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I was 33 when met Doug. He was the love of my life in every way. He opened my eyes to so many new things sexually that I can’t imagine who I would be today without him. It wasn’t a sudden change, after all, Rome wasn’t built in a day, but eventually I came around. From the start I was on board with an open relationship, but it took almost a year before I was okay with us going bareback, even within the relationship, but the first time the condom came off I was hooked and knew there would never be another condom in my life. Prior to Doug I was a bottom, versatile but leaned more towards bottom. Surprise, surprise. Doug was a total bottom so I filled the role of top nicely. I loved slidding into him raw and pounding away until I blew my load deep inside him. I have a decent sized cock, seven and a half inches long about five inches girth. I get no complaints and Doug likes it. After I was hooked on bareback with Doug I started to wonder what it was like to bareback as the bottom. I had played bottom plenty of times before but only bareback once the second time I had sex and never did it again. While our sex life was great, it was not a daily event, as I would like it to be and often I found myself taking matters into my own hands and beating off. I would generally fantasize about the role that I wasn’t currently playing, that of the bottom. Doug knows I like to bottom and often while we were having sex our talk would get to the subject of him wanting me getting fucked while I am fucking him. Always it ended up being his ex, who I will get to in a minute, and always he cums in me, I made sure of that. This was all before I really knew the ex, Troy. Troy lives in the same neighborhood as us and is always throwing summer pool parties. We didn’t really go for a few years so I was never met him. Then one summer we were stoned and Troy messaged Doug that he had friend over and did we have anything to bring to the party. So we went for a few hours, there were brief introductions and we enjoyed the night, pool-side under the stars. A few years later, we got invited out again, just the two of us, and Troy and his lover. This was the first real time I had to get to know Troy and he seemed like a great guy. Attractive, nice body, great cock, I could see him fucking me. Now I had a real life image to go with the fantasy image Doug and I had cemented in my mind. This was the first time I was seeing Troy naked (his parties are generally clothing prohibited) but he had already cum in me multiple times, he was almost a part of our relationship. I spent the night flirting heavily. The next summer I noticed Troy on the sex apps and struck up a conversation with him. We chatted for a bit but then the conversation died, as they tend to do and it was left at that. It was also because of this app that I discovered for the first time that Troy was poz. Troy was rarely on when I was on so the opportunity didn’t prevent itself to say hello often. This new information somehow did not affect my fantasies. One weekend Doug had been called out of town for work so, having a few friends in the destination city, he took the opportunity to incorporate a small vacation, which left me home alone for a few days. Not that I was complaining. I like my alone time as much as the next guy. I was feeling horny and was checking out the apps when I noticed Troy was online. It was late and I was about to head to bed but would at least like to beat off. I decided to ask Troy to borrow some poppers but put a little sexual twist with it. Me: Hey man, you up? Him: Yeah what’s going on? Me: Do you have any poppers? Him: Yeah I got some real good ones Me: I’ll suck your dick if I can borrow them THERE WAS A LONG PAUSE Him: Don’t you want to get fucked? I was shocked. I had actually been kidding about the blowjob. Honestly, I didn’t expect him to take me up on my offer, and certainly not to suggest that I wanted to get fucked.

How did I end up here? An hour ago I had been looking for a bit of light fun on Squirt when I came across his profile, now here I was blindfolded, in a blue jockstrap and on all fours with a bottle of amyl in my hand waiting for him to come and use me. I took one look at his cock on Squirt and knew I had to have him fuck me, I wasn’t sure at first if he would even be interested. Here I was a 23 years old and he was 48, more than twice my age, I doubted if I was his type. I decided it was worth a try and messaged him. “Hey, how’s it going?” A minute later I got a reply. “Good, what you looking for boy?” “I dunno exactly, but you have the most amazing cock, I’d do anything to get a closer look…” “Anything, Boy?” “Yes Sir, anything.” “Ok, send your address, I want you naked, blindfolded and on all fours on your bed” I quickly got hard at the thought of this and sent him my address. “I’ll be there in 30 minutes” he messaged back. So here I was blindfolded and waiting on my bed, I was starting to wonder if he had bailed when I heard my door which was on the latch click. I heard his footsteps as he came down the hall and walked into my room. “Nice…” he murmured as he came upon the site on me, ass up, blindfolded and waiting for his cock. I heard the noise of his iPhone taking pictures of me and my exposed hole as he ran his hands over my body and toyed with my cock and hole. I quickly tried to say “Hey buddy, I don’t want any pictures of me about…” when he leaned into my ear and said “A bit to late for that slut, you’re all mine for right now and you’re going to do whatever I want”. I shuddered and accepted that I would do anything to get that beautiful big cock inside me. I had laid out the condoms and lube next to me on the bed, I heard him uncap the lube and then felt his cold fingers playing with my hole. After a few minutes of his fingers I was moaning and begging for more. “Please, I need that cock inside me.” “Of course you do baby, you’re perfect little hole is ready for it too.” I heard a squirt of more lube and then felt his big warm cock head push against my twitching hole and start to open me up. “Hey, we should be using a condom” I protested. “You said you would do anything for my cock” he replied as he sunk two inches into me. I gasped as he pushed more of his fat raw cock inside me, I hit the amyl hard to help me take it, as I started to feel the effects I acknowledged to myself that I had told him I would do anything to have his cock inside me. A few minutes later I felt his big swollen balls brushing my ass, I had his entire cock inside of me. I was dripping precum all over the sheets as I focused on what it felt like with his massive swollen pole lodged deep in my cunt. Here I was taking the massive shaft of a man more than twice my age, waiting for him to use my hole as his cumdump. I took another hit of amyl to help with the pain of being so stretched. “FUCK ME SIR” He just laughed, “oh you’re going to be fucked alright” as he picked up the pace. I felt that big cock reaming out my hole, his huge nuts slapping against my thighs while he plowed me deep. I heard him reach for the iPhone again and start recording me, I pictured what it must look like with me on my knees with a fat cock demolishing my hole. He continued his pace, every now and then changing the angle at which I was taking his cock, eliciting more moans of pain and pleasure from me. He knew I was well past my safe sex concerns and only fixated on one thing, his fat cock in my hole. “You want my load you little slut?” he spat at me. “Yes sir, please make me your boy.” “Oh I’m gonna make you my boy, you’re gonna remember this fuck the rest of your life”. I just moaned in response. “The reason you’re gonna remember this fuck is because I’m about to knock you up you stupid bitch” he said into my ear. “The one thing you didn’t even think to ask was my status and so I have a present for you my dirty little bareback slut.” I felt him hilt his enormous cock deep inside my cunt, he leaned down and whispered in my ear “Right now, you’re taking my thick Poz load deep inside you.” I clutched at my stomach right as I felt his fat cock balloon deep in my guts as he impregnated me with his toxic seed. I couldn’t help it as I blew my own load all over the bed. I collapsed on the bed trying to catch my breath and work out what had just happened. As I lay there with my hole dripping with his toxic seed I heard him pull up his jeans and head down the hall. The door went just a second later. What had I done? A month later I received an email from a friend, the subject line was simply a “?” and the body had a link to Xtube. I clicked on the link, and there in full HD under the title of “Stupid slut gets Pozzed up” was me, blindfolded, on all fours, taking that beautiful cock that had converted me.

Hi! I’m Jamie and I think I’m addicted to cock. I kept having fantasies of being the sex slave of one or more dominant males long before I finally sucked my first cock. My fantasies finally led me to taking advantage of having free time while temporarily unemployed and that the wife was doing a lot of traveling due to her job at the time. I started reading Men Seeking Men ads on Craigslist. It was the only source of possible male on male sex I knew of at the time since I had never acted on any of my then subtle urges before. I was lucky in finding an older gentleman who I ended up sucking to completion and swallowing cum for the first time. He and I met on occasion for about six months then I never heard from him again. That turned out to be a life changing event. Good event or not, choose for yourself. I was in my early 50’s when I became a cocksucker. From that point on, I continued fantasizing about sucking cock and, especially, swallowing cum. I found that I had turned a significant corner in my life. From the time I felt cum shooting into my mouth, I had to swallow. I was addicted to swallowing cum from that point. My mindset is that if I’m taking a cock into my mouth from this time on, and he wants, I’m swallowing his cum and will continue if he can. The problem for me is, that at some point I met a younger guy that had responded to more than one of my ads looking for cocks promising to swallow. Once I finally invited him to feed me for that first time, fate took another turn in my sex life. I had advertised, offering to suck and swallow. He impressed me by feeding me two loads during our first encounter. I invited him back and, he’s become my regular feeder for the past two and a half years. What turned me into a true cock addict though was more fantasizing. I kept reading more and more gay porn and it changed my life completely when I finally looked him straight in the eye after swallowing his first load, telling him that I had never been topped. He broke me in that day and has left me happily fucked numerous times since. There are two downsides to our situation now. My cock/cum addiction is growing. I’ve listed myself as a cumdump on this site despite my fear/intrigue that someone will answer and I will do exactly what that entails. So far, I’ve only been fucked, safe or otherwise by one man but my urges are growing. I know that, sooner or later, someone else’s cock is going to be up my ass, bare and pumping cum inside me. Then that won’t be enough and I’ll have to have another, then another. I prefer the idea of a regular cum donor so that I could rely on a steady situation of feeling cum oozing out of my ass into my panties, but I’m feeling the urges increasing. I’ve not only been reading about anonymous pump and dumps, but found myself looking for and getting more and more excited by finding videos of them. I’m finding myself being drawn into the fantasy of being fucked raw anonymously. I’m afraid of my sagging self-control leading me into becoming that cumdump that I’m fantasizing about.

After my time in the sling, I decided to head over to the maze area, which is a two-storied affair with with lots of closets, rows of glory hole areas, and also contains rooms with tables. It even offers a theater with a large table in the center, all very dark, just enough lighting to see shadows. I stripped to my jock and walked through, catching a couple of admirers. I walked into one of the larger rooms with a table and bent over it. Within a minute I felt a couple of hands roaming on me, then a lubed cock rubbed against my hole and pushed forward. The guy wasn't all of the way hard and had a little trouble getting it in but once inside, it got stiff. He fucked me slow and even for a few minutes but pulled out before cumming. Someone, I couldn't tell if it was the guy who just fucked me or someone else starting eating my ass, and did an outstanding job. I was shaking and moaning it felt so good. When the ass licker stopped, I went forward on the table and rolled onto my back to rest my shaking legs. When I looked up there was a crowd of six or seven guys watching. I had no idea who had done what, which was hot. A guy stepped from behind the guys in the front and walked up until my legs rested on his shoulders. His cock was already rock hard when he rubbed it against my stomach. I wrapped my hand around it. I should say 'I tried to wrap my hand around it, but as it was really thick and probably seven inches long, it was almost too much for my grasp. The crowning touch was the cock head was already wet with precum. With the ultimate politeness he asked if I was okay raw or wanted a condom. When I answered raw, he replied "I wanted to make sure because I'm not negative." My cock jerked and I moved his dick down until it touched my hole and rubbed it around. My ass was slick with lube and a load or two so he didn't need anything additional. He eased forward, filling me perfectly with a little burning from the stretch. He gave me a few seconds, knowing the extreme thickness of his cock could do damage, I imagine, and when he sensed I was ready, he started withdrawing and pushing it back in. I virtually literally lost my mind from the sensation and I think my eyes rolled back. I started lifting my ass to meet his strokes and telling him how good his cock felt, and I meant every word of it. He sped up a little and I could start to hear the slap of his thighs against my ass. The noise drew a few more onlookers and I saw more faces getting close to watch. Since he said he wasn't negative, I wanted no doubt on his part and as he pumped my hole hard I started, asking, more like begging him to cum in me. I think he was trying to be nice and was unsure or hadn't made up his mind because the first time I asked for his load, he started fucking me even harder. Then came the part that gives me that natural high. He stabbed his cock in very erratically a few times and went deep and pulled hard on my legs, making sure he was claiming every inch of my hole. I felt his dick swell just a bit and start jerking hard as his cum emptied into me. He stayed in me until his cock stopped pulsing and eased out. "Thank you Sir," I said, loudly enough to make sure he heard me, but before I could see him walk away, another cock was pushing into my needy hole.

After my time in the sling, I decided to head over to the maze area. The maze is a two story building with lots of closets, rows of glory hole areas, rooms with tables, they even have a theater with a large table in the center, all very dark, just enough lighting to see shadows. I stripped to my jock and walked through, catching a couple of admirers. I walked into one of the larger rooms with a table and bent over it. Within a minute I felt a couple of hands roaming on me, then a lubed cock rubbed against my hole and pushed forward. The guy wasn't all of the way hard and had a little trouble getting it in but once inside, it got stiff. He fucked me slow and even for a few minutes but pulled out before cumming. Someone, I couldn't tell if it was the guy who just fucked me or someone else starting eating my ass, and did an outstanding job. I was shaking and moaning it felt so good. When the ass licker stopped, I went forward on the table and rolled onto my back to rest my shaking legs. When I looked up there was a crowd of 6 or 7 guys there. I had no idea who had done what which was hot. A guy stepped from behind the guys in the front and walked up until my legs rested on his shoulders. His cock was already rock hard when he rubbed it against my stomach. I wrapped my hand around it, I should say I tried, it was really thick and probably 7 inches long, and the crowing touch was the head was already wet with precum. With the ultimate politeness he asked if I was okay raw or wanted a condom. When I answered raw, he said, "I wanted to make sure because I'm not negative." My cock jerked and I moved his dick down until it touched my hole and rubbed it around. My ass was slick with lube and a load or two so he didn't need anything additional. He eased forward, filling me perfectly with a little burning from the stretch. He gave me a few seconds, he knew that thickness could do damage I guess, then started withdrawing and pushing it back in. I literally lost my mind from the sensation and I think my eyes rolled back. I started lifting my ass to meet his strokes and telling him how good his cock felt, and I meant every word of it. He sped up a little and you could start to hear the slap of his thighs against my ass. The noise drew a few more onlookers and I saw more faces getting close to watch. Since he said he wasn't negative, I wanted no doubt on his part and as he pumped my hole hard I started, asking, more like begging him to cum in me. I think he was trying to be nice and was unsure or hadn't made up his mind because the first time I asked for his load, he started fucking me even harder. Then the part that gives me that natural high. He stabbed his cock in very erratically a few times and went deep and pulled hard on my legs, making sure he was claiming every inch of my hole. I felt his dick swell just a bit and start jerking hard as his cum emptied into me. He stayed in me until his cock stopped pulsing and eased out. "Thank you Sir, " I said loud enough to make sure he heard me, but before I could see him walk away, another cock was pushing into my needy hole.

Last Friday night got royally fucked and creamed (twice) by a massive 10.5 inch BBC. He took his time using and enjoying my hole before blasting me deep with a 6 day load. Made me a happy piggy just in time for the weekend.

the first time i ever took it bareback, the guy who fucked me had me on his bed on all fours after he reloaded the pipe for me and told me to keep hitting the pipe while he played with my ass... he just kept telling me i was really tight and the T would relax me. he had been asking all nite to fuck me w/out a condom and i kept telling him safe only since it was only my third time having sex/bottoming ever. he was about 6'4", black, muscular, totally smooth, had a thick 8.5" cut cock with a big head, and was str8. wife was in PA and he had me naked, spun, and on all fours in their bead. he pulled out her toy and told me he was gonna try to open me up some cuz he liked my ass and knew i was still a newbie, plus i was built thick like a football player and masc. i was 23 at the time. he gets behind me and has been lubing me with vaseline and stroking his cock, and im still smoking, watching the bb porn on his pc, he tells me to relax and he is gonna put her toy in me. and he grabs his cam to take video. it goes in smoothly thanks to the vaseline and he takes his time, but im so spun and jerking my own cock to realize it aint the toy. he tells me to look at the tv so i do and i see someone getting fucked bare, then he asks if i like it... i say its hot, and then he tells me, its me being barebacked and i turn around smile cuz i think he is joking, but then i see he is still recording and the fucking is the same rhythm and i start to freak out, but he just grabs my hips and pulls me back onto it, telling me to his the pipe, and telling me how good and tight i am, how its better than his wifes pussy and his fucking has my cock dripping precum so i just keep smoking and let him fuck me raw... he said every bottom, especially a thick round, big booty like mine needs to feel a raw cock and get bred... didnt know what "bred" meant until he started fucking me in my back and he blew his load while he stroked my cock and raw dicked my hole. he was super hot and treated me with respect and gave lots of compliments, and gave me direction to be a good bottom for him and all those tops who get to fuck me. he invited a neighbor over too, they slammed while i smoked, and then i got curious about why they were so more enthusiastic and they told me they would show me if i let them. so i did, and they took turns on me and spun me out on T all weekend. took both their loads. the neighbor was bi and married, about 46, but in shape, also totally shaved with an uc 8" cock. the black dude was about 39. my first experiences with tina and getting barebacked.

Just because we're all twisted pigs, here's a picture of me immediately after doing my biggest-ever slam just a few hours ago.

[i snapped this photo during last night's slam-and-breed session with a hung, twisted perv. I'm still high as fuck...] CHAPTER 4 - TRISTAN Tristan has been our dealer for the last two years. Back when we met him, we were looking for a more dependable connection. A mutual friend described him as “an entrepreneurial sadist,” so we decided to give the guy a try. I’ll never forget walking into his apartment for the first time. Tristan, dressed only in a ballcap and wife-beater, sat in a huge chair—a throne, almost—at the far end of the room. He was dirty-blond and scruffy and tattooed, with a hard look on his handsome face. Between his muscular thighs, he had an uncut cock fat enough to send an inexperienced bottom to the emergency room. It glistened and dripped like he'd just pulled it from a wet hole. Between us and Tristan, in the middle of the room, a handsome kid in a jockstrap—I’m guessing he was 19, maybe 20—was flat on his stomach, a pillow crammed underneath his crotch to elevate his little musclebutt. He was struggling against three guys who’d pinned him to the floor while a fourth dude thrust his raw dick deep into the kid’s hole. They’d muzzled him, too; all we could hear were wordless croaks of protest. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks streaked with tears. Then came a thrust so hard we heard something snap, or burst open, or give way. The bottom shook his head violently. Through his muzzle, we could hear him break down into full-bodied sobs—but the top didn’t let up, not for a second. He just kept on plowing that butt, plunging his dick in deep. Meanwhile, in the crotch of my jeans, as my dick hardened up until it strained the fabric down to about mid-thigh, a pool of viral precum began bleeding through the denim, quickly forming a four-inch-round wet spot. “Don’t worry—the kid will warm up to it eventually,” Tristan said to me and Brian, motioning for us to join him on the other side of the room. “We haven’t given him any T yet, so he hasn't discovered that he’s a filthy fuckin’ whore.” Then he turned to the group of guys fucking the boy. “Hey, Carlos—give our brand-new little barebacker a booty bump, will ya? I’m tired of all this crying bullshit.” Carlos, a hairy Latino guy with an uncut cock, let out a big laugh. “Drew is already one step ahead of you, boss. He just dipped the head of his cock into the baggie.” “Fuck yeah,” added another guy—apparently Drew, a dark-haired, smooth-chested dude in his mid-20s. He wrapped his hand around the base of his downward-curving cock, proudly showing off the white crystals studded all over his mushroom head. “Let me in there,” he said to Carlos. “I wanna get this faggot fucked up.” Carlos moved aside. Drew placed his Tina-covered cock against the kid’s hole, spread that virgin butt wide open with a powerful pair of hands, and made his delivery with a single brute shove. The kid screamed through the muzzle as shards of crystal tore across the thin tissues of his hole. Unfazed, Drew just kept working those chems deeper, pounding away until the kid’s screams faded into a stunned silence. “I guess I should’ve introduced you,” Tristan said as he checked the weight on our 8-ball. “The boy with the big dick in his hole? That’s my nephew Sebastian. Devout Jesus freak and a total fucking closet case. Last week I caught him jacking his dick—nice dick, actually—while flipping through some of the old gay porn magazines I’d stashed in my parents’ basement in the ‘90s. When I confronted him about it, he gave me some lame excuse, and I pretended to believe him. Then, just to assure him that everything was cool, I suggested he drop by my place tonight to play board games. Seriously, dude: he thought I wanted to play board games! Anyway, as soon as he walked in the door, these four guys grabbed him from behind, stripped off his clothes, pinned him to the ground, and crushed his sweet little cherry. It’s about time somebody raped some sense into him, you know?” Just then, a violent coughing fit erupted from the center of the room. I glanced back to see Sebastian on his back, muzzle off, legs spread, one arm raised high in the air, eyes wild with confusion. One of the tops was placing a cap on a syringe, grinning at his handiwork as that doomed little cunt rode the dark wave of his first slam. “So much for following Jesus,” Tristan said to us with a dark laugh. “You guys like what you see?” We didn't answer right away. We were too busy watching as a top with a red-and-black biohazard tat pressed his dick against Sebastian's hole and plowed right in. The kid’s whole body shivered and twitched. He whimpered a few times. And then he began making a long, low moaning sound, pulling his legs back for a better view of the poz cock fucking him in half. Brian nodded. “Oh, yeah. Slammed up and knocked up, just like a good boy should be.” “OK, so here’s something that might interest you,” Tristan replied. “Half of my business is selling the best shit in town. The other half is pimping out boys. I like to get ‘em hooked on slamming T, you know? But this is important: I never, ever teach ‘em how to slam. If they want that syringe in their arms, they have to come to me. And I treat ‘em well, too: I give ‘em my best shit, and I never miss. My only hard-and-fast rule is that they can’t get slammed by anybody else without my permission. If they break my rule, they’re out on the fuckin’ street.” He paused for a moment to give his cock a twitch. “Anyway, here’s what I’m trying to say: I’d love for you guys to recruit some hot little fags for me to slam up and whore out.” “Um, wow,” said Brian, laughing. “I think we might be into that.” “Thank you,” Sebastian gasped. I glanced back to see him getting plowed by the same guy, the kid's fingers carefully tracing the outline of the dude's biohazard tat. “You're welcome, boy," the top replied, smiling a cocky smile as he plunged in deep. "This cunt of yours was built for taking my cum." “Listen, pig: focus,” Tristan said with a crooked grin. I turned back to face him. “Here's what I'm thinking. Anytime you guys find a boy who, in your expert opinion, has a sweet tight cunt that would bring some serious business my way, go ahead and send him to me. In return, I’ll give you some free product—maybe even a shitload of free product, if the boy’s got some serious moneymaking potential.” Brian and I glanced at each other, both of us grinning like it was our first time at the bathhouse. There was no need for further discussion. It was obvious that we'd just stumbled into the perfect gig. And the best part of the whole thing? We haven’t paid for an 8-ball since. * * * Brian and I led Jace to the apartment, telling him to knock on the door. He knocked. Tristan answered, wearing only a ballcap. His lean torso tapered into a set of defined abs, the shape of his body acting like a funnel as it drew our eyes toward the heaviness of his cock. “Hey there,” he said to Jace, locking eyes with our brand-new chemwhore. “You’re high as fuck, aren’t you?” “I guess so,” Jace stammered. “Good boy. That’s exactly what I like to see.” Then Tristan flexed his cock, making it swing upward and slap against his stomach—a favorite trick. He smirked as Jace licked his lips. “You like my cock, bro?” “Fuck yeah, dude.” Tristan wrapped his hand around his dick, flexing it again to send a rivulet of precum flowing down the length of the shaft. “I want to bury this big raw cock in your hungry little tweakhole, faggot. Got it?” Jace didn't answer at first. He was open-mouthed and glassy-eyed, his belt unbuckled, his hand shoved down the back of his jeans. Through the fabric, I could see that he was fingerfucking his partied-up hole. He nodded. “I need a louder answer than that, pig.” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy. You hungry for some more smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir.” “Then follow me, boy. Follow me back to my chair.” They walked across the room. Tristan sat down in his chair, then motioned for Jace to stop in his tracks. “Just stay there for the moment. This is my chair, bro. You’ll sit down when I give you permission to sit down. Got it?” “Yes, sir.” Tristan picked up the pipe. “I forget: did you say you wanted some smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir!” “Well, here’s the deal. I’m not feeding you any until you climb up on this chair and take a seat all the way down my dick. All the fucking way down. I want to feel your taint pressed against my fuckin’ stomach. Got it, fag?” “Fuckin’ A, sir!” “Good boy.” Jace didn't give himself a chance to think about it. He immediately clambered onto the chair, straddled Tristan, and placed the head of that dick against his butt. He didn’t tease it or jack it. Instead, he immediately got to work, sitting down on the full length of Tristan’s raw cock with a single piercing grunt. Tristan looked over at us, his face lit up in a twisted grin. “Fuck, you guys. This ass is worth a month’s supply of shit, easy.” Meanwhile, Jace was staring longingly at the pipe in Tristan's hand. “Sir," he said—unable to disguise his hunger for more chems—"Can I please smoke now?” “Of course, pig,” Tristan replied. He placed the pipe against Jace’s lips, feeding that faggot a long series of big hits. Brian and I watched the impressive cloud formations, then began gathering our things to head back home Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tristan grab a rubber strap and tie it snugly around Jace's bicep. "This looks like it's gonna hurt," Jace said. “It's not gonna hurt, buddy boy. You just stay still. You’re gonna love this. I promise. It’s a little something I like to call it the Point-Five Surprise. A nice big slam for my hot little bitchboy.” “OK, dude," Jace replied. "I fuckin' love that smoke. I'll do anything to get more." “I know you will, pig. And in about 10 seconds, you'll do anything...and then some.” Brian and I closed the door behind us. As we walked down the hall, we heard a long series of loud, breathless coughs, one after another. By the time we reached the elevator, the coughs had been replaced by the rhythmic smack of skin against skin as Tristan plowed Jace’s freshly slammed-up hole. * * * When Brian and I arrived back home, we heard a quiet, rhythmic splashing from the backyard of Dalton’s house. Was Neighbor Boy swimming laps? We figured it was worth checking out, so we quietly made our way to the backyard, sneaking over to our secret vantage point near the fence. We weren’t disappointed. Dalton was alone in the pool, swimming freestyle laps in a Speedo. The curve of his ass bobbed along the surface of the water, and each of his calves splashed to the surface in quick succession as he kicked his way back and forth in front of us. Finally, he stopped to catch his breath before pulling himself out of the pool, the water cascading down his back and splashing against the muscled perfection of his ass. Then, with a single casual flick of his thumbs, he dropped his Speedo to the ground, stepped out of it, leaned over to grab a towel, and wrapped himself up before heading back inside. His Speedo was still on the pavement. And in the next moment—as Brian slid his raw dick into my hole, both of us dripping precum like a couple of teenagers—I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about that brief glimpse of Dalton’s amazing butt. “His parents leave in two days,” Brian whispered in my ear. “Do you know what that means?" "What's that, babe?" "In two days, that sweet ass is gonna be ours.”

