in my ass? I think you've more than mastered corrupting me. Although, I've been a very willing student." He held the phone to his ear, listened for a second, then said "pick up," beginning the order. As he finished the pizza order, I roused myself out of bed, and found my shorts. I realized I still hadn't showered nearly a day, but didn't care. I knew I wouldn't be the worst smelling guy in th minimart. "Yeah, cool. Thanks," Greg said, putting down his cell phone. "Fast! Five to ten minutes." Greg was still naked, standing in the window. He had left the shade slightly open, unconcerned about someone walking by. The golden evening sunlight was falling on him, reflecting off his smooth skin. I grabbed my camera, and began to shoot. He just stood there, staring out at the sun. He didn't care about me or try to pose. He was just Greg, a perfect young man standing in the late afternoon sun. I walked around him, trying to get a view of his face. He turned and stared at me. Through the viewfinder, I saw him start to smile, his teeth flashing in the sun. He had never seemed so young, so alive, and so bright as at that moment, but yet, in the slightly run-down hotel, there was a darkness creeping around him. It had to be the pool of sperm slowly soaking into him, infecting him, changing him forever. "Perfect," I murmured. He was smiling now, and the sun was slashing brilliant streaks down his body. He was at peace with his body, happy in his nakedness. I couldn't help but notice how his cock was both beautiful and impressive and still a bit hard. I was an intruder in this small bit of perfection. I was older, hardened but wiser, knew the world for the unfair place it was. I wanted to help Greg grow into an adult but I didn't want to contaminate him any more than I already had. "Yes, you are, Uncle," Greg said. That made me realize that I had been helping him become an adult all along. Even if I was shooting blanks, even if my virus didn't take root, the past three days would always loom large in his memory. It wasn't just spit, pre-cum and semen that was flowing from me to him, but experience. Wisdom. Age. And neither of us were the poorer for the exchange. "You zoning out there?" he asked, snapping me out of my reverie. I had, at least, kept my finger on the shutter, and had a few good pictures to show for it. "Yeah, sorry. It's the weed and the driving." I didn't say, because I didn't have to, the sex. "Understood." "Some fresh air would do me good," I said. "I'll head out to get some beer. By then the pizza should be ready, and I can do it all in one trip." "Cool," Greg replied. "I'm going to stay here and roll some spliffs for tomorrow." I found a shirt and shoes, and pulled them on. G reg reached into his bag, and pulled out a jockstrap, as well as the weed and rolling supplies. He put on the jockstrap, then stepped over to the bed table. "Before you go, one last thing? Please?" he asked, "I need this." He was holding up the buttplug. It was clear that Greg had been pushing himself as a bottom. "You think you can handle it?" I asked. Still, I took the butt plug from him as he bent over the table. With one hand, he reached back and pulled an ass cheek back, exposing his hole to me. I ran my finger along his crack. It was still slick and moist from our earlier play. "You don't have to take it, you know," I said, adding "You're still a novice at this. I certainly don't expect it." "But I want it. God, I want everything in me today. Your cock. Your jizz. The buttplug." I grabbed the lube, and poured some over the plug, and put a few drops right on Greg's hole. He shivered a bit as the cold lube hit his warm ass. "Ready?" I asked. I pressed the buttplug against his hole. "Yeah," he replied. I pushed and watched his hole stretch out, swallowing-up the black plug. As Greg worked to accommodate the new intrusion into his hole, his breathing got faster and shallower. "Just a bit more to take," I said, as his hole was stretched around the thickest part of the buttplug. "The worst is almost over." He took a deep breath, and I pushed the rest of it in. There was a pop as his hungry ass swallowed the last bit of the plug. "Nice," I said, rubbing around the edge of the butt plug. I wanted his hole to close up around the stem. "You doing ok?" Greg was still breathing hard, but it was a little deeper and more relaxed. "Yeah, I'm good." He stood up slowly, and I saw his cock straining against the jockstrap. Even if the insertion had been difficult for him to take, it had still turned him on. He slowly sat down at the table, and started to arrange the weed. "Not as nice as your cock, but it will more than do for now," he said. "I better head out," I said. "Pizza will be ready soon." I grabbed my wallet and the key, and walked out into the late evening sun. The heat had barely lifted and it reminded me that I was leaving the tiny bubble of the world Greg and I had created around ourselves over the