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I live in a condo high rise building, so there's a lot of foot traffic in the staircase all the time. Now that it's almost summer, the pool is open and is pretty festive since it's the start of the season. There's a really hot straight couple that live in the building - both gorgeous, very personable and just fun to be around. On weekends, they're typically out by the pool socializing/drinking. This past weekend they had a buddy visiting. He's muscular, hairy and has a bit of an accent. We were all hanging out and drinking beer and having a good time when someone noticed the beer is running low, so I volunteered to head down to the street and hit the market or liquor store. The straight couple's visiting buddy said he had to piss and he asked to tag along. I didn't think much of his remark until we were walking inside the building toward the elevator bank and he asked if I minded taking the stairs. "Sure, why not?" I replied. Before we even got down the first flight of steps his hands were all over my ass. As we made-out, our cocks were growing full tilt. We were both a little nervous because we could get caught by anyone, and in addition, it was quite obvious he wanted my hole. I sucked his hot piece, got it super wet and started spitting in my hand and wetting my own hole. With that, he fucked me right then and there. We tried to keep quiet but we were both working up quite a sweat. After he blew a huge nut into my guts, we composed ourselves enough to make it down the stairs without raging hard-ons. It was SO HOT to walk around with his cum inside my ass.

True, totally true from this afternoon. Although it's a rainy nasty day in DFW, I enjoyed a great lunch time. I met Luis, a married Hispanic guy, through an online advertisement. He is a drywall guy and works on new-house construction. I've sucked him off several times at one house or another on which he is working, usually getting together at lunch time, when the other members of his crew at lunch. Luis is a really nice, 5'9" or so, and about 165 pounds, and is always quite nice to me. For example, he gently runs his hands through my hair while I am sucking his big fat uncut chorizo. He is hung nicely and has a profusion of pubic hair, and as I love hairy dick, it's a real pleasure to drain him. He texted me this afternoon and asked me where I was. I replied, giving him my location and, like winning the lottery, he was less than a mile away. I went to his job site, a large, almost-completed house, and parked. There were several men around, all Mexican construction guys - my absolute favorite lunch time treat. Luis came out and said something to three of them and they all went off around the end of the house. I thought he had sent them away so I followed him upstairs. "I need this bad man. My old lady hasn't been in the mood lately, and jackin' off just don't do it for me. Know what I mean?" he asked. I agreed with him and groped his growing bulge. He undid his pants and, just as I expected he was commando. And, fuck those pubes - those wiry, thick black pubes enticed me. Luis sat on the bathroom counter, I sat on the toilet, he kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants, spread his legs and I dove in to that fragrant forest. As I am writing this, I can still smell his scent on my mouth and nose and the front of my shirt. Anyhow, I sucked him and tasted the little bit of cheese under his foreskin. I was lost in the blowjob when I realized we weren't alone. Luis' three co-workers came in to the bathroom, each guy stroking his cock, as two of the guys urged me into a crouching position, which enabled them to pull down my pants, even as I kept Luis' dick in my mouth. At one point I tried to take measure of the situation, which required that I let go of Luis's cock, but he wouldn't hear anything of it: he held my head in a lock-hold, his dick lodged in my throat. This was a new side of Luis: I had never known him before to take a dominant position. Still, he urged me on, saying "Just go with it, Papi. You're gonna love this shit." So I did. The guys got my pants down and two of them felt me up and one spat on my hole, then the next guy, then the last. Luis then pulled me off his cock for a minute and fed me someone else's somewhat larger, uncut, very pungent, rock hard cock. "Get it wet, bitch." was all I heard. And I did, and soon enough it was sloppy. About then I felt one of the men eating my ass, but only for a minute, when Luis thrust his co-worker aside, and presented himself for my attention. Meanwhile the large, uncut cock pushed into my hole really slowly. It hurt, but I relaxed and pushed back and in no time he was slowly fucking me all the way in. As he did so, I could hear him mumbling in Spanish and grunting. It felt awesome and I groaned and sucked Luis all the harder. I could see the other two stroking their big cocks and in just a few minutes the youngest of the three, who looked around 25 or so, stroked, groaned and stepped up and shot his load all over Luis' cock which I was still sucking. Naturally I ate all his cum and then felt the guy in my ass push forward to the balls and groan. It felt like a hose in my ass and he unloaded. Luis pulled out and got behind me and fucked me like a mad man while I sucked off the other guy. Wen Luis started to unload in yy ass he grunted loudly and held me against his crotch as his cock twitched in my hole. The guy I was blowing unloaded with a bitter load and giggled. I came all over my leg and foot. I have never been so turned on in my life. Almost 40 years of sucking cock and getting fucked, this was the absolute best sex day of my entire life. The guys all sort of patted me on the ass and talked to Luis. He said they had really enjoyed it and hoped I would come back for lunch again. I will definitely do it and hoping that next time I can get some better pics.

Ari and I had been together for about a year. We met at a local gay club on 'studs in suds' night, which is where all guys are expected to show up wearing only undies and an under shirt, (or less), to party and dance in a dance club full of soapy suds. We were both in our early 20's, drunk, covered in soap and nearly naked, so it wasn't all that unexpected when we ran across each other, even given the size of the crowd. Over the year since we have enjoyed a growing love for each other, while still being able to enjoy outside fun. We agreed upon certain rules, however: we would only play with others while we were together, only play safe with others, always tell the other if we were flirting with someone else, whether online or in person. What I hadn't told Ari is that I love poz play. i have tried to get him to play bare with a few of our random hookups but it never panned out. Online I talked with guys almost daily about taking poz cum or watching it get shot into my boyfriend's vers hole. I want to be pozzed so badly but Ari would never approve, unless it was his idea, (even if he didn't realize as much).

Awesome fucking story! Hope there's a Part 3!!!!

I've been chatting with this guy on Grindr for a while and our schedules finally worked out yesterday afternoon. We didn't have an explicit conversation about whether we would bareback or use condoms, but I had every intention of barebacking when I went over there. When i showed up we immediately went to the bedroom and stripped down and he started on my dick. I turned over on the bed and stuck my ass up and he reached around to the nightstand where there was lube and a condom. He mumbled something that I couldn't quite make out- the only word I heard was "bareback." I didn't reply and before I knew it he was inside me raw. We fucked for a while and he shot inside me. I made him keep fucking his cum into me until I shot my load.

Working on part X now and will do it as soon as possible.

Then there was Ed. Ed was 45 and happy in a relationship, but a side of him would still yearn to the old days when he was out each weekend in a sex club, being all sociable in his shiny rubber. We'd been chatting for years, but since becoming a brother, I decided to re-focus my efforts on him. He certainly looked the part. He'd taken to see-thru rubber under a full suit, so that he could make a good sweat. The chain was good too. While having never been a slave, the traits of submission and serving were clearly starting to affect his outlook too. You see, I knew Ed had been having a couple of discreet breedings, and as he fought against the feelings that this new addiction required, he'd been behaving and safe on the whole. Well, I thought, let's see about that. Ed had made the mistake of having his phone app showing where he was. From the vague directions, I ascertained he was nearby, and sure enough, he was back at his mate's flat. The one he kept quiet about. The one who had a sling and had teased Ed into raw. Anyway, I got in contact, and arranged to hook up with his mate, unbeknown to Ed. As I quietly arrived, Ed was already hooded and strung up in the sling and had a hint of poppers and was beginning to grind his arse in the direction of his mate's cock. I took control of the situation, and started to unzip Ed's rubber jeans and begin to finger his hole. As he moaned, I got harder and his mate set up his webcam so that he could record the events that followed. Ed assumed that he was in for a good raw ride, but not necessarily a poz ride. Sure enough, as he began to get into heat and horny, I inserted my cock and began to loosen his hole up. Getting hard at his moans of pleasure. I nodded to his mate, who took the hood off Ed just I was about to come. As Ed's eyes adjusted, he started to work out there was two of us there, and one of us had a special present for him. As he started to struggle, his mate dosed him up further into amyl bliss. I unzipped my suit a bit further to show my biohazard tatt, as I heard his mate whisper to Ed "He's my BugDad, Ed. He made me into a brother. I think you need it too. You deserve to convert and understand. Oh yeah mate. You're also on camera and we've got pigs from around the world watching you" and he began to tie a ballgag around Ed's head to get him to shut up. I fucking love the spit and drool of a neg around a ballgag. The last seeping innocence. What a night. Ed seemed to transition well from scared neg into incubator right in front of me. Needless to say, a few weeks later I saw Ed again. The rubber was less shiny this time, and there was a thicker chain around his neck. He was looking rough from his recent split from his partner. Rough as in 'got a septum ring' and unshaven. There has was, with his cock hanging out, like some true pig. Available to anyone who'd want him. And pigs wanted him. Overhearing him say "Welcome brother" to some 20 year old kid in a rubber jock, as he unloaded into that lucky guy's hole, made me proud and, well, turned on. It's what the brotherhood does.

I asked one of the guys who fucked me to take a picture of my ass just after some of them have fucked me deeply, sometimes both of therm at the same time, to know why they told me I have a real cunt or pussy. What do you think of my "cum pussy"?