Before we knew his name, we called him Neighbor Boy. Brian saw him first. On a gorgeous Saturday in May, I walked into the kitchen to see my husband jacking his fat dick while sneaking glances out the window. When he heard me approach, he flashed a piggish grin and motioned me over. That’s when I caught my first glimpse of Neighbor Boy. He was shirtless, maybe 18 or 19, and hauling boxes into his family’s new home. His face, square-jawed and intense, was still boyish in a lot of ways, but you could easily see the drop-dead-handsome man he was becoming. And to make things even hotter, he was obviously packing a man-size piece of meat, judging from the package bouncing between his legs. As sweat ran down the ridges of his abs, his shorts began to slip past the beltline, exposing just a bit of what appeared to be a bubble-perfect jockbutt. My eyes followed the dark line of sweat forming between his asscheeks; I wanted to bury my face in the fresh boy-musk around his crotch, his pits, his fuckhole. Brian turned to me with an evil grin. “That boy is ours,” he said, still furiously jacking his cock. Then, with a grunt, he sprayed three powerful volleys of thick, unmedicated poz cum across the kitchen sink. * * * Brian and I have been together for 10 years. I’m 35; he’s 40. People tease us about looking like twins, and I can see why: we both have dark brown hair, beards, and hairy chests. We also have cocks that are roughly the same size, about 8.5” by 6.5”. And when our big dicks spring out of our jockstraps at the same time, we can usually turn a run-of-the-mill bottomboy into a trashy, knocked-up dickpig in no time at all. It wasn’t always that way. Back when we met, Brian was a top. I was vers, but I wouldn’t let him fuck me raw. My reasoning was simple: I was neg, he was poz. And then one night, he invited me to his house for a homemade dinner. It was my birthday, and he’d hinted at some kind of surprise. I had no idea what was in store: halfway through my first cocktail, I started to slur my speech. I remember asking him what was going on, but Brian just stood there, grinning like a demon and rubbing his cock through his jeans as I slipped into unconsciousness. When I woke up, I found myself suspended in midair, my body swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. In my drugged-up stupor, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was directly underneath a large mirror on the ceiling. Very slowly, I managed to process the image I saw in the mirror: for some reason I was naked, with my legs splayed wide and arms tied back. I’d heard of slings, but I’d never been in one. And just then, it dawned on me that my body was swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm because a total stranger was pounding my hole. That’s when I heard Brian’s voice cut through the noise in that dark, crowded, sweat-stenched room: “The second booty bump definitely woke him up,” he said. Right about then, the guy fucking me started to convulse, and everyone in the room shouted encouragement as he thrust in and out of my hole frenetically. Next I heard a loud round of clapping and grunting from the crowd, followed by an odd sensation of warmth and wetness when that cock pulled out of me. My hole released the stranger's mushroom head with a subtle *pop*, and then I suddenly felt an emptiness in my ass, as if my knocked-up cunt somehow wasn’t complete anymore without a raw dick lodged deep inside. But the emptiness didn’t last. Within a matter of seconds, I felt the familiar contours of Brian’s cock inside me. “Hey, baby,” he said, his big dick making an unfamiliar sloshing sound as he fucked away. “That was load number four, and you've just begun. It’s your birthday, remember? My gift is to get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want another poz load?” I stared at him, uncomprehending. Then my eyes grew wide as I realized what all this meant. “No,” I said. “Fuck no. I don’t want to be sick. You know that. What the fuck are you doing?” “Oh, please—you have no idea what you want,” he replied. “From the moment we met, I saw right through you. You’re just another clean-cut, handsome boy waiting for somebody to give you permission to be a cumpig. I mean, just look at your dick right now—it’s harder than I’ve ever seen it.” I glanced down at my cock, and I could see it dripping beads of precum onto my abs. Meanwhile, Brian kept pounding me. “Your dick seems to be a few steps ahead of your brain at the moment, because your dick knows what you need,” he said. “And what you need, little piggy, is an ass full of fresh poz loads. Don’t worry—your brain will catch up to your cock before the night’s through. Until then, we’ll just gangrape you full of poz seed, OK?" "FUCK YOU." "Sorry, bud, but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You're the one getting fucked tonight, remember? You're getting fucked and bred and, if you're really lucky, maybe even pozzed. So...are you ready to beg for another dirty load, boy?” “Fuck no, Brian. I don’t want this. Fucking stop, OK? STOP.” He didn’t stop. Instead, he nodded to someone behind me, and I was quickly muzzled and blindfolded. Brian stopped thrusting for a moment, lodging his cock deep in my hole, and ordered me to stay perfectly still unless I wanted to get hurt. In the stillness that followed, someone wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep. I felt a pinch in my arm, and the tourniquet came loose. Almost immediately, I gasped as a wave of dark energy rushed to my chest, my lungs, my cock, my ass. I coughed violently, and I struggled to catch my breath while the dark wave kept crashing through my nervous system. And just as Brian predicted, that's when my brain finally caught up with my cock. I was in heat. I loved the feeling of Brian's raw dick pounding me full of toxic seed. And by the end of the night, I would whimper and moan anytime my hole wasn’t stretched around a charged-up cock. I'd been transformed from a neg condom queen to a bareback slampig in a matter of hours. In the years since, Brian and I have developed a knack for initiating young men into the world of chemsex, feeding drugs to unsuspecting boys before knocking them up. The hottest of all, I think, was the seduction of Brian’s college-age nephew. And it didn’t happen on just any night, either, but on the night of our wedding. This kid was a hot little faggot with a naturally hungry butt. He was deeply closeted, but Brian and I saw right through him in a second. So after flirting with him on the dancefloor, then feeding him our dicks in a restroom stall, we took him back to the honeymoon suite, smoked him out with the glass pipe, and slathered Tina-laced lube all over his fratboy fuckhole. Within 15 minutes, he was taking a seat on my raw cock and bouncing on it like a natural-born bitch. Eight hours (and two giant slams) later, Brian’s fratboy nephew was a confirmed chemwhore, proudly spreading his wrecked fuckhole while it oozed loads from 11 strangers. Even then, he was still shoving fingers hungrily into his cunt, pleading for another slam of Tina in his arm. Instead, we dropped him off at our dealer’s house with instructions to push every boundary possible until this boy was corrupted through and through. Our dealer didn’t disappoint, and within a month or two our fratboy nephew was a slampig escort with a real talent for getting double-fisted. We couldn’t be prouder. * * * The day after we saw Neighbor Boy for the first time, we introduced ourselves to his parents. Over the course of a 30-minute conversation that included far too many details about the sister we didn’t care to meet, we found out exactly what we needed to know: Neighbor Boy’s name was Dalton, and he was finishing up his senior year at McKinley High. He’d just turned 18. He had a steady girlfriend named Melissa, and he’d landed a scholarship to be a kicker for one of the state university football teams. “Oh, and one more thing,” Dalton’s father said to us. “We’ll be chaperoning our daughter’s class trip to Washington, D.C. at the beginning of June. Dalton is perfectly capable of running the house by himself for a week, but could you just make sure he doesn’t throw any giant keggers? We’d really appreciate it.” We nodded eagerly, because we’d found our window of opportunity. As the conversation wrapped up, we slipped our hands in our pockets, attempting to hide the bulges from our rapidly hardening cocks. * * * When Brian and I returned home, we closed the door and fell into a deep, sloppy kiss. We would do whatever necessary to fill all of Dalton’s holes with chems. And if we had our way, he’d be going to college in the fall with poz blood flowing through his veins. “I wonder if Jesse knows Dalton,” Scott said. “That could be hot.” I nodded and grabbed my phone. “Let’s give him a ring.” We love Jesse because he’s an evil pig. But we love him even more because he’s an evil pig who happens to look like a blond, buff Mormon. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hung like a lumberjack. Like Dalton, he’s a senior at McKinley, and we’d initiated him about six months earlier after chatting him up on a bareback fetish site. We pozzed him on the day after his 18th birthday. He was already entertaining some very dark fantasies by the time we found him—apparently he’d been watching bareback porn and trolling fetish chatrooms for years. But unlike most of the naïve little faggots we corrupt with chems and impregnate with toxic seed, Jesse was eager to get slammed into the stratosphere, and he required no encouragement to spread his muscled boybutt for our poz dicks. And now, in the months since his seroconversion, he’s been helping us lure boys to the world of chem-fueled bareback fucking. Jesse answered my call right away. Yes, he said, he was pretty good friends with Dalton, who was basically the hottest guy in the entire fucking school. We asked if Jesse was planning to hang out with Dalton anytime soon. Yes, he replied: he’d be at Dalton’s pool party the following weekend. “You guys should come, because a lot of the parents will be there,” he said. “I’ll tell Dalton to invite you. And I'll tell you something else: everybody at school would swear he’s straight, but I just don’t know. I get a weird vibe from him. Maybe not a gay vibe, but like a curious vibe.” “So you’re saying there might be a faggot buried deep inside that boy?” I asked. “Just a hunch,” Jesse replied. “Well, in that case,” said Scott, “it’s time for us to get deep inside Dalton and find out.” MORE SOON...

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 1 I was a gay man in my early 20s with some sleazy, kinky, taboo desires. I always had that streak in me. I love cum so bareback sex made an instant connection with me, and not just any bareback sex, but totally uninhibited bareback sex. Yes, I had a fantasy involving a hot guy, lots of bareback pig play, and him shooting his seed in me. Not just any seed, but poz seed. There was also something edgy and erotic about a tattooed, bareback pig. Seeing heavily inked guys always made my cock hard, and I always wanted to be one of those guys. It just took me a while to decide what type of tattoo I wanted on my body. I researched local tattoo artists for months, but none of their work proved to be of the quality I was looking for. I decided to drive 90 minutes south and attend the annual tattoo convention in Chicago in hopes of finding an artist with a portfolio that impressed me. It was such a lustful trip for me. I also love unusual facial hair like longer goatees and beards and handlebar mustaches. Guys with piercings also turn me on. Tattoos, facial hair, and piercings seem to go hand in hand. The convention center was packed with people covered in ink with a ton of piercings and facial hair of every length and type. The continuous buzz from all the tattoo guns running could be heard throughout the place. Every booth had an artist or two working on fresh ink. I eyed the sexy men between browsing through artists’ portfolios. There was a ton of guys with no shirts on getting inked up at the various booths. Some with sexy hairy chests or a nice treasure trail disappearing into their jeans. My brain was in eye candy overload, and my cock was half erect for most of the show. I rounded the corner walking through the rows of booths and came across a very hot tattoo artist. He looked to be about 28 and was slender with a shaved head. His hair was reddish brown, with a slightly wavy goatee that must have been about a foot long. It ended in a point near his belly button. His mustache had a slight twist of small handlebars at the corners of his mouth. Full sleeves of ink extended from his t-shirt. He even had hand and neck tattoos. He was working on the back piece of a handsome little twink, and he glanced up at me as I approached his booth. He gave me a smile, and a nod of his head to say hello as he returned to his art piece. I stopped and paged through his portfolio. I kept glancing up to look at him while turning the pages. As I turned another page I glanced up to check him out again. My eyes traveled up his sexy body to his face and found him looking directly at me. He smiled at me again, and I quickly turned my eyes back to his portfolio. Sure that he noticed me checking him out, I began to blush. It was hard to keep my eyes off him, though, and I again glanced back at him. He again was looking at me too, and stopped his tattoo work. He told the twink he would be back in a minute to continue and walked toward me. He appeared to have a nice sized cock from the bulge in his jeans. Holding out his hand he said, “Howdy, I’m Zak.” “Isaac, but most people call me Zeek,” as I shook his hand. I again paged through the book of ink, “Is this your work?” “Ah, yes it is.” “Nice work, I like it.” “Well, thanks. Are you looking to get some ink done?” “Yeah, I just don’t know what I want to get yet.” “Do you have any tattoos yet?” “No, it would be my first.” “Are you from Chicago?” “No, but I’m only about 90 minutes north of here in Milwaukee.” “Cool, well, if you would like to talk about it, I can help you with design ideas.” “Awesome, I’d like that.” “Here’s my card. Give me a call, and we can set up a time to talk.” “Thank you, Zak, I’ll do that.” “Nice to meet you.” “Ditto.” With that he returned to his customer to continue his ink, which gave me the perfect opportunity to check out his ass. Just as I imagined, he had one nice butt and I found it hard to look away. When he sat down he again looked at me, and found me staring at him. Zak picked up his tattoo gun, glanced back at me, and gave me a look that set my gaydar off. A smile came across his face. I nodded, smiled back at him staring straight into his eyes then disappeared into the crowd. I wandered the convention center enjoying the hot, inked up men and all the beards and 'staches. Pure heaven for this gay man. I had to piss, and found the bathrooms were lined up with guys waiting to empty their bladders. It took a while waiting in line, but I was next to piss, and a stall opened up. I wasted no time getting into the stall. My cock felt like it could burst from holding back my piss. I closed the door to the stall and quickly unzipped my pants. The entire toilet seat was splattered with piss. I chuckled a little thinking there must be a lot of PA piercings in those pants today, otherwise just a bunch of hot pigs with a bad aim. I let out a full stream of piss, emptying my bladder. It felt good to relieve the pressure, but I quickly found myself fully erect smelling all that piss and testosterone in the air. I also loved piss play, and thoughts of lapping up all the urine from the toilet seat was hard to resist. I stroked my cock a few times, then tucked it back into pants, trying to hide my hard on the best I could. I zipped up again and quickly left the men’s room. I buried myself in the crowd, waiting for my cock to go down then continued to stroll through the packed convention booths. About a week later I came across Zak’s business card in my wallet and decided to give him a call. The phone rang a few times, “Windy City Tattoo, this is Zak.” “Ah, hi Zak, you may not remember me, but I met you at the tattoo convention last week. You told me to give you a call if I wanted to discuss tattoo options.” “Zeek!! Glad to hear from you.” “Wow, you remembered my name.” “Of course I did. So, you want to set up a time to discuss tattoo designs?” “Yeah, are you free any time this week?” “My last appointment should be done around 5:30 tomorrow. Can you get to the shop tomorrow night around 6?” “Sure. I’ll see you then.” “Awesome!! See you tomorrow.” I had a three day weekend so this was the perfect way to kick off my weekend. I left plenty early to try and beat Friday rush hour traffic heading into Chicago. I arrived early, and realized Zak’s tattoo shop was just outside the gay district on Halsted Street, so I wandered around the gay district for a bit. When I returned to Zak’s shop he was just finishing with his last tattoo appointment. He was wearing black biker boots, faded blue jeans, and a white t-shirt. I loved his fully inked sleeves and hands. His entire neck being inked was so hot too. Just the sight of him gave me a partial wood. He invited me to the back of his shop, and we sat on a sofa and discussed the style of tattoos I was looking for. His suggestion of Japanese style tattoos intrigued me. He explained the meaning behind different tattoos in Japanese culture, and I decided my first piece would be a colorful full sleeve with yin yang koi, waves, flowers and filler. Zak sat next to me, and occasionally touched my arm as he discussed options and placement. Our legs were touching as we continued to look at designs. He suggested I remove my shirt, so he could do a quick, rough sketch on my arm. He explained that he liked to just draw out the design directly on the body to get better placement than trying to use transfers. I pulled my t-shirt off, and he began touching my arm, and turning it in different directions. Then he pulled out a marker and started drawing on my skin. His touch began to turn me on, and before I knew it my cock was fully erect. I couldn't hide the bulge that formed in my jeans. It was obvious Zak also noticed my hard cock, but he kept himself focused on drawing on my arm. The sketch began to take shape, and Zak maneuvered my arm into different positions as he continued to draw on my skin. Each time he lowered my arm to my lap his hand brushed again my hard cock, and I noticed his rod was also erect extending down his jean leg. He again moved my arm to a new position and my hand came to rest on his thigh next to his cock while he continued his design. I couldn't resist it any longer, and I brushed my hand against the bulge in his jeans. His cock throbbed against my hand, and before I knew it I was rubbing his cock through his jeans. He stopped drawing on my arm and reached over and massaged my hard rod. Zak leaned over to me and began to French kiss me. Our tongues and lips were locked in a passionate exchange for a bit. Then Zak stood up and saying “I was hoping you would be interested,” as he pulled his t-shirt off over his head revealing a fully inked chest with a sunburst around his belly button that continued down and disappeared into his jeans toward his cock. “Damn, man…..wooooooof!” He pulled me to my feet. We continued to make out, our tongues twisted together in deep, erotic kissing and panting. Zak wrapped his arms around my waist, grabbed my ass with his hands, and pressed our hard cocks against one another through our jeans. We continued to kiss, grinding our bodies against one another; our cocks throbbing with excitement. I was free-balling it and could feel a wet spot forming in my jeans from precum leaking from the head of my shaft. Zak reached for my crotch, rubbing my cock through my pants before unbuttoning my jeans and dropping them to my ankles. He pushed me backward onto the couch. I landed on my ass and leaned back on the sofa in a lounged sitting position, with my cock standing at attention. Zak flipped my shoes off and pulled my jeans from my ankles. He stood up in front of me, kicked his shoes off then unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. His cock sprung to attention standing straight in the air, pulsing up and down. The shaft of his tool curved slightly to the left and upward about 8 inches long. His cock was pierced with a large prince albert, and inked with flames leading down the shaft to a black biohazard tattoo centered below his belly button. More ink led to the sunburst around his belly button. The ring to his cock piercing dangled with each pulse of his cock, and precum began to hang from the end of his jewelry. Tattoos covered a good 75% of his body. His body was an erotic piece of art that made my cock dance with excitement at the sight of this stud. “Fuck, you are so hot. I want to be covered in ink like you.” Zak pointed to his biohazard tattoo. His eyes remained locked onto mine, and a playful conversation started, “You know what this one means, don’t you?” “You’re poz?” “Are you okay with that, because I only bareback?” “Yeah,” with a smile on my face, “Are you ok that I’m neg?” “Yep.” “Do you want to cum in me?” “Uh huh.” “Are you into gifting?” “Are you into chasing?” “I could be.” “Then I could be too.” My mouth was like a magnet to his cock. I was on my knees in a flash. I wrapped my lips around the head of his rod, tasting his precum before sliding the full length of his shaft deep into my throat. His cock stiffened in my mouth, and he moaned as my tongue slid back down toward the tip of his shaft. Zak put his hands on the back of my head and slowly face fucked me with the full length of his tool, as he murmurred “That’s it, suck my poz cock. Taste my toxic precum.” As he continued to leak precum down my throat, fucking my throat with his death stick, he remarked “I’d love to do your ink work for you. Maybe I’ll even be marking you with a biohazard tattoo. Would you like that?” “Yes!!” “Want me to poz you, Zeek?” “Yes, charge my ass up, please.” Zak pulled his cock from my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He turned me around and pushed me onto my knees on the couch. “You want my poz cock in your ass?” “Yes, please fuck me. Give me your seed.” I was so turned on I felt like I could shoot my load at the anticipation of taking his charged spunk. He knelt behind me, spread my ass cheeks with a firm grip, and buried his tongue in my hole. It didn’t take long for my puckered hole to surrender as his tongue slipped past my cunt lips. His tongue lubed my hole and slowly worked inside, begging to open me up. Zak gave my ass a deep tongue bath and began to fuck me with its full length. The sensations made me horny as hell, and a strong urge to feel his bare cock buried in my ass burned within me. I moaned, “Please fuck me. I want to feel your cock deep inside me.” Zak continued to rim my ass, and worked a finger inside. He slowly advanced his finger all the way in and out of me then added another, before continuing to lick and fuck me with his tongue. My ass was wet and primed for his shaft. Zak stood behind me and spread my ass cheeks with his hands. I felt his against my cunt, then he slid his slick cock head across my hole, further lubing me with precum. He continued to rub the full length of his rod against my hole, driving me wild to be opened up wide. I felt the steel from his cock piercing fold to the side tight against his cock as he pressed the head of his dick against my hole. He slowly thrust the head of his tool, spreading my ass, and slipping inside. He spit on my hole lubing us both some more for me to take the rest of his meat inside me. I pressed my ass against his rod, and he again thrust inside me. Pain shot through my body and my hole tightened around his shaft as I tensed my body. Zak held his cock in place, “Easy, just relax…..relax.” The pain subsided and I arched my back and again pressed firmly against his cock. Zak grabbed my hips and with one abrupt thrust buried his cock balls deep into my guts. I again tightened my ass around his toxic meat, and let out a little gasp. It hurt so good, but my cock pulsed rock hard. I began to moan with pleasure. This was the first time I had a pierced dick in my hole, and it felt incredible. “You like my pierced cock in you, huh?” “Oh God…..yes!!!” I began to relentlessly pump my ass against his death stick, and Zak joined the rhythm. Tightening his grip on my hips, he pounded my ass hard with each thrust. His balls slapped against my ass with each plunge. “Ah, you’re a hungry pig for my toxic seed, aren’t you?” “Fuck, yes. Poz my faggot ass.” “Slow down, stud. You’ll get my DNA but not until I’m ready to flood your ass.” He held my hips steady, then slowed his pumping motion and continually withdrew his cock to the tip, with just the steel of his piercing remaining in my hole, then again thrust deep inside me, commenting as he did so, “Man, your hole feels awesome wrapped around my cock.” “That's good, 'cause fuck, I love your rod in me.” He continued a slow steady pace, edging himself close to shooting his load in my guts, then stopping, I could feel his cock pulsing a few times deep inside me, then Zak again began working his dick in and out of me. Each time he brought himself close to cumming then backed off. “You want my poz seed in you now?” “Yes, you feel so incredible. Load me up.” He again began to thrust in and out of my hole, but this time he slowly increased his pace, plunging in me harder and faster. “Fuck, I’m really close. You’re getting all my seed.” “You want it pig? Want my charged cum?” “Yes, give it to me.” “Yeah?” “Yes, I want to poz. Give it to me.” I again tightened my ass around his shaft, and he thrust in me one more time. “Here it comes….take my poz load.” He groaned and grunted, as his cock throbbed and pulsed deep in my hole. The sensations of his cum shooting from his death stick deep in my guts pushed me over the edge, and my cock erupted gobs of cum over and over with each throb of my shaft. With his cock still pulsing inside me, he grabbed my shoulders and shoved his cock even deeper in my ass. I couldn’t get enough of Zak’s cock. It felt amazing buried in my cunt. My balls drained themselves of all their seed. My ass was now filled with Zak’s poz juice. As he pulled his cock from my ass, cum trickled and dripped from my gaping hole. I knew he filled me with a huge load of sperm. My intestine walls were coated with his virus. Would it find its way to my bloodstream? The risk was incredibly exciting. I was hooked. There was no stopping it. I was definitely becoming a junkie for poz cum. Zak flopped on the couch next to me, panting and sweating. “Fuck that felt awesome. You have one hot ass.” Grinning and puffing, “It was very hot.” I turned and lay on the couch with my head resting on his thighs at his cock. I licked his mushroom head clean and ran my tongue down his shaft. “So……..am I hired to do your ink?” “How can I say no after a consultation like that?” We remained on the couch, naked. My head rested on Zak’s lap with his beautiful meat before my eyes. A small drop of poz spunk leaked from his piss hole and I lapped it up. We talked for a bit, getting to know each other a little better, while touching and caressing each other’s bodies. Zak told me he was born and raised in Chicago. He always had a fascination with tattoos from an early age on. He started working in a tattoo shop at 15, and after a few years became an apprentice for several years. He was lucky enough to be able to open his own shop a few years ago. Tattooing was something he loved. It was his passion, and all his tattoos had meaning in his life. I ran my hand across his biohazard tattoo. “So how long have you been poz?” “Not long, just a few years.” “Are you on meds yet?” “Ah…..no, so you got a fully charged load. Hope you’re cool with that.” My cock started to bone up. I nodded my head for him to look at my rod, “Does that answer your question?” “I guess so, you hot pig.” “Do you know who pozzed you?” “Yep,” with a slow drawn out descriptive tone, “A hairy, muscular, leather daddy with a beautiful ass and huge, uncut cock.” We both chuckled. “Did you know he was poz?” “You mean, did I chase?” “Yeah, did you want to convert?” “Fuck, yes, and it was one hot breeding.” “So why aren’t you with him?” “We weren’t looking for a relationship. We both got what we wanted from it. I was determined to get his poz load in me, and he was determined to make me work for it. It was an all-out, totally uninhibited, raunchy, verbal, poz fuck.” “It sounds like a hot breeding.” “Poz talk makes it the hottest conversion sex.” After a short pause, “So, when do you think you can get back down here to start your ink?” “Are you free next Friday in the afternoon? I could get down here by 3 or so.” “Ok….Friday at 3 it is. We’ll start your sleeve.” “Great, sounds good.” So, Zeek, what do you do up in Milwaukee?” “Well, let’s see, I like a lot of things. I graduated from college last year and just bought a home. I love doing remodeling and landscaping, so I’m redoing my house, fixing it up. I like being outdoor, hiking, biking, camping; stuff like that. I really enjoy movies, and dining out with buds.” “Cool. So what’s your degree in?” “Marketing and web design.” “Bonus!! If you’re up for it, maybe you can redesign my website for me.” “I’ll show you some of my work. If you like it, I’d love to do that for you.” “Awesome.” We stayed on the couch a bit longer and lye in each other’s arms. His naked body felt so good cuddled up against mine. “Hey, Zeek, do you have to be back in Milwaukee at a certain time? “No, I’m not on any schedule tonight. What did you have in mind?” “Want to go grab a few beers?” “Sure, that would be great.” Neither one of us moved too fast to get up. I think we both enjoyed cuddling together naked, but we reluctantly dragged our asses off the couch and slipped our clothes back on. Zak hung out in boystown at a few of the gay bars so we walked a few blocks to his favorite hang-out for a few beers. Zak introduced me to a few of his buddies that were out. We did a few shots with them then continued some one-on-one chat. “So, Zeek, what else gets you going besides ink, piercings and taking poz cock raw?” I chuckled, “Well, I’m pretty open-minded. I have a bit of a kinky streak in me.” “Oooh, kinky streak, like what? And you can’t shock me, believe me.” “Anything from toys, slings, sounds, to watersports, and more. What about you?” “There isn’t much I wouldn’t do, and everything on your list…… been there, done that. I’m a pig.” He leaned over to me and gave me a gentle nibble on my lip before planting a wet kiss on me. Standing up from his bar stool, Zak circled behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. He whispered in my ear, “I have to piss if you want a taste.” He made his way to the men’s room and looked back at me with a grin. You didn’t have to tell me twice. I was off my bar stool in a flash and following him to the bathroom with my beer in hand. When I walked into the bathroom, Zak already had his pants unzipped and his pierced meat dangled at the urinal. I walked up behind him and grabbed his ass. He turned to face me and pushed me to my knees. I took his cock in my mouth, and he held me still with his hands on my shoulders. “Fuck, here it comes.” As the first drops of piss hit my tongue I must have sprung an instant boner. I loved drinking from the tap. Zak’s warm piss sprayed from his cock filling my mouth. It had just a slight bitter taste to it, but was pretty watered down from the beer. I was like a hungry pig sucking its mother’s tit, wanting every drop of piss down my throat. Zak repeatedly stopped his urine stream, giving me just enough time to gulp down all of his nectar before letting his piss flow again in my mouth. My cock throbbed over and over again. He pulled his cock from my mouth and the last few sprays and drops of piss landed on my face, stache and beard. It was as if he was marking his territory. I stood up, slammed the rest of my beer in front of him then held the bottle to my cock head. I let out a full stream of piss filling my bottle to the top. I took a swig of my own piss then Zak took the bottle from my hand and left the bathroom. When I returned to the bar, he was sitting on his bar stool drinking from my beer bottle in front of everyone. They had no idea he was actually swigging my sweet cock nectar and not beer. After tipping another beer together and an erotic farewell kiss, I left for Milwaukee. On my drive up I94 I had time to think outside the heat of the moment. Even though I had fantasized for a long time about taking a poz cock raw, that was the first time I actually went through with it. A little fear set in knowing I could possibly poz from Zak’s DNA planted deep in my hole. I debated pulling into the Oasis pit stop, heading to the bathroom and emptying his seed from inside me. Those thoughts were quickly diverted by my cock boning up over thoughts of how awesome his hard shaft felt in me, and that having his poz cum in me also turned me on. The thoughts of his hot naked, inked body danced through my head. The smell of his piss still lingered on my beard and stache. My cock again throbbed in my jeans. I never even considered myself an actual chaser, but found myself craving more of his toxic spunk. The Oasis was just ahead, but I drove on past as my car continued down I94; my cock raging hard and my ass twitching full of Zak’s charged cum. I still had some fear in me, but I knew there was no turning back. I began to accept that I wanted to charge up, and I wanted Zak to be my gifter. The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 2 Unable to sleep, I got out of bed, and started my day. Today was a special day for several reasons. It was my 23rd birthday, and it was also Friday, the day of my first tattoo session with Zak. I was a little anxious and nervous, but excited to be seeing him again. I wanted to start my journey becoming a heavily inked pig, but I was not sure how much it would hurt. I turned on Netflix and watched some episodes of Miami Ink. Seeing hot Ami James and all his sexy ink just got me turned on and more determined than ever to go through with it. It was what I wanted. I decided to get dressed and cruise down to Chicago early. It was a perfect day for a drive, sunny and warm. I rolled down the windows and cranked the music. The air felt invigorating blowing across my body. I arrived in Boystown well ahead of my tattoo time with Zak, so I decided to browse the shops in the area. I came across a cool bookstore and bought a tattoo magazine. I also found an awesome pair of black biker boots, and a few t-shirts. Then I came across an adult bookstore and couldn’t resist checking out their gear. I ended up walking out with a “pig” t-shirt and a new yellow “piss pig” jock. After my little shopping spree I headed for the tattoo shop. I arrived a little early for my appointment. Zak greeted me with a hug and told me I could have a seat on the sofa while he finished up with his client. He grabbed me a bottle of water, and I sat down in the same place where just a week earlier I was taking Zak’s poz cock raw. The thought of it just gave me a major erection. I tried to find a distraction to get my boner to stop poking at my jeans. After all, Zak and his client were within eye’s shot. At least his client had his back to me. I found Zak’s portfolio sitting on the table next to the sofa. I browsed through the pages, but seeing his ink work only made my cock harder. I glanced at Zak, and he happened to look up at me. I immediately grinned back at him and stood up to show him my raging hard on through my jeans. I rubbed my crotch, and he chuckled then gave me a look that said, “Behave yourself.” I returned to the sofa and remembered an article I read several years earlier about a guy that popped wood at an inappropriate time and tried to “kill” the “snake” that had come to life in his pants by thinking about greasy dishes. (Why the hell I remember that article I have no idea). Maybe that would kill the beast in my pants. I tried to concentrate on dirty dishes, but all I could think about was stripping naked and having Zak fuck the hell out of me and unload his poz seed in my ass. My hard cock raged on. I grabbed a pillow for my lap to camouflage the bulge in my pants. After about a 15 minute wait, Zak poked his head around the corner and told me to follow him to his tattoo station. He walked to the entrance and locked the front door. “Now we’re all alone. No interruptions.” I pointed to my pants, “Good, because something is still up.” Zak laughed, “You’re becoming a cum-crazed pig. You know that don’t you?” “Yeah, and I love it.” I took a seat at his work station, and he walked up to me from behind. He put his hands on my shoulders, bent down and ran his tongue across the back of neck. He kissed my neck, nibbled my earlobe then worked his way to kissing my cheek. His tongue licked across my upper lip and he buried it into my mouth and started to make out with me, swirling his tongue with mine. Zak showed me his now hard cock bulging through his jeans, “As much as I want to tear your clothes off and fuck you right here, we won’t get anything done that way.” “And why is that a bad thing?” He again chuckled, “Let’s focus on your ink. We can play after.” “Oookkkaaayyy, ok.” “So are you ready to get started, sexy?” “Yeah, I’m ready.” “Awesome.” He grinned, “Besides, I’ll kill your hard on in no time when you feel the needle.” I chuckled and smiled at him, “You seem to be getting too much pleasure from that.” “I probably am, but there’s only one way to find out. Let’s get started. I made a few sketches for you to take a look at. If you like them I’ll use the one you want.” After looking at both designs, I had a hard time deciding between the two. Both were so cool. “Wow, I’d be happy with either design. They rock!!” “Well then, can I make a suggestion? This one is my favorite, because I think it will follow the curves of your arm the best.” “Cool. Then that’s it. It’s the one.” “Great. Get your shirt off and I’ll start the layout.” I pulled my shirt off over my head and sat down in the chair again. Zak was grinning at me. “What? What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I’m happy you are here, and allowing me to give you your first tattoo. That and you have one hot, trim body.” He pulled his chair next to mine, and took me by the hand. He positioned my arm and started the sketch. “This tattoo is going to look so cool on you, Zeek.” After about 10 minutes Zak completed the rough layout, and started to set up his ink. “Go look in the mirror and let me know if you’re happy with the layout.” I walked to the mirror and checked out the design. “It looks perfect.” “Awesome, get your sweet ass over here.” “Yes sir.” “Have a seat and get your arm up here. I’ll start out slow so you can see how it feels. We’ll work on it as long as you can. If you need a break, just let me know.” I sat in the “hot seat” again. I was nervous and excited all rolled up into one. Zak positioned my arm, “Here we go. You’re about to lose your tattoo virginity.” The familiar buzz of the tattoo gun filled the room, and my adrenaline rush kicked in. Zak rubbed a dab of aquaphor onto the first spot and the needle pierced my skin and the first line was inked in no time. I was happy to find the pain tolerable. It felt more like an annoying pinching sensation than anything. I also quickly discovered that I like to watch. I like to see the needle entering my skin watching the tattoo take shape. Guess that doesn’t come as a surprise to me, since I love visual stimulation with sex too. Seeing piss or cum shooting from a hot cock, or watching a hard piece of meat sliding in and out of a gaping ass is totally erotic. I like eye contact while getting fucked too. There definitely is a sexual side to the process of getting tattooed. The needle poked my arm again and snapped me back to reality. After about an hour and a half or so of turning my arm this way and that way, and switching to lying on the table, while Zak carved his design into my arm, the line work was finished. “How are you doing, Zeek? Need a break for a few?” “Sure. A stretch break would be good.” “How does it feel?” “It’s definitely burning a little, but it’s ok.” “Cool, we won’t finish in one session so let me know when you need to end. I’ll let you call it.” I walked over to the mirror to check out my new ink. Zak appeared behind me in the mirror, slipped his arm around my waist and kissed me gently on the neck. “It’s looking so hot on you, Zeek.” “I love it so far.” “Wait until you see the color start to fill it in. It will come to life.” Zak returned to his seat and set up the colors needed in his ink caps. After about 5 minutes, “I’m ready for you, Zeek. Let’s start shading in that sucker.” This time Zak had me lay on the table to start. He positioned my arm straight out away from my body. “Damn, Zeek, you make me want to tear those jeans off and fuck you right here.” Zak wheeled his chair to the side of the table and kissed me on the belly. I caressed the back of his head. His lips felt incredible on my skin, and his beard tickled my side. My cock certainly responded to his touch. It was already half erect. “I’d love to seed you right now.” “As hard as this is to say, Nah uh, it’s ink time. We can play soon enough.” He said, “I know, I know…..Focus.” The buzz of his tattoo gun kicked in again, and the color started on my sleeve. About 2 ½ hours later we were finished for the day. A bunch of color was completed and it was looking awesome, but my arm was also on fire. Zak cleaned up sleeve, and lightly rubbed a thin coat of aquaphor onto my skin. “That’ll cool it down, Zeek. Go check it out, man.” I walked to the mirror. “Oh my God, Zak, I love it.” He walked over to me at the mirror. “Wait till it’s finished. It’s going to look awesome.” He wrapped my arm then taped it in place then returned to his work station and began to clean it up. I continued to look at myself in the mirror, admiring my new ink. “It’s going to bleed a little and leak ink a bit, Zeek, so clean it when you get home. Put the aquaphor on it a few times a day while it heals.” “Ok….no problem.” Zak again appeared behind me in the mirror. He pulled his t-shirt off, put his arms around my waist and pulled my body tight against his. I could feel his hard cock against my ass. My dick quickly boned up. I reached back and slipped my hand between us to grab his hard dick. I rubbed his hard rod through his jeans. His cock throbbed in my hand, and Zak let out a moan of pleasure and began kissing my neck. As he whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck you raw, right here and right now,” he rubbed my hard cock, and unbuttoned my pants. He reached down into my pants and stroked my meat. My jeans dropped to my ankles, and Zak began to grind his cock against my bare ass. I could feel the wetness on the head of my cock as my precum leaked from my piss hole. Zak smeared my juice onto my shaft then put his wet hand over my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked up my precum from his hand. Zak slipped his thumb into my mouth, and I began to suck it. While he continued to kiss my neck from behind me, he unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. I grabbed his ass and pressed his cock tight into my ass cheeks. Zak again moaned then grasped me around the waist and chest. He kept grinding his cock between my ass cheeks. “Fuck, you feel so good, Zeek. I want to feel my cock inside you. Give you what we both want. “Yes, you know I want it. Charge me up, Zak. Please fuck me.” I stepped out of my jeans and kicked them aside. I was now naked with Zak’s cock pressed hard against my ass. His precum began to lube my hole as he continued to rub his hard cock between my cheeks. He kicked his jeans off. Our bodies were both naked. The touch of Zak’s skin against my body sent chills up my spine, and I could already feel the sweat forming between us. Zak held me tightly from behind with his arm across my chest, and with a firm grip caressed my ass cheeks and rubbed his hand across my hole. My ass tightened and puckered while my cock stiffened and throbbed. Zak kissed me on my mid back, then on my side, and raised my arm above my head to bury his tongue in my arm pit. He continued to lick my pit, lapping up the scent off my body. He moved in front of me then pressed his lips to mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I could taste my salty sweat on his lips and tongue. He spit in my mouth, and we continued to exchange saliva, while twisting our tongues together. With a firm grip on the back of my neck, we continued deep, erotic, French kissing for a few minutes. Then he hugged me and kissed my neck. He nibbled my ear lobe and buried his tongue in my ear while we ground our naked bodies against one another. Zak backed away from me, and snuck in one more kiss on my lips, then took me by the hand, our cocks both standing at attention and rock hard. He led me to the sofa where he first planted his seed in me the week before. He motioned to the couch, “Get on your knees, and spread those cheeks.” I eagerly obeyed. Zak knelt behind me and spread my cheeks wide with a firm grip. My puckered hole twitched with excitement, and he gave me one slap on the ass before burying his tongue into my ass. I arched my back and after continuous prodding and licking my hole opened up and his tongue slipped inside. He buried his tongue as deep as he could into my ass. The sensations sent chills through my body, and my hole begged to be filled by his cock. Zak gave one last grasp to my ass cheeks and a little massage. He stood up and then lounged back in a sitting position next to me on the sofa. His cock stood straight in the air. “Get your mouth on my cock and lube it up.” I shot onto the floor on my knees and slid the full length of his shaft down my throat. My tongue slid along his cock, and I began for work his dick in and out of my mouth. I continued to suck Zak’s cock, and it throbbed and pulsed in my mouth, spilling sweet precum down my throat. Zak grabbed the back on my head, shoving his cock deep down my throat. “Yeah, work that poz cock, swallow that charged precum.” He held his cock buried all the way in my mouth setting off my gag reflex, and making my eyes water. “Get up here and ride my cock. I want to see my meat slide all the way inside you.” I stood on the sofa, my legs straddling Zak’s, my pole standing straight up; balls dangling in front of his face. He tugged on my sack and engulfed both of my balls into his mouth. He sucked my balls, and licked them before grasping them with his hand and pulling them down to devour my cock down his throat. He sucked my rod for a few minutes, then said, “Sit on my poz cock, boy.” He spit in his hand, and as I lowered myself toward his hard shaft he smeared his spit onto my hole and lubed his cock with a few wet strokes. He directed the head of his meat toward my hole. His eyes were fixed on the head of his shaft as I squatted above his tool. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. His PA ring and dick head pressed at my asshole, and with a quick thrust his cock head slipped inside. With a slow, steady motion my ass lips slid down the full length of his shaft. His hard cock was all the way inside me. Zak grabbed my hips and buried his cock even deeper in me. “FFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!! Feel my poz rod in you. My PA is going to tear you up.” His cock stiffened in me, and his PA stretched my hole with each pulse of his meat. Zak cupped his hands onto my ass, and spread my cheeks wide open. I began to ride is pole all the way in and out of me with slow, steady motions. He groaned each time I took his cock all the way inside me. “Fuck, yes Zak!” The sensations were driving me wild. My cock was stiff and pulsing. Zak again grabbed my waist and began to shove me down onto his cock faster and harder, thrusting his hips each time to drive his death-stick all the way inside me. I could feel his PA further stretching and working my hole raw with each slam of his cock into my hole. It felt amazing. “Damn, Zeek, I can’t hold out much longer. You want my poz load?” “Fuck, yes. Breed me. Make me your poz pig.” My ass tightened around his shaft. “Oh, fuck, yes, here it comes. I’m going to poz you up, pig.” Zak thrust inside me. I felt his cock throb over and over again. As he filled my guts with his DNA, I stroked my cock, erupting cum onto his face, and beard. He opened his mouth. My cock continued to pulse, and I shot more of my jizz across his lips onto his tongue. While my cock still throbbed, I slowly worked the length of his shaft in and out of my ass. “Fuck, yes, Zeek, work my poz babies into you.” Blood tinged cum dripped from my ass with each plunge down his cock. Then I sat on his cock until I felt it stop throbbing inside me. I pulled his dick from my ass, and it slapped against his biohazard tattoo. His meat was covered with streaks of pink tinged cum. “Fuck, yes. Look at that, Zeek. Keep my virus in you. It definitely has access to your bloodstream.” Zak scooped up his blood streaked cum from his cock and put his fingers into my mouth. I licked and sucked them clean, swallowing every drop. Blood dripped from the edge of the bandage covering my freshly inked arm. It splattered onto Zak’s biohazard tattoo and cock. He ran his fingers down his shaft through my blood, across his lips and tongue. I kissed his mouth, tasting my blood on his lips. Still puffing and panting, “Fuck, Zeek. That was so hot. I love fucking my poz cum into your ass.” “I love feeling you shoot your toxic seed in me.” We need to change your bandage. Zak removed the wrapping from my arm and walked to his station for more bandages. I enjoyed looking at his naked body. It was such a turn on to me. He returned with more supplies and reapplied the bandage to my arm. We lie naked in each other’s arms on the sofa. “When can you get back down here to see me? We can continue your ink after a few weeks too. Let this heal a bit first.” “I definitely can get here in two weeks to continue my ink.” “How about we go on a date next weekend and an ink session two weeks from tonight same time?” “Sounds perfect to me.” “You know, you could possibly be ready for a biohazard tattoo in two weeks too.” I smiled, “Fuck yes.” My cock started to bone up at that thought, and I planted a slow, passionate kiss onto Zak’s lips. “Zeek, I want you to know something. I don’t want to just poz you. I like you, and not just a little. I like you a lot. I want you to be my boyfriend, my poz pig. What do you say?” “I’d like that a lot.” We continued to make out on the sofa. Our naked bodies pressed tightly together. Before we knew it both of our cocks were fully boned up again. We began to grind our bodies together. Zak kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “Zeek, I want to give you my DNA again. Make you my poz boy……….”