past few days. In the real world, I had been fucking my barely-legal nephew, raw and unprotected. He had asked me to do it. He had begged me to do it. But what teenager can make a responsible decision about something that will affect them for the rest of his life? And what of me? Had I taken the easy and pleasure-driven path? Greg was everything you could want in a young man, and being in his ass was a small piece heaven. I wanted the best for Greg, I wanted him to realize all of his dreams. But I wasn't sure if this was his dream or if it would turn into his nightmare. And my cock was hard again, just thinking about what Greg had given me. Luckily, it was more difficult than I expected to get to the mini-mart. The road was crowded and there was just barely enough time to cross the street, so my cock had a chance to go down and it not be quite so obvious. I purchased a six pack and then played another round of dodging cars to get the pizza, then headed back to the motel to my beautiful young project. When I arrived in the motel room, Greg was still sitting at the table, rolling the last of eight spliffs. "We gonna need all of them?" I asked. He handed me one with the lighter, "Two for tonight, three for the drive, and then one for each of the three of us tomorrow night." He grabbed a beer from the box and handed it to me. I lit up the joint while he got a beer for himself, and opened the pizza. We ate quietly, and, between bites of pizza and gulps of beer, passing the joint back and forth. The silence wasn't awkward; we had been together for several days, and most of the topics of conversation had been exhausted for the time being. We finished most of the pizza, finished the joint, and were sipping the last of our second round of beer. His naked leg was resting against mine, and occasionally our eyes would lock. "When do you think we'll get there tomorrow?" Greg asked, finally breaking the silence. "Probably around five or so, depending on traffic." "Any plans for Thursday?" "Jason and I had talked about going somewhere, but I think he's going to want to just stay home. Sit out by the pool, smoke some weed, and fuck you raw." "That sounds perfect," Greg remarked. He stretched out, his arms above his head. He was wearing just the jockstrap, and even over the pizza and weed, his heady scent filled the room. I knew I wasn't much better: it had been at least two days since either of us took a shower. It was a mix of sweat, weed, sperm and the open road. "Damn. You need a shower," I said. "You're one to talk," Greg shot back. "Want to join me?" he asked, draining the last of his beer. "Yeah, I would. Give me a sec," I said, indicating the still unfinished beer. I took a few more swigs, then took off my shirt, and threw it into a corner. One last swig, and I stood up, letting my shorts fall off. I hadn't bothered with underwear for the pizza and beer, and I was now naked. "Still so fucking hot," Greg said, staring at me. I turned towards the bathroom, inadvertently giving him a quick view of my ass. "When can I fuck that?" Greg asked. "I'm so boned up here." "Once you're infected, boy. You know that," I replied. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the water run. Even in the late evening heat, I still wanted the shower to be hot. I needed to wash away the grime, the sweat, and most of all, the lube. I wanted Greg to get just as clean. I wanted to be able to run my tongue around his ass one last time before I would have to share him with Jason. Greg walked in as I was adjusting the temperature, now totally naked and definitely erect. It was a small bathroom, and with both of us, it was a bit cramped. But Greg had figured out where to be in relation to me: in bed, he had quickly figured out the bend of my hips; now, he knew just where to stand to stay out of my way. "I think it's finally warm enough," I said, standing up. "After you." Greg got in first and I followed him. Once under the shower head, he grabbed me and pulled me under the water with him. We kissed, feeling how the water had now made our bodies slippery rather than sticky. At least I had some hair on my chest to provide some friction to hold us together; Greg's hairless chest and ass made it hard for me to get a good grip on him. We were able to stay close enough as our bodies slid against each other to keep our lips locked. I found the small bar of soap provided, and rubbed it over Greg's body, starting at his neck, then worked my way down, over his chest, then back, and then stomach, finally reaching his crotch. I was not surprised to find his cock fully erect and bouncing in the water. I soaped it up, played with his balls, and turned him around to wash out his crack. He bent over slightly, giving me better access, but also exposing the butt plug still lodged deep inside of him. I didn't want to remove it quite yet. I knew how it was keeping all of my seed inside of him. I did my best to clean around