GRADUATION NIGHT PART 2 NOTE: If you haven’t already done so, I would recommend reading “Graduation Night” first, so that you will better know the people involved. Thank you, I hope you enjoy As we were being carried away I looked over Jordan’s shoulder to see a young well-built man climbing on to the picnic table where Emily was lying recovering from her deflowering by Aaron and her first orgasm. The man shoved his penis into her semen filled vagina. A line seemed to be forming of naked men waiting their turn. I could hear Emily’s screams of pain and ecstasy and cries of “Fuck Her, Knock her up!!” as we entered the house. We were brought into the house and taken to a large bathroom. James turned on the shower and we all got in. When I stood I could feel more of Jordan’s semen leaking out of my hole and I could see it running down my leg. Paul still seemed slightly in a daze after his virginity had been taken. James held him up and Jordan and I washed his body. There were still streaks of his own cum in his hair and dried patches of blood and James’s cum on his ass and legs. He looked younger and more innocent standing there naked than I had ever seen. Jordan came up from behind him and started kissing him. Paul laid back in his arms and moaned softly. James pushed me up against the wall of the shower and kissed me forcefully. I reached up and wrapped my fingers in his dreadlocks. His body felt wonderful against mine and I felt that incredibly long penis pressed against my stomach. “Let’s get some rest” Jordan said and we all dried off. As we walked out of the bathroom we passed a large sliding glass door. I could look out and see Emily lying on the ground with another man taking her from behind while Aaron held her. I could hear her screams of pleasure through the window. Aaron told me later that at least twenty men had pumped their seed into her that night. We were led to a bedroom with a huge king sized bed. Paul and I were next to each other in the middle with Jordan next Paul and James next to me. They wrapped their arms around us and we fell asleep. I woke up and saw it was morning. I was wrapped in James’ arms and I could see Jordan holding Paul. James began to kiss my neck and I could feel his semi hard penis pressed against my ass and up on my back. Feeling it against made me wonder how he ever drilled it into Paul’s smaller body and how it would feel inside of me. Paul opened his eyes and seemed confused on his whereabouts. Jordan pulled him closer and he seemed to relax. “We want to breed you again,” Jordan whispered. My heart started beating rapidly and I looked at Paul. The frightened look returned to his face. I reached over and grabbed his arm and said “I’m here, don’t be afraid”. James pulled me back to him and began kissing me, his tongue went deep in my mouth and I moaned with anticipation. I don’t know if Paul answered but I began to hear him whimper softly. Suddenly we heard the doorbell ring. Both James and Jordan looked at each other with a puzzled look. “Who the fuck could that be”, James mumbled. We could hear someone walking down the hallway towards the door and I assumed it was Aaron. He opened the door and spoke to someone. I could clearly hear the person say “I’m looking for my brother and his friends, they didn’t come home last night and their parents are worried”. My heart seemed to stop! I recognized the person voice at the door, “It’s my brother Elijah” I blurted out. Elijah was 20 years old. He was probably the most handsome of my brothers, standing about 6 feet 3 inches and weighing about 180 pounds. His brown hair was neatly trimmed and his blue eyes were piercing. Elijah had “turned his life over to God” when he was younger. Now he was a student at the nearby seminary studying to become a pastor. Elijah lived a very religious life and didn’t have many friends and to my knowledge never even dated. I couldn’t believe it when I heard Aaron tell him we were here in the house and he invited Elijah to come in. I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and suddenly the door opened and in walked Elijah with Aaron. Time seemed to stand still. “What in God’s name are you doing Caleb!!” Elijah screamed. His shock was clear on his face. There in front of him lay his little brother totally naked in the arms of a “god like” black man with a penis that was hardening by the second. Paul was lying there as well and he screamed…”Run Elijah!” It was too late. Aaron gave Elijah a shove into the room and onto the bed and pulled the door shut behind him. “Fresh meat boys” he said while taking off his own clothes. Elijah tried to regain his footing but James let go of me and pinned him down on his back. “Let me go!! What are doing??” Elijah pleaded angrily . Aaron was moving quickly and he stripped off the sandals Elijah was wearing and then practically ripped his shorts and underwear from his body. Elijah tried to force James off of him but it was hopeless. Jordan leaned down and told Elijah to calm down and enjoy the experience. Aaron grabbed Elijah’s legs, spread them apart. “Wow, sweet asses must run in the family” Aaron said as he buried his tongue into his exposed hole. Elijah gasped and screamed “Stop, please dear God, stop it!” Jordan ordered Paul to rip off Elijah’s shirt and he obeyed. Now everyone in the room was naked and I realized I was getting hard. Jordan began to suck on Elijah’s neck and nipples as Aaron continued to work over his ass. James leaned over and began sucking on the opposite side of Elijah’s body. He began struggling less. His eyes were wide open with fear. Jordan reached over and pulled Paul over. He laid Paul across Elijah’s chest to help hold him down, but also to let him start working over Paul’s tiny hole to get him ready for what was coming. Elijah was crying now and every few seconds would plead to be let go, but no one was paying attention. Paul was moaning as Jordan first sucked on Elijah’s body then rammed his long tongue into Paul’s hole. I was sitting there just watching and began to feel like the odd man out. Aaron grabbed me by my hair and kissed me forcefully shoving his tongue, fresh out of Elijah’s ass, into my mouth. Aaron then grabbed my head and shoved it next to Elijah’s soft penis…”Get him hard!” he ordered. I took his penis into my mouth and began to suck and lick it. “No Caleb, don’t do that, I’m your brother”, he cried. I kept sucking and licking and it began to harden and I heard Elijah moan for the first time. “That’s a good boy, relax and enjoy this moment,” Jordan said softly to Elijah. “Soon you will feel the warmth of our poison seed inside that beautiful body and you will be ours.” Jordan pressed his lips up against Elijah’s mouth and he resisted, but with me sucking his penis, Aaron tonging his ass and James sucking on his neck and nipples, Elijah’s mouth began to open and allow Jordan’s tongue to enter. He moaned again, this time louder. The sound of my brother moaning while being kissed seemed to get everyone’s attention. Jordan, James and Aaron were all hard as rocks and pre cum was leaking from all three. I really wanted James to take me. The length of his penis excited me and I wanted to feel it inside of me if it could fit. I thought Aaron was about to take my brother’s virginity, but Jordan had other ideas. “I know you want him Aaron but I want to rip this virgin hole open first”, Jordan said. Elijah looked at the giant penis that stuck out from between Jordan’s legs. His eyes opened wide and he began to cry and beg “Please let me go, I’m not gay, this is wrong, I’m a minister and this is not what is right, I don’t want to be infected…please dear God make them let me go.” Aaron looked disappointed but Jordan pointed to Paul and said “Take the little one and rip him up inside, give him a fucking he’ll never forget.” We were being paired up and Elijah was shaking and sobbing with fear. Aaron leapt across the bodies on the bed and grabbed Paul by the hair. Paul let out a yelp and Aaron shoved Paul’s mouth up against his penis. Paul opened his mouth and Aaron shoved it in hard and deep, he gagged and Aaron pulled back and pushed in again. Aaron grabbed Paull’s hair with both hands forcefully pummeled Paul’s mouth. James grabbed me and pushed me on my back and pinned me with his beautiful body. The entire length of his penis was trapped between us. I grabbed his neck and pulled him to my face and we kissed passionately. He reached over to his left where Elijah lay with Jordan sucking on his neck so hard a bruise was forming. James slid a finger into Elijah’s saliva coated hole. Elijah screamed “It hurts!! Stop Please!!” James’s laughed and said “Wow, he is super tight. You never get that monster in this one.” “It’ll open or rip, one of the two, “Jordan chuckled. The intensity of the sex was increasing by the second. Paul’s mouth was being ravaged by Aaron’s penis and Jordan had Elijah flipped on his stomach as he lubricated his tiny hole with his tongue. James had slid his head down between my legs and was plunging his tongue in and out of me. I was laying with my face just inches from Elijah’s. Tears were flowing from his beautiful blue eyes. He reached out for me and grabbed my arm. “What’s going to happen to me Caleb, what is he going to do to me” he said softly. “He’s going to breed you Elijah, it’s going to hurt at first but you will end up loving the feeling of him inside of you and the feeling of his warm semen filling you up,” I said trying to reassure him. I looked over at him. His long smooth body was flat on the bed. He was a beautiful young man. He held my hand as Jordan began to shove one, then two fingers inside him. Elijah winced then let out a long moan and he squeezed my hand harder. Jordan’s gigantic penis with the metal ring through its huge head was now fully hard. It looked even bigger then when he had taken me. I couldn’t believe it had once been inside me. I heard a scream from the other part of our bed. It was Paul. Aaron had flipped Paul on his back, spread his legs apart and rammed his penis all the way in without any lube or saliva. Paul was digging his hands into the mattress and his toes were curled nearly into a ball as Aaron pulled out and rammed the full length back in again. “OH MY GOD!!” Paul screamed each time he was entered. Only Aaron’s pre cum and the blood inside of Paul’s hole provided the lubrication. Elijah grabbed my arm hard. His eyes were full of fear as he watched Paul’s small body surrender to the onslaught. “Is that what’s going to happen to me?” he asked. I told him Jordan would be gentle, not knowing if it was the truth or not. Aaron pulled out of Paul, grabbed him by the hair and roughly pushed him face down with his head on Elijah’s chest. Aaron spit on his penis and rammed it back in. After one or two screams from Paul, the change began. The screams became moans. Instead of resisting Paul was trying to take in as much of Aaron’s penis as he could. He raised his head up and wrapped his arms around Elijah to brace himself against Aaron’s forceful slams. Paul’s was gone now, all he wanted was more of Aaron’s penis. The slap of Aaron’s balls against Paul’s ass and the passionate moaning of both of them filled the room. Aaron began to growl. It was time to impregnate Paul with his poison semen. Paul’s eyes rolled back into his head. BREED ME!! BREED ME! He screamed. James pushed my head towards Paul’s penis. He told me to take it in my mouth and when Paul shot his load to hold it in my mouth and not swallow it. “TAKE MY CUM YOU LITTLE BITCH” Aaron screamed and his body convulsed violently as he shot deep inside Paul. “OH GOD FILL ME PLEASE!!” Paul’s penis was so hard. I took it in my mouth and felt the first shot of Paul’s orgasm hit the back of my throat. It was followed by two more pulses of semen and both he and Aaron collapsed on top of Elijah. My mouth was full of Paul’s warm load and some dripped out of my mouth onto Elijah’s face. “Use that cum to lube me up to fuck your brother,” Jordan told me. I willingly let the semen run out of my mouth on to Jordan’s hard penis which was pulsing and ready to plunge into my brothers virgin body. “Now lick Aaron’s cum out of Paul’s ass and use it to lube your brother’s cunt”, Jordan ordered. I leaned over to Paul’s ass. His hole was still wide open from the pounding it had taken. Aaron’s cum was leaking from it mixed with Paul’s blood. I lapped up as much as I could and moved between Elijah’s long legs. James pulled Elijah’s legs back and I deposited the cum and blood onto Elijah’s quivering hole. I lubed it the best I could and Elijah moaned in both disgust and pleasure. Jordan moved in and I took one last look at his tiny opening. In moments I knew it would never be the same again. Elijah’s entire body shook as Paul and Aaron each took a leg and spread him open. I kept myself positioned so I could see both the penetration which was about to occur but also watch my beautiful brother’s face as he became impaled and impregnated. “Please, please don’t hurt me”, Elijah pleaded. Jordan’s monstrous but beautiful penis approached its target. It glistened with the Paul’s semen and the huge ring at its tip had a long string of Jordan’s pre cum hanging from it. Jordan pressed the ring against Elijah’s hole and I remember feeling that same thing when Jordan ripped me open. I grabbed Elijah’s hand and squeezed. “It’ll be okay”, I assured him. I lied. Jordan began pushing forward and Elijah’s hole tried to keep the giant intruder out. Elijah was breathing fast as his ass began to surrender. I could see the hole expanding as the ring sank slowly inside of him. Elijah screamed. Jordan pushed forward and I could actually hear a tearing sound as the head continued to expand the once tiny hole. His body went rigid and his scream was deafening. Elijah’s hands dug into the bed and his back arched. Jordan pushed forward and I heard more tearing and then a pop as Elijah’s ass gave in to the oversized head of Jordan’s beautiful penis. The entry continued as the rock hard penis began to follow the head into Elijah’s lean body. Elijah’s screams of “No!” “No!” “No!” filled the room. “Spread his legs”, Jordan commanded. Paul and Aaron, who was hard again watching the sight of Elijah’s deflowering, pulled Elijah’s legs apart and Jordan rammed himself all the way in. His balls rested on Elijah’s ass. The screaming stopped. Elijah’s head was snapped back, his beautiful blue eyes wide open and his mouth was open as if to scream but nothing would come out. I knew what he was feeling and I nearly had an orgasm just watching. Jordan slowly began to pull back out of Elijah’s hole and as he did red fluid oozed out of Elijah staining the sheet. From the amount, I suspected Jordan had torn him up badly inside. Like Paul and I had been, my brother was now totally vulnerable to the poison Jordan was about to pound into him. As he pulled back Elijah groaned deeply. When only the tip was left inside Jordan slammed back into Elijah. This time the scream came out and he pleaded for Jordan to