It sounded like a great 30th birthday present from my partner Bill—a professional massage followed by some hot love making. I was down with that! Bill and I ate an early supper out at our favorite neighborhood dive and I had time for a relaxing shower before the masseuse arrived at 8. I took the liberty of getting clean and ready for some deep dicking by Bill after I was all relaxed from my massage. Jon advertized in the local GLBT rag with at least a few dozen competitors. Bill chose him because he listed his qualifications and training and didn’t feature a scantily dressed photo. I laughed at this and said what if I wanted a DEEP massage and Bill promised he would take care of that afterwards. I’ll admit it—I was horny! Jon showed up on time and set up his table in the back study of our house. Bill said he was going to watch some TV upstairs and he kissed me and told me to enjoy my birthday present. Jon said he could massage me naked or with underwear on—what ever my comfort level was. I hadn’t had a professional massage and told him I wanted the works. He smirked and winked while he said, “but, of course!” As my upper thighs were sore from working out at the gym, I asked if I could start on my back. Certainly he said as he turned on a CD with soft music on his little boom box and adjusted the lights low so I could be totally relaxed. Jon was good! He covered my naughty bits with a towel when he was working elsewhere and he quickly had me relaxed and very pliable. I guess massage can be hard work because I noticed he slipped out of his sweat pants to gym shorts and took off his short sleeve shirt to reveal a wife beater and an amazing chest—heck, the whole package was mighty nice! I tried to not pay attention to him as I turned over to my stomach. He worked my back over very well and I got so relaxed my right arm slide off the table. He changed position and stood on my right side—my arm was lightly in contact with his sizzling body. My head was within the opening in the table so it could remain lined up and not turned one way or the other. All I could see was the floor but my awareness seemed to spike. There was something in that simple connection between his body and my arm and his strong hands kneading me that made me feel very alive. He started working the small of my back and pressed against my arm a little closer. I was aware that my dick was reacting to this and a sigh slipped out. He reached down to grab my hand and place it back on the table. I missed the contact immediately, but his hands started working my ass and that caught my attention. I love my ass massaged by Bill, but Jon was like a bread maker working stiff dough. Whether it was right or not, I spread the legs to give him easier access. I was so in tune with this feeling of bliss. I could hear Jon’s steady breathing over the soft music. My own breathing was deep and I was in heaven. A soft moan slipped out of my mouth as he made me more pliant than I had ever been. He worked one leg and then the other—my ass still exposed and legs spread. When he worked the point where my legs connected with my ass, I could feel precum dripping out of me and I sighed and spread my legs a bit more. Jon’s slick oiled hands worked me like no one had before. It wasn’t exactly sexual, but I was harder than a rock and was started to pant a bit. He poured a bit more oil in his hands and was now working between my cheeks. When his fingers finally strayed against my hole I gasped out loud. Was this a massage or a seduction? I was monogamous with Bill, but I was so fucking turned on and relaxed that I couldn’t make a move to stop whatever Jon wanted. It was pretty obvious that I was enjoying this special attention. My ass clenched and relaxed in time with Jon’s ministrations. Jon said he was getting rather warm and I could hear him pulling off his shirt and perhaps slipping his shorts off. I wasn’t sure. All I knew is that I was so turned on! Jon’s next move surprised me. I felt his 5 o’clock scruff against my right ass cheek. He was just rubbing up and down my cheeks and I instinctively flexed my free hand against him. He was naked! He grabbed my hand and led it to what felt like a log between his legs. I groaned as I squeezed it and he now started licking my crack. I thrust against him and started milking his mighty tool as he started eating my hole. I was now moaning and was disappointed when he broke the connection. That disappointment quickly faded as I felt him climb on the table and he grabbed my ass cheeks hard and started tongue fucking and finger fucking me. My ass was as spread as it could be and I was scooting up a bit with my ass to give him better access. He moved up further and I could feel his dick against my ass. I was a bit nervous now. I hadn’t cheated on Bill before and taking an unknown man’s dick bare was not safe! As he slid his drooling shaft up and down my crack, he reached under and pinched my nipples. I moaned anew and he started nibbling and talking in my ear. He told me that he wanted to give me the ultimate birthday present. I didn’t say a word, just felt him pressing against my slightly open hole. He kept talking and said that Bill thought a deep massage would spice up his and my sex life. I finally told him I didn’t want to get caught and this wasn’t very safe. He laughed and said he wouldn’t fall off the table and hurt himself. He then said he only topped and I had nothing to worry about. He asked if I was poz and I said no pretty sharply. He said “perfect” and started pulling me up into the doggy position. I was shaking my head no even as he was lining up to penetrate me. I moaned no as he started pressing in earnest. It felt SO good to feel that thick head pop through my first ring. He stopped and continued to tweak my nipples and talk dirty to me. He told me he knew I wanted this and he was going to take me and give me what I really needed for my birthday. I groan and pushed back against him—together we worked to achieve total penetration. I liked hearing Jon’s gruff voice as he quietly spoke and got my even more turned on by his dirty talk. He asked me who was bigger—him or Bill. “You are.” I admitted. Who did I want fucking me? “You, Jon” “When we are done, I want you to shower and then fuck Bill with your hot hole—make sure he eats your ass first. I am going to make your hole really slick for Bill to enjoy—that will spice up your sex life and make me really happy that you shared this fuck with your partner.” Jon instructed. “Your ass is going to be so open and slippery from my fuck and my seed deep in you, boy! You want that, don’t you? You want to be a hole for me to breed? A receptacle for sperm? I moaned and admitted that I did. The pounding started going in overdrive! He was quietly cursing and tell me that he was going to own my ass and mark it as his own. I hadn’t read anything about pozzing talk at this point in my life so it was just a super turn on to hear that he wanted me so bad. I didn’t know what I was asking for when he started telling me what he wanted to hear from me. I was so hard as he pounded me that I begged for his seed, for him to breed my ass and make it his. “This is so hot, boy! Your partner paid to have you massaged but you are getting bred as well! 2 for 1, boy! All, right, fag boy, here comes your birthday gift—I am breeding you…now!!!” Jon rammed in as deep as he could and I could feel him jerking and spurting within me. The feeling made me shoot then and there. “Nothing finer than a boy shooting his load when he is finally bred right!” Jon sighed. He stayed in me sliding in and out as he worked his load into my receptive hole. Jon told me to keep his load in my ass so it would feel amazing for Bill later. I complied. Bill and I had great sex that night. He ate my ass and told me how relaxed and silky it was after my massage. I was hard from thinking about what he was doing and whose load he was tasting. Jon was right, Bill liked fucking my hole after Jon had bred it. A few months later I got sicker than a dog. A sense of dread filled me and later I tested poz. I couldn't find Jon's ad anymore and I had no way to contact him. I knew exactly what Jon had meant by his words! I had been bred for my birthday!

I’ve been chatting to the 25yr old guy on recon. He wants me to introduce him to the ‘World of Fisting’. As the conversations continued, I suggested (as a joke) that he mails me a condom with a fresh load of his cum. .. Today, I received a letter containing a condom of a very good load of cum. Upon seeing it, my cock became hard instantly. Dropping the condom into my mouth, almost blew my load. .. The smell of his cum is AMAZING. .. Considering the load if 1 day old, I’m deciding to do a taste test. .. I’m been guaranteed another fresh load in the mail next week. ..

I'd been watching the boy for years. Every weekend like clockwork he'd show up at the clubs at 12:00 with a body that got me rock hard in seconds. Every weekend with his boyfriend. I'd never actually approached the boy - not out of any sense of morality, I'd broken into and broken up relationships with lesser guys, but these two came in and were in their own little world, which no one could penetrate, not with drinks or pickup lines or even a hot body. He stood 5' 5", about 150 pounds, with the body of jock Filipino stud, with sexy cock sucking lips, biceps like tennis balls, a 30" waist and a big thick muscular ass. For years I watched boys and men approach him, trying break in, each time failing miserably. The boy was obviously obsessed with his boyfriend, who was an average looking cute cub stud. In fact the cub was so average, it was a wonder he had snagged and kept such a hot piece of ass going in the five years since I first saw them. Although the cub was obviously the more social of the two, he kept close to keep the jock boy happy. But then suddenly, after all my patient observing from afar, I saw the opening. It was the cub's birthday, and he wore a birthday hat and pin that said as much. He was was dancing around with a larger group of friends than usual, and getting very very drunk. The boy was also in the group, but obviously a little farther apart, being not as social as the cub, was also getting increasingly drunk. As I grabbed the ass of my flavor-of-the-week, making him squirm, I counted the shots: one, two, three, four, five ... seven. The night dragged on, but the boys' minds were obviously weakened. "You see that boy with the birthday hat?" I asked my current squeeze. He nodded and giggled. "Go pull him up on the dance floor give him a little present." He laughed and sauntered up to the cub, and dragged him up to the floor to begin dancing. The effect was delayed which was a good sign, but the boy stumbled up to his boyfriend and attempted to cut in and get him back, so I made my move. I grabbed his intoxicated hot body and began to dance with him pulling his hips toward my crotch. Now, I'm 6' 1", 198 pounds, muscular with an 8 1/2 inch cock which is as thick as a coke can. His ass felt me before the rest of his body. He paused for a second while i ground my hardening dick on his ass. His mind weak and body wanting. but his eyes stayed on his boyfriend who was was preoccupied by two guys, one of his friends as well as my squeeze, both of whom were now dancing on him. The jock boy pulled away for a second to move towards them, but I turned him around pulled him up against my body. His head fell against my chest, and I took him into my arms. I could tell he was interested, but conflicted. I whispered to him, "You know you can trust your man. How long have you been together?" "Six years" he sort of gasped in a manly baritone. I smiled. "Has he ever strayed?" "Never" he replied. "See, you can trust him." And I looked and believed myself. The cub might have been dancing with two hot twinks, but he kept his hands up and away from them. Fortunately, of course, the cub was clueless as to my intentions, as I began to maneuver the jock boy from the lime lights to the darker corners of the club. I continued to press the boy against my body, and he began to reciprocate, dancing with great skill. Many times I'd seen him dance with his boyfriend, and admittedly the stub boy was exceptionally good at moving his hips in such a fashion as suggested he was begging to be fucked. As his ass and hips worked on my crotch, I began to push the envelope. I slipped my hand under his shirt. I could feel a strong set of abs, not from being slim but from working out. My hand traveled north feeling a strong chest and, when I flicked his nipple, his arms shot straight-up and he moaned and damn near convulsed. His body was becoming slightly limp as the alcohol was taking more of a hold on him, so I had little trouble backing him up against a wall, his hands in front of his face, and reaching around, I I unbuttoned his pants, slid my hand under his tight sexy underwear and reached his hole. Fuck. No wonder his boyfriend was able to keep him. His hole was obviously regularly well-fucked. I slipped one digit into his hole, feeling his soft, velvety chute, finger fucking him. His back arched and he moaned, as he bucked and moaned. It was definitely time to take things further. I pulled his pants back up, buttoned them, and ushered his drunk body out the back entrance to my car, stuffing him into the passenger seat, and without ado, began the quick drive to to my place. "Where are we going?" he moaned. "My place baby boy. We're gonna have some fun." He looked over at me with a dazed expression. "Who are you?" "I'm gonna make you a very happy bottom boy tonight." About then I pulled up to a red light, so I took the time to slide my free hand into the ass of his pants and give him some finger. His head flew back, his body arched, and he let out another moan. "What's your name baby boy?" "John," he gasped. "How old are you, John?" "Twenty-three." "Do you like big dicks baby Johnny?" He paused and bit his lips I pressed my finger deeper into his hole, gasping "Yeessss." With that I whipped-out my hard cock, and invited him "Take a look, Johnny." He stared at it in awe. "Go on and suck it, Johnny." He looked at me as if realizing something and then blurted out "I've only ever been with my boyfriend. I've never done anything with anyone else." I replied "I'm bigger than is he, right?" "A little" he laughed, adding "thicker, too." "He fucks you good, huh?" "Yeah, I love it." "Come on, Johnny, touch it." I grabbed his hand and put it on my shaft he slowly began to stroke me. Precum began to drip out the head and he seemed entranced. His eyes were half open, mouth wide, speech was slurred, obviously still drunk. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it to my cock. The minute the head slipped into his open mouth, he moaned and began sucking like he'd been waiting the chance for decades, not ten minutes. He went down on me, trying to deep throat my cock, moaning in pleasure, and lost in the taste and feel of a stranger's cock in his mouth. He didn't pick his head up till he realized I'd parked the car in my garage. "Where are we?" he again slurred. "Where's my phone?" I grabbed his head and began to kiss him. I had thought far enough ahead to slip his phone out of his pocket, and didn't think it necessary to fill him in on that detail. Shortly after we left the club his phone had begun vibrating, but I had turned it off, and when he asked about his phone, I distracted him by pushing my tongue into his moaning mouth. The potential threat to my plans having passed, I decided to make my next move, ordering him bruskly "Get out of the car." He complied, stumbling out of the passenger seat, into my garage. I steadied him and pulled him through the door that lead directly from the garage into the living room. I sensed part of his will was trying to fight my domination, but his body was not up to the challenge, and seemingly wanted to get off as much as did I. Not wasting any time, I stripped off his shirt, threw him on the couch, and pulled a bottle of poppers I carried in my pocket, and presented them for his inhalation, which he did instinctively. Then I gave him another hit in his other nostril. "What... what was that?" "Something to help you relax." I could see the fumes hit him fast. He moaned and threw his head back murmurring "Oh my god, what is this?" I handed him the bottle, saying I'd be right back, that I had something even better for him. I grabbed a bottle of lube I'd laced with coke, and then with a second thought went to my computer, which fortunately was in sleep mode, and bringing-up Craigslist, I posted this advertisement: Hot Filipino boy, looking for cum. Generous men only. I figured I may as well go as far as I could while I was at it. Walking back into the living room, I found John had nearly passed out (except for an occasional quiet moan). I snapped a photograph of his half-naked-drunk-and-poppered-up-high-body and uploaded it onto the Craigslist posting. "This is so crazy" he said when I got back "I'm so drunk." "I know" I laughed as I stripped off my remaining clothing, and presented myself to his gawking gaze for a few seconds. With a 45 inch chest and 28 inch arms, I'm a big guy and my tool stood erect in his face. He got on all fours on the couch and began to suck. I ripped off his underwear, watching with pleasure as his chiseled young back arched and his hips began to gyrate as I slowly fucked his beautiful lips. Then I maneuvered so I could pour some of the lube onto his quivering ass, managing (with some difficulty) to finger fuck him with one finger. When he began to fuck himself on my finger I knew the laced lube was having the desired effect so I stuffed a second finger in. Although his ass could obviously take a beating, he was still tight and his body ripped, so I pulled his mouth off my cock and turned him around, positioning him on all fours. I lined my dick with his hole and grabbed his hips and began to push in. He screamed and I held him down as I pushed the entirety of my cock into his hole. It was like popping a cherry, knowing I was only second cock that had ever been in here. It was an utter turn-on. I ground my cock inside him as deeply as I could, and naturally he screamed again, but this time there was a hint of ecstasy in his voice. "You like that?" I asked him, adding "You like my big cock in your tight baby boy hole?" He was screaming into a pillow so I grabbed him by his short hair and pulled his head up, repeating my question: "I said, 'Do ...you... like... my ...big... cock... in...your...hole?" accenting each word with deep thrust into his ass. He yelped each time. "Yes" he gasped, adding "Oh my god yes, I love it." "Has your boyfriend ever fucked you raw like I am now?" "No, never." "Feels good to get fucked raw, doesn't it?" "Fuck yes..." he replied, as his ass and hips began to shiver and shake. "Mmmm, tonight I'm gonna breed. You will want raw cum in your ass all the time, don'tcha?" He didn't verbally reply, but his hips began to shake harder, evidence, I thought, of an assent, so I egged him on a bit more saying "You're gonna want to be filled up all the time with cum, aren't you?" He moaning mindlessly, captured by the pleasure. I slapped his ass hard once, and I might as well as have kicked a horse with spurs, because he began feverishly fucking himself on my cock, moaning and yelling saying "FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCKME OMG FUCKKKKK ME!!!" I stood there while he fucked himself on my cock, his whole body milking me for it, begging me for my cum. As he did so, I flipped on my phone and checked my email for the ad. There was a big response. I picked 10 of the responses and texted them the address told them to be here in an hour - and to bring cash. I also took a second to take a snap another photograph of Johnny boy fucking himself on my fat dick, and sent it to the guys, just to wet their appetites. I put my phone down and now it was time to get to work. I grabbed Johnny's hips and began piston-fuck my cock into him. He screamed, but begged for more. I fucked him with the only goal of dropping first load of the night into him. I pounded furiously, almost completely withdrawing my cock out every time. His head flew back with inward thrust, his tight muscles moving under his skin. I felt my nut coming. and then I yelled and growled out a thick load of cum into his ass, fucking it deep into his body. Then I pulled out and pulled his head around to my cock and made him suck the ass juices and cum off my dick. He was obviously enjoying himself, as he moaned the entire time as he cleaned my cock, although admittedly it looked like he could pass out. Then the doorbell rang. There would be no sleeping tonight. More to cum