it. But I realized that for Greg to be ready for Jason and myself tomorrow night, he would need some time to recover. "Bend over," I told him, grabbing at the base of the plug. "So soon?" he asked. Despite his own reluctance at giving up the plug, he leaned up against the wall of the shower, spread his legs wide and gave me easy access to his ass. "Unfortunately," I replied, adding "You need to pace yourself a bit." I pulled at the base, feeling the resistance from his tight hole. Luckily there was still enough lube on it, no doubt mixed with a trace of jizz, to help it come out smoothly. Greg took a deep breath, and let the last of plug pop out of his hole. It came out clean, just slick with lube. "Not a bit of sperm on it," I said, surprised that he had been able to absorb so much. "It's all inside you now." "As it should be, " he said. "Now it's my turn to wash you off." He stood back up and took the soap from me. As I had when soaping him, he started with my neck, then worked his way down to my chest. He took his time on my chest, playing with my hair. "I wish I had hair like this," he said, running a finger through the soap-matted fur. "Well, at least today, you've got mine," I said. "You know what I mean," he said, laughing. He worked his way down to my stomach, then my cock and balls, before gently turning me around. He soaped up my back, then my ass, and finally spread my ass cheeks and ran the soap along my hole. Once done, he reached around and grabbed me, pulling me tight against him. His cock easily found its way between my cheeks. "Damn, Uncle, I want to get inside of you." His cock was rock-hard and solid. It slid right against my hole and teased me with every movement from either of us. Greg's head was next to mine, his breath hot on my ears. I was pressing right back against him, trying to fight my urge to let him inside of me. "I know. I want it too, but we need to wait until you're charged up and ready." "I know. But god, I want your ass now, not later. But I also want the virus now, not later. I don't want to wait. I want it all." I spun around, facing him. I wanted him inside me just as much, and I was weak when faced with a hard cock. If I had Greg's cock against my hole any longer, I was going to make him fuck me. We kissed, both our cocks hard and pressing against each other. "What's going to happen next?" he asked, breaking off the kiss. "How so?" The question was ambiguous, and could go in so many directions. "I mean, you and me, and school and," he said, trailing off. I pushed him under the water, washing off the soap from his body. Soap-free, I was finally able to get a good grip on his ass, and hold him in place. "And me getting infected," he finally completed. "Well, you're off to college on Friday. That's going to be a lot of changes for you." I spun Greg around so that he was now facing the spray of water. "And if you get sick, well, that's even more changes for you. Changes you may want, but still changes all the same. Let's not try to make plans for the unknown." I knew what he was really asking. I was also old enough to know that there wasn't an answer to the question: what will become of us? With a special emphasis on "us," because back home, Jason was an unspoken presence. It had been an amazing few days for me. I had also been wondering what would come of the two of us, the three of us. The few days had quickly turned into our own world, disconnected from everything else, our families, our daily routines, even some of the deepest cultural mores. As I re-entered my own relatively settled life, and Greg created a brand new one, how would we change? "But, we'll still hang out, I'm sure." "And fucking?" "As long as I've got a cock, you'll have a place to sit." I knew it would be far more complex than that. That, however, was the best I could explain to him for now. I didn't think there would be an issue with Jason, but relationships were always complex. Mix in the fact that Greg was family, that Greg was still barely an adult, and that if all went well, that Greg would be seriously ill in only week or two: I didn't want to even try to predict tomorrow, much less late September. Now it was Greg's turn to push me under the water. I still held onto his ass, my fingers digging into his crack. My fingers slipped into his well-lubricated hole, still open and permeable from the buttplug. It felt good to be able to slide in so easily; to be allowed to slide in so readily. It was a sign that Greg belonged to me tonight. I let the water wash over me, getting rid of the sweat and lube that had accumulated over the past few days. We made out a bit, trying not to think about the future and all the uncertain pleasures and pains that it held. "Ready for the final push tomorrow?" I asked Greg. Alone, we each rinsed off quickly, then stepped out of the shower. "Yeah, I think so." He was quiet as he tried to dry off with the too-small hotel towel. "A bit nervous about seeing Jason. Not sure what I say to him. 