stop. “You’ve got the tightest hole I’ve ever had”, Jordan said. For some reason I felt jealousy that mine hadn’t been his tightest. Jordan wrapped his muscled arms around Elijah’s body and pulled him tightly against him. Paul and Aaron let go of his legs which remained stiff sticking straight up into the air. Then Jordan began to slowly begin a rhythm of pushing in and pulling out. Elijah screamed over and over and thrashed back in forth trying to free himself from Jordan’s relentless assault. There was a loud slap as Jordan’s scrotum would hit Elijah’s ass. It seemed to take longer than normal but slowly Elijah’s legs relaxed and wrapped around Jordan’s glistening back. His hands, which had been clutching the sheets, moved to Jordan’s body and began to rub the flexing muscles. “You are starting to enjoy this aren’t you baby”, Jordan whispered. Elijah moaned out a “Yeahhh”. Jordan leaned forward and kissed Elijah. His mouth opened willingly this time and he grabbed Jordan tightly. The pounding he was giving Elijah was unbelievable. Elijah was now totally Jordan’s. “YES!!” “YES!!” “YES!!” was all Elijah could say each time Jordan’s penis hit bottom. His blue eyes were wide open and glistened. “OH God this is the sweetest ass I’ve ever bred”, Jordan moaned. “Do you want my poison cum in you?” Jordan screamed. “Please Please Please shoot it in me”. Jordan grabbed Elijah as tight as he could. He arched his back and seemed to growl. “Oh Shit!! I’m going to cum so fucking hard!! “YOU”RE GETTING SO BIG!!” Elijah screamed. Jordan’s entire body began to convulse as he emptied himself deep inside of Elijah’s torn open ass. “FUCK” “FUCK” was all he could say as he continued to spray his poison semen inside. “Oh God it feels so good. I can feel you filling me. It’s so warm!!” Elijah cried out and his penis erupted shooting semen up on to his own face and mouth. I greedily bent over and licked it off and my brother and I began to kiss. “It felt so good Caleb”, Elijah said to me as he tried to regain his composure. Jordan pulled his beautiful penis out of Elijah. It was dripping with semen and blood. He climbed up toward us and Elijah and I gently licked it clean. Now it was my turn I hoped. “I’ve never had the chance to fuck two brothers at once, so I guess this is my chance”, James said. I was stunned by that. I thought the pounding Elijah had taken was enough for one day. Elijah was still breathing hard and look shocked by what James said. I really wasn’t sure what he had in mind. James ordered me to stand up and I did. Then he grabbed Elijah and flipped him on his stomach. He then dragged him to the edge of the bed so his long legs were resting on the ground and his upper body was flat on the bed. It was then that I got my first look at Elijah’s ravaged hole. It was still partially open and you could see Jordan’s thick poison semen mixed with blood oozing out and running down his leg. Elijah’s hole was twitching as it struggled to the return to the size it had once been before the monstrous penis split it open. James shoved a pillow under Elijah’s stomach to help raise his ass. James then told me to lie face down on top of Elijah so that I straddled him and my ass was directly above his ass. I looked at James and he was totally engorged. His penis had to be 15 inches long and although not as thick as Jordan’s it still was extremely large. I shivered thinking about how he would try to shove it all the way into my body. I could feel Elijah’s rapid breathing underneath me. His body was warm and damp from the sexual workout it had just received. He felt good and I could feel my penis harden up against his lower back. I looked over at Aaron who was rock hard again and Paul who was trying to lick and suck Jordan’s now limp penis back to life. James walked up behind us and aimed himself at Elijah’s oozing hole. He had no lube or saliva on it. I realized he just planned to use Jordan’s semen as the lubrication. He began to push in and I felt Elijah’s body stiffen. “Oh God!! Oh God!! Oh God!!” was all he could say. James pushed in until his scrotum met Elijah’s ass. Elijah moaned and turned his head to me. “He’s so deep Caleb, it feels like he’s in my stomach”. I grabbed Elijah’s face and kissed him. As James began to pull out and push in our kiss became more frantic and passionate. I could hear the wet sounds of their two bodies coming together. Elijah’s moans filled the room and I could see Jordan was now hard again and using Paul’s mouth. I was shaking in anticipation waiting to feel James inside of me. I could feel him shift his position and Elijah moaned as James pulled his penis out. I felt pressure on my hole and waited for the feeling I craved. James was not taking it slowly. With one motion he drove his cum and blood covered shaft into me. It seemed to keep getting deeper and deeper. The pain was so intense I bit down on Elijah’s neck and he let out a scream. “He fucking drew blood’, Aaron said. I couldn’t have ever anticipated the feeling inside of me. He was so deep I though he would push through my body into my brother underneath me. He pulled almost all the way out and pushed hard back in again. “Elijah!! He’s so deep inside of me!!” I screamed. I wrapped my arms around my brother’s body to try and keep from being pushed off by James’s intense thrusts. Elijah grabbed my hands and turned and kissed me. Suddenly James grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back curving my spine almost into a “C”. He began to batter me like a wild man. This time it was me trying to scream and nothing would come out. “Jesus Christ James, don’t kill him”, Jordan yelled. The battering continued. Jordan then stepped in and told James to stop. “Let’s fuck them all together.” James pulled me off Elijah and flipped me on my back on the bed. Aaron turned Elijah over so he was on his back right next to me. “Goddamn I’ve wanted to fuck this beautiful piece of meat since he walked in the door,” Aaron said. Then Jordan picked up little Paul who looked like a child in his huge arms and threw him on his back on the other side of me on the bed. We were lying together on the bed with our bodies touching each other. Aaron was going to breed Elijah, James was ready to finish what he’d started with me and Paul, with the smallest body in the room was about to experience the biggest penis in the room. I lay there thinking how less than 24 hours ago Paul and I had been young nerdy virgins about to graduate and Elijah had been a minister in training. Now each of us had been ravaged by beautiful black men who had filled our torn asses with HIV infected semen which was probably already working into our bodies. I looked at innocent Paul, who yesterday would blush at the word sex, about to receive his third penis and third dose of the poison. I thought how we each feared the pain but now loved the feeling of a man inside of us. I looked at Paul and Elijah and saw that we were all hard and pre cum hung from my penis. Our legs were spread and actually intertwined. “Breeding time boys” Jordan growled. They entered us all at the same time. Aaron entered Elijah slowly and I heard a long moan of ecstasy come from both of them. James pushed back into me and again it seemed like it took forever for him to hit bottom. “Fuck your ass is sweet” James whispered to me and he kissed me. The soft moaning was suddenly overshadowed by the blood curdling scream from Paul as the monster ripped into him. I could hear sounds of what I thought were tearing flesh. He buried it all inside of Paul and Paul went limp. I reached over and grabbed his hand and he squeezed mine back. As Jordan pulled back for the second attack I grabbed Paul’s head and pulled him to me so we could kiss. Our kiss was cut short as the two beautiful black men we had only met hours ago began to pound their manhood into our young bodies. Aaron and Elijah were locked in an extremely passionate experience. They kissed and rubbed each other’s bodies as Aarons beautiful lean black body pushed into Elijah’s perfectly muscular ass. It was breathtaking to watch them together. Jordan and James were nearly synchronized as they tore into our two bodies. I could feel every inch of his penis so deep in me and could feel my penis getting so hard. I wanted him to explode in me and coat my insides with his fluids. Paul was beginning to moan in pleasure more than pain. Jordan was pounding him without mercy and Paul was taking every inch. The bed vibrated as the intensity of the sex increased by the second. As Aaron pushed into my brother, Elijah leaned over and took my penis into his mouth. ”Oh my god, that feels incredible Elijah!!” I moaned. Jordan suddenly grabbed Paul’s body and lifted him up. He pushed Paul up against the wall and thrust back and forth into Paul’s ass as fast as he could. Paul’s head and back were bouncing off the wall as Jordan slammed into him, “Breed me please Jordan, give me your poison!!” Paul pleaded. We all stopped to watch the incredible scene happening before us. We could clearly see Paul’s hole stretched wide around Jordan’s penis and saw him pull almost all the way out before impaling Paul again. Jordan was making strange sounds almost like a dog as he prepared to finish off Paul. Jordan screamed “Fuck Yes!!” and slammed as hard as he could “He’s cumming in me!! It’s so warm!” Paul moaned. We could see Jordan’s scrotum pulse as volley after volley of his seed shot into Paul. Paul was stretched so tightly the semen oozed out around Jordan’s penis. Paul frantically grabbed his own penis and it shot up into the air and on to the floor. They laid down back on the bed and Jordan pulled out of Paul. A large amount of blood mixed with semen rushed out and created a pool on the sheet. James had started back on me. Elijah continued to suck my penis as James picked up the tempo. Both Elijah and I were moaning. Aaron was grabbing the cheeks of Elijah’s beautiful ass as he slid in and out. I didn’t want the moment to stop. Both James and Aaron were getting close. Their breathing was fast and I realized that my brother and I could both be bred at the exact same moment. James was so hard and so deep. The penis exploring the deepest parts of me felt like nothing I had ever experienced. “Are you ready for my poison?” James screamed. “OH GOD YES!!” I screamed. James’ eruption was unbelievable. His rock hard penis throbbed and throbbed again. It felt like a hose shooting in me. “IT’S SO GOOD!” I yelled and I shot my semen into Elijah’s mouth and down his throat. With my penis still emptying into his mouth Elijah tried to scream as Aaron dug his finger nails into Elijah’s ass cheeks, drawing blood, and then emptied himself deep inside of my moaning brother. As Aaron filled Elijah his penis twitched and he shot a thick stream of semen hitting his own mouth and face. Aaron and James pulled out of our bodies leaving two more pools of blood and semen on the sheets. We all were exhausted and fell asleep in a tangle on the bed. My face was lying in Jordan’s semen and Paul’s blood, but I was too tired to care. We slept for quite a while. When I woke up Jordan, James and Aaron were not in bed. I could hear them talking and could smell food. I looked at the three of us lying on the bed. We all had dried semen and blood on our asses and on our legs. We had dried semen on our faces and in our hair. Paul had bruises on his back from when Jordan had battered him up against the wall. Elijah looked the worst. He had a large bruise on his neck and right nipple where he had been sucked, there were teeth marks and dried blood on his neck where I had bit him and deep rips and dried blood on his ass from Aaron’s fingernails when he gripped him during his orgasm. We got up together and walked to the bathroom. We showered together and helped each other remove the remnants of the morning orgy of sex. After drying off, Paul and I found our clothes that we had changed out of the night before. We slipped on underwear and jeans and walked to the kitchen. Elijah had put on his shorts and sandals. His shirt had been ripped off his body earlier so he was shirtless. When we got to the kitchen we were greeted by James and Jordan as well as two other men. They were friends of James and we were introduced. There was Sam, a very attractive white man, about 30 years old. Sam was a former professional basketball player. He stood about six feet nine inches tall and weighed about 230 pounds. He had blond neatly trimmed hair, blue eyes and his very fit body appeared nicely tan. The other man was David. He appeared to be of mixed race both black and Asian. He who was about 25 years old and was an Olympic class swimmer. His hair was cut close to his head and he appeared to be about six feet two inches tall and about 190 pounds. He was shirtless and was already in a tight fitting swimsuit with a huge bulge in front. His body was flawless and I think my heart skipped a beat when he shook my hand. James offered to make eggs, bacon and toast for us and we agreed. While he was cooking Paul and I stepped outside to try and find our bathing suits. As we walked to the pool we passed the picnic table where it all began the evening before. The blanket was still on the table and you could plainly see the dried fluids that marked the spots where our virginity ended. I could still feel that first moment when Jordan entered me and picture the look on Paul’s face when James came inside of him. You could also see the spot where Emily’s vagina was filled by Aaron and so many other men. Emily’s bathing suit laid on the ground but there was no sign of her. We recovered our suits and walked back to the house. I knew I was hungry and the eggs would be good. When we walked into the kitchen we were greeted with an amazing site. Sam stood naked in front of us, he was a muscular god. Elijah lay face down in a plate of uneaten eggs on the table, his shorts around his ankles. Sam already had about half of a 13 inch extremely thick penis embedded inside Elijah who was moaning and twisting lying in the plate of hot food. “Fuck the shit out of him Sam! He loves cock”, Jordan said and laughed. Sam slammed into Elijah who screamed “Oh God, you’re tearing me in half!!” I could see a biohazard symbol on Sam’s lower back. David’s bulge was now pushing out of the top of his swimsuit. I looked for a tattoo but there was none. Jordan saw me looking and laughed “Don’t worry baby he’s positive too. In fact I knocked him up on this very floor not long ago, didn’t I David” He smiled and said “Fuck yeah, Jordan was the first man to fuck me and it was incredible, but you guys already know that don’t you?” David dropped his swimsuit and a beautiful ten inch penis with a ring in the tip, just like Jordan’s, sprang out. I knew then that we were what was for breakfast as Jordan and James shoved Paul and me face first into our plates of food and ripped off our pants. With Elijah’s loud moans in the background, I looked over at Paul as David approached him from behind. I closed my eyes and waited my turn.