Well, it was time to visit Grandpa. That was until I discovered all these hot bareback sex sites on the 'net and found that while it made me sick, it also made me hard. I started reading all the stories I could find and would go on icq and chatrooms and get off on the heady world of barebacking. After months of this, it dawned on me that I really wanted to do it. I wanted to be pozzed, even if I was only 18. And better yet, I didn't have to look very hard to find a guy to poz me, it could be a family affair. Yeah, you guessed it. I want my Grandpa to do the honors and breed my teenage ass. So, one Saturday I caught the bus out to the hospice, which was located just over the City line, and was run by Jerry, a very nice man, and his partner, Trevor, both of whom were in their twenties. Jerry and Trevor oversaw the hospice and on this occasion there were about twenty men staying there, all of whom had AIDS. I had been here several times before, but generally had found the place depressing, perhaps because I had never taken the time to appreciate the finer beauty of the disease. Instead, on earlier trips I had focused on the smell of death which pervaded the hospice, and, to be honest, I found it difficult to watch my Grandpa waste away. He had been a vital and fit man who lived life to the fullest, but at this point his very body was rotting from within, his muscles had wasted, although he still looked fairly good, I suppose, as his body was still lean and tight. I also distinctly remember my grandfather generally seemed happy, even if he was dying. Upon arriving I chatted with Jerry, and he remarked how happy he was to see me again, and continued saying my grandfather often spoke of eagerly of my visits, telling all his friends that I was a fine and good-looking young man. I blushed at hearing his description, only to have Jerry look me up and down and confirm the truth of my grandfather's compliment. I looked at him, and wondered if I should read a message in Jerry's remark, but Jerry simply smiled and mentioned it had been awhile since there was someone really fit and healthy in the hospice, and in the course of his remarks, casually let it slip that both he and Trevor were also infected. I looked at him somewhat incredulous, but couldn't deny to myself that my dick was bulging in my shorts at the very thought. Jerry offered me a chair and chatted for several minutes, mentioning he had been pozzed several years earlier, and that he was one of those men who hated condoms and so one night he simply decided to stop using them. The rest, as they say, was history. I asked about Trevor, and Jerry said he had, in all likelihood, infected Trevor. Encouraged by his openness, I asked all sorts of questions, thinking to myself that I felt almost as if my cock was about to shoot. It was all too much. Jerry told me that infecting Trevor hadn't hurt their relationship, as Trevor wanted to convert, taking the view that as he was young and sexually active, it was only a matter of time before he became infected anyway, so it made sense to be converted by someone he loved? I remarked that Trevor's view made sense. After a few minutes Jerry commented that I seem very interested in raw sex. I responded "Yeah, I'm into it, well, I wanna be into it. I've been reading a lot of stories off the 'net and chatting to poz guys around the world." Jerry asked how I would summarize my thoughts, and I replied "Well, it freaks me out, but I can't stop thinking about it and my best jack-off fantasies are thinking about some guy fucking me raw and infecting me." Jerry smiled, and remarked "I can see you're into it, if only 'cause you're rock hard." I blushed when I realized my excitement had resulted in a full hard-on that was tenting my shorts. I look over at Jerry and he laughed as I was bright red, but he told me there was no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed, as it was a natural reaction. He went on, remarking that hot bareback sex was hot, and that when I was ready I'd make the right decision. I considered telling him the reason for my visit, but decided to hold off, as I was worried about how he might react. Then after some more conversation, in which he told me some stories involving his hottest bareback encounters, he suggested I must be anxious to see my Grandpa. I replied that I was, and with that he led me to my Grandfather's room. It was time to visit Grandpa. "Grandpa?" Standing at his door, I knocked and waited for a few seconds, but didn't hear a reply, so I cautiously opened the door and peered in. Empty. Grandpa wasn't there, but I decided to wait his room for him. I made myself comfortable on his bed and, looking around, I saw his night table was littered with bottles of poppers and some porn magazines. The magazines all had a common thread: youngish guys being fucked raw by older men, some of whom were old enough to be my grandfather. I flipped through the pages and felt my cock bulging again, so I picked-up the poppers, unscrewed the lid and took several deep sniffs, thinking to myself, 'Oh fuck, this is good stuff'. The sensation was overwhelming and, as I felt my heartbeat quicken, I also felt the rush overcome me and I felt the need for cock as I salivated while looking at the photos. It was too much. I needed to beat my cock, so I pulled off my shorts and sat there on my Grandpa's bed, jacking my cock while taking repeated sniffs from the brown bottles, sampling each different brand. Rush. Jungle juice. Pig sweat. Mmmmm! I spat on my fingers and work some saliva into my hole, jacking my cock vigorously. It felt great and I longed to be one of those young guys in the fuckrags taking cock from an older man cock into my ass and throat. I wanted to be a whore for men. I got up on the bed and bent over, working a finger into my ass. In so doing, I accidentally dropped the bottle of poppers and in reaching down to pick it up, I noticed a crusty looking vibrator gleaming under the bed. Perfect! Seeing that Grandpa wasn't available, his vibrator would be the next best thing. I took a few more hits from the poppers and greedily wrapped my lips around the crusty vibrator, coating it with my spit. Then, lapping the foul tasting juices off it, I took it down my throat. getting it nice and sticky with my teenage spit. I then take another sniff from the poppers and after sucking on the vibrator a bit more work it slowly into my hole, feeling it push at my virgin ass and thrust inside my cherry. God it felt good. I thrust the vibrator slowly into my hole and moaned as I felt my ass twitching in response to the penetration and longing to feel a real cock in my ass. God, I still can't believe what I did. Here I was, on my Grandpa's bed and fucking myself with his vibrator. But as my ass slowly opened up and adjusted to the vibrator, I stopped thinking where I was, or with what I was fucking myself. I needed to be fucked. So I thrust the vibrator in harder, took a few deep huffs from the bottle of poppers, and fucked myself even harder. And then it happened. I felt my balls tense-up and my ass sucked in the vibrator a little bit more, my balls drew up and my body spasmed as I sprayed my cum on the bed sheets. My load sprayed out of my cock which was twitching wildly, shooting load after load of seed over the bed sheets, drenching a poz man's bed with my neg load. After cleaning up a little and pulling my shorts back on, I looked around the room further and came across a photo album which was filled with hundreds of photos, some of which showed my Grandpa as a young man of my age, and even more surprisingly, it included photos of my Grandpa at close to his current age, having sex with guys of all ages. I flipped through the album, and examined each photo carefully, noticing that some of the photos had a caption, including remarks like 'Bred this one' and 'Didn't want it, but changed his mind with a dose of X'. My god! The album was a virtual treasure trove of some of my Grandpa's sexual exploits. After settling back on the bed I flipped through the pages and felt myself getting hard again. Looking at the photos of one young guy being fucked, I couldn't help but feel the need to beat off and dream about how hot it was to look at photographs of my Grandpa fucking his poz cock into the boy, making the guy his poz bitch. Man. Talk about a trip. And then it dawned on me: my Grandpa was a breeder! My god. The realization was enough to make me wanna shoot, but I somehow held off and keep looking at the photos while my dick leaked precum over my stomach. As I sat there looking at the photos I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and further it almost seemed as if the room was crashing in on me. I wanted to be bred at a hospice filled with men with full-blown AIDS. Seeing the numerous fuck rags and bottles of poppers in my Grandpa's room. And just where is Grandpa? Shouldn't he be here? I assumed Jerry had understood my Grandfather was in his room, but obviously he must have been mistaken. Just then I saw the door slowly open. "Grandpa!" "Adam? God, boy, it's good to see you!" We hugged and I felt a bit embarrassed that I was still hard and hoped he didn't notice. "Its great to have you here boy. I've missed you." And with that he noticed the open photo album on the bed and commented "Ah, I see you've discovered some of my secrets." "Yeah. I didn't mean to pry. It was just that once I started looking at the photographs I couldn't help seeing more." "No need for explanations, boy. Judging from that nice cock that I see you're packing, it's obvious you enjoyed what you saw." Fuck. He noticed. I stood there blushing and imagining the bright shade of crimson I was turning, but Grandpa just laughed and hugged me again and patted my crotch. Then he invited me to sit on the bed and we had a long man to man talk. Since he knew I was aware of at least some of his 'secrets', my Grandfather was quite free in his remarks, and there was no ice between us. I told him of my reasons behind wanting to visit and he expressed some surprise that I wanted him to breed me. He wasn't shocked that I want to be bred, no, he understood that all too well. He knew what a fucking turn on it was to take poz cum - as well as to give it. I asked him what it was like for him to shoot his poz cum into all the guys whose photographs I had seen in the photo album, and he replied "It was fantastic. Shooting poz cum into a neg body is an amazing turn-on, knowing that once his raw cock was inside the guy's ass, that it would be up to him as to whether he filled the guy's hole with poz seed, admitting "Sure, some guys didn't want it, but that just made me even more determined to give it to them." I smiled and asked how he became a breeder, and Grandpa replied "It was a natural extension of taking and giving loads. Many years ago, when I was neg, I would go out to baths when Grandma was home baking or off shopping with friends, and while I loved your Grandma, Adam, it wasn't enough. Sometimes a man needs more than a woman can provide. And so it was with me and your grandmother. I loved her deeply but found the sex I was getting at the baths was much better than anything she was providing back home." When I asked him when he sero-coverted, Grandpa gave a hearty laugh and slapped me on the back, remarking "My, you sure are well-educated, aren't you?" adding "Honestly, I don't know when I converted - I fucked around with many, many men, so it could have been virtually anyone." I then gulped and asked him if it made fucking Grandma difficult, knowing he was out fucking unsafely with other men and then doing her. He just smiled back at me and answered "Not at all, Adam," giving me a sleazy leer. I was shocked, and in my mind, begin questioning the circumstances that led to my Grandma's death. She was sick rather suddenly and was sick for a long time before she died. My god. Did my Grandpa breed my Grandma? I slumped back against the wall and looked at my grandfather in a whole new light. Grandpa noticed the shocked expression on my face, and asked "You alright, Adam?" "Yes," I replied, adding "It's just that I can't help wondering if you infected Grandma." Grandpa laughed and replied "Maybe I did, but she's dead now, and besides, you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs, Adam." He then laughed and I couldn't help but, in some way, admire his confidence: infecting and bugging up others and not giving a shit what happened. Just looking out for himself. Grandpa then looked at me affectionately and complemented me, saying how wholesome I look, and adding that it had been a long time since he had seen such a hot, healthy boy in the hospice. I asked him how life was in the hospice, and he answered it was really good, that sometimes the guys had bareback orgies and occasionally a boy will come into the hospice, the grandson of one of the other men who stay here, and that he will suck off several men, as other men fuck his neg ass and poz him up. Grandpa mentioned that even Jerry and Trevor occasionally got in on the action. I replied "That's pretty hot shit, Grandpa, and I love bareback" and with that our conversation moved onto my experiences. I told Grandpa that, for many years, I had had fantasies of men barebacking my neg raw ass, but only after seeing some of the bareback sites on the 'net was I was finally able to express verbally what I wanted, that when I saw the pictures and stories on the 'net part of me would feel sick, but I would also feel a sexual flush: I'd sweat, retch and feel nauseous, but my cock would be bulging in my jocks and straining for a marathon jack-off session. Seeing he was turned-on by the thought, I continued, saying that sometimes during class I would excuse myself 'cause I found myself looking at my hairy teacher in mathematics, and found myself thinking about him creaming in my young hole. Fucking me up and dominating my body. Afterwards I'd walk around the campus and see some of the other students and think how hot it would be to take all their loads, and I'd start jacking, thinking about some older men with HIV, fucking their poz cocks into my hole and changing my status, pumping their seed deep into my body and converting me whether or not I wanted it. Grandpa replied my fantasies were hot, but he pushed me for specific experiences I had had. I returned his gaze, and blushed, saying that when it came to actual encounters with guys, my experiences were few, and that beyond sucking a few cocks, and having had a few guys come on my face and chest, that I hadn't any stories to offer. Grandpa laughed, saying "That's nonsense. Looking at you, it's clear you have many things to offer, and all you need is a guide, an instructor, if you will. Someone to coach you about sex." I returned his gaze and asked "Will you help me, Grandpa?" Again he laughed, replying "Of course, Adam, I'll help you, boy!" and with that he gave me a rather wicked leer, adding "And now it is time for your training to begin, Adam, so follow me out to the patio. There are a few people I want you to meet." Grandpa led out to the back were a group of older men were sunning themselves. Some wore jocks, while others were fully nude. I noticed one man smiling broadly at me. He was a black man who appeared to be in his 40s. While I couldn't help but stare at his emaciated body, I also couldn't help but stare at the bulging nine inch black snake hanging between his legs. It was massive and I could already feel my ass twitching. Following my gaze, Grandpa quietly remarked "That's Frank" and introduced me to the group. Although apparently some of the residents of the hospice had gone out on a day trip with Trevor, over a dozen men were present on the patio. All were very friendly, and all but one was old enough to be my father or... grandfather. The youngish guy was in his 20's, and I eventually learned he had the supervirus strain, and had been infected when he was 17. After he continued fucking around for a number of years, he found he was getting sicker by the day and hence, he was admitted to the hospice. I looked over the young guy and although wasting, he still had a prettyboy look about himself, even if his face and body were obviously being ravaged by the virus. He commented that if I wanted it, he could help me out, and his strain would help me get over being so nervous about HIV. I just smiled and replied, "Thanks, but no thanks." As we chatted, I noticed Frank looking on appreciatively as he slid his fingers over his enormously long and thick black cock, which had a glob of pre-cum oozing from the head. He smiled and winked at me. I quickly turn away, embarrassed by his blatant invitation. Grandpa looked on, laughed and suggested I make myself comfortable, adding that he needed to go out briefly, but that he'd be back soon. With that Grandpa asked his friends to look after me, and he left the patio. With Grandpa's departure, I felt a bit edgy, but the men were all very nice and accommodating. If fact, several of them were clearly sizing me up, and Frank continued stroking his ever-growing black cock while he looked intently at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of Frank, and not surprisingly kept imagining the different ways I might enjoy his cock. It was just so big and fat. I wanted to kneel there and tongue the fucking pre-cum off it, running my tongue up and down the gooey shaft and lapping at his balls and letting him push me around. Being a black man's toy. The idea appealed to me enormously, particularly given that I had had limited to so few actual encounters with men, and then, never an interracial encounter. And I knew Frank wanted to play with me: I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to fuck his big cock into me and give me his poz cum. Fuck, I bet he had pozzed hundreds, maybe thousands, in his lifetime. Given the appeal of big cock, he'd have no shortage of guys wanting to swing on it. These thoughts ran through my head and naturally I was horny, so I asked where the toilet was, and upon learning it's location, I took leave of the guys. I needed some relief fast: I needed both to piss and beat off. Hurrying to the toilet, I entered the stall and shut the door. Inside I found some fuckrags on the floor, as well as a half-empty bottle of poppers. I took a few deep hits of the poppers and enjoyed the sensation. Of course I had read about them off the 'net but prior to this visit to Grandpa's hospice, I had never tried them, as it had occurred to me the use of poppers is one of the reasons bareback sex is so rampant: guys get all fucked up on substances, lose their inhibitions and do what they really want. But then who gives a shit about analyzing this fuck when the hit takes hold and you get that rush and euphoric sensation coursing through your body? I sat on the toilet, stroking my cock, as I looked through the magazines, taking an occasional additional hit from the little brown bottle. Fuck I was so horny, and wished Grandpa was with me right then and there. I knew I could really use some cock. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I didn't reply, but continued beating off, but then there was another knock. "Occupied" I answered, adding "I'll just be a few minutes," but then the door opened and standing in the doorway was Frank, his cock hanging out, swaying back and forth, pre-cum drooling from the tip. "Oh, I think you'll be in here for some time, Adam" and with that he pushed himself into the toilet. I stared back dumbly at Frank and tried to gauge his smile. I told him I was a bit embarrassed, that I was just sitting there minding my own business, but Frank answered he was having none of that, that he could clearly see what I had been doing, that is, I had been beating my cock while looking to fuckrags, even as I was loaded up on poppers! I replied it wasn't a crime, but undeterred, Frank answered he wasn't accusing me, suggesting that I could use some company. I answered I didn't think that was such a good idea and he gave me an ultimatum: "Tell me that while you're high on poppers, boy!" I retorted I didn't have to do anything, but he replied that if I didn't comply with his orders, he would simply rape my ass and take what he wanted. I looked back at him and knew he meant business, so I did what he said. I unscrewed the lid of the brown bottle and took a deep sniff. "Ahhh that's it kid, take some deep snorts, you know you want to." I took three hits under each nostril and tried to remain steady on my feet as I looked back at Frank, but couldn't think of anything relevant to say. I just looked at him and felt saliva forming on my lips and tongue and realized I was beginning to drool. Frank just looked at me and instructed me to sit on the seat and to feed on his cock. I obeyed. Everything seemed to be moving simultaneously both quickly and slowly, that it wasn't really happening, that I wasn't sitting on a toilet seat and being stripped by a black man at an AIDS hospice and sucking his poz cock, sucking it for all I was worth, running my tongue and lips up and down his pole, and letting him fuck the head of his cock down my throat. God, the sensation was overwhelming. It was better than anything I'd read off the 'net, if only 'cause I wasn't imagining the experience, I was living it: I was having sex with a poz man! *** Frank continued fucking his cock in and out of my stretched mouth. My lips felt like they splitting open at the corners as I struggled to deep-throat the fucker. It went on steadily for some time till Frank announced he was going to fuck his entire nine inch cock down my throat, and he suggested I tell him when I was ready. I was psyched for the challenge but realized I needed more help, so I unscrewed the poppers again and took several sniffs under each nostril and then looked up and him and he asked me "Ready, boy?" I looked back at him and nodded, but he hit me in the face, grabbed a fist full of my hair and tells me to ordered me to tell him when I was fucking ready, not merely to just fucking nod! "I'm ready, Sir!" I grab the cock and put my mouth on it but Frank tells me to wait. That he wants to feed his Poz cock to me. So I sit on the seat beating my cock while looking up at him and he tells me to just put my lips on the end of it and to tell him when i'm ready. I feel a bit uncertain so sniff more poppers to help me loosen up and put my lips on the end of his cock as ordered and say with a mumbled voice "i'm ready" and wait for Frank to start. He simply looks back at me and states "you're a fucking hot pussyboy adam... and soon, you're going to be even hotter" i wonder what he means for a second or two and as the realization hits (along with the popper-induced effect) Frank begins thrusting his fat Poz black cock through my lips and struggle as it quickly fills my throat and i began gagging. "Loosen your throat boy. Pretend you're swallowing some water" i take his advice and slowly feel my throat relaxing to the ever-probing cock in my throat and am soon deep throating it like a pro. Sucking Poz cock like I have been doing it all my life. The sensations are incredible. I greedily thrust my lips back and forth on his Poz cock eager for his seed and soon have my lips, tongue and the rest of my face covered in pre-cum and saliva. Frank just smiles and continues fucking my face. ... after what seems an eternity, Frank tells me i'm ready and tells me to bend over. I don't object. I want cock in my ass now. I feel Frank kneeling behind me and pressing his tongue into my quivering hole and greasing me up with his spit. Feeling his tongue work its way over my hole and into my ass its too much and I feel like i'm gonna cum, but Frank sensing this, tells me to stop beating my cock and to just fuck my ass on his face and I do so. Fucking my neg boy asshole on his AIDS ridden gaunt-laden face. Wondering if he has sores on his tongue and is fucking them into my body? Frank stands back up and tells me to take a good snort of poppers as he's gonna fuck my hole good and I comply. Resistance is futile! And then it happens; I feel Frank pushing his Poz cock up into my ass and realize i'am now like one of the boys that that guy zach writes about on the net. The realization is overwhelming and I feel my cock stiffen further as i feel my ass swallowing up the long black cock thrusting ever upward into me. God I don't know what to think? Just a few days ago I was a normal teen sitting at home reading stories off the net and now here i'am living my own story and being fucked by a Poz cock – at an AIDS hospice. Talk about living fast! But somehow none of that really registers or matters to me now. All that matters is that Poz cock thrusting away in my ass and giving my body to Frank and as I feel him wrap his arms around me and pull me backward, I hear him say to me that he's gonna Poz me up. And just then as i hear the words I start to struggle. I don't want this man's load. I want my Grandpa's!!! He was the whole reason I came to the hospice in the first place. But now i'm a mess of confusion. God I don't know what to think. Does any of it really matter in the end? Do I care who Pozzes my neg hole? I just don't know... As I feel Frank thrusting his big black cock in me, a cock full of AIDS cum, i think of Grandpa and can't help but wish he was here right now fucking me. That was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice – to get bred by my Grandpa. Still, as I feel Frank rutting away in my hole and filling it with his splooge and getting ready to seed me I can't help deny that this feels fucking fantastic. I'm no longer just jacking my cock thinking about some guy pummeling my hole with his AIDS cock, its really happening! And it's so much better than anything than I could have imagined. Feeling my ass take his entire cock and feeling it thrust away inside my neg body. Knowing that he has the power to Poz me if he so decides. That is a very heady feeling. Knowing that my health lies in his hands. That at any moment he can make a life-altering decision for me and that which fucks me, could ultimately kill me. Make me die. Change me from a healthy neg teen into a diseased Pozzed-up cumwhore. "Oh fuck... " i feel Frank's cock thrust in deeper and as it does so, it slides against my prostate and my body is racked with pleasures, the likes I have never known. "Oh god... " I begin thrusting back harder on Frank's cock as I take another hit of poppers and tell him to fucking tear my hole up and shoot his Poz cum into me. I want it so bad. I've never wanted anything so bad... Frank slams his Poz cock in and out of my ass and tells me he's gonna charge my hole. Really fucking give it to me. That i'm just a pussyboy asking for it and with that I feel his cock get hotter in my ass. Maybe it was the poppers, maybe it was the sheer pleasure I was feeling, but I could have sworn that his cock felt hot in my ass just then. And then it happens. Frank's balls draw up and he tells me he is about to cum and then I feel like a loaded gun is going off inside my neg ass and i feel all warm inside and can feel his Poz cum shooting inside my body. Drenching my insides and coating my asswalls with his diseased load. "Oh fuck... " Frank holds onto me and slams his cock back and forth as more cum sprays out of his piss-slit into me. It's never-ending and my hole feels like its taken a bucket full of Poz cum deep inside. I just stand there gasping at the sheer pleasure. Defeated, and wanting more. And then I think of Grandpa. I had thought he would be the first man to fuck his Poz cock into me. But he wasn't. It was this slimy diseased black fucker Frank and his thick gooey AIDS-laden cock. A black man tearing up a white boy's ass. He was the one. God... Frank squeezes the last of his AIDS cum into my neg ass and slowly slides his thick cock out of my ass; telling me that I was a hot fuck and that any time I want some more of that, to just come to his room. I don't reply. In fact, I feel like nothing is really registering. I realize that i'm in shock. I then hear the door close behind Frank and knowing i'am alone, crumple to the floor. It then all finally hits. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Been fucked. Raped. I didn't even ask for it. And yet, I didn't really put up much of a struggle did i? The poppers clouded my judgment and now I have a Poz load saturating my insides like all those boys zach writes about. But this is real. It's not some story i've read on the net. This is my life and its really happening. So I just sit there on the toilet for several minutes collecting my thoughts and then, standing up, notice the pain in my ass. God, its hurts. Frank's cock was so big. Never in my wildest dreams did I think my first time would be that brutal and would be with someone like him. But it was, and now I have to deal with it. I grab some toilet paper and wipe my ass; noticing the sheets of paper are coated with cum and streaked with blood. Shit. My hole is torn. Still, it doesn't really matter I guess. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Poz cum. Does it really matter if there is blood? I suppose not. As I stand there wiping my crack, I decide this is all too much to deal with and after pulling back on my clothes, go back to my Grandpa's room and lie on the bed thinking about what just happened. Maybe all of this is my fault? After all, I was attracted to Frank. Hell, when I saw him out on the patio stroking that big black cock of his, I was spellbound. I'd never seen something so enticing in person before... and that's why I needed to beat off in the toilet so bad. So, why am I upset? I should be happy! Frank obviously liked me as well. That's why he pushed his way into the toilet and fucked my mouth and ass. Made me his. I guess the real problem is that i'm having trouble coping with the fact i've just taken Poz cum and my mind is trying to sort through everything i'am feeling. It's all rushing at me and little of it is making sense. But then, maybe it's not meant to? Maybe this is that primal desire zach writes about so much. Giving into what your body really craves, regardless of what your mind might be telling you. God, I wish he was here so I could talk about the encounter with him. Tell him what i'm experiencing and thinking. I'm sure he'd understand and have some comforting words to say to me. But i'm alone. And there's nobody to talk to. Not even my Grandpa. So I sit here alone thinking about what just happened and as I do, something strange happens. My cock, which has been oozing pre-cum all over my shaft and balls, gets hard again. Obviously, my body likes what happened, even if my mind is still playing catch up. And then it dawns on me. I just had a black man fuck his Poz cock deep in my ass and shoot his diseased cum in me. Fuck. Why the hell am I upset? This was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice in the first place. To get Pozzed. Okay, so my Grandpa wasn't the one who fucked me but then who cares! I have Poz cum in my ass. That's all that really matters. As I think about Frank fucking his big cock into me, I strip down and bending over, work a finger into the cum oozing from my ass and wipe the slime over my full lips, licking the cum off it. It tastes so good. Poz cum. And then it dawns on me, I want some more. More Poz cum in my ass and almost involuntarily I pull my asslips apart and moan. I think about Frank fucking his big cock into my ass again and take a deep sniff of poppers, making sure to get the fumes under each nostril and inhaling several times. "Oh fuck... " i'm so lost in desire that I don't notice the door opening and before I can react, hear my Grandpa's voice. "Adam? What are you doing boy... ?" "Oh my god! Grandpa!" I quickly right myself and Grandpa just stands there watching as I pull my shorts back on. I make up some excuse about being horny but he's having done of that. He tells me he saw cum oozing from my ass. "I've seeded enough holes in my lifetime Adam to know when someone has been fucked. And you my boy, have been fucked!" Grandpa looks back down at me inquisitively but demanding and so I tell him. I tell him how Frank fucked his Poz cock into me and how much it hurt but how much I loved it at the same time. Grandpa, at first, wants to go have a ‘word' to Frank but I tell him no; that would only create a scene, and besides I enjoyed it. Grandpa puts his arm around me and pulls me close. "But Frank's Poz Adam. You realize what that means don't you?" I tell him yes, I do. But that it doesn't bother me. Deciding the moment is finally right, I tell my Grandpa that the only thing I regret about the encounter is that he wasn't the first. I look back at my grandfather and ask him "will you fuck me now?" And he stares back full of lust, and tells me yes. "Drop those shorts boy and assume the position. Its time for Grandpa to fuck you boy" yep u guessed it. "That's it Adam. Spread your ass cheeks for me" i pulled my asscheeks as far apart as possible and bent right down on the bed. My ass high in the air behind me. I felt Grandpa's fingers prying at my hole and him pushing two of them in me and then lapping at the juices on them as he pulled them out. "Mmmm. Frank always does cum a lot" I heard him moan in pleasure before he did something most unexpected... "Grandpa? Wha? What are you doing? Ahhhhh. Oh god... " my Grandpa had buried his face in my hole and was licking out my ass. Sucking around my hole and licking and sucking on Frank's load which was still oozing out of my hole like some bubbly foam. It felt so good. I'd never been rimmed in my life before and never expected my Grandpa would be my first. It felt wonderful. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life eating out his young grandson's ass and working his diseased sore ridden tongue back and forth in the young boy. He loved the taste of cum and though he was a bit mad that Frank had fucked the boy, he had definitely done a good job. Ripping his grandson's ass right up and fucking it with his AIDS load. Grandpa was hoping he would have been the first but he knew when he had left and saw the hungry look in Frank's eyes, that it would have only been a matter of time before Frank pounced and lunged his lethal cock in the boy. And besides, as Grandpa knew only too well, good-looking boys like his grandson Adam were meant to be fucked. That's all that mattered. They should be fucked hard ... and often. And Adam would be fucked a lot in his lifetime. Just looking over his grandson's beautiful body that much was obvious. Grandpa was a randy AIDS fucker and loved eating out the young hole before him but he wanted to do more than just eat the ass. He wanted to fuck it and fuck it hard. He may not have been the first but he wanted his grandson to remember this experience. Given the 1000's that would no doubt follow, that would not be an easy task to be sure, but he was damned if he would give it his best. And besides, Grandpa had fucked many boys like just his grandson in his lifetime. It was one of the reasons he had been so active and notoriously active in fucking young boys up. He had often fantasized about his grandson as Adam visited him over the years and lost count of the loads he had blown in the shower or down the toilet while thinking about ripping those tight blue jeans down and fucking his grandson in the ass. Fucking him with his AIDS cock and making the boy a cumdrenched teenage fuckslut. That's why the revelation from Adam that he had wanted to be fucked by him and Pozzed had been such a wonderful surprise. So Grandpa got some lube from a drawer, and coated his large slimy cock which was sticking out from his groin like an obscene weapon of mass destruction, and pushed it hard into the boy and told Adam that he was gonna fuck his hole up good and proper. Really fuck him hard. He heard Adam cry out and knew it was hurting the boy, especially after the pounding Frank had given him, but he didn't relent. He lunged at the hole and fucked his big cock back and forth in his grandson's ass and told Adam to take several hits of poppers to lesson the pain. "It'll let you take more without hurting you. The pain will turn into pleasure" Adam knew he was right. He was surprised at how effective these fucking little bottles of fucklust were. They were able to be absorbed into the body and make even the most painful experiences pleasurable. They gave rise to the body's natural fucklust and enabled the person to erode their inhibitions. And they felt so good... Adam took several hits from the bottle under each nostril and waited a few seconds for the effect to take hit. Three, two, one... Bingo. "Fuck me Grandpa. Fuck me! Yesssssss... Tear my hole up! Fuck me with your big cock. I want it so bad... " Adam gripped the bedsheets and thrust back at his Grandpa like a diseased whore in a brothel. Which he was in many ways. Getting assfucked by these AIDS ridden fuckers. He wanted all of them. As he fucked his ass back onto the big AIDS cock in his hole, that was tearing up inside his young body, he thought about all the other men in the hospice and how much he wanted them all to fuck his ass. To fuck him with their diseased cocks and fucking spooge all of his holes with their AIDS cum. He wanted it all. It felt so good having my Grandpa's cock finally in my ass. I loved each thrust as I felt the old man fuck his cock deeper into my hole. Every inch of his lethal cock was embedded in my ass and I moaned and snorted poppers like the young whore I was. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. He loved how tight Adam's asshole was. Even Frank's big cock tearing it up and spooging it full of cum hadn't loosened it much. Grandpa liked tight holes. Problem was that good looking boys often lost that as they got fucked repeatedly. Sure enough, Adam, would be just like them. Grandpa knew as much. Adam would be like those boys he had fucked at the clubs and parks over the years with a hole that hung permanently open from repeated fucking but then that was the life of a good looking boy – to get fucked and be of service to anyone that wanted to use them. The sooner Adam learnt that, the better off he would be. Adam thrust his ass back on to his grandfather's cock and moaned as Grandpa gripped his waist and sunk all of his inches deep into his young grandson's hole; savoring every moment. Especially as he had jacked thinking of doing something like this so many times over the years. Now it was a reality. Grandpa fucked the boy in many different positions; he had his grandson lay down on the bed, fucked him doggie-style and got the boy to bend over while standing up. But for the climax he wanted to see his grandson's eyes so he fucked him legs up as his sweaty young grandson lay back on the bed and threw his legs apart and over his grandfather's shoulders. "Oooooohhhhhhh" Adam moaned. "Don't stop cause i'm halfway there Grandpa. This feels ahhhh, sooooooooooo goooooddddd" Grandpa thrust his big cock back and forth in the hole and loved how Frank's Poz load stuck to his cock as he thrust it along the abused asslips. He looked down with a lust he hadn't felt in some time and told Adam how much he loved him and how hot his hole was. Adam just grinned and said to fuck him harder and thrust his ass back onto the cock, embedding it all in his torn ass. That's when it happened. Grandpa felt his balls draw up and as Adam arched his head back Grandpa unloaded in his grandson's willing ass. Drenching it with another load of AIDS cum. He felt his cock spasm wildly and cum shoot out of the tip; saturating his grandson's cum-filled hole. It felt so good. Adam meanwhile was jacking like crazy and wanted to cum badly. He really wanted to shoot his fucking load over his stomach but Grandpa sensing the boy's urgency told him to hold off doing that. That he had a better idea where to shoot the load and bent over for the boy. "Fuck me boy. Fuck your Grandpa" Adam lost in lust didn't even think about it. He just used some of the cum dripping out of his ass, lubed his stiff teenage cock and lunged towards his Grandpa's hairy asshole and fucked his neg cock into the AIDS body. It was a feeling unlike any other. He was now a top fucking an AIDS man. It was incredible. Grandpa moaned as he felt Adam fucking his cock into his hairy ass and knew it wouldn't take long for the boy to cum but he wanted the load to go somewhere where it would become part of him. Adam felt his balls draw up and with a strangled cry, yelled out and unloaded his neg cum into his Grandpa's ass. It was a cum unlike any other. It was the best fuck of his life. Fucking with his Grandpa had been an awesome experience and as the two lay there together sweating and panting, he knew it was only the beginning. That they would share many other incredible adventures together. A new life had been formed.