'Hi! Good to see you again. Now fuck me bareback and breed me?'" "Well, that's definitely one way to do it," I said, "But don't worry. This is something I'm here to help out with." I dried off his back and then turned around as he dried off mine. He spent a little more time than was strictly necessary on my ass, but I didn't mind. It had been nearly a week since Jason had fucked me, and I hadn't gotten any on the road. I was starting to get an itch that only a hard cock could scratch. I wrapped towel around my waist and went into the main room. Greg followed me, picking up the other spliff for the evening. He lit it. I found a pair of shorts, and pulled them on. Greg passed me the spliff as he pulled on a pair of underwear. "TV?" he asked, as he jumped on the bed. "Sure," I said, doing a second hit before joining him on the bed. We passed the joint back and forth, switching through the channels, trying to find something worth watching. Not surprisingly, we finally settled on a stoner comedy, and nestled together, we slowly drifted off to sleep. Much later, or maybe only a few minutes later, my cellphone buzzed, and I woke with a start, unsure of exactly where I was or what time it was. But there was a warm body, nestled against me, an arm across my chest, and the slow, steady breathing of a man who felt safe and comfortable. His presence was both new and comfortingly familiar. As the sleep fog gently cleared from my head, I remembered that it was Greg, although there was a definite presence of Alan in the room. I wondered if it was Alan's virus that was infiltrating Greg's body, instead of mine. Maybe there was some hidden reserve of the original virus that had infected me coming out of hiding from deep in my body to convert my nephew. When Jason had converted, it had been clear that he was my creation. It was the smell of his body in the middle of the fuck flu that made it obvious; he smelled like me. But Greg was already far more complex. He was growing into his own man, but with hints of his father, myself, and now surprisingly, Alan. As I inhaled his scent, it was clear the next few years were going to be complex for everyone: Greg, Jason, and perhaps most of all, myself. As I looked around the room, I saw that the TV was still on, although the sound had been turned down. I didn't remember doing it, but the remote was next to my hand. The clock by the bed read 11:45, so we hadn't been sleeping too long. I grabbed my cell phone, and saw that the buzz was from when Jason had texted. "Meds," it read, "You'll need them to have the strength to fight me off tomorrow. Haven't cum in two days." I smiled. It wasn't I who would need the strength. It would be Greg. If he even put up a fight. I gently moved Greg aside; he groggily rolled over, "Morning?" he asked. "No, just need to take my meds," I said. I rolled out of bed. It was hardly morning, but my cock didn't know that. It was hard and straining against my shorts. As I walked to the sink, I pushed the shorts off and my dick sprang free, sticking out straight in front of me. I poured a glass of water, then opened the bottles and counted out the pills. "Turn around," Greg said. He had turned over in the bed, and was now facing me. He had also lost his underwear at some point in the evening, and his cock was just as hard as mine. Staring right at me, he was slowly stroking his cock. "Damn, you're hot. And watching you take your meds is fucking amazing." I popped the pills in my mouth, then took a gulp of water. I smiled at Greg, then finished the rest of the glass. "Back to sleep," I said, turning off the lights and TV, then getting under the sheets. Greg followed my lead and nestled his head in my arms, a leg wrapped around mine. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, but I was awake a little longer, wondering what I had started and what I needed to do to finish it properly - if it was something that could ever be finished. I awoke in the morning to the brilliant desert sun streaming in through the thin curtains. Greg was still right next to me, his warm body pressed against mine. Between us, I could feel our hard cocks pressed against our bodies. As I stretched, Greg stirred slightly, his hand running down my torso, and finding my shaft. "Good morning, Uncle," he said a bit sleepily, his fingers running against my dick. There was a small bit of precum at the tip already, which Greg immediately licked off from his fingers. "You ready for your injection this morning?" I asked. Even if he were up for fucking, I knew that he needed time to recover. "Injection? Or fucking?" Greg asked, hopefully. "I think an injection this morning," I said. I could see a hint of disappointment on his face. "We're going to make it home this afternoon, and you need to be ready for Jason. I want him to have the pleasure of fucking your ass, as long and as hard as he wants" I continued, which