Part 2 I looked around and realized we were attracting quite a crowd. Probably 20 people, both guys and girls had gathered, many with cell phones recording what was about to happen. Many of the people I saw there were from school and church and now I was lying naked in front of them with my best friend next to me being seduced by two powerful men. Jordan came close to us and whispered “Don’t be afraid baby you will enjoy what’s about to happen and it will change you forever”. James came up to the table and told us that we had the two sweetest asses he’d ever seen and it would be a pleasure to have the chance to 'breed' us. Paul, who looked very frightened asked timidly what 'breeding' meant. Jordan chuckled and said “We are going to fuck you baby and both of us are going to fill your sweet virgin asses with our hot cum.” I heard Paul whimper “Oh dear god no” as he reached out and grabbed my arm. I was not expecting to hear Jordan's explanation, and I, like Paul, was frightened. James flipped Paul on to his stomach and Jordan did the same to me, remarking “Goddamn those asses are perfect. Time to open them up.” I felt Jordan’s hands on each cheek of my ass pulling the crack open. I felt something warm and wet and realized he had just spat on my hole. I looked over to see James bury his face in Paul’s ass. Paul threw his head back and moaned. The next think I felt was Jordan’s tongue lapping at my hole. Then suddenly the tongue penetrated the rim. The feeling was exquisite and I involuntarily pushed back to feel more. Jordan started to laugh and said “You're going to be hot little slut, baby.” Suddenly I felt Paul grab my hand and whimper “Oh my god.” James had stopped tonguing his hole and was now burying a finger into him. He pushed in a second and said “Fuck he is tight! It’s going to be fun tearing him open.” Paul arched his back and moaned and squeezed my hand tightly. Jordan’s tongue was now replaced by two fingers in my hole and I let out a long moan as he shoved them into me and worked them around. I turned my head towards the crowd that had gathered and saw Emily standing there next to Aaron who was rock hard with his own huge penis and rubbing her shoulders. Jordan saw me looking at her and he shoved his fingers deeper into me with one hand and pulled me back up towards him with the other and began kissing me passionately. I could feel the metal ring and his massive penis pushed against my back and I realized everyone could see how hard my penis was. I moaned loudly and uncontrollably. “Time to breed this one” I heard James say as he turned Paul on his back. He pulled Paul’s small body up to his and kissed him. Paul at first resisted but slowly his mouth opened and he willingly allowed James’s tongue, which moments ago had explored his ass, to enter his mouth and play with his tongue. Paul wrapped his arms around James’s beautiful body and I watched Paul’s penis harden too. James laid Paul back down and then pulled him so his ass was at the edge of the table. James took a step back and I could now see his rock hard penis. I gasped as did many in the crowd. It had looked long before but now fully engorged it seemed to have grown even longer. He turned to Aaron and asked for lube. Aaron handed him a container and he handed it to me. “Get my cock ready to fuck your friend” he said to me. I squirted some of the liquid on his penis and rubbed it up and down the shaft. “Get it all covered because this is all going in his body” James said. I got a closer look at the tattoo on his navel and finally recognized it. The tattoo was the symbol for 'biohazard', a symbol I had seen in the chemistry lab at school. I thought it was a bit strange thing to sport such a tattoo, but then looking back I was so naive. James’s penis was just throbbing as I put more liquid on it. There was some fluid oozing from the tip that Jordan told me was called 'pre cum'. Jordan pushed my head down by Paul’s ass and told me to lick it to get it wet. I put my tongue in and heard Paul moan. I pulled my head back as James positioned his penis up against Paul’s tiny hole. There was no way that massive body part could fit into that tiny area. Jordan leaned down next to me and whispered, "Watch how his hole will accept his cock. Your ass will shortly accept mine." Only inches away, I watched the huge tip begin pushing against the hole. James pushed and pushed some more and nothing happened. Suddenly, he pushed harder and the head disappeared inside Paul. I felt Paul’s body stiffen and he screamed “Oh my god! Oh my god! Please, no!” James pulled back slightly then forward and another two inches went in and Paul screamed again. He pulled back almost all the way out and pushed forward again. There was about four inches still not inside of Paul. “Take it out! Take it out! It hurts so badly” Paul cried as he tried to squirm away from the onslaught. Jordan pulled me up and remarked "You need to hold your friend in place so James can fuck the rest of his cock into him. It’s going to hurt him for a while but once James gets him open he will love it.” I climbed up and took Paul in my arms. He was crying. “Please Caleb stop him, he’s so deep in me, I can’t take any more!” he begged. I lied to Paul and told him it was only a little more to go. I held Paul tight as James pulled his penis almost all the way out. He slid back in again but still had over two inches to go. This time James pulled all the way out and spit on the head of his penis, and turning to Jordan remarked "It's time to open that second ring.” Jordan smiled and James pushed into Paul forcefully and did not stop until his scrotum was pressing against Paul’s ass. Paul’s entire body stiffened, his head snapped back with his mouth open to scream but nothing was coming out and his legs shot straight up with his toes curled like fists. J ames pulled back and pushed in again and again. He grabbed Paul by the ankles and spread him wide open. Slowly James picked up the pace. His long penis pulling nearly out before taking the long trip back deep into Paul’s small body. Paul’s head snapped from side to side with each stoke, his hands digging into the blanket covering the table and his eyes wide open and full of fear. "You're going too deep! You're gonna kill him” I yelled. James’s just smiled and continued the pounding. Suddenly, Paul looked back up at me and his eyes appeared to roll up in their sockets. His body relaxed and his legs tried to wrap around James’s massive body. The contrast of Paul’s thin pale white body being pummeled by the massive dark muscled body of James was stunning. Screams of pain were being replaced by moans of ecstasy with each trust of the long black penis he was impaled on. I looked around the yard to see the crowd had grown. Jordan pulled me over towards him and I looked at his massive cock with the metal ring. There was a long string of precum dripping from it. I suddenly realized that in a matter of minutes it would be inside of me and I would be experiencing the agony and the ecstasy that Paul was now feeling. I heard a scream from the crowd and looked over to realize that Linda had returned to find us and was witnessing her boyfriend being ravaged by a man. Paul saw Linda too but turned back to James and reached up and wrapped his fingers in James’s dreadlocks and pulled him forward and they locked in a deep kiss. James looked into Paul’s eyes and said “Are you ready for me to breed you, do you want me to fill your body with my hot cum and knock you up?” As James picked up the pace Paul screamed “Please breed me, I want to feel your cum inside me.” Suddenly Jordan grabbed me and pushed my head down by Paul’s ass ordering “Watch your friend get filled, kid. Your turn is next.” I could feel Jordan’s tongue back on my ass and I moaned again, even as I saw James’s cock was pounding harder now and I could hear Paul keep screaming “Oh god yes!” James began to moan loudly. He arched his back and every muscle on his beautiful glistening body seemed to tighten as he pushed every inch of his penis deep up into Paul. James’s scrotum began to pulse as he exploded inside of Paul, who exclaimed "I can feel you! I can feel you filling me!” At the same moment Paul's hard penis erupted in three shots of semen which shot involuntarily across his chest, face and into his hair. James collapsed onto Paul’s small body and laid there for a minute. He kissed Paul and slowly began pulling out of him. As he pulled out a large amount of semen came with it. The semen was tinged in red, which I knew must be Paul’s blood coming from the rips inside him caused by the pounding he had just received. James climbed up next to Paul’s head and fed him his now softening penis and Paul willingly licked off the cum, blood and whatever remained of his once virgin ass. Jordan’s fingers were now back in me and he kissed me softly. “I’m a lot bigger than James, so this is going to really hurt at first and tear you up inside. Do you want me to be the first to breed you?” he whispered to me. I looked in his eyes and looked down at the gigantic penis between his legs and answered “Hell, yeah. I want you inside of me.” I was flipped on my back and Jordan grabbed me by the ankles. My heart was pounding as I looked around me. James was holding Paul in his arms as they prepared to watch me lose my virginity. The crowd around the table of spectators had to be more than thirty. Cellphone cameras were everywhere. Emily stood there with Aaron who was holding her from behind as she watched her boyfriend give himself to this gorgeous black man. Aaron approached and applied some lube to the head and metal ring on Jordan’s penis saying "Fuck his brains out, Uncle Jordan.” Jordan’s penis pressed against my hole and I could feel the coldness of the ring. Jordan leaned forward and kissed me and said “Give me your ass baby.” I could feel my hole resisting the pressure and then suddenly it felt a flash of burning hot pain. My hole was opening and the pain was blinding. Jordan kept pushing slowly ever deeper. “Please take it out” I begged but the pressure continued. “Oh god James, this one is so tight. You can feel his little hole slowly stretch and open.” Suddenly I felt a painful popping followed by the sensation of being completely filled. His penis head and ring had won the battle. He was in. He continued to push and I tried to squirm away from the huge monster that was invading my body. “Don’t run baby, let me in.” He pulled back a little and pushed in again and I could feel him slowly moving deeper inch by inch. My body was tense and he grabbed my nipples and twisted and I screamed and he pushed in more. “Fuck I need somebody to hold his legs apart so I can spread his ass and get it all in,” Jordan commented. James laughed and said “You’ve never gotten all that thing into anybody.” “I’m getting it all inside this little slut,” Jordan grunted as he pressed ever deeper. The pain was so intense that I just closed my eyes and pleaded with him not to tear me in half. I suddenly felt activity around me and realized there were new hands griping my legs and spreading me wide open. It was Aaron who was holding my right leg and then glanced to my left and, to my amazement, Emily was holding the left. Aaron’s hard penis was inches from my lips. Emily smiled and pushed my head toward the shaft and Aaron moaned as it slid into my mouth. As Aaron slid into my throat he leaned over and kissed Emily. With my legs split wide open, Jordan spit on the part of his penis still not in me and then he grabbed my ass cheeks pulled them apart and lunged forward. His penis pushed through what felt like another opening inside of me. I screamed but it was muffled by Aaron’s penis deep in my throat. I felt Jordan’s balls slap against my ass. He pulled all the way out and straight back in. His ring dragged across something inside me which sent waves of pleasure through my body. The pain was horrible but the ecstasy was mind blowing. “You’ve got him now Uncle Jordan” Aaron gleefully remarked. Jordan pulled all the way out again and slammed back in as Aaron pulled his penis out of my mouth. I moaned “Oh my god, it’s so big!!” I could feel him filling places in my body I didn’t know existed. “Holy shit you got it all in his tiny little ass” James laughed, adding “that’s got to fucking hurt.” Aaron told Emily to take her hand and place it at the bottom of my abdomen right below by navel. She did and Jordan pulled back and drove himself deep twice. Emily looked stunned and turned to me and said “Oh dear Jesus Caleb, I can feel him inside of you.” After a few more slams deep into me Jordan pulled his penis out. I felt so empty without his body inside of mine. He rolled me over and told me to get up on my knees. I knelt with my ass up in the air facing him. Aaron stood up in front of me and pulled Emily to her feet. He kissed her passionately and untied her swimsuit which fell to the table. I was seeing Emily naked for the first time and she was beautiful, but I knew I wanted Jordan back in my ass. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me and I wanted to feel the cum from his body shooting into mine and experience the same ecstasy Paul had just experienced. Looking back at him, I saw his totally engorged penis and generous traces of blood on the metal ring - my blood. I bent down keeping my ass up and rested my head on the table. I was breathing heavily anticipating the pain that was about to return. He grabbed me by my shaggy hair and pulled it back so I was looking at Emily. “Tell her what you are feeling” he said and he pushed the head inside me. I screamed “Oh my god it burns like fire.” He pulled out and pushed back in slowly “I can feel every inch, I feel the ring moving in me. I don’t want it to ever stop!” I could feel those beautiful muscled thighs slam up against me and I reached back to feel his muscles tensing as he began to pound me hard. I was falling forward so he grabbed my hair with one hand and put the other around my throat and started to jack hammer me. All I could do was moan and scream as wave after wave of pain and pleasure swept through me. Emily grabbed Aaron’s penis and directed into my open mouth again. It tasted so good and I sucked and licked it. Aaron began to pound my mouth and throat while Jordan hammered me from behind. I reached up to touch the smooth contours of Aaron’s beautiful body and reached around to grab his firm ass and pull him deeper into my throat. Aaron looked into my upturned eyes and said “I’m going to fuck your girlfriend before this night is over. “ Emily was moaning and I realized Aaron had shoved several fingers into her vagina. Aaron was breathing hard and grabbed my head with both hands, I could feel the wetness from Emily’s vagina on his fingers and I felt his penis growing harder in my mouth. “Fuck!! I’m cumming” he yelled and exploded. Jet after jet of hot semen shot into my mouth and throat. It was so salty and I swallowed as fast as I could. He pulled his softening penis out of my mouth and put his arm around Emily saying “Get me hard bitch so I can fuck you.” Emily knelt down and started sucking his penis. With that Jordan pulled out and flipped me back on my back. “It’s breeding time." This time he pulled his body up on top of mine. The warmth and wetness of his skin and muscles felt incredible pressed against my body. His penis was pressing up against my tingling hole. He looked in my eyes and said “I’m going to fuck you now and breed you baby. I want you to know my cum is poison to you. All three of us have HIV and your friend Paul was probably infected when James fucked him. Now I’m going to infect you, are you ready?” I was stunned by what he had just told me but my desire for him was overwhelming. I looked over at Paul and James and saw that they were both hard and kissing intensely. I glanced at Emily who was sucking and licking Aaron’s penis which was again hardening. I turned to Jordan and answered softly "Please do whatever you want to me. I need you to breed me.” Jordan kissed me as he slid his penis slowly back into me. I could feel every pulsing vein in it as slid inch by inch deep into my body. When is balls touched my ass I involuntarily exclaimed "Oh, dear god!” I wrapped my arms tightly around his back and he slid his strong arms around my small body and pulled me tightly to him. We kissed and then it began. He gradually picked up the tempo. His balls slapped hard against me. The pain I had felt before was gone. Only wave after wave of pleasure each time the penis made its trip back and forth. Something strange started happening inside of me, feelings I had never imagined grew stronger. My penis was so hard it felt like it would rip open. We both were in total ecstasy and we were moaning and screaming uncontrollably. Everyone watching the scene were mesmerized by the passion we were experiencing. I wanted it to go on forever. I could feel his muscles rippling as I watched his perfect firm ass going up and down as he ravaged me. “It’s time baby! Time to make you mine!” Jordan grunted as his penis seemed to expand and become even harder. “Oh God!! You’re so big!!” I yelled. Jordan pushed in me as deep as he could and I knew what was about to happen. He arched his back. His eyes were rolling back in his head. I felt a slight throb from his scrotum which was pressed against my ass. Then his whole penis throbbed and throbbed again. I could feel hot jets of cum coating me inside. He pulled back slightly and throbbed again. The warmth and the throbbing in that spot put me over the edge. I could feel my own cum rushing toward my penis. I reached for it but Jordan was on top of me with my penis trapped between our bodies. I erupted with shot after shot of semen. “Fuck yeah,” Jordan commented, adding “My baby just blew his last negative load." Jordan slowly withdrew his penis from my ravaged ass. I could feel the still warm cum leaking from my open hole. His penis was dripping with red tinged cum. He dragged his penis through the puddle of my cum pooled on my stomach, and climbing up to my head and told me to lick him clean. I opened my mouth and cleaned off the remains of his cum, my blood, my cum and the remnants of my once virgin hole. As I lay dazed I could hear and feel activity next to me and heard a female scream. I turned to see Emily lying next to me as Aaron drove his penis into her virgin vagina. His body was so perfect and I was jealous, not that she was giving herself to him first, but because I wanted his beautiful body on top of and inside me. Kissing her to try and keep her from screaming Aaron pounded her mercilessly. When she started to moan with pleasure he knew he had her. She looked at him and began pleading “Please don’t cum in me! I don’t want to be pregnant, I don’t want AIDS!” Aaron was not stopping and even picked up his tempo as he replied “Here’s my seed, bitch!” Aaron began moaning and I knew the flood of cum like he had just fed me was about to blow into Emily, and sure enough, Aaron grunted “I’m cumming!” As he did so, Emily’s body convulsed in total orgasm as Aaron’s sperm shot into her womb. Afterwards Aaron pulled out and, having crawled over to me, he fed me his penis to tongue-clean. I complied without hesitation. Jordan and James then picked Paul and me, and carrying us in their arms, carried us back towards the house. "What are we going to do?" I asked, my head resting against Jordan’s chest. "We're gonna clean you up, get some sleep and then we have more plans for you both tomorrow."