The Fort was a pub in East London, which was a sleazy, dark old victorian building which held boots-only days on Wednesdays and Saturdays. It was the kind of place no one admitted to going to, but a lot of people did, and you could fuck wherever you wanted, even at the bar, and few people used condoms. The regulars were pretty sleazy too, mostly trolls and one or two young guys like myself drawn to the danger like moths to a flame. Sadly, its gone now, torn down for housing. I had only been there once or twice and on each occasion had come away with a couple of loads in my arse, but I was still neg. Part 1 One Wednesday I went in, paid my fee, and was given a locker key. It was gone 2.30 so the owner had turned the lights down and the music up loud. I could see naked men walking around in the gloom as I headed to the bar for a drink. Someone caressed my arse, and I turned to see a middle aged guy, lean and olive skinned, veins standing out on his wasted thighs and a bulging belly above a long, thick cock with a cock ring around the base. I gave him a timid smile. "Hi." He smiled back "Nice arse," He replied with a slight Italian accent. Something about him mesmerized me, which he seemed to recognise as he guided me over to some chairs. He made me lift my legs and probed my hole with his finger. I was dry and a bit nervous. "Push it out," he ordered, "push it onto my finger." I lowered my legs. "I need some lube" I made to get up to get some when he said "Sure, but no condoms, okay?" He held my gaze and I shivered with excitement and revulsion. I returned to the chair with some sachets of lube. He lifted my legs again, tore one open and smeared the cool lube onto my arsehole. His finger slid in easily and he encouraged me to push my hole open. "They like it like this," he said, "puffy and open pussy, eh?" With his other hand, he smeared lube on his cock and began to jack it off as his finger slid in and out of me. "Are.. are you..y'know, poz?" I asked, my cheeks reddening with embarrassment. He laughed. "Sure!" He said." 20 years and without meds." His finger slid deliciously in and out of me as he encouraged me to open myself until my pussy was gaping and wet. I saw other naked men standing at the bar watching us, their erect cocks testament to the excitement of what they were watching. Suddenly his finger withdrew and he crouched over me, sliding his cock into me in a single, unexpected, delicious rush. "W..wait !..." I gasped, squirming on the hard wooden seat as his cock started to slide in and out. "Okay," he said, and slid out of me, sitting back on his chair and sipping his beer. I was breathing hard, and my hands were shaking with excitement. "How many times you been here?" he asked. "A couple." "Been barebacked?" I nodded in reply. "Well, you better get dressed and go, because if you bareback here you're gonna get knocked up sooner or later," he continued. His words shocked me. T he was right but I also recognised the hunger in me his words created. I sipped my drink, then hesitantly raised my legs. He smiled, leaned forward and thrust his disased cock into me again, sliding it slowly and lasciviously in and out of my hole. "Good." He said. " Good. When you join the club, you won't have to worry any more." He pulled out and grabbed my arm. "C'mon, let's do this right." I followed him to the darkroom at the back of the bar, my legs like jelly and my heart pounding with fear and excitement. Several trolls got off their bar stools and followed us, flabby bodies sweating with excitement. In the darkroom, I could barely see but the man guided me onto a slimey leather bench somewhere in the middle. "Kneel !" He said. I got on to the bench and knelt, resting on my forearms with my arse upraised. He came around and stood before my face, his drooling cock against my lips and I felt his hands reaching down my back, spreading my cheeks and smearing more lube in my hole. I couldn't see a thing, but my other senses seemed heightened and I could smell sweat, cum and body odour as I was surrounded by bodies in the darkness. I felt a hand on my buttock, sliding between the cheeks and seeking out my hole. The italian's hands spread my cheeks further, and suddenly a blunt, thick cock slid into me, and a hairy belly was pressed against my backside. I squealed like a stuck pig, but my friend cupped my face and kissed me in the darkness, whispering that I shouldn't worry, that it was a gift, and after I was pregnant I'd never look back. The man in me was fucking me hard, and suddenly he pushed deep into me and I felt his cock stiffen as he spurted. "Oh..no! " I gasped. But now some poppers were thrust under my nose and I felt my resistance going. The cock left me, I felt a gush of sperm over my balls and knew I had been impregnated. Before I could move, a second cock slid into my wet hole and began to fuck me, as the italian guy fed me his cock and whispered encouragement in my ear. Four or five guys had me, and they left my hole puffy, gaping and dripping. "Now it's my turn." Whispered the guy. " I'm going to give you my babies " With that, he slid around behind me, and I felt his long, firm cock slde up me. I pushed back to meet it, tears on my face, knowing I was lost even as he began to shudder and spurt inside me.....

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

A huge thanks to all the slutty bottoms out there who are more horny than bright! About 10pm on a Friday night I was getting horned up before bed and decided to troll Craigslist a bit. Late night Friday to early morning on Saturday is when you catch the horniest bottoms who just haven’t been laid after a long week at work and probably struck out at the bars. The later it gets, the more desperate they get. I came across a juicy ad with a decent looking guy and a sweet looking piece of ass in pic to boot, which read: ----Walk in door unlocked, lights out, blindfold on and ass up. You walk in, unzip, lube up, fuck as long or quick as you want, cum and leave. Be under 30, send age, height and weight in first email and I’ll send back the hotel address and room#. When you get here, email me and I’ll unlock the door, turn off lights, get face down and blindfolded on the bed before you come in for your 100% discretion. I’ll have the lube and condoms on the edge of the bed for you. Safe play only!!!---- Perfect opportunity for me to get what “I” needed, a load inside a unsuspecting hole. I emailed my stats…minus 10 yrs, 25 lbs and added an inch…who doesn’t and what the fuck did it matter in this scenario. He sent me his location and room# and I was off. I arrived about 20 minutes later at his hotel and emailed. He responded immediately and I headed for the room. He’d put a slip of paper in the lock to keep the door from auto locking and I walked in. It was dark with just one small light on to guide me and I headed for the bed, tossing my clothes into a pile next me I was already hard as a rock hearing just his heavy excited breathing in the silence. I made sure to unzip slowly to intensify the sound, let my belt hit the floor for an extra twitch from him and drop my shoes with a good hard thump. I could tell the anticipation and noises had him completely fucking horned up and ready. I was naked and climbing up behind him as I used my knees to push his legs open further. I grabbed the lube and started dripping it slowly up and down his ass crack generously before tossing the bottle to the side and starting to let my fingers wander all around that ass crack to find my target. He was already moaning load for me before I started to slide a finger inside him. I said “let’s feel that warm hole of yours” and started to rubbing it, fingering him and then sliding two fingers inside him to start stretching that hole a bit. He was slowly moving his ass a bit and completely into it when I grabbed the condom wrapper and tore it open. I spit out the wrapper and then made noises with it in my hand before snapping it. All the sounds he wanted to hear to be safe as I just held the condom in my hand for later and lubed up my bare dick for him. I aimed for that hole and slowly slid right in, no resistance, no idea he was getting bred and all the pleasure I needed to get off and get off HARD inside this horny fucker. I started fucking him and nice pace and enjoying the ride for a while until I needed to blast that load. I pushed a hand down on his back as I picked up the pace and raised my hand with the condom to my mouth. Using my teeth I started tearing the end to get a nice big hole going for my exit ploy and once I had a big and obvious tear showing I came like a fucking demon inside him and just left my dick pulsing and buried. He raised his head off the bed but blindfolded and not turning back said “Oh God, you were wearing a condom right? Did I feel you cum inside me?” I quickly said “I used it and started pulling out. I pulled my dick through my wet dicked hand to get it slimed up and then turned it back on him saying “Oh fuck, did you give me a broken condom, DAMN IT YOU ASS!” tossing the condom on his back so he could feel it was wet. “If this was your plan, you’re fucked up…I’m leaving and you better fucking stay there like you promised so I can just get the hell out of here without the anonymous part being a damn lie too!”. I got dressed lightening quick as he stayed on the bed blindfolded but now begging and swearing that was an accident and he didn’t do it on purpose. I just huffed a “Fine, whatever!” as I headed out the door giving an just enough of an aggravated attitude that didn’t scare him but kept the tables turned and then fucking grinned my ass off all the way down the hall and into the elevator. Sometimes it’s just too easy. Thanks again to another dumb fuckhole!

Part 1. As I slowly regained consciousness, the first thing I felt was pain--excruciating pain, deep in my stomach and my asshole--that shot through my body in waves. Next came the ripe, musky smell of sweat, followed by the sounds of men having sex. I opened my eyes. Everything around me was dark and blurry, but I could make out a huge shadowy figure looming over me. I instinctively knew that everything I was feeling--the pain, the smells, the sounds--was coming from this enormous man, and I realized that I was being raped. I tried to scream, but my mouth wouldn't open. I tried to push him away, but I couldn't move my arms and legs. I realized then that I was paralyzed. The only part of my body I could control were my eyes. All I could do was watch in horror as this brutal beast tore apart my insides with every stroke of his burning hot cock. "Aha!" he suddenly snarled, noticing my eyes were open. His face then took on a frightening cruelty and viciousness, and he punched me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me and causing my anal sphincter to tighten around his cock. He started thrusting into me even harder, shouting at me in a coarse, guttural language I didn't understand. And then, as if out of nowhere, I heard a familiar voice. "He's calling you a dirty whore... a worthless faggot," the voice hissed, "He says he's ripping you open... and when he's done... no one will ever want you... you filthy cunt!" I knew that voice. I tried in vain to turn my head, to see where it was coming from. "Don't bother trying to move, Allen," the hate-filled voice continued, "We've pumped you so full of drugs you won't be able to move for at least another hour, while Ibrahim the Beast here rips your asshole to pieces." "And you're going to love every minute of it, you nasty little cunt" hissed Will's voice, "aren't you, little brother?" --- Six months earlier --- I was born and raised in San Francisco as the fourth, unplanned child of ex-hippies, who were almost 50 by the time I was born. My parents called me their "miracle baby," and pampered me so much that by the time I turned 16, everyone called me "Her Highness" behind my back. It didn't help that even as a junior in high school, I still looked like a girl: 5'5", 120lbs, blond curly hair, and soft, nearly hairless ivory-white skin. Everyone but my parents thought I was a spoiled, whiny little princess, but I never got teased or bullied growing up because they all respected and feared my older brothers--Jack, Neal and Will--who were already in their late 20s by the time I was born. Like so many children of liberal baby-boomers, my brothers rebelled by becoming conservative. Against our parents' wishes, they joined the Catholic Church, played high school football, registered as Republicans and, when the First Gulf War broke out in 1990, enlisted in the U.S. Army. They came back from their tours in Kuwait as tough, hardened men who rarely ever smiled. Jack, the eldest, became a math teacher and football coach at our high school. Jack was the only brother to get married, but his 4-year, childless marriage to a fellow schoolteacher ended in divorce when I was about 2 years old. Neal, the second oldest, joined the San Francisco Police Department and quickly rose through the ranks to become captain. Neal had plenty of live-in girlfriends over the years, but never got married. Will, the third son, initially followed Neal's footsteps into the SFPD, but later joined the FBI; after 9/11, he left the FBI for a secretive job at Homeland Security that had him constantly traveling around the world. Unlike me, my brothers were also incredible specimens of manhood. I had clearly inherited my mother's genes, with my willowy frame and pale, delicate features, but my brothers took after my father, whose ancestors were from Lebanon and Syria--they weren't tall (about 5'10") but they were all built like brick shithouses, with black, curly hair covering nearly every inch of their muscular, burly bodies, and while I'd never seen them naked, I couldn't help but notice the flashlight-sized bulges in their pants. I grew up admiring my brothers from afar. They had all left home by the time I was born, and while they dutifully protected me from the bullies at school or in the neighborhood, they otherwise kept a polite distance. That all changed about a year ago, a few months after I turned 16. Our parents, who had patiently put up with my childish, selfish behavior for so many years, were tragically killed in a car accident. Since I was still a minor, it was decided that my brothers (who were in their early 40s at the time) would act as my co-guardians until I turned 18. Since Will was still traveling a lot for work, I was to spend half the year living with Jack and the other half with Neal. While our parents' death was devastating for everyone, I took it especially hard. I decided that I didn't want to be the good little "princess" any more, and started acting out--sneaking out at night and hanging with the "street kids" in our neighborhood. Most of these kids were gay runaways who made a living on the streets hustling or selling drugs, and I found myself being drawn to the danger, the excitement, and the hot sex that their lives promised. --- Meeting Antoine --- I was especially drawn to Antoine, a tall, skinny 23-year old black guy from Houston who was the unofficial leader of the local street gang. He supplied the rest of the kids with drugs (to use or sell), escorted for a bunch of white guys who couldn't get enough of his big, black cock, and made enough money to rent his own apartment near the Castro. I first met Antoine at a sex party in his apartment. I was invited by two street kids I used to hang out (and fool around) with sometimes--Manuel, a short but muscular 20-year old Salvadoran with visible gang tattoos, and Luis, a scrawny but tough-looking 18-year old Mexican from Fresno. There were four other guys at the party when we arrived--four big, black thugs. One of them, the tallest and best-looking of the group, got up and walked over. "Hi, I'm Antoine," he said, flashing a big smile and immediately putting me at ease, "and you must be Allen. I've heard a lot about you." He was tall--almost a foot taller than me--and strong, and when he draped his arm around my shoulders and walked me over to meet the rest of the guests, I felt safe and protected for the first time since my parents had died. "That there is Omar," he said, pointing to a 30s-ish dark-skinned man sitting on the couch with his shirt off, showing off a sinewy, heavily-muscled chest. "He's a good ni#$a to know; if he likes you he'll hook you up with anything you need and everything you want." Omar leaned back on the couch, looked me up and down, and smiled. "Nothing not to like so far," he said. "And those two motherfuckers fucking around with my party supplies," Antoine said, pointing to a couple of light-skinned thugs with matching face tattoos, "don't like it when I give out out their names to white boys they don't know, so you can just call them Master X and Master Y for now." The Masters, as I later came to know them, were bent over the coffee table measuring out white crystals into small plastic bags, and didn't look up. Antoine turned to me and asked, "so Manuel and Luis tell me you like to party, yeah?" I smiled and nodded sheepishly. I'd smoked weed before, but the Latino boys had recently introduced me to molly and poppers, which I absolutely loved. The fact that Manuel and Luis had then "taken advantage" of me by spit-roasting me only made it hotter. Antoine laughed, grabbed my right hand and brought it down to his crotch, where I could feel a huge cock starting to uncoil like a snake. "Baby, look what you're doing to me already," he said. "We are gonna have some fun tonight!" Antoine then turned to Manuel and Luis and told them to give me some weed and molly, then take me into the bathroom to get ready. Half an hour later, freshly partied up, cleaned out, and hurriedly spit-roasted again by Manuel and Luis, I walked back into the living room wearing nothing but a jockstrap. The lights were turned down, and the TV was playing black-on-white porn. Antoine, Omar, and the Masters had taken off their clothes and were sitting around the coffee table blowing thick, white clouds. Antoine looked up and called us over. "Allen baby, why don't you come here and suck my dick," he said with a devilish smile, then ordered Manuel and Luis to start servicing Omar and the Masters. I walked over to Antoine, eyeing the uncut brown snake resting on his lap. As I got down on my knees, his enormous cock grew even bigger, lengthening to about 12 inches in length and about 7 inches around. As I reached out and carefully raised his cock to my mouth, a line of clear pre-cum stretched from his lap to the gorgeous reddish head peeking out of his foreskin. I leaned over, stuck out my tongue, and gingerly licked the pre-cum from the tip. Antoine shuddered, and sank deeper into the couch, closing his eyes and moaning. I slowly pulled his foreskin back and started licking the creamy cheese underneath, taking my time to savor the taste. As I started to wrap my lips around his cockhead, Antoine pulled my head back up. "Hey baby," he said, "if you're going to take all of my dick we're gonna have to get you ready." He grabbed a bong from the coffee table and started heating it in front of my mouth. Looking down at the white wisps circling the bowl, I felt unsure of what I was doing for the first time that evening. "I'm sorry," I said sheepishly, "it's just, I've never done Tina before." "Oh baby," said Antoine with his beautiful smile, "there's nothing to worry about. Nobody here is going to hurt you; this'll just make it more fun for everyone." I looked down at his cock, which was starting to wilt. "It's not that I don't trust you," I said, "it's just, I'm worried about getting addicted." "Who said anything about getting addicted?" Antoine said loudly, the first hint of a frown on his face. In an even louder voice he continued, "Baby, with me, Omar and the Masters in the room you don't have to worry about nothing! We're all here to make sure you have a great time, right?" he said, looking over at his other guests. They all looked up and nodded. Antoine turned back to me and said, "All you got to do, baby, is relax, stop thinking so much, and just do what I tell you, okay?" I nodded and took his cock back in my mouth, determined not to disappoint this big, strong, beautiful, amazing black man. As I began licking his shaft like an ice cream cone, however, out of the corner of my eye I saw several pairs of feet approaching. Everything that followed happened so quickly that I didn't have time to react. Antoine suddenly grabbed my head and pulled me off his dick while the other guests grabbed my arms and legs; Antoine then leapt to his feet and ordered the others to turn me over and hold me down. As I lay on the floor struggling to break free, I suddenly felt a sharp, unbearable pain in my balls that made me shriek out loud--but only for a second, as Antoine quickly shoved a damp, rank athletic sock in my mouth to muffle my screams. Antoine was now on top of me, one hand covering my mouth and the other gripping my balls. "Allen baby, you just gotta calm down a bit," he said in a calm, soothing voice, "the pain will go away as soon as you stop struggling. I don't want to hurt you unless I have to, and I won't have to hurt you if you'll just calm down and listen to me." He leaned in and whispered into my ear, "Shhh, baby, that's right, just calm down and shush for a moment and I'll make the pain go away." And once I stopped struggling, he gently kissed my cheek, and whispered, "That's a good boy, Allen, that's it. You're such a good boy." Antoine and the other guests gradually loosened their grips until there was no pain left, as Antoine had promised. He then turned to Manuel and Louis and told them to get the first slam ready. "We wanted to ease you in at first, baby, but since you've been acting like such a bitch tonight, we have no other choice but to start you off with a slam," he told me as Omar tightened a leather strap around my arm. "It's going to be a bit intense at first, baby, and you'll probably have trouble breathing for a couple seconds until you start coughing. But then you'll feel the most intense rush you've ever felt in your entire life, and everything we do to you will start feeling so good, baby, you won't ever want us to stop!" "Now close your eyes for me, baby, for just five seconds," he said, gently biting my neck at the same time I felt a small pinch in my arm. "Now count to five with me... one... two... three... four..." Before we got to five, however, I felt Omar loosening the leather strap around my arm, and I suddenly understood why people call it slamming. As Antoine had predicted, after a few seconds of feelings like I couldn't breathe, followed by a short coughing fit, wave after wave of searing hot pleasure, unlike anything I'd ever felt before, slammed into me like a ton of bricks and started radiating through my body, and the room around me felt brighter, as if my brain had abruptly reset my eyes' brightness level to maximum. And then, just as quickly, my senses start coming back down to earth. The waves of pleasure and joy were replaced by a ravenous, insatiable hunger for sex--I suddenly found myself wanting a never-ending stream of humongous horse cocks shoved up my ass and crammed down my throat, unleashing rivers of ni#%a cum into every orifice of my body. I started jacking off with my right hand, then spread my legs and raised my knees so my left hand could reach my asshole. "Oh god, fuck me, Antoine!" I gasped, desperately finger-fucking my pussy, "please, please fuck me! Fuck me over and over again; and pass my nasty used cunt around!" "Yeah, baby?" Antoine teased, "you wanna get raped, is that it? You want your sweet little boypussy gangraped by ni#$a cocks?" He swatted my fingers out of my asshole and shoved his entire 12-inch cock up my chute in one monstrous stroke. I screamed out in pain, but Antoine just covered my mouth with his mitt-sized hands and shouted, "Shut the fuck up, you filthy little whore! This is what you were begging for, so this is what you're going to get!" --- To be continued ---

Married sty guys are like most regular guys. They need to spread their seed. Any hole will do, and I am happy to provide mine.

Hey Redneck, yes I have been to GHC. It is cool...lots of dark action too. I always get loaded each time I go. They have a group of room with glory holes too, a few private rooms with a mattress, and of course the open and dark maze play areas. All is good. Want o meet and go together sometime? Last time I was there (few weeks ago) the guy who was fucking me asked me I wanted his dirty seeds and I moaned back yes. As he exploded in my ass, he said he was poz and not on meds with a high viral load. When he pulled out, I asked him if I could suck him clean. He stuck around and planted a second load of his seeds in me before he left. I think I am still neg, but looking for more poz seeds to knock me up.