made him smile a bit. "It's just so impersonal," he said, but he made no attempt to move away from me, or to stop stroking my cock. "I know, but sometimes this process is just about getting sperm into your hole." I looked at the clock, and saw it was already 7:45. We needed to get on the road soon, if we were to avoid rush hour traffic in LA. "Sit up," I told him, indicating the side of the bed. I got out of bed. Luckily, I had left the supplies on the bed table, so they were ready at hand. I grabbed the lube, poured some on my cock, and knelt down in front of him. His cock was already hard and sticking straight up, filling my entire field of view. Long, thick, hard, erupting out of a fine mound of pubic hair, I wanted to worship it all day. I couldn't tell Greg how much I wanted to feel it inside of me, how much I wanted to feel him inside me, and feel him shooting his loads into my ass. We both badly wanted it. In reality, it was an arbitrary and stupid rule, but now it had turned into a matter of pride, and I had to follow it. As he looked down at me, I began to lick his cockhead, savoring the drops of pre-cum that had accumulated at the tip. Sucking a guy’s cock had never embarrassed me. Men loved me servicing their cocks and I loved the feeling of a thick shaft in my throat. Greg was no exception, and he moaned as I worked my way down his shaft. I slowed down my attack slightly, wanting to drag out the pleasure for both of us. It didn't take long for me to feel his cockhead pressing against the back of my throat. I swallowed, and let his head slide into my throat. Greg's cockhead was fat, even by my experienced standards, and it pushed against the walls of my throat. I stopped for a moment to get used to the invasion. I managed to not gag, even as I could feel his cock dripping more pre-cum right into my stomach. My goal was clear; I wanted to take his entire cock into my mouth and throat. Greg reached over to the bed table and grabbed the poppers. He did a long hit, and then held it under my nose. I inhaled the sweet chemical, waiting for it to take effect. The chemicals didn't take long to hit me, and my world narrowed to one beautiful thing. All that mattered was Greg's cock, and all that I wanted was to make this amazing boy feel like the master of the world. Greg put his hands on the back of my head, and pushed me further down. I submitted willingly. I was stroking my own cock furiously. "Fuck Uncle, that feels good," he said, as my lips reached the base of his cock. His soft moans and grunts of pleasure were music to my ears. He held my head in place and started to thrust his hips, forcing his cock into my mouth, and down my throat. I did my best to take every inch, even as it scraped up and filled my throat. He stood up from the bed, not letting his cock fall out of my mouth, and continued to face-fuck me. I grabbed the bottle of poppers from his hand, and held it under my nose. I needed some help to take his aggressive throat-pounding, and the poppers would do just that. But, if I did a hit, he would do a hit. If he did a hit, his assault would get even more forceful. My first prediction was right, and as I finished my hit, he took the bottle and held it under his nose. I wondered if the second prediction was going to come true as well. "I'm gonna cum soon, Uncle. You going to swallow my sperm for me?" I nodded yes, not wanting to let his cock fall out nor miss a single drop of his pre-cum. That was all the permission that Greg needed to go for the final thrusts. The few times I had sucked him off, it was about me servicing him, me worshipping him, me getting him off. This time, it was about him fucking my face, asserting his dominance over me. Far from minding his new-found control, my cock was hard as a rock. I slowed down, worried that I was going to shoot even before he did. I didn't have to worry, because a few seconds later, Greg grunted. He forced his cock deep in my throat, and I felt the pulse of sperm travel the length of his shaft directly into my stomach. "Swallow my sperm, Uncle. Get every drop of my load," he barked at me. He pulled out just enough for his next spurt to land on my tongue. His semen was still sweet and innocent. I could eat it all day, but I also knew that it wouldn't remain this pure long. If he followed the path he was going down, it would become a potent mix of sperm and virus. My own cock twitched at the thought, and I had that familiar tingling of my cockhead that meant my orgasm wasn't far off. I slowed down my strokes. Greg deserved to get his rocks off first. For the next jet of hot jizz, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, aiming it at my goatee. It more than coated my goatee. Greg had a few more spurts in him, each of them landing right in my mouth. Then he collapsed on the bed, sweaty and spent. "Go ahead, Nate," he said, "Shoot your load for me." He handed me the shot glass. Savoring the cum still in my mouth