PART 6 As Grant’s dick slowly churned the poz cum inside Conrad’s fuckhole, my bro just kept grinning—a less angelic grin than before, almost a little evil—and his eyes radiated the dark intensity of a truly trashed-up chempig. “I’m so proud of you, bro,” I said to him, and he looked at me with that same grin. “This is fuckin’ amazing, bro,” he replied. “Ever since you put that needle in my arm, all I can think is dick. Dick. I need dick. I love dick. Fuck, dude! DICK.” That made everybody laugh. “I’m glad to hear that, boy. Slamming should do that to a bottompig like you.” Conrad growled hungrily, then turned to Grant. “Fuck, Daddy—that felt so good. Your cock, your cum. You fed me exactly what I needed, exactly where I needed it. Poz cum in my raw hole.” Right around that moment—as Grant and Conrad continued their Daddy-bro bonding with filthy pigtalk punctuated by the occasional deep kiss—my phone buzzed. It was a text from Rick, my buddy at the front desk of the bathhouse. If you’re up for another conquest tonight, he wrote, I’ve got a candidate for you. Hot little self-righteous condom-Nazi with a gorgeous furry butt. I replied right away, telling him that Recruit #1 was already a trashy slampig, so I had time to bring another boy to the dark side. Rick texted right back: Fuck yeah! You’ll find him sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi. I want to see his pupils get bigger than fuckin quarters. And then I want to destroy his slammed-up hole. (This is why I love playing with Rick: for him, innocence is only acceptable if it’s up for immediate destruction.) I didn’t want to miss this boy at the Jacuzzi, so I grabbed Jason—Grant’s furry pigboy—and asked him to give me a hand. Then I pulled Conrad down from the sling and said it was time to rinse off. I assured Daddy Grant that his boys would return soon, then ushered Conrad and Jason out the door with their towels draped over their shoulders. As the three of us walked past a steady stream of half-naked men—many of them leering at us, some reaching out to brush their hands against Conrad’s boyish skin—I explained how the two of them could help me nail my newest victim. When we arrived at our destination, the three of us parted ways: I went to the Jacuzzi, and Jason and Conrad went into the group shower. (At this particular bathhouse, anyone sitting in the Jacuzzi can ogle the dudes in the shower—the two areas are only a few feet apart.) As for Rick’s boy, I caught sight of him immediately. He was maybe in his mid-20s, short and compact, with a perfect dusting of fur across his muscular little chest. A little bit of scruff. Rugby players’ legs. A nice piece of uncut meat between his legs. And that face—the kind of angelic face that demands to be stuffed full of cock. As I slowly walked down the hot tub stairs and submerged myself in the water, I made sure that my cock stayed above the surface long enough for my new target to see it. He saw it, alright—and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stared back. And as I sat down on the ledge across from him, I cocked my head to indicate he should sit with me. He didn’t hesitate for a second. As he walked my way, I got a clearer look at his ridiculously defined six-pack, not to mention his rapidly-growing cock. Best of all, when he spun around to sit down on the ledge next to me, I got a quick peek at his ass. Rick wasn’t kidding—this boy had the kind of butt that gangfucks were made for. We started with a little small talk. His name was Dylan. He was a grad student, and he’d been in the area for about six months. But just as I began to turn the conversation in a more filthy direction, everyone in the Jacuzzi started pointing to the showers—and once we looked, we couldn’t stop staring, because Jason and Conrad were putting on quite a show. This was all part of my plan, of course. I’d instructed Jason and Conrad to walk into the shower area as if they didn’t know each other. I’d told them to choose adjacent showers. I directed Conrad to begin soaping up his hot young jockbutt, and I told Jason to respond by jacking his stiffening cock. By the time Dylan and I started watching, Jason was already fingering Conrad’s hole and asking him to squeeze out a little cum from his last breeding. We watched as a thick stream of white jizz came streaming out of Conrad’s butt, which earned an audible grunt of appreciation from the cumpigs in the hot tub. By the time Jason pushed Conrad against the railing of the Jacuzzi and started pounding him raw, I was rubbing my finger across the surface of Dylan’s tight little furry fuckhole, earning a little moan in the process. His cock was rock-hard as he openly gaped at the bareback fuckshow in front of us. “Pretty hot, huh?” I said, continuing to run my finger across the entrance to his hole. “Fuck yeah—it’s definitely hot. But not for me, man—I play safe, you know?” “Oh, that’s cool—so do I.” He turned to me and gave me an appreciative smile. Then I leaned over and whispered in his ear: “And I have rubbers in my room. So when can I fuck you?” He didn’t answer, but simply stood up and walked to get his towel, the muscles in his butt flexing with every step. He glanced back and gestured for me to join. Following close behind, I watched him clamber out of the Jacuzzi, his leg swinging up to the edge as he climbed out the side of the pool—a maneuver that briefly exposed his fuckhole. One way or another, I said to myself, consensual or not, this boy’s butt is taking my raw dick tonight. Just then, the fuck between Jason and Conrad was reaching its noisy climax. Jason was asking my lil’ bro all sorts of questions: do you like being a fuckin’ bareback slut at the bathhouse? Do you like giving up your wrecked pighole to total strangers? Are you gonna take loads in your slopped-up hole all fucking night? Conrad didn't answer, exactly, beyond a half-coherent litany of nasty pigspeak, his slammed-up brain unable to perform basic processes while that big raw dick was pounding his hole. He just kept saying things like fuck, fuck, fuck, breed it fucker, fuckin’ A, fuckin’ use this hole, use my hungry cunt. Knock it up. Please, please knock it up. Fuck! Goddammit, you hot pig motherfucker… Then I heard Jason start to breathe heavily as his dick slapped faster and faster against that cum-flooded hole. Then came a few more questions: You want my fuckin’ load in your slopped-up hole, huh? You hungry for my cum? You wanna get fuckin’ pregnant, dude? Yes, shouted Conrad, nearly delirious with hunger. Fuckin’ yes. Fuckin’ breed me. Please. Please, please breed me. I’m so fuckin’ hungry for that seed. Ohmigod—ohmigod—I feel it—I feel it—fuck yeah! Gimme your load, dude. Thank you. Oh, fuck! Thank you. Thank you. Ohmigod—FUCKER! Everyone in the hot tub could see Jason’s whole body shake as he unleashed his poz cum inside my lil’ bro, Conrad grinning like a little kid as he milked that dick clean with his hungry jockbutt. When Dylan and I turned to leave, I caught a quick glimpse of Jason’s softening cock, coated with fresh seed, pulling out of Conrad’s hole, only to be replaced right away by some random dude’s veiny, precum-dripping Daddy dick. My lil’ bro let out a guttural moan of approval as the new cock invaded his ass—and the whole time I just kept brushing my fingers against Dylan’s twitching, furry muscle hole. First, we took a brief detour to the front desk. I told Dylan that I needed an extra towel, but I actually needed to give Rick a signal that a new corruption project was underway. As I picked up the towel, I gave Rick a little wink, and he replied by mouthing the word “Oink.” As Dylan and I walked away, I looked back at the front desk and held up both hands, mouthing “10 minutes.” Rick answered with a thumbs-up while flashing an evil-pig grin. Back in the room, Dylan climbed up on the bed, got on all fours, and immediately began sucking my dick. Bobbing up and down on my poz shaft, he instinctively arched his back and aimed his hole at the ceiling. I fixed my sights on that quivering cunt, imagining just how incredible this negboy’s fuckhole would feel against the skin of my poz cock. I leaned down to kiss Dylan. It was important to make a good connection with this kid, to gain his trust. I’ve found that a good makeout session can help establish that kind of instant connection, especially if the boy is affectionate and eager for someone to take care of him. That was Dylan, all right—I could tell he was a sweet one. I wreck boys like him all the time: nice kids who somehow fall under the spell of a guy like me, a guy who lives to see virgin boyhole oozing thick white sperm, preferably streaked with ribbons of pink and red. Cum and blood: the keys to initiation and brotherhood. Dylan kissed me hungrily while I kept toying with his fuckhole. “Just curious, boy,” I whispered in his ear. “Do you like to get tied up?” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “Just as long as you don’t make the knots too tight. I kinda just want the illusion that I’m tied up, you know? I need to be able to escape if necessary.” “Oh, of course,” I replied, reaching into my bag to grab a handful of rope. I looped a few coils around his wrists, then made a loose knot on the bedposts so that he wouldn’t feel trapped. “That OK, boy?” He nodded with a big grin. I leaned down to kiss him again, and his body trembled with hunger and excitement. “I can’t wait to feel my cock slide inside you, Dylan. You’re such a sexy little fucker.” He responded with a happy murmur as I reached into my bag. OK, that’s enough affection for now, I thought to myself. It’s time for things to take a nasty turn. First, I grabbed a piece of piss-stained fabric and shoved it in his mouth. Then I reached up to the knots on the bedposts, and with a simple tug I tightened them so that Dylan couldn’t move his arms. His eyes grew wide, and he attempted to use his legs as leverage, but it was no use—I’d already pinned his thighs with my knees. “Sorry, kid,” I said. “When I tie a boy up, he’s fuckin’ pinned until I say otherwise. For real. No escaping, understand? Tonight you’re mine.” As Dylan attempted to scream through the fabric, I heard a knock at the door, followed by a key entering the doorknob. I looked back to see Rick come in with our buddy Santiago, another staff member. (Santiago, you see, is the kind of ruthless Latino top who just isn’t happy until he sees blood on his dick.) “Excuse me, guys, but we heard sounds of a struggle in here,” Rick said to me, doing his best to sound genuinely concerned. “We just wanted to make sure everything’s alright.” Dylan tried screaming again, but I muffled him even more by placing my hand over his mouth. “Everything's fine," I assured him. "I do have one small problem, though: I need some help getting this boy under control. See those ropes on the bedside table?” Rick nodded and grabbed the ropes. Dylan, meanwhile, was trembling with fear—and that’s a major turn-on for me. When I see a boy get scared because he’s no longer in control, my cock twitches and I start drooling precum. I mean, look: there’s nothing hotter to me than watching a boy break. I love breaking ‘em down until they finally surrender and start begging for the raw dick they’ve always wanted. As Dylan kept trembling and whimpering, Rick and Santiago each grabbed a leg, bent him in half to expose his fuckhole, then secured his ankles to the bedposts. He struggled from time to time, and his head kept shaking back and forth in silent protest. But these protests were feeble—he knew he was fucked. I turned to Rick. “In the nightstand, you’ll find a needleless syringe. It’s all ready to go. A nice big fat dose.” He handed it over to me, and I inserted the plastic tip into Dylan’s hole as he gave me a pained, pleading look. “Don’t worry, boy. This is just some very, very special lube.” Then I pushed the plunger in, releasing the drugs into his fuckhole and bringing Dylan one step closer to the world of chemsex. With the chems quickly finding their way into Dylan’s system, I reached into my bag to grab one of my specially prepared condoms. (The preparation is pretty simple: I slice off the reservoir at the tip, so it only takes a few deep thrusts before my mushroom head bursts through the weak end of the rubber.) I held up the condom for Dylan to see, and relief flashed across his face. We were being safe after all! Then I rolled it onto my dick—making sure my boy didn’t catch sight of the hole at the tip—before pouring some lube on my shaft. Finally, with a slow thrust, I began sinking my poz dick and its useless rubber into this helpless negboy fuckhole. His cunt was warm and hungry from that giant booty bump, and I had no problem going balls-deep on the first push. I pulled back a few inches, then buried my dick all the way once more—at which point I felt my cockhead burst through the rubber, and my precum-covered cock got its first exposure to the warmth and wetness of Dylan’s unprotected fuckhole. A moment later, I pulled back out. The broken rubber now covered about two-thirds of my cock, and a string of precum connected the tip of my dick to the warm hunger of Dylan’s hole. “Sorry, dude,” I said to him, “Looks like the condom broke.” Fear entered his eyes again, and he tried to say something through the fabric stuffed in his mouth. “Dylan, I can’t hear what you’re saying. Don’t worry, though—I’ll ask somebody else. Hey, Rick? Look at this rubber. What should I do?” Rick shrugged. “Take off the rubber. Fuck his hole raw.” “Fuck yeah,” said Santiago. “Just breed that fuckin’ uptight faggot.” I looked back at our boy. “So tell me, boy: Should the three of us just bareback that sweet fuckhole of yours?” Dylan was screaming again, shaking his head back and forth, trying his best to fight his restraints. “Sorry, buddy—I really can’t hear what you’re saying. I guess we’re just gonna go with the majority, OK? Which means I’m gonna pound my cum deep inside you.” And with that, I ripped off the rubber and shoved my raw dick into Dylan’s partied-up butt. I leaned into him, looking directly into his eyes as I began to pump in and out of him with long strokes. He was starting to cry, but that just made my dick harder. “Don’t cry, buddy,” I said to him. “We’re only gonna fill your butt with three raw loads, that's all. You love bareback sex, don’t you?” “Well, at least part of him does,” Rick said, pointing to Dylan’s cock. It was rock-fucking-hard. “Your dick’s pretty hard, Dylan,” I said to him. “I guess some people might call this a rape. But what do you call it when you're raping a cunt that secret loves it?” I noticed that Rick and Santiago were starting to get naked, quietly unveiling the biohazard tats on their chests. And as I expected, Dylan saw the tattoos almost immediately, his eyes going wild with distress as he tried to yell through the muzzle. “I think he kinda likes the biohazard symbol,” said Santiago. "That makes two of us, Dylan," said Rick. "I'm glad to see you're so open-minded about taking our poz cocks bareback, even though we're not on meds." Either Dylan was exhausted or losing his voice, because he hardly made a whimper when he heard that. He just closed his eyes and quietly took my dick. A few moments later, as my pace quickened and my balls tightened, I leaned closer to Dylan. “I’m about to blow a fuckin’ load, boy. Where do you want it?” Now he was crying in earnest, still shaking his head back and forth, still making the occasional whimper. I turned to Rick. “I’m not sure, but I think he said he wants my cum in his hole.” “Yeah, that’s what I heard. Knock him up.” And then Santiago chimed in: “Fuck yeah, dude. Poz that sweet little butt.” At that, I felt Dylan’s hole clench. “His hole just squeezed around my cock. I think that means he’s consenting.” “Fuck yeah it does. Go for it,” Rick said. “Get this boy fuckin’ pregnant. Rape him full of the bug.” I turned back to Dylan. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? My unmedicated poz cum seeping into your bloodstream?” Dylan just closed his eyes and tried to say something. “I really wish I knew what you were telling me, boy. You must be begging for my toxic load in your sweet little hole. You wanna get loaded up, boy? I certainly hope so, ‘cuz I’m breeding you—I’m fuckin’ breeding you, bitch. Hear that, fag? Yeah? You like it? You hungry for some poz seed? That’s what I thought you said. YOU LOVE IT. Well, open wide, faggot, ‘cuz I’m pozzing your sweet neg hole right…fucking…now.” And just like that, I force-bred Dylan with a giant load of my poz cum. He was clearly in shock as I pulled my cock out of his hole—eyes glazed over, mouth wide open. Rick climbed onto the bed and immediately thrust his poz dick into our freshly bred boy, laughing when he saw the near-catatonic expression on Dylan’s face. “I think this kid is speechless with gratitude,” he said, slowly working his cock in and out of our new cumpig. “So let’s make him more grateful. Don’t we have a little something to brighten his day?” “Of course we do,” I replied, taking a few prepared rigs out of my bag. Then I leaned closer to Dylan. “Listen, boy: You want to take our raw dicks, don’t you? Well, this will make it easier for you to be our poz cumdump. But if we’re going to do this, I need you to sit very, very still, OK? Because otherwise you’ll just hurt yourself. Do you understand? That means no struggling, boy. Got it?” As I was saying that, Rick placed a blindfold over Dylan’s eyes, then a tourniquet on his arm, all while keeping his cock lodged deep in the boy’s hole. Then he spoke to Dylan. “We need you to nod for us, boy. Let us know that you understand. You need to be still. Perfectly still. Got it?” A pause, followed by a slow nod from Dylan. “Good boy,” I said. “Now, you’re going to feel a little pinprick in your arm. Again, do not move your arm. Just keep your arm still.” During this little speech, I was busy inserting Dylan’s rig in my arm, capturing some of my blood in the chamber. Then I lined up that same syringe with a vein in Dylan's forearm. “Such a good boy,” I assured him. “OK, here’s the pinch. Stay still.” I inserted the dirty needle in his vein, then pulled it back to mix his blood with mine. “You’re being very good, boy. Just stay like you are.” It only took a few more seconds to push the contents of that fat rig—including a fresh infusion of my poz blood—into the boy’s bloodstream, remove the needle, and release the tourniquet. There was a sharp intake of breath from Dylan. Then Rick moaned. “Dude,” he said. “I love fucking a boy’s hole when he gets slammed up, because his butt gets about 10 degrees warmer as soon as you administer that hit.” As Dylan began a violent coughing fit, Rick’s eyes rolled back and he groaned. “Fuckin’ A. His cunt is convulsing with every cough. I’m not gonna last long inside this boy.” As for Dylan, after a few moments of near-panic, he began to relax. His head tilted back, his mouth opened up. He let out a deep moan. As soon as Rick heard that sound emerge from Dylan, he started working the boy's hole—and with every thrust inside that furry slammed-up cunt, moan sounded a little more like a hungry growl. I leaned closer to Dylan. “OK, slampig. How do you feel about raw cock now?” He paused, then slowly shook his head a few times, just like before. Then another pause. And as Rick’s cock plunged its full length into his hungry butt, Dylan started slowly nodding. “Wait—is that a yes, boy? Are you trying to tell me that you want raw dick?” He nodded again, more vigorously this time. “Is that slam making you hungry, boy? Hungry to get pounded and bred and pozzed?” This time, the nod was almost violent. I could even hear him yelling “Yes” through the fabric. “OK, boy,” I continued, “If we let you speak again, are you going to accept what we’re giving you? Are you going to be a grateful and obedient fuckhole?” Another nod. “Well, here’s your test. When I take this fabric out of your mouth, the first thing I want to hear is ‘Please knock me up.’ Got it?” A nod. “Good boy. Now do it.” I started to remove the makeshift muzzle, and I could hear him saying the phrase through the muffled fabric already. Over and over he said it—“please knock me up,” “please knock me up.” In fact, for those first 30 minutes of speaking, with that giant slam still rushing through his bloodstream, “please knock me up” appeared to be the only thing he knew how to say. And that was just fine, because getting knocked up was the only thing he really needed to do that night. I laid down next to him and whispered in his ear. “So tell me the truth: you’ve always wanted to be a cumpig. Isn’t that right, boy?” “Yes,” he replied. “I wanted cum so bad. Raw dick. Uninhibited fucking. I’ve been so scared, but I’m not scared anymore.” “Good boy. You shouldn’t be scared. You should be proud. Proud to take raw dick, proud to be a true bottom—a bottom who surrenders everything to his top—and above all, proud to be free from the fear of getting pozzed. You remember those dudes fucking in the shower?” "Yeah. That was fuckin' hot." "Well, those are my friends. I set that whole thing up. I asked them to do that in front of you, because I knew it would activate your inner cumpig. I knew it would get you thinking about raw cock, about anonymous dick, about embracing the needs of that hungry fuckin' cunt of yours." I took off Dylan’s blindfold. His pupils were enormous, but his eyes shone with an odd combination of happiness and hunger. “Thank you,” he said to me. “Thank you for giving me what I needed, even before I knew that I needed it.” We fell into a deep kiss just as Rick’s body shuddered violently, his dick delivering pulse after pulse of poz cum inside this slammed-up boy’s hungry hole. Dylan let out another groan, whispered "Thank you so much, you fuckin' stud," and went back to making out with me. Finally I sat up, looking him deep in those jet-black pupils. “One more question, boy. After the three of us breed you, what are you gonna do?” He shot me a devilish little grin. “You mean…other than hunting for more loads?” “Good answer,” I said with a laugh. “And if you think you’re hungry now, you have no idea what’s coming. Because it won’t be long before we’ll slide another needle in your arm to get you even nastier and trashier, you twisted fuckin’ pig.” With that, Rick waved his cock over Dylan’s face, all slicked up with a heavy coating of fresh cum. And without saying another word—like any good pair of pigs—Dylan and I helped each other lick that poz dick clean. MORE TO COME…