I know this married guy that I used to fuck around with on occasion. Started with just mutual blowjobs, jerking off each other and jerking off together. One evening he called me to go over to his house, his wife and 3 kids werent at home (Ive been friends with both him and his wife for years). We smoked some pot, and drank a little bit, and he finally admitted that he wanted to fuck me. (all the years Id known him he said he couldnt fuck a guy, but didnt have problems with the rest). Anyway, within the first five minutes he'd broken 2 condoms and said he didnt have any more. I told him I wasnt to worried about it and to go ahead and finish...well, he did! Without the rubber, he went fairly primal and while he was fucking me he was telling me things like "I havent fucked anyone this hard in a long time!" and "I dont even get like this with her!" After about a half hour or so of VERY hard, rough, sweaty fucking, he ACTUALLY asked me where I wanted his load! Naturally, I told him just to cum up in me (which, for some reason REALLY surprised him!) Just as he was starting to climax, he said "Im gonna cum so deep up your ass that if you were a chick, youd get pregnant!" And "When I blow its going to be so hard youll be able to taste it!" He shoved deep and hard and I felt his cock twictch and throb and I could feel every pulse of cum spraying in me! When he finished he admitted that he never thought it would be so hot to cheat on his wife like that, and hadnt cum that hard in a long time! I felt really good about myself! I left about an hour after that, and as I was leaving, his wife and kids were coming around the corner. I thought to myself as I waved at them how funny it was I was leaving full of his cum, and that she would be getting loaded later without any clue his cock was up my ass earlier! Anyway, I guess my moral to the story is that if a married straight-ish guy can find another guy to unload in, hes going to, just for the sheer fact its cheating and the sex is really fucking intense! In fact, I think most married straight guys think that if its with another GUY its not really cheating!

i went down that path about a year ago. no regrets on this decision. Taking cum from men in need is my calling

Dirty jocks and socks. I always fuck with socks on, and usually my jock that i wrote "Cum Dump" across the back of, Tops love seeing that, especially at a bath house! Love to trade sweaty cum stained jocks with other pigs!

Well, I did my first truly anon hookup and was surprised how much hotter it was and felt even better! Oh and I've extended my vacation here for a week xD. I responded last night to a Craigslist ad by a 49 y/o black guy. No pics were ever exchanged, but he said he was 6'2", ripped body, and hung about 9" thick, and only fucks raw and never pulls out. I decided to take the chance and go to his place. I was ordered, via his last email, to enter his apartment (door was left unlocked), strip naked and place my clothes in a pile next to the front door, and get in position on his couch (face down in a pillow, on my knees, and as up). Then I was told to cough when ready. I did that, and I then heard a room door open and footsteps. Damn I was so nervous I was shaking! He slapped my ass cheeks with his dick, then with his hands. He then commented something to effect, "I'm gonna destroy this tight little ass". He rimmed me for what felt like an hour ... very surprised but glad he did, as I needed to be loosened up. I then heard a bottle open, and then felt four fingers wet with lube going in my hole. Haha he rimmed me so well that his fingers slid in (still tight, but easy enough with no pain or too much resistance). Well, he roughly fingered me for a few minutes and pulled out. I felt his head at my hole, and then he handed me poppers and said "Trust me, you'll need it". So I took six deep hits per nostril and I was fucking horny as fuck and real high. Once he saw how fucked up I was with the poppers, he slammed in what he said was only about 3" ... it felt awesome but it was so sudden I tried to push him away. Haha his post did say he's a dominant rough top, so he held my hands down on my back with one hand and grabbed my left hip worth his other ... pulled out and just rammed in balls deep in one forceful thrust. He didn't stop or slow down at all, just started roughly fucking my as in long strokes. "You like daddy owning your hole? Remember you only good for a cum hole". Omg that only turned me on even more. I started thrusting my ass back as he continued his rough assault on my ass. I was so turned on by all this that I moaned loudly and came all over his leather couch. He then ordered me to use my right hand to collect my load and eat it. He fucked me for about 30-minutes in total and then slammed home and pumped a nice big load in my ass. He only came once but he did rim me and suck out some of his cum. Only after he said to leave did I get a glance at his body ... damn he was right: ripped bod, and he only looked like he was in his early 30s. Best fuck by far ... ever!

Last night in Doha, Qatar, outside in a car park by a Moroccan "straight" dad. He fucked me in his car with his quite thick dick and left a pretty hefty load in me.

This is the kind of cum dump bareback bottom I want to be for Poz daddies!!!!

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 14 We were on a mission to expand our poz family and infect as many guys as we could in the process. By the weekend Coty had taken 4 more doses of my potent venom, and he planted his seed in me 3 times. Zak arrived early Saturday morning, and the weekend turned into a poz fuck fest. I invited Jonathan to my place for the weekend. By Saturday night Zak and I pumped Jonathan and Coty each with two loads of our toxic seed in their cunts. Jonathan and Coty swapped the last of their neg loads, and Zak and I planted our poz cum into each other. If we didn’t charge them up directly, Jonathan and Coty would infect each other with our DNA. Saturday night we went to Kruz for drinks. To our surprise Coty slipped in and was not carded. All four of us sat at the bar loaded with poz cum and tipped our beer. We shook bar dice. The first one out got to dump a load into the person who lost. In the first round Zak shook 4 sixes all day and he was out. Now who was he going to get to knock up with his toxic load? The second round Jonathan shook 4 ducks in one and it was down to Coty and me. My cock was fixed on charging up Jonathan and Coty so every load counted. I hoped to beat Coty, but the third round ended in a tie with 4 fours all day. The shake on the tie ended with 3 threes from Coty. I shook the dice and lifted the cup slowly; an ace, an ace, and a four. As much as I wanted to win the round I think Coty wanted to lose. I looked at Coty with an evil grin and laughed. “Bend over bitch….daddy’s home,” I said. Zak grabbed Coty by the hand along with the empty beer bottles from Jonathan and myself, and disappeared into the side hall bathroom. “Those two can get a little added bonus,” Zak snickered. He filled each beer bottle half full of piss then Coty topped the two bottles off with his beer piss. “Since you’re still pretty tight, I’ll go easy on you this time, kid.” Zak slipped his Prince Albert ring out. “Bend over the sink, kid….a deal’s a deal.” Zak spit on his cock and lubed up Coty’s hole. A mixture of dirty cum gushed from Coty’s cunt as Zak plowed in balls deep. “Fucking sweet, kid. I love breeding your ass, especially with it already loaded with cum.” Zak pounded another load into Coty before giving him an added bonus too. He pulled his cock out and bent over the sink. “I want that beautiful cock in my ass, kid. Give me your cum.” Coty mounted Zak in a flash. With one rough thrust the full length of his thick cock was buried deep in Zak’s cunt. Zak’s sloppy hole took Coty’s massive cock with ease. “Damn you’re getting good at this, kid.” The poz cum in Zak’s ass sloshed along Coty’s shaft with each plunge into his used hole. Coty’s balls quickly pulled up and he shot his thick spunk into Zak’s guts. Coty slipped Zak’s Prince Albert ring back into Zak’s cock and tightened the ball to the end of the ring. “Sweet….full service,” Zak said then tucked his cock away and zipped up. Coty and Zak returned to the bar and handed us each our bottle of piss to guzzle, and we gulped their sweet nectar into our bellies. By Sunday night we were rimming each other’s asses lapping up the mix of cum and ass juice dripping from our wrecked cunts. Zak and I each pumped another load into Jonathan and Coty. They returned the favor and each dumped their seed into Zak and I. We pissed down each other’s throats and drenched each other with our urine. It was a sweaty, cum filled, piss drinking and soaking weekend. We stunk of a mixture of piss, cum, and sweat. It was pig heaven. Jonathan spent the weeknights at my house the following week. I seeded Jonathan and Coty with my toxic cum every night. They were becoming inseparable, sleeping together most nights. I could hear them in the spare bedroom filling each other’s holes with raw cock and cum; boning me up as I drifted off to sleep. By the following Friday my phone again dinged with a text message. “Hey Zeek….finally finished my gono treatment.” “Awesom, Ian….looking for more toxic cum?” “Crawling the walls I’m so boned up for it.” “Pump any more loads into Brian?” “No, but plan on it this weekend.” “Come get loaded up tonight.” “Awesome…..I’ll tell Brian I’m meeting buds for drinks.” “Okay….I’ll give you a drink of my piss from the tap….LOL.” Jonathan and Coty were sucking each other’s cocks on the living room rug when Ian arrived at my house around 7pm. I greeted him at the front door naked with a hard on and a smile. “Get in here pig,” I demanded. I introduced Ian to Jonathan and Coty. “It’s all cool,” I said. “We’re all like-minded pigs.” “Oh….are you guys poz yet,” Ian asked? Coty replied, “Not yet, but we’ve been taking a lot of charged cum. We just got loaded up again last night.” “Fucking hot,” Ian replied then was immediately lip locked with Coty. We quickly stripped Ian naked and while Coty made out with him, Jonathan slid Ian’s cock down his throat, and I buried my tongue in his ass. Ian was in pig heaven. To kick off our Friday night fucking we moved to the bathroom and all four of us pissed all over each other. The smell of piss is erotic to me. It always bones me up big time. We spent the next several hours in a sweaty pile of sweat, cum, and piss stench sucking, fucking, kissing, and rimming each other. The faint taste of piss remained on our bodies, an added bonus on our tongues when sucking and rimming each other. My focus was now on Ian. I made sure to dump two loads of my poz seed in his cunt, hoping he would soon convert and then infect Brian. By 11 pm we each took a load of cum and fed each other our piss. Exhausted, we all drifted off to sleep in a tangle of flesh on the bed. Ian woke around midnight, and the two of us slipped out of bed to the sofa. I bent him over and pounded his ass in a poz verbal exchange before loading his cum-filled hole with more of my demon seed. My cock slipped from his hole and globs of cum dripped from his cunt. “One for the road,” he said laughing. I told him Zak would be arriving early in the morning if he wanted to get loaded up with more poz cum. He kissed me goodbye and thanked me….said he would see me in the morning, then left. I crawled back into bed and curled up with Jonathan and Coty. I woke early in the morning to Zak slipping into bed with Jonathan, Coty and I as he curled up with me. “Morning, babe. I can tell you had a hot night. You smell like cum and piss…..yum.” “Yeah, we did have a hot night. I loaded Ian with 2 more loads of poz cum too. He wants more from us today.” Coty rolled over in bed. His morning wood flopped against his abdomen. “Holy fuck, that monster seems even bigger today.” Zak crawled over to Coty and slipped his hard shaft into his mouth. Coty woke and shoved his cock to the back of Zak’s throat. “Hi Zak. I’m happy to see you,” Coty said as he stretched. Zak pulled Coty’s cock from his mouth. “I can tell,” he said, then licked Coty’s hard shaft. “Better be careful playing with that or you’ll be drinking my morning piss.” Zak slipped just the head of Coty’s cock into his mouth and sucked at his piss hole. “I’m warning you,” Coty said. By now Jonathan woke too with his own morning wood. Zak continued to tease Coty’s cock with his tongue. “Ok…..here you go,” he said. Coty pissed down Zak’s throat and Zak drank every drop. Jonathan batted his eyebrows at Zak and stood his cock straight up. Zak slid over to Jonathan and slipped his shaft down his throat. Zak held the head of Jonathan’s cock in his mouth, and Jonathan let go with a full stream of piss down his throat. Zak gulped down Jonathan’s piss then pulled his jeans off and stroked his boned up cock. “Fucking yum,” he said then rolled Jonathan onto his belly and buried his tongue in Jonathan’s cum filled hole. “Oh fuck, you guys….so fucking sweet,” he said lapping up cum from Jonathan’s cunt. Zak pulled Jonathan to his knees. Cum dripped from his hole, and Zak slammed his cock into Jonathan’s gooey cunt. With each thrust into Jonathan, cum slurped around Zak’s shaft and dripped onto the bed. Coty spread his ass cheeks, and Zak buried his fingers into Coty’s cunt. His fingers were immediately drenched with cum and ass juice, and he licked them clean while plowing his cock into Jonathan. “Oh fuck…..you’re getting my first toxic load right fucking now.” Zak’s cock throbbed and spewed his dirty seed into the cummy mix in Jonathan’s ass. Still rock hard he slid his cock from Jonathan’s hole and pulled Coty like a slab of meat to his cock. He pressed the head of his shaft to Coty’s cunt and plowed in. His cock bottomed out in Coty’s slick hole with ease. “Fuckin A, your cum filled holes feel so fucking incredible on my cock.” He pounded his cock into Coty and fingered Jonathan’s sloppy ass. He again lapped up the cum from his fingers, pushing him to the edge once again. “Fuck…..you ready for my poz load, cause you’re about to get it?” “Fuck yes….poz me up.” Zak plowed his cock in Coty, “Take my toxic seed you pig.” Zak fired off his poz cum in Coty’s cunt then buried his tongue in his ass, again tasting the mix of cum in Coty’s cunt. While Zak was fucking the guys Ian was texting me. “Morning Zeek.” “Hey Ian.” “Last night was so hot.” “Zak is here. When are you coming over? We need to breed you again.” “I’ll be there in about an hour….just got up. I’m feeling a little off this morning.” “Off?” “Just don’t feel quite right. I was too hot last night. Sweating bullets….couldn’t sleep.” “Converting???” “Not sure. Either way I’m horny as hell for your cum.” Awesome….cum get our loads. Seal the deal.” Ian showed up around 10:30. We all grabbed a late breakfast/ early lunch since we planned on fucking for several hours. Zak and I lined up the guys on the edge of the bed and took turns fucking our 3 hot chasers. Their holes were still sloppy, and slurped and drooled our toxic seed as we repeatedly plowed into their asses. By mid-afternoon each received another toxic load and all were soaked with piss to add to their strong stench. Zak slipped a butt plug into Jonathan and Coty. “We need to keep that seed in your holes guys. Let your bodies take in our dirty cum.” Zak then buried his tongue into Ian’s cunt and plowed his hungry hole to give him one more seeding. By the time he injected Ian with another dose of venomous cum Ian was looking quite rough around the edges. He rolled over on the bed with cum leaking from his ass. He shivered with chills and felt feverish to the touch. A wave of nausea hit and he dashed to the toilet to heave his guts out then curled up next to the porcelain God. I sat on the bathroom floor at Ian’s side, and he rested his head on a pillow on my lap. I checked Ian’s temperature….. 101.8. The guys stood in the bathroom doorway stroking their hard shafts. “I think you’re converting Ian. This looks like the ‘fuck flu’ to me,” I said. Coty burst out, “Fuck, way to go, Ian.” Ian’s cock throbbed fully erect. “This is fucking weird. I feel horrible yet I’m all turned on.” I chuckled, “I was the same way.” “You were?” “Yep, I was sick for about a week, but all boned up over it.” “Fuck.” “How about we get you to bed?” Ian nodded and we helped him to my bed. I reassured him, “Don’t worry. You’ll get through this. We’ll take care of you.” We spent the rest of the weekend shooting our dirty seed into Jonathan and Coty, and taking the last of their neg loads in our cunts. Opposite our poz fucking we checked on Ian, but let him rest as much as possible. Saturday night Brian was texting Ian. “What’s up, Ian? Haven’t heard from you all day.” “I’m sick in bed.” “I’m coming over.” “No. It’s just a bad flu bug. I don’t want you to catch it.” (He thought at least not yet anyway). (Ian’s cock boned up at the thought of pozzing Brian). “Are you sure? I don’t mind.” “Yes, I’m sure.” (Curious if Brian had any symptoms of gono, he text)…..”You feeling ok?” “I feel fine…..Hope you feel better…..I’ll check on you tomorrow.” “Good…..Thanks Brian.” Ian laid his phone on the nightstand and thought to himself…..maybe Brian slipped by without getting gono, but he soon would be taking charged cum. Ian spent the week in bed at my house. Brian called or text daily to see that he was okay, not knowing he was actually at his gifter’s home, lying in my bed seroconverting from my HIV virus. We split up time between Jonathan, Ian and myself to make sure Ian was doing okay and keeping up with fluids and the little bit of food he could eat. Opposite attending to Ian I continued to plant my virus in Jonathan and Coty, and like hungry vultures, they swapped loads and lapped up cum from their used cunts. I was definitely in the daddy role, but I still bent over for my boys to take their cocks, and got loaded up with their cum during the week too. By the weekend, Ian was a little weak but starting to feel better. He was jacking off all week knowing his cum was now fully charged to breed. Saturday he contacted Brian and set plans to get together that night to watch Netflix. If he had his way Brian would be taking his first dirty load of cum from Ian. The anticipation of his first charged breeding had Ian half boned up driving to Brian’s. They selected a movie from the thriller category, made some popcorn and cuddled up on the sofa together. Ian could hardly concentrate on the movie. He lounged in Brian’s arms with his head resting on Brian’s shoulder. Going commando felt more erotic to Ian, especially on this night. His cock strained against his jeans rock hard. He caressed Brian’s thigh and intentionally brushed against his cock several times. Brian’s shaft stiffened and throbbed. Ian grasped Brian’s hard cock and unzipped his jeans. He pulled Brian’s meat out then stood before him and stripped naked. Ian’s juices were already flowing, and charged precum dripped from the head of his hard shaft. Ian’s cock bounces with excitement. “I want to breed your ass again,” he said. Brian said nothing. He stood up, stripped naked, and dropped to his knees before Ian. He extended his tongue to the drop of precum dangling from Ian’s cock getting his first taste of Ian’s poison. He then slid the full length of Ian’s venomous snake down his throat and sucked his cock. Ian thrust his hips forward extending his cock deeper into Brian’s mouth. Ian tilted his head back and closed his eyes, savoring the moment. “Fuck yes,” he sighed and exhaled slowly. Ian pulled Brian to his feet and ebraced him in a passionate kiss. He caressed Brian’s back running his hand down to Brian’s firm ass. He grasped Brian’s butt cheek and stroked his fingers up Brian’s ass crack massaging around his hole. Brian stepped back from Ian, squat on the sofa on his knees and arched his back. His ass cheeks spread, and his cunt begged for Ian’s cock. “Fuck me…..fuck me bare,” Brian begged. “I want your cum in me.” “I’m going to breed your hole,” Ian said (thinking to himself…..and infect you with my poz cum). Ian licked around Brian’s cunt then worked his tongue deep inside. His cock throbbed against his grip as he stroked his toxic meat, smearing his precum along his shaft. He stood behind Brian with the head of his cock just inches from Brian’s cunt. He gazed at Brian’s neg hole then looked at his poz cock. His pole again bounced as his muscles flexed down his shaft. Precum dripped from his cock head onto Brian’s cunt. Ian spit into his hand and worked his fingers into Brian’s hole then like a ravenous predator he grabbed Brian by the hips and thrust his cock into Brian’s neg cunt. Brian screamed in pain and clenched onto the sofa. “Fuckin A that hurt,” he yelled. “Take it easy.” “Sorry,” Ian said. “Guess I got carried away looking at that sweet hole.” (Ian thought to himself: That should tear you open for my virus). Brian’s tight grip on the sofa relaxed as the burning pain deep in his ass subsided. Ian withdrew the full length of his cock, and the corners of his mouth curled up into an evil grin. A tinge of red blood streaked down his shaft. He slowly watched each inch of his poz shaft slide back into Brian’s cunt before repeatedly pounding his stiff cock deep inside. “Oh, fuck, yes,” Brian mumbled. “Fuck you feel good in me.” “I want to shoot my load in you. Give you all my cum.” Ian Buried his cock all the way into Brian’s hole then pulled Brian’s hips tight to his body and ground his meat deeper inside. “Fuck…..I’m leaking all my juices in you. You’re getting your cunt filled with my cum soon. Want it?” “Fuck, yes…..give me your cum.” “Are you sure you want it?” “Yes. I want it all.” “Oh, fuck…. I’m getting close.” Ian pounded harder and faster into Brian. His cock thickened and his taboo thoughts pushed him to the edge. “Oh FFFUUUCCCKKK,” he burst out and Ian’s toxic cock spewed its venom from his piss hole. His cock continued to throb and fire off more demon seed. Ian continued to pump Brian’s cunt to sew his seed into his gut. (He thought to himself as his cock erupted: Take my DNA….Feel my HIV in your body forever). Ian pulled his shaft from Brian’s ass. A small glob of toxic cum dripped off the lip of Brian’s cunt, and Ian’s cock throbbed at the sight. Brian flipped onto his back and eagerly slammed two fingers into his cunt as he stroked his hard dick. He pulled his cum sloppy fingers from his hole and buried them in his mouth as his cock stiffened and shot off his load all over his chest and face. “Fuck that was hot,” they both said at the same time. “Jinx,” Brian said and nudged Ian in the arm with a chuckle. Ian said, “Fuck, I have to piss….want it?” Brian panted, “Let me catch my breath first.” Ian grabbed his phone and called out as he raced off to the bathroom, “Then I’m dumping this one down the toilet.” While in the bathroom Ian sent a text to Coty, “Brian’s poz load count: 1……<EG>.” While Ian was taking a piss Brian sprawled out on the couch with his hands behind his head and let out a pleasurable sigh as he closed his eyes. Little did he know Ian’s cum he held in his gut was laced with HIV. The following week Ian pumped another 3 poz loads into Brian’s hole. He soaked Brian with his piss twice and even emptied a full bladder of urine down Brian’s throat. Ian even took Brian’s load in his cunt and fed it back to Brian. Maybe Brian was more of a pig than I expected. Friday night I took time for Zak and me and drove to Chicago to spend the weekend with him and his daddy, Charles. We spent the weekend at the Chicago Museum of Science and Industry and recharging each other’s holes. Little did I know that all hell was breaking loose back home. Ian bred Brian’s hole with another load of his toxic seed Saturday night. He again ran off to the bathroom to send a text to Coty, “Brian’s poz load count:….. 5.” Brian’s phone lit up with a message from Ian. He expected it to be a goofy text. He swiped his phone, opened the text, and was immediately stunned. It read: “Brian’s poz load count:….. 5.” Brian froze. His jaw dropped, and his heart sank. “What the fuck??!!” he yelled out loud. Ian didn’t realize he mistakenly sent the text to Brian instead of Coty. He returned to the kitchen to find Brian staring at his phone in shock. Brian held the phone out toward Ian, “Is this some kind of sick joke?” Ian read the text message. His eyes widened realizing the enormity of his mistake. “Uh…..I’m sorry…….I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.” “Find out this way,” he angrily asked? “Then it’s true? You’re HIV positive?!! You’ve been fucking me bareback!! And you’re sorry?” Ian tried to explain. “I tried to resist this turn on, but I couldn’t any longer.” “What some turn on for poz guys?” “I hoped to bring out your pig side, that maybe you would have the same turn on.” “Hoped I’d have the same turn on? You didn’t give me a choice did you?” “I’m sorry…..I love you, Brian.” “Don’t even……,” he yelled!! He grabbed Ian by the arm and shoved him toward the door. Ian fell to the floor. “Just get the fuck out,” he yelled!! Ian grabbed his things and the door closed behind him. He stood on the front porch and sobbed. Brian stood at the kitchen cupboard trying to wrap his head around what just happened. Tears rolled down his cheeks. “FFFUUUCCCKKK,” he yelled!!! He grasped the glass next to him on the countertop and threw it across the room smashing it on the wall.

Paul must have fallen asleep from the sheer exhaustion of the fucking he had just received. He awoke to find a hand over his mouth and someone ramming their cock into his ass. Paul tried to escape but to no avail. It seemed he was pinned down - the heavy weight on top of him - his arms unable to move and his legs forced apart. "Wakey wakey slutboy - I'm back - and I've brought a few more friends along for you to service with that cunt of yours" It was the voice of "The Top" Paul more awake and beginnig to take in the situation - there seemed to be 3 guys in the room with him - "The Top", the guy currently fucking his hole and another guy on his right side holding down his arms. "How you liking that fuckhole, Jack?" "The top" asked.. "Fucking loving it - hot and full of cum, just how I like it - Where did you find this one? "Fucker was advertising on the net for a top.....Ï know a few tops" The Top said with a laugh - the other guys joining in with him. Paul lay there - his ass being violated by a good sized cock - unable to move or resist. Paul let the situation take over him and began to relax and let the moment carry him off ... he began to fuck back..matching each thrust of the guy fucking him...what was his name...Jack..yeah. Jack was fucking him deep and Paul could feel the length and girth of that cock in his fuck-hole. Jack began to fuck Paul faster now.."Fuck, I'm gonna shoot!" and Paul felt Jack's body spasm as his cock pulsed inside his ass - filing it with a fresh load of cum. Jack thrusting had and slow...making sure that cum drained deep into Paul's ass. "Right, my turn "the voice on Paul's right said. Jack pulled out of Pauls hole, and was quickly replaced by another fat cock "Have I got a load for you, slut!" the new voice said This new cock showed Pauls hole no remorse - another fat cock was now causing friction is his cum filled ass. This new guy liked to fuck with deep thrusts - pulling all the way out and then thrusting hard back into Paul ass. He didnt last long - within 5 minutes the new guy was slamming another load of cum into Paul's ass also making sure that every drop remained deep in that hole. The guy lay on top of his for about 10 minutes after he was done - his cock slowing shrinking out of Paul;s hole Occasionally whispering into Paul's ear "You fucking love that dont you slut? ..... SO much DNA inside that ass .....You are going to be carrying all these guys that have fucked you for the rest of your life....dirty little fuck whore...." As suddenly as it started Paul was once again alone - he heard the door close - managed to drag him self of the bed and locked it. As Paul walked to the bathroom he could feel the cum running down his legs. In the bathroom Paul looked over his should at his ass in the mirror - bent over and pulled his cheeks apart...his whole was red and gaping - cum filled every crevice...he pushed his ass out and a waterfall of cum splashed onto the floor. "Damn" Paul said - "I really and a cumdump now" Paul limped back to his bed - tired and truly fucked - he looked at the clock - 3:36am - damn he had been fucked for nearly 6 hours..... Paul climbed into his cum stained sheets - pulled them over his head and went to sleep. He wondered what the morning would bring.....

They need to get totally into it. As well as his girlfriend!

It was like a vision from hell - the dim, red glow from the bar, the loud pounding music, and the pale sweaty bodies and grinning faces surrounding me. They were like a pack of dogs with a bitch in heat, fighting to get at my helpless body as I lay in the sling. I felt lube being smeared over my hole and then someone pushed their way into position between my legs and I was staring at a skinny, balding man with hollow cheeks and piercing eyes. His arms were like sticks as he grabbed my thighs with his boney fingers and thrust his cock into me. It was long and thin and slid easily into me like a snake, and then he began to slide it slowly in and out, pushing the sling back and forth to meet his thrusts. His body was mostly in shadow from the crowd around us, but then someone dipped their head to suck my cock and a shaft of red light from the bar fell across his wasted body and I saw the biohazard tattoo on his belly. My heart froze. Although I had been fucked by men who said they were poz, this was definately the real thing and I knew I was being fucked by someone who was not only poz, but looked as if they had AIDS. I started to panic a little. What was I doing? Then Terry's face thrust against mine and he kissed me so long and deep it left me breathless and excited. "Shhhh now," he whispered. "Don't it feel good to have that poz cock in you?" I groaned as the man's thrusts were faster, more urgent and I could sense he was about to cum. Terry grinned evilly at me. "It'll soon be over, matey. Don't fight it. Just accept." He bent and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth and his hands around my face as the top in me gave a loud grunt of triumph and I felt the wetness around his pulsating cock and knew he was infecting me. I groaned and shuddered with the filthiness of it, kissing Terry back with hunger. I had never been so excited. "Good, good." He whispered. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" I could only nod as he glanced back and watched the next guy climb into position and slide a fat cock into my dripping hole. "Here comes the next one - I wonder who the daddy will be?"