and slowly licking more of it out of my goatee, I stroked even harder. It didn't take long for me to get right on edge. "Come on Uncle. One more load for me," he said, egging me on. "You know how badly I want it." He had reached down and was fingering his hole. It pushed me over the edge, and a thick rope of sperm shot out, landing right into the glass. "Yeah, Uncle Nate. That's what I need. More of that hot, toxic daddy jizz." Around Greg, I had hardly needed encouragement to shoot my load, but hearing him call me 'daddy' and beg for my toxic jizz tweaked my balls just right. In short order, I pumped out four more huge spurts of semen. The glass was almost full of hot, deadly, white fluid. Catching my breath, I managed to grunt, "Ready for it, boy?" "You know I need your toxic sperm, Uncle Nate," he said, turning over and getting on all fours. I was still kneeling down, and his ass was sticking out, right at face level for me. I didn't bother asking permission and buried my head into his crack, my tongue immediately finding his hole. There was a hint of the sperm I had injected in him the night before, along with the heady sweat and musk of a young man. Greg was squirming under my attention, alternately pulling away from my tongue and pressing down, forcing it into deeper into him. I could have died eating Greg's ass, but I knew we needed to get on the road soon. I had opened him up enough to be able to take the narrow syringe, but then reluctantly needed turned my attention to what he really needed from me. The glass had far more sperm than I expected, and I knew it would be at least two full syringes to get it all inside of Greg. I wished I had been able to inject it into him naturally, but this morning, it was enough to just make sure it wouldn't go to waste. I knew I would have many other chances to fuck a load of my virus into this boy. And if it all went well, soon enough he would be pumping his own deadly loads into my hole. "How many injections this morning, Uncle?" he asked me. "Two, maybe three," I said. "Damn, Uncle, your balls don't stop, do they?" "Not around you," I said. Even for me, it was an unusually large load. Getting to service Greg was no doubt the reason for it. I took the syringe off the bed table, and stuck it into the accumulated cum. Pulling up the full 5cc didn't seem to have any noticeable impact on the amount of sperm in the glass. I was glad for it; I knew that Greg's hole was still a bit sore and the jizz would help lubricate and nourish him. "First one," I said, as I slid the thin tube deep in his hole and pushed down on the plunger. "Oh god," he gasped. "Everything ok?" I asked. It was too late for me to stop this injection, but if there was a problem, I could, maybe, bring myself to stop the process. It would be a shame to see such a massive load go to waste, but it was more important that Jason also get a go at Greg's hole. "It's odd. I had forgotten how good it feels to have cum inside of me. And I know it was just last night that you filled me up. Don't stop." I pulled out the syringe, and loaded it up again. It had another full 5cc of virus for my boy's hole, although the shot glass was definitely looking emptier. Once more, I repeated sliding it in and pushing down. It was a beautiful sight, the warm fluid flowing out of the tube and into his hole. "Last one, I think," I said, as I put the syringe back in the glass. The liquid was a yellowish-cream, not the pure white I expected. It looked dirty and malevolent. I knew it was. I got every last drop, but it was only about 3cc. "13cc total for you this morning." "I don't care. I just need all of it in me. Fill me up," he grunted. He reached back and pulled his ass cheek open and exposed his hole for me. "Now," he said. He had finally developed the itch for raw sex, for sperm in his hole. He'd never be able to go back to rubbers, to not sharing a man's seed. One last time, I slid the syringe into him and loaded him up. I pulled it out, and leaned in, gently licking his asshole, letting it close up and hold all of the sperm inside of him. "There you go," I said. "That should hold you for at least the morning, I think." I stood up, and started to collect the supplies. Greg stayed on all fours, arching his back to ensure the sperm stayed put, inside of him. Finally, after I had put everything away, he stirred, and got up off the bed. He walked over to where I was standing by the sink, and wrapped his arms around me. "Thank-you," he said. "This trip has been better than I ever dreamed it would be." "My pleasure," I said, "but we need to get on the road if we're to get there in time." "Always practical," he said. Nevertheless he started to find underwear and clothes for the drive, and generally organize himself to get on the road. We hadn't brought much in, so after brushing our teeth and a chance to pull on some clothes, we were ready to go. "Want me to drive?" he asked, as we walked out. It