I have met bottoms who just insist on every top that they hook up with wear a condom. But sometimes I get the bottom to give in to my bb breeding needs when I deliberately take too long to cum. I am sorry. If the bottom has a very beefy bubble ass, I gotta seed it. I won't negotiate that at all with him. I do run into some cases when the bottom, who wants to get me off, takes the condom off and tells me not to cum in his ass. Now what top in his right mind can honestly say that he can pull out of a good beefy ass when he is at that moment? For me I just nutt in him anyway, but pull out to let the remaining droplets spill on his ass cheecks.

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……….”

Not a great weekend last weekend, so sorry for the wait. Yesterday more than made up for it, so I'm thinking it was worth it. And I am on vacation this week, so hopefully there'll be some hot guys looking to get pozzed and YOU WILL here about it! So, I spent my day off doing some errands. One of the things I needed to do was get a new bottle of poppers--which meant a trip up to the video store. The only store that sells poppers these days is about a 1/2 hour drive, so I try to make sure it's worth my while and usually see what's going on in the video booths. Sometimes it's hopping, like it was today, and sometimes you're lucky if you find one guy. As soon as I got in the parking lot I knew it was gonna be hit-and-miss. There were so many cars in the lot. Too many people and it's hard to cruise because all the booths are gonna be taken up. But boy did I luck out. I opened the door on the end to find this hot Dad type guy sitting with his pants around his ankles and his dick pointing at the ceiling. Silver hair, little mustache, fit, with a furry chest, bright eyes and one hell of a smile when he gave me a nod and asked me to join him. What a mouth on this one. NATURAL. BORN. COCKSUCKER. Loved taking my cock to the base and working his throat muscles. I usually have a hard time coming just from a blow job without any extra stimulation, but Dad was just enjoying it so damn much. And he wanted it. And he GOT it. I haven't blasted a load like that in ages. I'm surprised I did not drown the sexy man! But he took it all and then sucked my shaft until he got every drop from my nuts. Great times. So after that I drove out to my favorite spot. It was a gorgeous day, it deserved to be enjoyed with some outdoor sex! It seemed really slow, so when I went in the woods and this older grungy-looking guy followed me, I went with it. Dude was older and pock-marked; white, stringy hair to his shoulders and smelled like booze and cigarettes. Every once in a while you just need some hot, dirty grunge sex. He pulls down his pants and he has this beautiful, pin-straight cock. I go down on him and his pubes smell like stale piss. FUCK yeah! Was going down own him and slapping drool on my hole to lube it. When I get up I ask if he fucks and he says, no. Only with his partner. But he starts rubbing my hole and sticking his tongue down my throat and I blast load #2 of the day. I am so ready to go home. There's a couple of cars hanging around, but they were there before, so I don't think much of it. I have a cigarette and do a drive through for the heck of it. I park and take a little walk over. Two guys come out of the woods as I'm walking in, so I stop just inside and take a heavy piss. Too bad someone wasn't around to take it. (Outdoor piss scenes = HOT!) So I'm pissing and this tall, slim Puerto Rican comes around the corner checking me out. God, the guy had to be at least 6'5". He had painter duds on and I could practically see the drool coming from his mouth. We go far deep back in the woods. Now, I don't know how to describe this guy better. He seemed close to a foot taller then me, so probably 6'5", about 180, sweet mocha skin, a beautiful set of lips and close-cropped hair. He starts playing with my dick and licking his lips and I ask him if he wants a taste. He asks me if he can and when I nod he gets on his knees. Another great cock sucker and between his mouth work and submissiveness, I'm getting rock hard again. I reach down to pull on a nip and I can feel him groaning around my dick, sending little jolts of electricity to my balls. I pull my shorts all the way off and yoke my shirt behind my head and start feeding him my balls. The boy's writhing on the floor of the woods while I alternate my shaft and my balls in his mouth. I pull out and wipe my slippery shaft all over his face and then spit in his open mouth. I bend down to his ear and whisper, "You need to get fucked, don't you, boy?" and he whimpers. Actually fucking whimpers. I pull off his shirt, ring his pants around his ankles and push him over. He's there on his hands-and-knees, his legs locked by his jeans, and his boy hole winking at me. Who could resist sticking his tongue in a sweet boy ass like that? It's so perky and naturally hairless other then right around his hole. I get my tongue in his crack and just lick the outside of his hole, then press my thumb against it. I lick more to get it wetter and start pushing my tongue at his hole. I want entrance. I wanna taste the inside of him. And I do. His boy hole just opens around my tongue and I start fucking him with it. Spitting in it. Tonguing it. Fingering it. Now I'm dripping. Who knows if I can cum again? All I know is I'm rock hard and need to stick it in his fresh boy cunt. It's winking at me again and his hips are gyrating. I put my head at his hole and rub. I push in a little and he doesn't ask for a condom. I slide more in and he pushes back until I'm in to my balls. I just leave it in there; feeling the warmth of his juicy hole throbbing around my shaft. And then I start to fuck. He wants it. He just keeps begging, "Please...please...please...," and beating and clawing at the pine needles on the ground. I give him all I have and can start to feel my balls tingling again. Am I going to get to charge this little boy ass up, I ask myself. I offer him a hit from my new popper bottle (thank god I made that stop) and he takes a deep one and passes them back to me. I take a nice, long hit of my own. I'm pumping now. Pulling all the way out and then grinding to the bottom. He keeps begging me to screw him. And then it happens...I'm nutting in his hot little boy ass. Giving him my poz load. Breeding him deep as I can pump it. I leave it in for quite a while. This load may not be that big, but I'm going to make sure he gets every drop. I start to get a little soft and carefully pull myself out so my load doesn't come pouring out of his ass. There's one little drop of my cum just sitting right at his hole, so I go in with my tongue to clean it off and then my fingers take over and I start pushing it in. He reaches back and slaps more cum on his hole. He came while I was pounding him and I didn't even know it! He sticks two of his cum-soaked fingers up his cunt and starts playing with himself. I go back in and start licking his hole and his fingers. I help him up and we start making out. He asks if I came in him and I say, "Yes, boy. I bred your hole." He asks if I'm clean and I tell him yes. He doesn't need to know. I don't know if it's going to take, but it it would be hot to know I planted my bug in a hot little slut like him. Who knows? Maybe I'll get lucky and get the chance to try again. But who am I kidding? All I really wanna do is plow that super sweet hole again. Pozzing his cute butt would just be icing on the cake. I need a cigarette.

I went down South to find a black dude who told me he organizes monthly conversion parties. I agreed up front to reimburse him for his troubles. He instructed me to meet him at his business warehouse the following day at 7:30. He also mentioned I would not be the only neg bottom there. When I showed up at the warehouse in a God forsaken neighborhood I wasn't sure if I was going to proceed, and was in the act of turning around to make my departure when I saw a young black stud coming toward me. "Where you goin'?" he asked. "Home." "Why?" he asked, and as he stepped closer to continued saying "You should go right in. Not only will the guys like you, you'll have a good time and you won't regret it, 'specially 'cause we never get enough white guys to go around!" As he spoke, he slid his hand up the ass panel of my rather loose shorts and slid his finger up inside my hole, adding, "By the way, my name is Terick." Well, Terick's powers of persuasion were enough to convince me to turn around and enter the warehouse. When Terick and I got to the door we were immediately buzzed in. The interior of the warehouse was generally dark, smelly and dirty. A group of lockers (with no locks) were grouped against the wall. "Go ahead, strip down," Terick instructed, waiting for me to comply, and as I did, he through my clothing into locker no. 31. Then he also stripped down. His big cock was already rising. "You poz?" I asked, and he nodded 'yes', but when I bent over to taste his pole, he withdrew slightly, and gestured for me to follow him. Passing through another doorway, we entered a more brightly illuminated area where I saw about thirty naked men, most of whom were black, and several of whom cat-called 'White Meat'. I was overwhelmed, but I stumbled into the room and ended-up in a line that read "Neg Bottoms Only." There were about ten bottoms, two of us, white. An older black dude who was standing at the front of the line went down the line of bottoms, a Sharpie in his right hand whereas his left hand was clearly (and liberally) coated with Vaseline. He stuck his fingers in the first guy's ass, then wrote a T on the guy's ass cheek, going down the line doing this to everyone, but the ass of some bottoms he wrote an S and on others a T. He got to the white guy in front of me, buried his fingers into the guy's ass and smiled, writing an S on the guy's ass. Then he got to me, finger-fucked me and wrote a T on my ass. I asked "What's that for?" "Tight or sloppy. So you get the right-sized butt plug after you take some dirty seed," he explained with a laugh, adding, however, "To be honest, most white guys are an S by the time they leave." I was scared and ready to bolt, but in looking at the guys in the Poz Top line, I saw so many enticing cocks, my libido won-out. We went a little further in to a cement-walled shower in which there was a stainless steel douche mounted in the wall. The several guys bolted rather than go through with it, but five guys, including me, douched themselves. Truth be known, I had douched before I left the house, so had no qualms douching again. When I in front of the line, I told the thug I had douched earlier, but he must have taken some pleasure in administering douches because he literally pushed me on to the nozzle and blasted the water, which was fucking cold as hell. Now, the shock of icy cold water pouring into my ass got me thinking 'I'm out of here', but before I could act, I saw the next step in the process, and was intrigued. A big ugly black dude with big fucking lips, (I love to kiss black dudes with big lips) was seated on folding chair with a small tooth brush. The black guy was apparently tasked with roughing-up the asses of the bottoms, because he was using a tooth brush to abrade the bottoms' holes. We lost two more guys, including the only other white guy. I was last in line so when I bent over and the guy pushed the tooth brush up inside my ass, it was caked with the scum from the other guys' asses. Steeling myself, I bent over and felt him brush me but he kept going and wouldn't pull it out for a long time, saying "You're the only white meat left. You will be convert today in one session - for sure." Now I admit I was a bug chaser and I wanted to convert, but now was having second thoughts about subjecting myself to the tops at this gathering. The black dude Terick came over to me after my hole was brushed and led me up to a plywood partition with a sling. He told me to lay back into the sling and he handcuffed my arms to the chains, asking if I wanted the hood? "Fuck no! I want to see who is pozzing me." Terick laughed saying "You're going to wish you had the hood when your done, Daddy. My buddies are going to gut your white hole tonight. These brothers love white meat!" I was both scared and excited. Terick came back and asked me "Do you need anything before I open your booth to the Poz Tops?" "No, where are all Poz cocks?" Laughing, he replied "Yeah, that's what you paid for!" Terick opened the door and the black dudes swarmed into the little cube. They were all hung. One guy stuffed his dick down my throat and I started sucking. I was distracted but then felt a big cock push up inside me. I pulled the dick out of my mouth and asked "You fucking me raw?" "Fuck yeah. No rubbers at a conversion party." "No, I'm done. I want out." I wanted so bad to take poz loads and yet I was chickening-out. "I want out!" The mean ass black dude came over to me and asked "What the fuck are you was doing?" "Quitting," I answered. He grabbed my hair and shook his fist in my face and menacingly snarled "You are the only white meat I got. You ain't going anywhere. You wanted to be converted, and that's what you'll get." Thinking quickly I said "I have to go take a dump." He replied "Well, take it it right here 'cause you not getting unlocked 'till all these guys who want some neg white ass get some." The big dude started pumping my hole again as another guy shoved his cock down my throat. Tears flowed, and the mucus in my throat slopped-out as I was raped. After a few minutes of hard mouth-fucking, the cock in throat blew. "Here comes some dirty HIV seed you wanted. Now, don't waste a drop, mother fucker!" I didn't. I sucked it all down. The big black thug in my ass was starting to burn up inside my raw white asshole. I knew he was leaking precum. "You poz?" I asked. "Fuck yeah, Daddy, and you won't need anymore loads than this to convert." "Please man, I changed my mind. Don't cum inside me!" "Fuck you, Daddy. I paid money to fuck a negative ass and you're getting charged-up real good." Just then he flooded my insides with dirty jizz. He pulled his cock out slowly and another dude went up in me. Not a single drop of the dirty jizz inside my white hole was wasted. The thug came over and wrung the rest of the cum out of his big black cock. "Lick it off. Taste this dirty man seed, mother fucker." It was over. I was sure I couldn't back at this point. My ass was full of millions of poz pollywogs working till there death to convert my hole to poz status. I licked the cum dripping from his cock as he forced me to tongue wash his black dick. Succumbing to the situation, I felt in my heart I had been pozzed. Reasoning it was too late to try to stop the process, I relaxed and gave myself to the other nineteen loads of poz jizz which exploded inside my ass. Afterwards the dude who organized the party approached me just before I left the warehouse, and commented "You sure got what you paid for. I'll see you back here in a month or so to get a special toxic tattoo above your asshole. It's my trademark for pozzing you." Yes! This was a real event, not a story.