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 12 While Ian was thinking devious thoughts over Sunday brunch, Zak and I showered and were discussing plans for lunch when my phone rang. “Hi mom.” “Oh, Isaac, you’re home.” “Actually, I am home…..remember this is a cell phone so I can be anywhere and get the phone call?” “I was going to leave a message on your answering machine, but I’m glad you’re home.” “Mom…..” I was going to try to explain again that my phone is portable, but I decided it was a losing battle. “Yes, Isaac?” “Nothing….How are you mom?” “I’m fine…..Your father is fine too. Anything new Isaac?” (Thinking to myself) Let’s see…..I have gono. I just had the fuck flu after taking my boyfriend’s poz seed repeatedly. I have a new biohazard tattoo. I have a hot poz boyfriend that I just infected with gono. I just tested poz at the free clinic. I’m fucking Betty’s son’s boyfriend to poz him so he can poz Betty’s son. I was just a total slut at the baths and got fucked by Zak’s daddy. I have a waiter friend that Zak and I are trying to gift. I’m doing every taboo thing except fucking the dog across the street from me. “Nope, nothing much, mom….Enjoying my weekend.” “If you’re not doing anything, we haven’t seen you for dinner in a few weeks. Why don’t you come over tonight. Your father would love to see you.” “I have company this weekend, mom.” “Oh, anyone I should know about?” “Just my boyfriend, that’s all.” Zak gave me a funny grin and whispered, “JUST your boyfriend.” I chuckled and motioned to Zak, “Shhhh.” (Here it comes……) “Oh, Brian is there with you? I knew you two would be good together.” “No, mom, Brian is not my boyfriend. I told you I already have a boyfriend.” “Oh, well, boy you switch boyfriends fast. What happened to Brian?” “Mom, Brian was never my boyfriend.” “Well why did you let me set you up on a date with him if you already have a boyfriend?” I wanted to scream…… “Like I had a choice in the matter, and I did tell you I have a boyfriend.” “Well, what was so wrong with Brian?” “Nothing was wrong with Brian. He’s a nice guy.” “So you went on a date with him?” “Kind of…..we had drinks and caught up…..” “Well, I hope your boyfriend doesn’t find out you snuck around on a date with someone else.” “Mom!!..... You need to stop playing matchmaker….that’s all.” “Why?” “Because, now you set me up on a date when I already have a boyfriend, and you set me up with a guy who already has a boyfriend too.” Sounding depressed, “Well, I just want you to be happy, Isaac.” “Mom, I told you…… I am happy. I’m happy with Zak.” “Who is Zak?” “Zak is my boyfriend.” “Oh, so Zak is there now? Well, why don’t you bring him to dinner tonight? Your father would love to meet him.” I whispered to Zak, “Mom wants us to come over for dinner tonight.” Zak glanced at his tattoos, rubbed his long beard, smirked and quickly nodded and mouthed, “YES.” With an uncertain quirky look toward Zak, I replied, “Ok, mom…..he’d love to meet you both.” With excitement in her voice, “Oh that’s great, Isaac!! Now don’t be late, you know how your father likes to have dinner on time.” (Thinking to myself) Am I ever late for dinner, mom? “Don’t worry we’ll be there on time, mom.” Ian took another bite of Amaretto French toast and thought to himself…..Why do I find chasing poz cum so hot? My ass is loaded with charged seed, and all I can think about is taking more. I can’t get enough of it. I want to poz so badly. This is so fucking erotic….. it feels so right being a cum pig. (He uncrossed his legs and shifted in his chair before crossing his legs once again. The sensations in his cum filled hole made his cunt pucker around the butt plug and caused his cock to twitch several times in his pants). Brian took another sip of his Mimosa and interrupted, “Earth to Ian…..” Ian’s glazed-over look vanished, and he reached for another sip of his bloody mary. “You were miles away. Are you alright?” He smiled and sighed, “Yeah, couldn’t be better.” Brian chowed down his Smoked Salmon Benedict, “MMMM, this is so good…… So, last night was pretty wild, huh?” Thinking he may have somehow been caught cheating Ian asked, “What do you mean?” “Well, all those tattooed, leather men at Kruz.” “Oh….. that, yeah….. some awesome eye candy.” “And I hear before I got there they had a flogging demo…..bet that was interesting.” “I’m sure it was…..uh….. quite stimulating.” (Ian’s cock again stiffened a bit more). “Did you get there in time to see it?” “I was quite close to the action, yes.” “So, is that something you could get into?” Ian was a little surprised at his question. “Oh, I think I’d shock you.” “Oooh,” Brian teased, “I’ll take that as a yes.” “You seem excited by that.” “Well, maybe I would shock you a bit myself.” “Oooh, frisky…….Bring it on, but be careful…..you may get a whole lot more than you bargained for.” “I can’t wait to find out.” Ian thought to himself…..Maybe Brian’s a bit more of a pig than I originally thought….this could be fun. Zak and I pulled up in front of my parent’s house. This would be interesting. Not only was this my first time bringing a guy home, but also a guy with a long beard and full of tattoos. “So this is it, huh, babe? The place where you grew up.” “Yeah, this is it…..nothing special, but it was home. Just remember, take my mom with a grain of salt. She can be opinionated and kind of set in her ways.” “I know. She’s a character. I’ll go easy on her. It’ll be fine, babe.” I put my arm around Zak and walked toward the front door. He wore jeans and a cut off t-shirt. We stopped on the front porch, and while kissing Zak the door opened. Startled, I said, “Oh……Hi mom…… Mom, this is Zak.” Zak was on his best behavior. “Hi, Mrs. Alberts.” “Call me Edith.” “Ok, Edith.” “Well, don’t just stand there on the porch…..come on in. Dinner is ready.” Zak walked into the house and was immediately greeted by my dad. As I walked past my mom, she whispered, “You didn’t tell me he was like that.” “Like what, mom? Gay? That’s why I was kissing him.” My mom hit me on the shoulder with the dish towel in her hand and followed me into the house. Zak sat across from me at the dinner table. My mom emerged from kitchen with mashed potatoes and gravy and set them on the table. She turned to go back into the kitchen and stopped in her tracks. She stood behind Zak and reluctantly placed her hands on his shoulders and said, “So, Zak, um…..” I looked at my mom corner-eyed and thought to myself here we go….. She continued, “You may want to tuck your beard away……it may dangle in your gravy.” She pulled Zak’s beard over his shoulder. “There you go,” and she disappeared into the kitchen only to reappear with a dead bird on a serving platter. Zak looked surprised, but just sat and grinned at me. My dad added, “You know, I remember Winky Schmalling had a beard like yours back in ‘58 or ‘59. He got it caught in some farm equipment. Then he had one eye. His name was Joe, but we always called him Winky after that.” Zak chuckled a little, “Well, I hear farm equipment is more beard-friendly these days, but I’m not a farmer.” My mom chimed in, “So, do you have a job, Zak?” “Mom!! Of course he has a job.” My mom finished adding, “....I only asked because I hear old Mr. Harper down at the garage is looking for help tinkering with those cars like he does. He hires your kind down there,” pointing to his beard and tattoos. “Oh….. I don’t mean the gay thing. I don’t think the guys down there would go for that.” “What’s that supposed to mean, mom?” “Nothing….I’m just making conversation, Isaac.” “It’s ok, Zeek. No, Edith, I’m not looking for a job.” Sitting down at the table my mom tucked her napkin neatly onto her lap. “So, what DO you do, Zak?” “I’m a tattoo artist.” “Oh, you’re not at that shop on Forest Home are you? You know the one on the news that had the dirty needles?” My dad butted in, “Edith, that shop closed down over 6 years ago.” My mom said, “It’s just like those dirty Chinese restaurants. They get shut down and then the same people reopen the restaurant three blocks away and change the name from Ching’s to Chang’s.” “Mom that’s ridiculous, and you know it!!! And stop sounding so prejudiced.” “No, I have my own shop in Chicago, Edith, and it’s very clean.” “Zak did all my tattoos,” I said. (Thinking to myself) Including my biohazard tattoo. My dad added, “Oh, so you did Isaac’s tattoos. Nice work.” My mom said, “Nice work? It looks like the inside of a demon’s church.” Looking at Zak, she added, “No offense, I’m just not crazy about the desecration of your temple thing.” “Well, thanks anyway, Walter,” Zak replied. “I think Isaac’s sleeve turned out quite nice.” My mom said, “I don’t understand people wanting to mutilate their bodies that way.” “That’s your perspective, mom. Just because you don’t like them, doesn’t make it wrong.” Zak said, “Tattoos can be very therapeutic, Edith.” “So can taking a stiff shot of Brandy, but you don’t see me doing that,” she replied. “Edith, I give some people tattoos that have meaning behind them. It could be in memory of someone or resolution to a tragic event in their life or something, and it’s very healing.” “That’s sweet, but just because I love something doesn’t mean I want it on my flesh or my temple so it were.” My dad added, “Well, you love our mailman, Herb. Maybe he’ll pose for you.” “Yeah, I bet you would like to wake up seeing his face next to you every morning.” “Well, you do have a point there,” my dad mumbled. “Edith, see this tattoo.” Zak was pointing to a tattoo on his arm of a girl with a halo. “This is a tattoo for my sister who died in a car accident when she was 7.” “How sweet,” my mom said. “Please pass the chicken, Isaac.” My dad interjected, “Oh, Zak, do you have other brothers and sisters?” “I have a brother.” “Oh, is he normal,” my mom inquired? “Mom!! You mean we’re abnormal?” “You know what I mean, Issac. Is he regular?” “So now we’re irregular?” “No, you know what I mean.” “It’s gay or straight, mom. Not normal or abnormal and regular or irregular.” “Yes, I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t mean anything by that.” “Mom, the more you say, the worse it gets.” “Well, anyway, your dinner is good, Edith. And my brother is straight. He’s married with kids.” “Thank you, Zak. And there’s nothing wrong with being gay. You just miss out on having children is all.” “Well, gay people can still have children, Edith.” “And some of us don’t want to have children….whether straight or gay, mom.” “I know, Isaac. I just wish I would have some grandkids……that’s all.” My mom sipped her coffee then continued eating her chicken dinner. As we were getting ready to leave my dad shook Zak’s hand and pulled him into a hug. He whispered something to Zak then said, “I’m glad we met the man in my son’s life.” He then hugged me as well. Zak said, “Edith, thank you again for dinner. Zeek, I’ll be outside by the car.” My mom turned to me and gave me a hug. “Well, that went pretty well, huh?” “Pretty well? After that I’ll be lucky to still have a boyfriend tomorrow. Thanks, mom.” “Oh don’t be ridiculous. He loved my chicken.” We left my parent’s home in silence. After a few blocks driving I said, “I’m sorry for all that, Zak. Now you know my mother. She can be a little much.” “Don’t worry about it. I have thick skin, babe.” “So what did my dad say to you when he gave you a hug?” “Oh…..just that your mom has some quirky ideas at times, and that her bark is worse than her bite.” “Well, she does mean well, but her mouth is going to get her in trouble one of these days. She comes across as prejudice, but I know she isn’t. Her thinking is a bit……. old fashioned at times.” “I actually kind of like her, babe. She is set in her ways, but she just wants what’s best for you.” He chuckled and added, “Like my poz cock shoved deep in your ass.” I laughed as I glanced over at Zak and rubbed my hand on his thigh. He locked his hand into mine and held on. While we “enjoyed” our dinner with my parents, Ian was ready to find out a little bit more about Brian’s pig side. They arrived at Ian’s apartment. Ian led Brian to his bedroom. Brian was always into safe sex when they played, but that was about to change. Ian decided he wasn’t going to give Brian a choice. It was time to push the boundaries a bit. Ian was always more on the submissive side, but his new found taste for poz cum fueled his desire to dominate Brian. He pulled his shirt off over his head. His cock throbbed rock hard while his ass puckered tightly around the butt plug holding the toxic babies in his cunt. Ian made out with Brian and rubbed Brian’s throbbing cock through his jeans. He pulled his tongue from Brian’s mouth. “Time to see just how far you’re willing to go.” Ian stripped Brian of his shirt, and dropped Brian’s jeans to the floor. The head of Brian’s hard cock protruded from the edge of his jockstrap. “I see last night’s event inspired you. Nice jock, pig. Now kneel on the edge of the bed.” Ian fumbled around in his walk-in closet and returned with lube and his favorite suit tie. He approached Brian from behind and secured the tie around his head to blindfold him. Ian then unzipped his own jeans, dropped them to his ankles, and kicked them aside. He pushed Brian onto his hands and knees on the bed and lubed up his cunt with a squirt of J-lube. Ian worked his fingers into Brian’s hole, scraping the edges of Brian’s cunt, priming him for the impending assault. Brian groaned and his cock throbbed. He thrust his ass onto Ian’s fingers, and helped work them inside. “Are you ready to open that hole up?” “Fuck, yes,” Brian replied. Ian reached behind and pulled the butt plug from his cum filled ass. Poisonous seed dripped from his cunt and the cum-slick toy. He slipped two fingers into his sloppy cunt and removed them drenched in poz semen. He first smeared the virus-laced slime on Brian’s hole. He then worked the head of the wet plug into Brian’s cunt, sharing some of the toxic seed he carried in him all afternoon. He shoved the plug deeper into Brian, pushing the DNA into his hole as it opened him up. His cunt engulfed the plug and puckered around the base. The sight made Ian’s cock stiffen and throb. His boyfriend just got a small taste of the virus he longed to infect him with. Ian repeatedly pulled the toy from Brian’s cunt and shoved it back in, smearing the poz cum across his tightly stretched cunt lips. With the butt plug removed from Brian’s gaping hole, Ian squat down behind Brian and buried his tongue into Brian’s cunt. He cupped his hand below his own hole and squirt more poz seed into it. He grabbed the lube bottle, and instead of lube, dripped poz seed onto Brian’s open cunt, then worked it in with his fingers and pushed the plug back in. Brian’s cunt sealed tightly around the plug, unknowingly working the toxic seed into his gut. Ian reached under Brian and stroked Brian’s cock with his cum-slick fingers. Brian’s cock throbbed against Ian’s grip. “You like that, don’t you, pig,” Ian asked? “Fuck, yes. That feels so good.” Brian worked his hips, feeling the sensations of the plug buried in his ass. Ian bit Brian’s ass lightly, then cracked him on the ass with a cupped hand. “Time to fuck you, pig, and you’re going to take it all.” “Fuck, yes….I want your cock in me.” Ian reached for a condom and tore the package open so Brian would hear. He then dropped the condom to the bedroom floor. He pulled the toy from Brian’s cunt. “Ready for my cock, pig?” “Fuck I want to feel you inside me.” “Are you sure?” Brian buried his face into the bed, “Yes, please fuck me.” Ian rubbed the head of his shaft across Brian’s slick cunt lips then applied pressure. The head of his cock opened Brian’s used hole and quickly slid in. With one quick thrust of his hips Ian plowed all the way into Brian’s hole. Brian gasped in agony as Ian tore across his intestinal walls. Ian pictured the virus working into the lining of Brian’s intestines with each plunge of his cock inside. Brian began to meet Ian’s thrusts as the pain turned to pure pleasure. “You like that dick buried in your cunt, don’t you, pig?” “Feels so fucking good.” Ian already felt a stir in his balls. “Fuck, I’m getting close. You like that bare cock in your hole?” Brian was shocked, “Bare cock?” Ian gave him no chance to back out. “Take my cum, pig.” He slammed his cock deep into Brian’s gut and fired off his seed, hoping he was already poz himself. Brian’s cock reacted to those words as a huge load of semen shot from his shaft onto the bed. Ian pulled his cock from Brian’s cunt and slammed the butt plug back inside. “Keep that seed in your hole all night, pig.” Ian pulled Brian to his feet, keeping him blindfolded, and led him to the bathroom. He shoved him onto the toilet. “I’m not finished with you yet, pig.” Ian stood a few feet from Brian and pissed all over his face before drenching his body in urine. Brian licked his lips as piss dripped from his face….tasting Ian’s urine. Ian lapped up the piss from Brian’s chin and slid his tongue up to Brian’s lips then buried it in Brian’s throat. After a long, passionate kiss he lined up his meat to Brian’s face. “Open your mouth and clean off my cock.” Brian obliged and sucked Ian’s dick clean before Ian removed Brian’s blindfold. Brian said, “Holy Fuck….what got into you?” “You wanted to see my pig side. You got a taste of it.” (Thinking to himself) And a bit of toxic seed in the mix. “Damn, that was hot. So you like fucking raw?” “I love it….the only way to play for me.” “Ok, I want more of that,” Brian added. “Oh, you’ll get more…..believe me, you will.” Zak returned home to Chicago, and I started my antibiotics. He waited until later in the week to start his meds after he experienced symptoms of his gono for a few days. Work kept me busy in an otherwise uneventful week until Thursday. My test results were in. My HIV viral load was 500,000 and my CD4 count was in the middle 400 range. My gonorrhea test results were not in yet, but we already pretty much knew I had it, and the antibiotics seemed to be doing the trick. Then Thursday evening I received an interesting text………

Part 2 My friend led me out of the darkroom to the bar and bought me a drink. I could see men looking at me and wondered which ones had bred me. The owner stood behind the bar leering at me as I ordered a beer. "newbie, eh?" He said. I felt sperm dripping from me onto my leg and thought "not so new anymore" but just nodded and flushed under his gaze. His name was Bill, and he had owned the place for about 20 years, apparently. He smiled at my companion. "Haven't see you for a while, Luigi." Luigi shrugged and downed his beer. "See you later, kiddo." He wandered off and I felt used and discarded. Bill leaned over and kissed my cheek. "never mind, love. He's a bit of a bastard." I felt movement next to me and turned to see an oldish man, about 60 or so, heavy set with drooping tits and a straggly beard. Bill said "Whats your name, kid?" I told him Ian. "Ian, this is Terry. Been coming here for 10 years and is the dirtyist sod here." The spunk dripping down my leg and the warmth of the body next to me has got me hard and Terry grinned at me. "Nice," He said. "Luigi just broke the lad in, and he's feeling a bit confused. Give him a ride and make him feel better, eh luv?"

I am a breeder here - Always looking for my next asss

Will power will only carry you so far when base drives are involved. The amount of "tip" tends to become more in repeat sessions and usually lingers longer too. Non sexual frustrations adversely effect will power too. The frustration may just be a matter of having "one of those days." Consider: He wants it raw and the bottom has indicated he can have it that way. Getting off will help him forget all of the bullshit he has had to put of with lately, which he really wants to do. Under the circumstances, that God damn piece of latex is yet another annoyance. Not only will it keep him from getting the most out of the experience, he has to go dig around and find one, try to get the fucking thing open while he has lube on fingers, or be careful not to cut the rubber if uses a knife or scissors. By then his hard-on will have dwindled making it harder to get the fucking thing on. By then he will have started to worry about looking incompetent to the bottom he wants to impress. For fucksake he might get more out of jerking off! But he has enjoyed the bottom the last two times they have been together and doesn't want to send him away disappointed. He's good company and after such a shit day, he could use the human contact. So he'll suit up and plow him. But he's going to do that "just the tip" thing first while dreaming of sliding in bare because it will make him good and hard and more likely to stay that way while fetching and fumbling with the fucking rubber. The bottom's ass looks even more inviting than usual for some reason. Feels more inviting than usual too. Nothing is said but plenty is communicated. The top senses that the bottom somehow intuitively knows his frustration and is empathizing with him. Without words he seems to be saying: "I get it bud. It's alright. You don't have to wear one if you don't want too. I don't take cock in my ass much, raw or wrapped, but I can tell you're a good man and I want to help you out. I know it would make your week to fuck a raw hole. I want to be able to make that happen for you. I want you to feel good and I know that few things in the world feel better than sliding your au-natural cock into a warm wet manhole!" The nonverbal interaction reminds the top of why he loves sex with men. There is something about the mutual understanding that comes from having the same parts and drives that seems to free men from judgement when they are with their own kind that makes him feel connected to some sort universal brotherhood. No time to manscape during a busy week - instead of thinking of him as some kind of lazy slob, another man would think nothing of a little natural growth on a man with a demanding schedule. Not getting a chance to shower before hooking up - we all get a little a sweaty and musky sometimes, no big deal. Yellow stain in a pair of tighty-whiteys - what guy hasn't gotten in a hurry and forgot to shake? Or worse, had to sit through the most boring three hour presentation imaginable with a week’s worth of cum weighing down his balls and a fucking dripping hard-on that won't quit and that you can't do anything about. Can't even give it a good squeeze. Case in point though, the man underneath him, without speaking a word, seem to be telling him it was alright. Using a condom might be the civilized thing to do, but men have animal urges that can difficult to override at times. Every once in a while, they get the better of you. What man, at some point in his life, hasn't lost the ability to resist the natural urge to slide bare into a warm wet cumhole and deposit his sperm deep inside it as evolution intended? Sensing that his new friend understands that and doesn’t think of him as some perverted swine for wanting to do what nature had hardwired his balls to do is oddly affirming. That kind of assurance is something a man can only get from another man and he appreciates it on a deep, personal level. Unfortunately, it also makes him want to give in to the primal need to push past the ring his cock is nestled at the entry of. The bottom has his own battle to contend with. Though he would love to feel that cock inside him bare, he senses the top's reluctance and doesn’t want to coax him in to doing something that might fuck with head later. He has developed an admiration for the man who has the tip of his hard cock right inside his outer ring and senses that a deeper bond could easily develop between them and he does not want to jeopardize the possibilities. However, that same admiration and attraction makes want to take his cock raw even more. He wants more than anything to make his buddy feel good in the best possible way. Give him an outlet for all that pent up repressed masculine desire. Without even making the conscious decision to do so, the bottom rotates his hips just enough that half of the top's cock slides inside him. Caught by surprise, the top's body reacts on instinct and he drives forward, sinking the rest of his sex starved rod into that oh so sweet hot spot between his man's legs. Feeling the top shiver slightly and groan from the intense pleasure he feels cranks up the bottom's desire to feel the top's stiff throbbing prick enter him over and over again. Now he doesn’t just want the raw cock inside him, he want the man's seed, his very essence, too. Another deep groan from the top makes his skin tingle, his balls tighten, and his own cock starts to drip. Brief moment to adjustment and he gives him a full but slow penetrative stroke and holds still. Feeling his new man’s uncovered cock nestled against his prostate gives him a floating feeling in his balls and ass. Looking over his shoulder he sees the struggle written all over his stud’s face. He has enough strength to keep himself from thrusting again, but not enough will power to pull out. “You’re clean right?” he inquires. “Yeah,” the top answers after delivering another full stroke. “Just let get a few strokes in” he says sounding almost like he’s pleading in a subtle way. That hairy little pink hole feels like warm silk wrapped around his cock. Top’s subtle plea melts the bottom’s heart and weakens his resolve to ask him top not to cum in his ass as he was planning to do just in case. He understands that this powerful man is at his mercy. To deny him the few minutes of unrestrained pleasure that he badly wanted, had practically begged for, seemed like an inhuman option. A few strokes later and the top flatly mentions, “I guess I better go get that condom.” However, he continues to slide in and out of the unbelievably hot asshole that’s giving him so much pleasure. The two men’s eyes meet. This time the top’s plea is silent but obvious. “Please tell me I can finish riding you bare just this one time. Come on man. Don’t make beg.” “Keep fucking me” is all he needs to hear!

Chapter XV Steve and I Got back to the motel and, once in the door to the room, collapsed on the bed laughing as we did. Omg, we had just teamed up to stealth breed an old enemy of his. It had been an extremely hot time and both of our cocks were soon hard as can be rolling around and talking about what we had done to him. Steve didn't know if it would take on one time but he said I saw a rip at the edge of his hole when he pulled out and there had been a little red on his cock from the way he had pouned the guys hole, so it might just do it on one time. It soon got us so hot, we had to get rid of our clothes. Our laughter died down to moans of delight and we rolled about on the bed. We were both so turned on it didn't take long before Steve's magnificent cock was buried to the hilt in my ass. He pounded me hard again and I was coming in a hurry and when I did the contractions of my ass fired him off too and he filled me with another load of his poz cum. The rest of the week I got a lot of work done and at night Steve would fuck me at least twice per night. I seemed to never get enough of his magnificent cock in me and filling me full of his cum, which made me cum every time he did. Here we are now on Friday and my work is done. Problems solved and time to leave and go home, to what? Now, all my worries are back and what are my feelings. I think I still love my wife but do I, or not, and I love Steve, but is that really right for me. It is a little late now to worry, but it is there anyway. Steve being HIV positive and me letting him fill me daily with his toxic cum. Not only Steve, but friends of his and wow, in two weeks from totally straight to, what, gay?, bi?, who knows, and probably around 3 dozen plus loads of poz cum in my ass. I knew I had to go back home, but to what is the question. I consider myself to be honest so I would have to tell my wife all. Not sure how that will go or how I want it to go yet. Steve and I had talked already and he was going to continue on now with his little hitchhiking trip. He would be gone for at least another couple of weeks. We would stay in touch by phone and when he got back we could decide on what to do then also.

that story was fucking hot and i lose 2 more loads of my toxxic cum. and yesterday i shared my toxic blood with another aids hungry mate

One time cruising the rest area of the parkway I met a guy, he took me to the construction site he worked at in a trailer. He looked like a str8 cowboy and had a southern accent. I think he was married. I blew him, I was in an office chair lifted my legs and told him to just stick the head in. He liked it so much he put the rest in and fucked me good and raw.