was only 8:30, but the sun was already beating down on us. "Sure," I said, tossing him the keys. In two days, it would his car, so it seemed pointless not to give him the chance. I hadn't occurred to me that I had been doing all the driving: it was one more aspect of my natural instinct to be the father type coming out. Jason often had to remind me that I was his husband and not his dad. My instincts and my actions were even worse around Greg. He pulled out of the parking lot, and quickly we were back on the interstate. The morning sun was still behind us, which made the car a little more bearable. I could feel the heat slowly rising off the desert. The day was going to be another hot one. Greg pulled out one of the joints and handed it to me. I lit it up, and we passed it back and forth. As the weed hit us, we started talking about school again, what classes Greg was going to take, what clubs and activities he might do, possible majors, and random thoughts about the future. Sooner than I expected, there was the sign welcoming us to California. "How much longer?" Greg asked me, noticing the state line. I looked at my watch. It was just about eleven, which meant that we would miss the rush hour traffic. "Four hours, maybe a little less. You OK driving?" "Totally," he said. "And how are you feeling?" "Honestly? A bit nervous about meeting Jason. And my ass is still nicely sore." "It'll be fine. Trust me." I grabbed my phone and shot off a quick message to Jason letting him know where we were. A few moments later, I had a response: "Can't wait to see you. And Greg." "Don't worry. He's excited to see you," I said. "And he doesn't even know yet that he's going to be able to fuck you." I looked over and saw that Greg was smiling at the thought. I could feel my own cock twitch as well. With work and travel, it had been a few weeks since Jason and I had been able to share a bottom. And the bottom this afternoon was going to be a very special one. Greg continued to drive. We were talking a little less, both looking forward to the end of the trip. Traffic was mercifully light as we threaded our way through the vast suburbs of LA. Before long we were only miles away from my house. "Almost there," I told Greg, as I texted Jason that we were getting close. "Just be yourself," I said, resting my hand on his thigh. "Just nervous, I guess," he said. "Don't worry," I said. "And turn here," I said, indicating the driveway. Jason's car was parked there; mine was in the garage, leaving space for the SUV. Greg pulled in, and turned off the engine. Jason had been waiting for us; even before the Range Rover has been parked, he was out the door to greet us. It was one of his days off, and he was clearly making the best of it. He was wearing a pair of cut-off sweats and a white tank top. "Hey boo," he said, wrapping his arms around me and giving me a kiss. "It's good to see you," he said. Then he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I've missed being inside you." As he pressed against me, I could feel his cock slowly grow in response to my touch. My hands dropped down to his ass. Through the fabric of his sweats, I could feel the jockstrap he was wearing. "Me too," I whispered into his ear, not quite telling the whole truth. I had missed Jason. Greg had been providing me with more than enough sexual action, but there was a closeness and intimacy that Greg and I had yet to develop. I shut the door. Jason turned to Greg, who had been standing next to the Range Rover, quietly watching us. I saw a subtle tent in Jason's sweats, but I said nothing. The jock strap was doing a good job holding his cock in place. The same subtle tent was also forming in Greg's shorts. "Good to see you as well!" Jason said, giving him a quick hug. "Good trip?" he asked. "Yeah, it was a lot of fun. But I'm glad to be out of the car now." "I bet. I'll help you with your stuff. You guys can relax and have a beer out back. I've got the hot tub ready for you." "Perfect," I said, getting our bags from the back. Jason lead Greg into the house, and I brought up the back. Once inside, Greg made a beeline for the bathroom, and it was just Jason and myself. "So good to be back home," I said. "He's a great kid, but he's still just 18." "With an 18 year old's ass as well. I think I would have jumped him by the end of the first day. He's grown up. Very nicely." It was good to hear him say that about Greg "Now, remember, he's my nephew," I said. I knew Jason was going to get a nice surprise this afternoon. He'd to tag my hot young nephew with his poz juice. "I know, I know," Jason said. "You want to unpack now? Or?" Greg came out of the bathroom as Jason asked me the question. "I want to have a beer first and relax a bit before I have to unpack. That sound good?" I asked Greg. "For sure," Greg answered. We left our bags by the door, and went to the kitchen. I pulled out three beers from the fridge, and opened them. Jason headed