A few months ago I met the cutest little bear at the local bear bar. We hit it off immediately and we both wanted to breed…bad. He was with friends and had to go. We exchanged numbers but nothing became of that. I had a few j/o fantasies about him but moved on to other dick. Night before last he messaged me online. We did the typical “how are you?” back and forth until he told me he needed some cum in his ass bad. I gave him directions and thirty minutes later he was on my doorstep. We sat on the sofa, had a drink and played the “first move” game. Normally this is not a game I play. I jump on it right away, but he was so cute and shy it made my poz cock throb just watching him so uncomfortable. I finally stood up and told him I was going to get naked and he could join me if he wanted to. What a sweet little fucker. Nice even coat of curly fur, perky round hairy ass, and the cutest little set of cock and balls on the planet. We made out for quite a while before exchanging blowjobs. I wanted him to beg for it so did not mind extending the foreplay for as long as possible. Then I pulled out my secret weapon, I started to deep tongue his sweet little hole. So fuckin tasty! He moaned like a bitch in heat. Finally he turned over, looked me in the eye and said, “I want you to bare fuck me.” Wow, you do not have to ask twice. Funny thing is I am 90% a bottom but his attitude turned me into a pig top from hell. The thought of infecting this cute guy was driving me wild. I threw his legs up and began lubing my cock with spit. He kept telling me how much he wanted my cum. His sweet little hole made my average cock feel like a twelve incher. He took it like a champ. As I said, I am a bottom so breeding this little bear did not take long. I shot deep and hard filling him with my infection. We spooned for a while with my cock inside. He finally looked over and asked me if I had just knocked him up. I simply said “yeah.” He pulled off me and said “Good. Want me to return the favor?” I wasn’t sure if he was poz or was chasing, but within a few seconds I was on my hands and knees taking his sweet little cock. After he shot in me we put on clothes and he left. Fuck I hope I was the one to knock him up.

Can’t Cross The Line Ever since going on PrEP, I have occasionally allowed my inner sperm pig to rule me. I don’t think I’m ever going to be a bathhouse guy, not that there’s anything wrong with that. I jack off to those stories on this site just like I do the one-on-ones. Especially when they’re creamy stories. But once in a while...that side of me gets to come out and be the pig I know I am. In late 2013, I started sucking off a guy with whom I connected through Craigslist. (As you can see, I’m not THAT much of a goody-two-shoes.) He responded to an advertisement, and when he showed up, we both had that recognition that this was the guy we wanted to find at the door. You know that good surprise feeling of, OH. YEAH, THIS WORKS. He was somewhat scruffy, bearded, kinda soft spoken, a bit like an IT guy who knows his stuff but gets nervous around people. At first glance he appeared to be of an average build, but when he was naked I enjoyed the sight of his dedication at the gym: toned, without being excessively muscular. He really enjoyed it that I made no effort to disguise my enjoyment of his his fat biceps and chest. And his dick. Well, it was perfect. It was nine inches and thick - I mean, real fucking inch-by-inch-by-inch all the way to nine. So I sucked his cock, and he loved it. Then his aggressive side came out, and he didn't hesitate to grab my hair or pull my head down to the base of his cock. He thought he was torturing me by putting his hands behind my skull and pushing his cock all the way down my throat, but I surprised him by being able to relax, and take him far deeper than he apparently expected of me. This went on for a while. I wanted him to fuck me and brought up the possibility. He couldn’t, he said. It was the line he couldn’t cross. Everything but that. Pretty soon we were doing everything but that. He loved rimming me, fingering me, kissing, holding each other. He likes bears. I loved having that muscle dude with his huge cock in my throat. He really got into it when we were physical. I splattered throat juice all over his dick ‘cause he liked it wet and sloppy. I really wanted him to fuck me. I would talk dirty to him while lightly jacking his spit-soaked cock about breeding and making his babies in me and his ass squirmed off the ground, straight up and he moaned as if I had punched him. Yeah, he liked that kinda talk. I included it regularly, hoping to tempt him. But it was the line he couldn’t cross. One night we did all those things in front of a roaring fire and I let him know I was completely serious. I didn’t do this for a lot of guys, but if he wanted, he could cum in me. I would take his sperm. He was surprised by this (despite our dirty talk – talk is just talk) and said he was honored, but he couldn’t. Couldn’t do that one thing. So I sucked him off until he shot his huge load into my throat. Did I mention that? Shoots a lot of sperm and really lets himself holler while he does it. I think it’s one of the only time he lets himself go, when he shoots. In November of 2014, he sent me a text saying he needed to take a break. Not just from me, but he had a couple suck buddies outside the relationship and he needed time off from fooling around. Commit to the relationship amongst other things. He hinted there was more going on in his life than I knew about it, so he asked me not to take it personally. He was cool about it, so I was also, and wished him well, suggesting he contact me in a month, three months, or even a year later if he changed his mind. No harm, no foul. I liked sucking him off, but no strings means no strings. He owed me nothing and vice versa. We exchanged a few more texts but that was it. I was bummed I never felt that huge cock inside me, never heard him scream until he blew it all out up my thick butt. Oh well. Life happens. He was pretty committed to never fucking anyway. Well, I'm here to tell ya, I’ve got his cum in my ass right now, while I’m typing this. Seriously, guys. Still inside me. It’s swimming up into my gut. I contacted him last month after roughly six months of no contact and said, “Hey, hope things are going well. No expectation you reply, but I was just thinking about you. Be well.” He replied almost immediately, thanked me, said he was working shit out. We texted a few more texts, just polite shit, and he was gone. Last week, he started texting me again. Free? You free now? You gonna be free tomorrow around 4? I knew I’d suck him off again soon and that was awesome, but I wondered how far I could push him into breeding. I decided that since this might be a one-time-only reunion, I’d push him pretty far. See if I could break him. We make plans to get together today, Saturday, around 7pm. He was to do as he used to do, come in the bedroom and find me naked. We’d do all the normal stuff. I texted him for the two hours before hand, asking him questions about things that would turn him on. Had this big conversation if he liked the word pussy during dirty talk sex because we are both masculine and yet that word…that word…in the right context….he would go nuts when I said the words ‘get me pregnant, man…’ and so I used text messages to drive him nuts. He let me know he still had that line he couldn’t cross and I said it was okay, but just to let *him* know, I would be fully cleaned out and breeding-ready (and willing) if he changed his mind. I emphasized I was ready to bear his seed. I wanted his splatter. He came over tonight. Started by rimming my ass and I talked filthy to him. Talked a ton about breeding and the intimacy between us if he did and we both knew how much he needed to unload his hard cock in this pink, pink hole. I drove him nuts and he eager attacked my ass lips, slobbering them open and then using his fingers to kinda roughly enter me next. I asked him if he liked it that it hurt, a little at least, to take his hard fingers. If he liked to hear me groan with discomfort. He said he did. Yeah, it turned him on. He didn’t want me to cry and bawl in pain (um…maybe) but he liked imagining my cock hurt my insides, roughed them up, but I still wanted it deeper. I started in on how those abrasions were tearing the capillaries so his pure white and my red-blooded ass walls would merge and create this beautiful, pink goo if he came inside me today. Drove him nuts. He put his dick head on that hole and pushed, just a tiny, tiny bit. I groaned and talked about how real that felt, how real that he was almost causing me to flinch and my hole was slicked open. I said, “I bet you like to slide that huge dick inside in one stroke.” He said, “Yeah. I do.” “Even if it causes discomfort.” His dick got harder in my crack and he said, “Yeah. I do. Are you ready to suck my dick?” I gave him the best head I could. Slobbered it wet. Stopped to occasionally talk about his favorite fucking positions. Sucked him from an angle where his fingers could reach my ass. I gave him some coconut oil and suggested he use it on his finger to give him deeper access. I suggested he pay attention to how my tight hole gripped him. This went on for 15 minutes, him timing my sucks down to the base of his dick with the jabs to my ass. At one point (and this is when I knew I was going for broke), I pulled off his cock and said, “Your dick is super soaked with my spit. My insides are soaked with yours right now. If this is when we were gonna fuck, now would be the moment.” He chuckled but less then three minutes later, he said, “Are you serious about getting fucked?” My hopes shot up. Could this really be happening? At last? I said, “Yeah. I am. Raw. No pulling out.” He said, “Okay. Let’s do it.” I got into position—on my stomach—immediately because I didn’t want him to change his mind. This had to happen fast. He had been really good about not crossing that line, and we had had some great times in the past. Really fucking hot. I felt his cock head push into my hole and I said, “Ready.” He said, “I’m warning you, this isn’t going to take long. Honestly.” I said, “Even better. I want your big cock’s DNA to splatter me, man. Go for it. Knock that pussy up.” He moaned and slid his entire cock into me. It was big. I mean, felt damn big. But he had been jabbing my ass pretty deep with his fingers, so he went balls deep on the first stroke and I groaned in pain and said, “Fuck, it hurts a little. Fuck!” This turned him on and made him punch his dick in deeper. I talked really dirty to him about that second ring, and that second ring predators were the worst breeding offenders because everyone know that second chamber was just sticky for seed. If babies are gonna happen, it’s gotta be in that place, that deep. The filthier I talked about pregnancy and breeding, his masculine power over me, this ultimate in surrender…he loved it. Fucked harder. Faster. Faster. He lasted almost five minutes, which impressed me. I thought he was gonna shoot right away. He said, “It’s gonna happen. Holy shit, it’s gonna happen.” I had nine-fat inches of thick thick cock pounding my hole, going deep. My cheerleading on getting importance of deep breeding inspired him. A few seconds later, he shouted, “Oh god…” Then he started bucking. He screamed. I started yelling, “RIGHT NOW! RIGHT NOW! IT’S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!” Every time he pumped my ass with his hips, I yelled it. I dunno. Seemed hot at the time, to acknowledge the very second, the very moment the sperm’s journey began. He pumped a huge nutload into me. And then he kept fucking me. Wouldn’t pull out. Didn’t want to pull out. I talked about his making it creamy, making it a frothy paste in there now, but I was on auto-pilot. As a guy who doesn’t get fucked all that often, and only bred a handful of time, it was incredible to lie there thinking, “I’m full of his seed. I’m full of this muscle guy’s seed. It’s flowing in me.” He finally crossed the line.

I've got some perv ideas that I'd like to share and I'd also love to hear other's people ideas of that kind so if anyone is interested, pm me

Me. I enjoy being pounded, manhandled, etc but I want still pleasure from it too and i still want to get off.

Took 13 (or so) cocks and 8 loads in back room of Touche in Chicago last weekend.

Besides making sure that you are cleaned out, the main thing is learning to relax the sphincter muscles. Tension translates as pain so it is critical that you learn to control these muscles. The process of douching relaxes both sphincters. Also takes away the the feeling of having to "keep it tight to keep it in". Knowing you are clean allows you to let go. I agree with the previous comments about poppers and pot helping. Really once you learn to relax and get fucked you will never be the same. But you are right it is a learned experience. The body often experiences sensations that are intense as pain and getting fucked is very intense. You may not actually be feeling pain but may just be overwhelmed with the sensations combined with the tensions of not relaxing properly. I also found that sitting on the cock was the was the easiest for me in the beginning and is still the best way to take a really large cock. Missionary is probably the worst for the newbie as it makes you feel the most vulnerable.

Awesome story. I'm in Dallas area, too!

Once you go raw, you never go back to condoms. It's just unnatural.

I'm tryin to figure out how to tie ur pussy ring around my balls like a parachute weight, so I can walk around all day using ur cunt like a fleshlight Your hole makin a slurpy fuck noise and you're swingin between my legs goin, 'Wheeeee " as I stomp around showin off my newest lil' cock leech

One thing I tell people is to focus I relaxing and to breath. Bottoming can be intense. Intensity can be interpreted as pain or other negative sensations. The body and mind's natural impulses are to tighten up. Tightening up increases pressure and pain. On the other hand, not everyone is built to be a bottom. A couple total tops I have known gave it the 'college try', and while they were able to take cock without problems, they simply didn't enjoy it. And in my book, a total top is a beautiful thing!

Took one load, gave another, with my bf last night. We're visiting his parents and staying in the bed he slept in when he was a teenager. It certainly got me going

So fuckin twisted. Think that's the hottest story I'ver ever read...