This is a fucking hot story......I love the way he turn into a slut

CHAPTER 2 – THE POOL PARTY Dalton’s family has a private backyard with a large pool—or mostly private, anyway. Our two houses are perched next to each other on an embankment that juts out from the street like a natural cul de sac, effectively separating us from the other lots in the neighborhood. A fence runs along our shared property line, and we planted a thick grove of trees to give both houses a greater sense of seclusion. Not that it matters. Brian and I are voyeurs, so “seclusion” is a relative term. Before Dalton moved in, we lived next to a family of five, and the Dad was a silver fox type who would jack off in the Jacuzzi when he thought no one was watching. We discovered it by accident: one summer evening, we happened to be fucking a boy under the stars when we heard a sharp grunt from our neighbor’s house. We sneaked over to the property line just in time to see the silver fox climbing out of the hot tub, his impressive erection still at half-mast. The next evening, Brian and I cleared out a few spots in the foliage where we could have an unobstructed view of our neighbors’ backyard without fear of discovery. Then we sat next to the fence and waited, passing the time by jacking each other’s dicks; before long, I was wrapping my mouth around Brian’s thick shaft while he worked two fingers into my fuckhole with generous globs of Tina-laced lube. My ass began pushing back on him, squeezing his fingers as if trying to swallow his hand. Finally, he pulled me off his dick and fed me the fingers he’d been working into my hole. As I slurped greedily on the taste of my chemmed-up guts, Brian stared into my eyes with his trademark combination of adoration and amusement. “Oh, my hot little piggy,” he whispered, “I sometimes forget what a trashy little chemwhore you are.” “Not only that,” I replied. “I’m your trashy little chemwhore.” He flashed an evil grin before sliding his fingers back inside my hole, this time working a little rock of T into the liquid warmth already radiating from my ass to my cock to my nips. At last, when I couldn’t wait any longer, I removed his fingers from my ass, positioned my hole directly above his precum-slick cock, and lowered myself onto my man’s throbbing shaft in a single hungry downward thrust of my hips. Just then, as I was fully impaled on Brian’s twitching raw cock, the silver fox walked onto the adjoining back patio. Within a matter of seconds, he dropped his bathrobe—revealing a muscular mid-40s physique with salt-and-pepper fur—and sank into the hot tub. His head fell back; his mouth dropped open. And then his right shoulder began to shake as he beat his meat, unseen by us, beneath the surface of the water. Almost by reflex, I began milking Brian’s dick with my hole as I watched our neighbor stroke his cock. Then my husband wrapped his arms around me and began thrusting up into my hole, my entire body trembling in anticipation as I braced for a load of his warm poz cum. Moments later, we heard the silver fox grunt—the same grunt as the night before. And as we watched, he pushed his hips and his cock above the water, letting his cum fly in a thick spray from his fat mushroom head. Three distinct ropes of jizz flew into the air, then down into the froth of the Jacuzzi. And that’s when I felt Brian’s raw dick pulsing and flexing deep inside me, flooding my tweaked fuckhole with a fresh dose of his potent strain. Over the next two years, the silver fox jacked off many more times while we watched from the bushes. We started calling it “the late show,” and we caught it whenever we could. Most of the time, I sat on Brian’s dick when the silver fox started cumming, and Brian obliged with another buttful of poz seed. In fact, it became such a regular ritual for us that when our neighbors moved across the country, it was almost like our favorite TV show had been canceled. We shouldn’t have worried. As it turns out, the real show was just about to start. * * * Jesse secured us a spot at the pool party. He explained that the adults weren’t really expected to swim—they mostly sat around drinking and talking while their kids played in the pool. When the day of the party arrived, Brian and I chose tank tops to show off a little muscle and fur. We also wanted Dalton to catch a glimpse of the bulges in our board shorts, so we boosted the profile of our packages by wearing cockrings under tight white jockstraps. We arrived when the party was in full swing. As we passed through the sliding glass doors and entered the back patio, I saw Dalton on the opposite end of the pool, lifting himself out of the water, his swimsuit clinging tightly to his ass while a cascade ran down the muscles of his back and splashed against the elastic of his waistband. I glanced over at Brian, and I could tell he saw the same thing. His eyes, like mine, were glazed over with pure hunger for that hot little stud’s hole. The hostess—Dalton’s Mom—took us through the crowd, introducing us to people we didn’t care to remember. (We did, however, run into a few of Dalton’s football buddies, all of whom would look fucking fantastic buck-naked and spread-eagled, trussed up in our sling and forcibly impaled on anonymous poz cock.) Finally, our hostess waved to Dalton, who was chatting up some bitch by the pool. Must be Melissa, I thought to myself. I hope she’s enjoying that boy’s dick, because she might not be getting it much longer. I watched Dalton strut our way, his tight pecs leading the rest of his body in a cocky little bow-legged stride. Meanwhile, his wet swimsuit clung tightly to his cock, confirming the presence of a thick, fleshy piece of meat between those muscular legs. He gave both of us the once-over. And as he did, his expression changed: he didn’t grow visibly uncomfortable, but his face went oddly blank. “Dalton, these are our new neighbors. Meet Brian and Tom.” “Hey,” Dalton said noncommittally, holding out his hand for a quick shake. “Hey, buddy,” Brian replied. “Great party.” Dalton nodded vaguely. “Yeah, it's pretty cool.” An awkward pause. Then, turning to his Mom: “I need to grab another burger.” “K, hon,” she said with a pained smile. “There’s plenty of food, so eat all you want.” As Dalton walked away, quickly regaining his confident strut, she turned to us and shook her head. “Sorry about that. I swear he used to have manners.” “Oh, it’s fine,” I assured him. “Teenagers, you know?” I glanced back toward the barbecue, and caught Dalton looking our way again, his face still impossible to read. “He’s a little freaked out by us,” Brian said a few minutes later, leaning in close to me as we sat by the pool. “Definitely,” I replied. “Freaked out and fascinated. Poor little faggot.” * * * By that point, our dicks were straining against the fabric of our shorts. We needed release, and our first chance at Dalton wouldn’t come for another week at least. So when we were introduced to Charlene, a bottle-blond cougar who’d recently divorced and taken up with a much younger personal trainer named Jace, I saw the opportunity to let off some steam. Jace was clearly dumb as a post, but I didn’t mind—after all, that’s what muzzles are for. He was in his mid-20s, furry and scruffy, with a chiseled body that showed through his tight T-shirt. And from the moment I looked in his eyes, I had no doubt he was at least bisexual. After chatting him up for 10 minutes or so, I found what I was looking for: a pretext to get him back to our place. He said he was really into the Fast and Furious series, and I told him we’d just bought an imported box set that included tons of never-before-seen footage. Would he like to see it, maybe even borrow it? Of course he would. (Do we own any of the Fast and Furious movies? Of course we don't.) I winked at Brian as Jace and I slipped away from the party. Leading Charlene’s trophy-jock across the yard, I showed him through our front door and closed it firmly behind us. Then he and I stood in the entryway, staring at each other for a good minute or two. No mention of Fast and the Furious. We just stared. My cock twitched in anticipation, then twitched again. Finally, I glanced down at my crotch, gave my dick one more giant twitch, then looked back at Jace. With no change of expression, he simply dropped to his knees, pulled down my zipper, and fished out my rock-hard cock. It glistened with a layer of fresh precum. Opening his mouth wide, he engulfed me, sucking greedily and noisily—an experienced cocksucker for sure. I reached down to the small of his back and snapped the waistband of his shorts. He took my cue: with both hands, he gave his shorts a firm downward yank, exposing the muscled curve of his ass. My dick responded by drooling a long, thick rope of toxic cum into his mouth. “I need to fuck you,” I growled. He paused to consider. “You clean, dude?” My favorite dumbass question. “Of course,” I said with a smirk. “OK, cool—but you still gotta wear a rubber.” “No problem.” I grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him to his feet as I pointed toward the bedroom. “Now go get naked and wait for me on the edge of the bed.” Without even nodding, he did as he was told. Meanwhile, I grabbed the Tina-laced lube and followed him, shedding my clothes as I went. Entering the bedroom, I found Jace wearing nothing but a backwards ballcap, on all fours, his back perfectly arched to expose a clean-shaven, wide-open hole. I was a little disappointed that such a hot, furry boy would shave his ass, but then I remembered that a lot of closeted “straight” boys do that—they don’t seem to realize that pigs like me often appreciate a man’s hairy butt, especially when it’s dripping with piss and sweat and seed. “Look at you and your little shaved pussy,” I said to him, and he whimpered in reply. “You shave this because you hope some stud will mistaken you for just another bitch, huh?” Another whimper. “I bet you jack off thinking about a nice fat dick filling your cunt the way it needs to be filled. Don't you, boy?” He wagged his butt up and down, as if to say fuck yeah. “Of course you do, you fuckin’ faggot. Now listen, bitch: I’m gonna lube you up. But this lube is special—it’ll feel a little warm at first. It might even burn. That’s just how it works. Sort of like Icy Hot, you know? It’ll relax your ass muscles. Cool?” He nodded his head, his jockbutt still bobbing up and down eagerly. I scooped up a thick glob of our magic pig-lube with my right hand, spread his fuckhole apart with my left, and used two fingers to firmly push a healthy dose of greased-up chems into that eager, defenseless cunt. He tensed up, probably feeling the burn, but I just stayed inside him, rubbing his lower back with my free hand, slowly rotating my fingers to work the T into the lining of his hole. After a bit more squirming, he gradually exhaled in a low, guttural moan, and I felt a radiant warmth pass across the skin on my knuckles. He pushed his ass back against my fingers, taking me deeper. I grinned triumphantly: mine. As I removed my fingers, he yelped in frustration. I laughed. “Don’t worry, boy—I’m just putting a little more grease for your hole.” I scooped up an even bigger glob, this time with three fingers, then pushed all three into him, massaging his quivering fuckhole as he made a sound that was almost like purring. Then I pulled out again, and he reached back to spread his cunt wide open. “Patience, fag, patience. My fingers can’t get far enough inside you. If this lube’s gonna do your hole any good, it needs to penetrate further. That way you’ll be totally ready for my cock.” I reached into a side drawer and pulled out a needleless syringe that I’d prepared a few hours earlier by dissolving a strong bump of T in a little bit of water. (I always try to have at least one fully prepared booty bump on hand, just in case.) “You want to get lubed up nice and deep, bitch? Want to get your hole all good and ready for my dick?” He answered with a wordless groan. “Good answer, pig.” I inserted the plastic syringe as far as it would go, then pushed the plunger to deliver a giant payload into his guts. He arched his back even more as I pressed gently on his tailbone, letting gravity do the work of priming his hole for pozzing. As the drugs seized control of his brain, his butthole started quivering. I rubbed the length of my dick along that hungry musclebutt; he responded by burrowing his head deeper into the sheets and spreading his legs a little more. “Oh, and one more thing, pig,” I said to him, pressing my mushroom head against his taint, “I don’t use rubbers. Ever. And if you insist on a condom, you’re not getting my dick. Understood?” He reached back and spread his hole a little wider. “You just spread your hole for me. Does that mean you want me to bareback your hungry hole?” No answer. “Tell me, pig,” I said, grabbing a rough handful of his hair and pulling his head back. “Do you want my raw cock?” “Fuck dude, whatever,” he said, his voice shaking now. “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please shove your dick in me.” “Not sure I heard that, pig. Say it again.” “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please give me your dick. I need your fuckin’ cock, bro.” “You want my raw cock to slide in you, pound you bareback, and fill you up with a load of my seed?” “I’ll do whatever you want, fucker. Just please, please give me your dick. I can’t believe how fuckin’ hungry I am. Please feed me, dude.” “Feed you what?” “Cock, cum, anything. Seriously, bro. I’m begging you.” I grinned. “Good boy. Now brace yourself.” He exhaled—a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, I held his ass in place with my left hand. With my right, I slid the head of my cock inside his smooth fuckhole, just holding it there for about 10 seconds as I lubed his butt with some of my toxic precum. At last, with no further warning, I pushed the entire length of my raw dick into him. He let out another deep sigh as his starving cunt spasmed against the skin of my shaft. “You like this raw cock inside you, boy?” “Fuck, dude. Please pound my hole.” “You got any plans tonight?” “Yeah. Just with my girl.” “I want you to cancel. Got it? Cancel your plans.” “Whatever you want, bro. Please just fuck me.” “I’ll fuck you—don’t worry. But first you need to do what I say.” “Absolutely. Whatever you say.” “Alright, boy—then here’s what we’re doing. We’re getting dressed. We’re going back to the party. We’re saying our goodbyes. You’re cancelling your plans. And then you’re coming back here to get pounded by raw dick all night long. Are we clear, faggot?” “Fuckin’ A. Yes, dude.” “Don’t you worry, boy—your patience will be rewarded. I promise you that.” As we talked, my cock kept twitching deep inside him—and with each twitch, his wide-open hole absorbed another little dose of my virus. He would need as much viral lube as he could get, because in a few hours he’d be at the mercy of Tristan, our merciless dealer. Tristan was full of surprises, but one thing was certain: by the time he got his dick in this boy’s slammed-up hole, Charlene would definitely need to find a new personal trainer to fuck. MORE SOON...

rawrawraw76!!! I'm a young faggot here that can't stop jerking off and cum time after time reading your stories!!! Forcing healthy young innocent men into being some chem perverted bitches that were born to be some fucking slut being poz-bred in every holes by alpha men, specially their tight anus turned into a gaping swollen boy-pussy IS SO WRONG THAT IT'S FUCKING SO EXCITING!!! <3 LOVE IT

I love it!! First time it happened to me, my partner at the time and I were partying with a couple good buddies of ours and one of them had been fucking me for close to 30-45 minutes in various positions.. ending up on my stomach with him on top of me.. He was giving me a nice steady fucking that way and then he just stopped and was still for a bit, wrapping his arms under me and holding me to him. I asked him why he stopped and he whispered "shhh... just relax and enjoy.." I then started feeling a warm sensation in my ass and kept feeling fuller and fuller.. I knew that he had to be pissing inside my ass and it felt wonderful.. His partner looked over at us and said to my partner "I know that look.. he's either cumming or pissing inside your man".. We both just gave them a huge grin and said it's the second one.. I could tell they were both turned on by it.. My buddy pissed in me for what seemed like close to 5 minutes until I felt pretty damn full. He then told me to stay still and he slowly started pulling his cock out of me and told me to tighten up for a moment as he did. After he was out I held my ass closed as tight as I could as he reached over for my large butt plug and pushed it into me. It was big enough to stay inside me and hold in all that piss for a while.. I could feel the chems in his piss making me fly even higher than I was and it felt incredible. Kept it all in for about 15 minutes, then he had me go let it out.. when I came back, he continued fucking me until he dumped a huge load of cum inside me and again the butt plug went back in to hold it all in me. Found out several months later that it was poz (undetectable, but poz) cum as well.. So I had my first poz load and first load of piss in my ass on the same night..

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I'll do that in a heartbeat. Anyone game? Want my cum sent to you? Send me your cum? Traviscraymer@yahoo.com

PART 4 Coach Pitt slowly began pulling his cock out of my sloppy hole, and I whimpered. He smiled and kissed me again. “Don’t worry, sweet boy,” he said. “Your hole won’t be empty for long.” In fact, it wasn’t empty for more than five seconds. Coach Strickland pushed his fat dick into me right away, and I could feel the warmth and wetness of Coach Pitt’s seed getting worked even deeper inside my slammed-up hole. “Pitt and I met at a wrestling conference a few years back,” Strickland explained, sweat dripping down his forehead as he thrust his dick deep. “We’d both responded to a Craigslist ad posted by some college slut. This kid wanted neg tops to breed him, so I showed up to give the little fucker a surprise. Anyway, when Pitt shot his load inside this kid’s fuckhole, I caught Pitt’s eye and he winked at me. Flashed that devil-smile of his. That’s when I knew he was doing the exact same thing I was doing—stealth-pozzing the negboy. A few months later, he got me a job here at the high school, and we’ve been slowly converting our favorite wrestlers into poz chemsluts ever since.” His thrusts were faster now. His breath grew ragged. His eyes were solid black, staring me down as he grinned like a fucking demon. “And now,” he said, “You know what’s gonna happen?” “You’re gonna breed me. Please breed me, Coach.” “Fuck yeah, Lance. I’m gonna give you a big dose of my poz seed. You. Fucking. Slammed. Up. PIG.” His whole body shook as he pushed even deeper than before, and his stomach muscles flexed as his dick sprayed volleys of toxic jizz into my hungry fuckhole. By then, I could see that the playroom was getting crowded, and I recognized everyone: guys who’d graduated in the last year or two or three, most of them wrestling at the local university now. They were watching Strickland breed me, stroking their dicks, helping each other get slammed up, and staring me down with that same demonic intensity. Tom Goldsmith—last year’s captain, the guy from the homemade video I'd seen in Pitt's office—was the first to get his poz cock up in me, and by that point I was spreading my jockbutt and begging for his dirty cum. I took a load from every poz jockpig in the room. Then Coach Pitt unstrapped me from the harness, helped me down, and turned to address the roomful of guys. “I’m gonna take a few minutes alone with this boy,” he said. “You’re all welcome to stick around and pig out. Help yourself to more rigs over there on the desk if you want.” He walked me upstairs, leading me to his bedroom. He closed the door. Then he drew me close to him, pressed his chest against mine, and said: “I’m so proud of you, Lance.” He kissed me, a wet, hungry kiss, while his fingers slowly massaged my cummy hole. “I just wanted a few minutes alone with you. And you know what, pigboy?” “What?” “I think it might be time for another slam.” I nodded eagerly, and he smiled. “Good boy,” he said. He gestured for me to climb onto the bed. He positioned me on my back, spreading my legs. Then, keeping his eyes locked on mine, he pushed his cock into my sloppy cumhole. With his dick buried inside me, he proceeded with the slams. I watched in fascination as he wrapped a rubber strap around his arm, as the needle slid into his vein, as blood filled the syringe, and as he plunged the Tina into his bloodstream. He groaned, and his cock grew even harder in my fuckhole. Then his eyes took on an evil glint as he turned his attention to me. “Want some more Tina flowing through you, boy?” “Fuck yeah. Slam me up. Please.” “You got it, pig.” The needle was in my vein within seconds. Then he pushed down on the syringe and delivered the chemical payload I was craving. I coughed, but a little less this time. I felt the drug race to my brain, my heart, my dick. Then my hole began involuntarily milking the raw cock lodged deep within me. Coach laughed. “There you go, slampig,” he said. I kept milking him as he closed his eyes and began thrusting deep. Then he leaned in for another kiss. “I want you to be my boy,” he said. “You’re somethin’ else, Lance. You’re just a natural fuckin’ pig. And my cock belongs in this sweet boyhole.” He reached down to feel my own throbbing cock, which had remained hard all night. “And look at this, you hot little fucker,” he said. “This fat dick of yours? It’ll be perfect bait to get hot neg jockboys—boys just like you—into our sling.” He kissed me again. “You’re fucking perfect. So whaddaya say? Be my fuckin’ boy?” I flashed a giant smile as he barebacked my hole. “I feel so lucky,” I said. “I’ve jacked off so many times thinking about your cock—what it might look like, how it might feel in my hand. And now your giant raw dick is buried inside me. It’s unbelievable. And fuck yeah, I want to be yours.” “Mine?” “All yours.” With that, I felt his dick spasm inside me. Another intense kiss. Then he just looked at me, his cock still twitching as it continued to impregnate my wrecked boyhole. “Fuck, Lance,” he said. “I love shooting my poz cum in you.” Later, when we made our way back to the playroom, I did another slam and took another round of loads. That was incredibly hot, but it wasn’t my favorite part. My favorite part was this: being alone with Coach Pitt in his bedroom, feeling his powerful arms wrapped around me, my head nuzzling the hair on his muscular chest, while his dick slowly worked that second load of his poz cum into my knocked-up hole. And then hearing him whisper in my ear: “Mine.” THE END

I am totally in for piss, the first time somebody did piss in me was in a sauna. Guy asked me if he coud fuck me bare, it was one of the first time that i was fucked bare. So when we entered the cabin, he told me he wanted me blindfolded and submissive, which was ok by me. I took a sniff of the poppers before the guy did break me in, and he told me to keep still and not move, so i did, which i did find strange. He did hold his hand before my mouth and whispered in my ear to keep still, not to move, and not going up or down with my ass. He was whispering that he did get off to piss in an ass before fucking it hard, first i was shocked, but then i thought why not. When he stated pissing, i could feel it warming my inner bowels, you could really feel who it fills you up. I lost count how long he was pissing, but the feeling was amazing, when he was done, he slowly started fucking my ass, you could feel the piss flowing between my legs on the matrass. The feeling was amazing, it added to the pressure in my inside with avery push inside. It did not long or the guy was coming deep inside me, and then suddenly he started to piss again deep in my guts. When he was ready, he did pull his dick out, i did keep still for a while and enjoyed the moment, but then panicked because, i had to dump the piss somwhere hhihihihi, it was my first experience, but certainly not the last.

Just stumbled on this thread today while checking out new posts- funny-- I was used hard last night by a dom top fister. Played in a small room of the waterfront house he was staying at- all tiled floor, 1 small dorm type bed with stained comforter and a couple of pillows obviously stained with lube and cum. And 2 plastic chairs- the type you normally would use out on the deck. Once we were both in the room, he closed the door, shut the blinds on the one window, and we stripped. For the next 2 hours he fucked my throat, fisted my hole, used dildos on me, fucked , and when my hole finally began to wear out, he fucked in one huge load. Post orgasm, I laid there on my back, allowing his seed to drip deeper up into my gut. When we began, he had brought in 4 beers- I sipped a little out of 1, but soon was too busy servicing him to have any more. He drank all 3 full cans, plus the rest of mine. As we chilled out , he told me to get on the floor on all 4's, ass to him. I suspected what was to come, so I got on my knees, backed my ass up to him, he was sitting in one of the plastic chairs- and felt him prying my hole apart and pushing his cock in. I dropped my shoulders as close to the floor as I could, and quickly felt the hot stream begin filling me -thanks to all the J Lube and grease in my ass, there was no issue with the flow going in deeper and deeper- he pissed at least 2 or the 4 cans back into me- or more. I stayed ass high and shoulders down after he pulled out- never lost a drop. He then began pinching my ass lips and slapping my hole, then rested his legs on my back for an additional 10 minutes before I was let up- I got on the bed ass up and relaxed,hoping all that piss would get deep and not rush out when I stood. Another 5 minutes, and then I could feel the rush trying to come - and headed to the bathroom and dumped a huge piss load out in two back to back flushes. Left, and went to the gay bar- but my ass was still draining/seeping J Lube and piss, so I only stayed for a beer and split

Getting piss fucked is totally hot. I love it when a guy is filling my guts with his hot piss. I can feel the warmth and pressure inside me and know what he is doing in me. It is even better if he has been parTying. If he has been partying, the chem will be in his piss and my guts will absorb it and I'll get buzzed too. Just so you know, if a guy who has been partying pisses in you, not only will you get high, but it will show up in a drug test if your employer does random testing.

The first time a guy ever pissed in me I wasn't expecting it. We'd set up an anonymous breed and go where he came in and found me naked and ass up ready for his cock and load. This particular guy liked for me to pretend to be drugged/asleep. I knew he had cum from his sigh and spasming cock buried deep in my hole. I expected he'd get up and leave, but he just stayed there. After a bit I could feel his cock kind of twitching and then I started to feel kinda warm and full and realized what he was doing. At first I was startled, but just as instantly got totally turned on by it. He pissed for sometime, and not just little spurts, this guy had some pressure and I could feel it going in. After he was done, he pulled out without spilling a drop (he was deep when pissing), dressed and left. I held it for quite awhile, but when I let it out there was easily more than a liter. Something else that is really hot is my piss took on his scent when I pissed later. The piss goes into the colon where fluids are absorbed. it is so fucking hot, wish I could find more guys who can do this.

Hello - I've been creeping this site for a few months now (love it) but have never had a good reason to post, until now. So I've registessred and would like to share this recent turn of events with you guys. It's quite detailed, which made it a little long - but I want to try and remember everything b/c it was so incredibly hot for me. Please let me know if it's too much detail and I'll tone it down next time...assuming something like this ever happens again. My partner and I (both neg) have been together for three years in a monogamous relationship. Our sex life has always been very good (sometimes mind blowing) but about four months ago we decided to start playing (safe) together with other guys (we fuck raw with each other). The new dynamic has bumped up our sex life a notch or two and we are kicking ourselves that we didn't start earlier. The only issue for me, being primarily a bottom, is that we find the supply of bottoms in Toronto is much greater than the supply of tops. It might just be where we are looking (MH, Grindr, Scruff) but for whatever reason, we've hooked up with several bottoms (or "vers" guys who only want to bottom) but only a few tops. Not that I'm complaining -- I love eating ass and I do top once in a while, but my favorite part of having a bottom over is watching my partner unleash his thick 7.5" uc cock on him. Normally, he's a quiet, unassuming guy, but put him inside a hot bottom and it is a beautiful, powerful and incredibly stimulating sight to behold. Gets me off hard every time. As a bottom, of course I'd prefer to play with a top, so a few days ago when we had another couple over (top and true vers) I made the most of it. These boys were hot - they looked like brothers but weren't. Mid-late 30's, tall, mod hairy, muscle jocks with trimmed beards and steel blue eyes. We had "booked" them earlier in the week and the anticipation of getting naked with these sexy men had me semi or fully hard for days. With them now finally in our house I was absolutely buzzing. After some making out as a group, we shed our remaining clothes and I paired off with the top into a north-south position with me on top getting my first taste of his cock while he went to work on my ass. I couldn't get enough. His cock was about 8" and a little bit thicker than my partner's. The sheer size was a little intimidating for me, but only added to my already "through-the-roof" state of arousal. He found all my sweet spots with his tongue and was getting me good and wet - using his fingers to unwrinkle and slightly open my bud while he shot his tongue in and out, then repeatedly spitting and using his tongue to push it inside me. -- I love when a guy takes his time to repeatedly spit on my hole - when my partner preps my ass like this I know he's going to rough fuck me with no added lube....over the years I've been almost conditioned to expect it, and crave it. The mere thought of a hot, rough pounding from the top "brother" sent my mind spinning and I imagined the feeling of him punishing my hole with his raw cock until he finally breeds me. My face got instantly hot and I started to sweat. I felt a hollow, sick feeling in my stomach - like when you drive over a hill too fast in your car. My thoughts were racing, my cock throbbing. In a bit of a haze but still working on his beautiful cock, the familiar taste of precum jolted my attention back to reality. His long piss slit had started oozing bulbs of the light, sweet lube. I held my lips up to his cockhead and used my hand to work his shaft from base to tip until I had a small wad of precum in my mouth. I turned myself around to half lie on him with my upper thigh covering his cock and we started to kiss. I ushered the wad into his mouth and this seemed to excite him. He pulled me into a long, wide-mouthed exchange and ground his tongue into mine. It actually hurt a little - definitely more primal than passionate - but I was not about to complain. After a few minutes, with the taste of precum diluted and swallowed he released my head and let out a low "fuck yeah" growl. Feeling pleased with myself that this guy seemed as wound up as I was, I offered up a smile. His response: I want to fuck you now. He reached down and started massaging my hole. I ground my ass back on his fingers and felt his cock surge under my thigh. Another round of euphoric waves hit the pit of my stomach, thinking of what it would be like to have this guy fuck me raw and breed me. My cock started to throb. I snapped back to reality. My partner and I always played safe with others - and apparently so did the "brothers". My little fantasy was fun, but not at all realistic. I definitely wanted to get fucked by this guy, and the deal was it would be safe. I got up and walked to the bedside table to grab the lube and a condom. My partner was busy with the other "brother" but he looked over and we exchanged smiles and "check in" nods. I walked back and the top hadn't moved. I straddled his knees, ripped open the wrapper, dropped some lube inside and rolled it down his shaft. I shot some lube in his hand and he spread it over his covered cock while I rubbed some on my bud. I moved up into position, reached behind me to grab his cock and pointed it at my hole. I was a bit too aggressive on my first try - got a searing pain that was not at all enjoyable - so I lifted myself off and waited a few seconds before a successful second attempt. Still being cautious, I rode his cock slowly at first. I would go nearly all the way down then come back up again until he was almost popping out. I kept my hand on the base of his shaft where the condom hadn't rolled down. I started pretending that there was no condom there at all and he was inside me raw. Each time I bumped into the condom with my hand stroke I hiked it up a little bit so more of his cock was exposed. Soon my ass was only going half way down his shaft and I was paying more attention to the bare part of his cock than the covered. We made eye contact and based on his neutral, questioning look I thought he was getting frustrated that I wasn't going all the way down anymore. My face got hot again, this time from embarrassment. I started to pull the condom down so I could give him what (I thought) he wanted and try to move past the awkwardness. Instead he shot his hand under me, palm up, and with the tips of his fingers he started moving the condom back up to where I had it earlier. With each pass he'd slide his fingers up along the condom until he hit my ring. I realized he was lifting me (and the condom) off his cock little by little. A wave of panic hit me - was he thinking the same thing I was? Again, my head started racing - would I actually be prepared to do this? There was a lot to consider - not that I hadn't thought about this before - I think about bareback sex all the time! While all that is running through my head I also considered that I might have been reading too much into his actions. Maybe he doesn't like this condom and wants to use one that he brought, maybe he doesn't want to fuck me anymore, maybe he wants to join the others. I couldn't be sure exactly where his head was at, but made the BIG decision to let him take the lead and if he tried to get me on his cock bareback, I planned to let him. A few more finger strokes and my ass pushed his cock all the way out. He took a quick look over to the other guys -my eyes followed. They were still fully occupied with each other. He looked back at me, shot me a quick smile and shifted on the bed so his legs straddled a corner and his feet hit the ground. He readjusted a bit more so his back fully shielded his cock from the others. He took the bunched condom off the tip of his cock and quietly placed it under his balls. My guts knotted up again - there was no mistaking it now - this "safe only" top wanted to bareback this "safe only" bottom...and I was going to let him. With my legs now wrapped around him, he lined us up and I eased myself down onto his cock. What a difference - it felt so much better raw. So many thoughts shooting like fireworks in my head. Half way down my first stroke, he leaned back and very slowly but forcefully pushed me all the way down. From there he took complete control, thrusting his thick cock in and out of me as he pleased. He'd pull my head in for these deep kisses and I kept feeling like I was on the verge of shooting without touching my cock. I've never been able to do that but this was the closest I had ever come. After a few more minutes his pace and breathing changed. I knew he was getting close but was trying hard not to draw attention from the others. At that point, I had no hesitation - I wanted this guy to breed me. I needed it. I looked at him and his eyes told me he was so close. He breathed an almost silent, "oh yeah" as he pushed me all the way down and held me there. I felt his cock expand and start to pulse, shooting his seed deep in my ass. Three, four, five. Fuck, I'm in heaven. The pulses let up and we started to kiss. I grabbed my cock and give it only a few strokes before shooting my load on him. We kissed for a few more minutes then he reached down and grabbed the condom, still in a bunch under his balls. He found the opening and started collecting my load off his stomach. I came a lot so he had no trouble getting a good amount inside. After we separate he stands up holding the full condom and asks in full voice if there is a garbage can in the room. Of course the other two take notice and spot the condom, no doubt thinking it was his cum inside. I'm guessing that wasn't the first time he's used that little trick. I haven't stopped thinking about it. I jerked off twice the next morning while replaying it in my head...and several times since then. I never got the chance to ask him his status -- not that I'd be sure to get the truth anyway. So, I have definitely had some freak out moments, some guilty moments. My partner and I have spoken in general terms about the added risks that come with playing with others, and that we'd support each other and stick together should one of us test positive one day. But I know I pushed it further than we had agreed.