out back and set up the chairs around the table. "Want me to get a joint?" Greg asked. "Definitely. I could use that as well." While he was digging through his bag, I found an ash tray in the back of a cabinet, and some chips for us to eat. Greg came back with two joints and a lighter. "He's even hotter in person," Greg said quickly, talking about Jason. "I want him to fuck me. Like right now." "Patience, boy," I said. "He'll fuck you soon enough." I handed the chips and a beer to Greg, and the two of us joined Jason on the patio. As we sat down by the pool, I thought it was a perfect Southern California summer afternoon. It was about eighty out, and the sun was shinning brightly. Greg put the chips on the table and we each took a beer. "I needed this," I said, taking a swig. Greg took out one of the joints, and motioned to Jason, "Ok?" he asked. "Oh yeah, very ok," Jason answered. Greg lit up the joint, and did a hit. I took another swig, and a deep breath. On either side of me were very hot men, and I knew both of them would eagerly bend over and offer up his hole to me. Already, each of them had willingly taken my raw cock, knowing full well the disease I carried. Each of them had let me fill him with my infected sperm. It was a comforting thought, to know that my seed was always going to be a part of them and that we would always be connected. After two hits, Greg passed the joint to Jason. Jason took it and did a hit. "Should we even bother unpacking?" I asked Greg. "We'll just have to re-pack it tomorrow or Friday morning." "Yeah, I've got enough stuff for tomorrow," Greg said. Jason had done a hit, and passed the joint to me. "What are we doing tomorrow?" Jason asked. "You guys want to do anything?" "No idea," Greg said, smiling. He looked at me with a knowing glance, and I knew that he had only one idea for what he wanted to do. "Let's figure that out after dinner. We've got plenty of time," I said, between hits on the joint. I handed it to Greg. "Sounds like a good idea," Jason said. The weed and beer were slowly working its way into our systems, and we were growing quiet, enjoying the sun and the warmth. My gaze was switching between Jason and Greg, each of them catching my eye and smiling. The weed was making us horny, and it was time to get naked. My nephew needed to get fucked again. He needed another shot of dirty jizz and this time, and my husband was the man to give it to him. "Greg," I asked, "you're still thinking about getting a tattoo?" "Yeah, I am." "Jason has a nice one. You should take a look at it." "Uncle Jason, can I see your tattoo?" Greg asked, before Jason could say anything. Jason was looking at me, all but staring daggers into me. "Yeah, I guess," Jason said. He stood up, and handed me the joint before he pulled up his tank top. I took a hit from the joint, watching the afternoon sun play across his smooth, muscular torso. The red biohazard symbol around his belly button practically glowed in the bright sunlight. "Nice," Greg said. He got up from the chair, and knelt down in front of Jason. He looked at the biohazard tattoo. I knew it well: I had helped to design it. And of course, I had also spent hours staring at it as I nursed Jason’s hard cock. Right around the edge, at the base, there was my name, "Nathan Telemann." Greg was close enough to easily read it. "That's Uncle Nathan," he said. "Yeah," Jason said, uneasily. He was anticipating the next questions, and I knew he didn't know how to answer them. I got up and stood behind Jason. I grabbed his tank top and pulled it off him. As I wrapped my arms around Jason's muscular torso, Greg looked up at the two of us. "Are you HIV-positive too, Uncle Jason?" "Yeah, I am," he said. I was right up against Jason, close enough to feel the heat from his skin. My cock was twitching, happy to be pressed against my Jason and anticipating what was to come. "Show him the rest of your tattoo," I said. Connected to the biohazard symbol was a chain; it snaked down Jason's stomach, and disappeared behind the waistband of his sweats. Before Jason could even react, much less say anything, Greg had pulled down his Jason's sweats. Greg exposed a black jock, the pouch starting to strain against Jason's hardening cock. The tattoo chain went down Jason's leg, and mid-thigh, there was the first of many red links. There was a name under the first red link: "Ben Moore." He had been the first of many men we had infected together. Each red link had a name under it. Many of the names were the same names on the bullets I wore on my thigh. I wrapped my arms around Jason, resting my head on his shoulders. I looked down, and saw Greg kneeling in front of my husband's groin, seemingly oblivious to Jason's throbbing cock. I nibbled on Jason's ear, whispering, "He looks hot kneeling down in front of you, doesn't he?"

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?"

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...