Buck up, kiddo! Low self esteem won't get that hole filled. If you aren't picky about who breeds you then you should be bred at least a few times a week if you're putting in the work to get it. Either through the internet or bath houses, men will fuck anything and anyone. So say, "why not me?" why not my hole. The universe will provide those who ask

Chapter 2- The Puppets Patrick however, had other things to do. Even though he really enjoyed being with Bill there wasn't enough time. Without hesitating he gave Bill and IV shot of a drug that it would keep him sleeping for long. He had to feed his puppets. They were nothing more than boys mostly like Bill who chose them because they made him horny but kept them captive in his mansion until they became truly his servants. By now, they were somehow like his own boys, he cared for them and he wanted them to be pleased. He used to search for "food" for them but unlike him, they wanted their pray fully conscious. He drove until his mansion, it was't very close to his apartment but he did enjoy driving. Tired as he was from the events of the previous night he probably would search for a "fast food". He called the local plumber lying to him that he had a trouble with the bathroom. He had seen the plumber many times, a truly handsome guy that his puppets would definitely love to play with. He would just wait until he arrived. His 5 puppets were more than hungry as he could see. They were living alone in the mansion with everything they needed under his commands of course. His commands were basically rules and one of the main ones were to be in top shape. He didn't care much about their victims, they could do whatever it pleased them. The door been rung and one of his puppets went to open the door. From now on, it was their call. He left for his bedroom to get some sleep. The puppets had a special room for their purposes. It was a big room with a bed enough for all them to lay and of course for the victim to be placed in the center. There were handcuffs, ropes, gas masks and other kinky stuffs as well as a closet full of drugs. The puppets escorted the unsuspecting plumber to their room. Once he entered one of them locked the door and the other four attacked him. They started to beat him and he was trying to defend himself in vein. He was outnumber. The puppets were very violent. They wanted their food to be exhausted and in great pain before their play. They led him by force to the bed where with the help of the rope the immobilized him. They continued to beating him despite his desperate screams. They punched his face, his abs, they kicked him and spit him everywhere -expect of course his dick. They needed it. He was crying and screaming feared for his own life. They undressed him by using a very sharp knife that ripped his clothes and one of the puppets took the knife and brought it by his neck. He stopped screaming but he was crying silently. They begun to lick his body everywhere.. kissing his mouth were he was bleeding because of all the beating. Surely they knew how to worship a man, even a man surrendered like him. One of the puppets started to suck his dick but he was so scared he wouldn't get a hard on. They had to it by force. The one puppet, who was a little like a leader among them told another one to wear him a cockring. They made him take two erection dysfunction pills and when the veins on his dick were visible they injected him a shot -to his own fright- of a drug that could give him a hard on for hours. After a while his dick begun to grew and most of the puppets would suck impatiently. The leader wore him a gas mask which he connected with a popper vial. He could see his body relax and maybe who knows, enjoy the sucking. He then decided all these weren't enough so he made him a second IV on his hands to get him real hight. He had a thing for injection people with drugs too. They had know started to ride his dick in turns. They were some cum thirsty. Their assholes ruled them. They didn't need lube or any preparation, their hole would just open ready to swallow their victim's dick and load. The leader removed the popper vial and he tapped the gas mask in a way that the victim couldn't breathe. He was counting from inside and every one minute he was allowing him to breathe. For how long could he last? His face was turning purple red he begun to move his hands weakly, how could he resist? So many drugs in his bloodstream.. And then unwillingly again, he came into a puppets mouth who he shared it with the others. They didn't stop sucking however, a shot wasn't enough for all of them. They always sucked their victim dry. They made him cum the same way 3 more times and they were quite happy. But the forth time he came to an orgasm he didn't cum at all- there wasn't any cum left in his balls. That made them really angry. They started beating angrily again, now at his dick too. They would kick his balls, squeeze them, slap it and he helpless would just accept all this violence until he lost conscious. The leader then told them to stop. He took the plumber, untie him for the ropes raised him on his arms and went for Patrick's chambers. When he came he knock the door and Patrick told him to enter. I brought our leftovers sir, he said. And he left the unconscious plumber on the floor. Very well, Patrick said. Was he good? The boys are very happy, the leader replied. Perfect, now tell me, did you play with his asshole? Never sir. That would be all, off you go, Patrick said. He looked at the young beaten man in the floor who didn't had anymore cum. What could he do with him? If you like the story and want to read more, please comment and say your opinions. Thank you all

i posted an ad yesterday on bbrt for a pump & dump in a club, I got no replies except 1 from bbrt but too late, when i got to the club in the afternoon i bent over on the fuckbed in my BIKE jockstrap without turning around & took 6 loads up my ass - no loads refused cumhole.

When it comes to breeding ass I am having a week to remember!!! Last night I hooked up with a hot married bottom pig from Texas! Met him on CL and he told me he had 3 loads in his hole already. Gave me his hotel infor and off I went. When I arrived I was greeted by a muscular man in a jock with the hottest hairy chest in the world. The second the door closed behind me he was on his knees going at my cock. I was hard in no time. He looked up at me and said he needed me to breed him like the slut he was. I stripped down, went over to the bed and he got on all fours. I lubed my cock up and slid right into his sloppy hole. I pumped his furry ass hard and deep. The whole time I was getting turned on looking at his weeding ring grabbing the sheets. He moaned like a fucking bitch in heat! telling me to breed his married hole and to to lube his ass up for the next top that was coming over. After 30 minutes of pumping I unloaded a huge thick load of seed seed into his hole! Afterwards, he got on his knees and cleaned my cock off! I got dressed and headed out. As I was exiting his room the next lucky top was just about to knock at the door. Damn I love cum hungry married fuckers!!

Part 4: No Fun and Games The waiting was almost over. It seemed like an eternity. I had a nine-day poz load saved up for me, ready to be injected into me by a gorgeous hung top. I barely slept the past couple of nights. I did manage to force myself to only jack off twice before we met up. I thought it would feel strange. But, it all felt so natural somehow. I'll admit I had a hard-on for a half-hour before I went into his apartment and that may have helped some. And I pre-lubed my hole as he requested with LOTS of lube. I knew he was big, but still not sure how huge. So there I was, eye to eye .. or rather eye to cock with Eric's dick. It was both long and thick even as it hung semi-hard in front of me. "Look up," Eric instructed me as I slowly sucked and savored his cock. I nearly forgot that I would be recorded. My cock twitched at the thought of being able to look back and relive this night. "Tell me what you signed up for," he prompted me. In my excitement, I kinda forgot the exact line I was supposed to say but I made the point well enough, "I want you to fuck me with your big poz cock. I'm a whore for it. I need you to shoot poz cum into my hole." I sounded like I was outside of myself as I heard myself say that. But, I also felt an urgency I could never fully describe. I went back to inhaling his cock as it tightened and grew inside my mouth. It wasn't just a big cock. It was a beautiful cock. I couldn't help but to slober all over it. I heard him give me my final warning, as he called it. "I want to make sure you understand that this fuck will probably convert you. My cum is very toxic and you will likely end up pozzed when I'm done using your ass." I was a little scared, honesty, but too turned on then to pay attention. I simply looked up at the camera and then into his eyes and said, "Use my ass. I want your poz load inside me. It's yours." Before I knew it, he practically threw me onto the couch and I felt him take my waist. I gasped for breath when I felt him push it in. Was he ramming it into me?!? It didn't feel like it could fit. "Take my poz cock," he said quietl Somehow, I felt a bit more relaxed, even though my hole was on fire being stretched in every direction. "That's it ... " he assured me, "I'm sliding my big poz dick into you now." I wanted to verbalize my acceptance. But, the pain prevented me from speaking. Only short intense breaths came out as my ass slowly got used to his big member inside me. I thought I was going to black out. I've never had my hole stretched like that before. And never felt a cock as deep inside of me. The pain started to pass; and suddenly a pleasure I never experienced in sex took over me. His cock was touching places inside me I never felt before. And he slowly started to push in and out, making small gains forward into me with each push. I was brought back to reality when he said, "You're getting fucked by a poz cock." Those words echoed inside of me. I was not capable of speaking as the pleasure grew and the pain diminished. "I love it" was the first phrase I could utter.Although, love felt like too weak of a word to describe how I felt. "Fuck poz cum into me!" I blurted almost in song-like fashion. Eric picked up his pace, then leaned forward and whispered into my ear, "do you think this is a game?" his voice transitioned from soothing to nearly-evil, "I'm not playing games here. I'm gonna fucking poz your twink ass," he said evenly. He then quickened his pace and my ass felt a new pain, but the pleasure still over-rode the new painful sensation. "Poz my ass!" I encouraged him. I noticed a loud slapping noise, and then associated it with his balls slamming against my taint. "Oh, you're enjoying this huh?" he said, his tone still cool, "This fuck might kill you, and you are loving it." I was no longer in my right mind. Everything Eric said sounded so wrong, but felt so right. I eagerly agreed, "I want it! I want your very detectable load!" I blurted back. "I'm fucking you to death with each thrust," Eric said in a decidedly louder voice. My orgasm was approaching. How could such awful words arouse me so? He then punctuated his verbal point with an ever deeper and harder jab that I didn't expect. Once I recovered from the unusual sensation, I still felt compelled to urge him on. "Yes!" I shouted, "murder me with your cock! Fuck me to death!" I nearly screamed out. My cock was involuntary twitching as he pummeled my ass. We felt in perfect sync, "Get ready for my death seed," Eric instructed me, "oh and one more thing. I have AIDS now!" For some reason, it took me a few moments to realize what he said. And I remembered the first time I imagined him fucking me. As my orgasm neared, I shouted the line I had practiced so many times "I want to have HIV cum fucked into me!" A few more poundings, and then he corrected me, "It's not HIV, it's AIDS!" I felt my ass get even tighter, and then the pumping of his dick. "Take my AIDS cum!" he announced as I felt him unload deep inside me. At the first hint of wetness, I shot my load onto the sofa cushions in front of me. "Oh wait, we forgot all about this," Eric said as I slowly caught my breath. Open your mouth. I did as instructed. He placed an empty bottle of HIV meds into my mouth and I wrapped my lips around them. "There ya go," he said. "Remember, they are probably useless to you too."

This issue was brought up once before- and I think the answer is to have special discounts-- maybe during specific hours- but to lure in the younger guys ( who may very well be living from paycheck to paycheck) .A deal along the lines of from 3 till 5 pm, or from 1 to 3 AM, or days 10am till 4pm-- do something along the lines of having a standard,peak rate that you base discounts on, then charge a percentage of the peak rate based on age- a 20 year old will pay 20% of the peak rate, a 70 year old will pay 70%-- EVERYONE gets a break, but in theory the guy who is just starting out and may be hard pressed for cash gets a bigger break, but is a bigger draw crowd wise . Not to slam older guys ( fuck- I realized some time ago I have become one of them) but when I go to the tubs, I am not lured by the 70 yr old overweight man who wants to ask 20 questions as I am getting fisted by someone else. Now, toss the 24 year old in and I might be eager to explain and show him myself how to do it, - A side variation would be to use the persons actual age as the percentage of the standard rate they get charged--a 19 yr old would pay 19% of a $32 room or $6.08-- any bath house owner interested in trying this experiment??

BRAVO! BRAVO!!!

On my way out of town stopped by local gay complex in St Petersburg FL for a quick cruise before hitting the road for a work trip. Was early but spotted a guy cruising, we chatted but he was a local too so he didn't have a room. This guy is beefy with huge arms and chest and I can tell by his shorts he is camando. He suggested a rest area nearby that has a beach where guys cruise. We park and walk down the beach to a wooden area. He pulls off his shirt and drops his shorts around his ankles, i drop and start to suck his thick cock. He is rock hard instantly and spins me around and starts eating my ass. I am holding onto a tree as he works my hole good with his tongue preparing it for his entry. After he has got me nice and wet he stands up and inserts his cock in my hole and starts ramming me good. He is pounding me so hard i am holding onto to the tree to keep from falling, soon he lets out a very loud grunt and starts to yell loudly with the sound only made when cumming. If anyone is around am sure they heard it. After he unloads i reach between my legs and feel his cock still inside me but my hole is dripping with his load. He pulls out, pants up and we walk out of wooded area to our cars. Have a bit of small talk about our relationship status and both of us head south for work. Great way to start a week!

Part 3: Closer Sorry it's been a while on the update here. Eric had finals last week. And then things started getting very interesting. Needless to say, I signed the contract last week, and I added a note to it "sorry for cumming on it" after I signed it. I slid it underneath his door and anxiously awaited. A few days later, I received a package in the mail. The return address was left blank. I wasn't sure what to expect. As I opened it up, it was obvious who it came from. It was a white cock-shaped dildo. I'd guess around 8 inches in length and somewhat thick. And, at the base of the dildo cock in magic marker, the handwritten word "POZ" appeared. A bottle of KY was included in the package. And a note. It took me a few moments to process what I was looking at. I definitely wasn't expecting this. The note read "Use this dildo to practice taking poz cock. Mine is longer and thicker, but this will be good practice. While you fuck yourself with this dildo, remind yourself that you are being fucked by a poz cock. Text me a picture of it inside your ass so I know you are still serious. And I will give it to you soon." I didn't waste any time at all. I never used a dildo on myself before. It just felt weird. I applied lots of lube to my hole and the dildo and started forcing it into me. I paused for a moment as I noticed the "POZ" lettering at the base. And then I did as instructed. I imagined being fucked by Eric's poz cock. I could have cum in a few seconds, but then remembered I had to take a picture. I was only able to get the tip of the dildo near my hole as I took the picture. I made sure that the POZ lettering was clearly legible. I wanted him to see the evidence of my willingness to take his cock. After snapping the pic, I worked the dildo inside of me and imagined the pozzing that awaited me. Within a few minutes, I shot my load all over my stomach and chest. Even though I just came, I was still turned out which was rare for me. I texted Eric the picture and texted a few words with the pic. "I want ur poz cock in me so fucking bad!" And then I waited for what seemed to be an eternity. It took Eric a day reply to my text. I've never been so eager for a hookup. What was this spell he had over me? I didn't care. I wanted him. And that's all that mattered. His response once again wasn't what I expected. It read "My viral load is very high. One fuck should do the trick."

I was on A4A today, chatting with this bottom guy, and he mentioned how much he wanted to fuck while at work. That made me flash back to some good times when I was a wee little cumdump. Didn't even know I was one at the time. I was about 18. Working is a fast food steak and hoagie (sandwich) shop. My uncle had been cornholeing me for a little while now so I knew what I really wanted, but didn't have much guidance.. Until one day, I went to the back of the store, looking for what, I don't remember, but what I found was priceless. My boss and his friend were back there, just talking and when I entered, they stopped and just looked at me and that look, I will never forget.. It was pure lust, but in a sick sort of way.. My boss was about 6'3 at the time, but had a massive beer gut. Turned me on big time. He friend was much smaller. About 5'9, but very thick built. Both black. My boss, light skin, his friend, dark.. I had just gotten braces and was still getting adjusted when my bosses friend, "joking" around asked me how wide I could open my mouth, now that I had the braces? Not catching on right away, I just showed him, by opening real wide. Hey, I was young. I remember they were very excited about how wide I could open it. As I flash back, my boss and his friend were slowly luring me into the darker part of the room.. By the time his friend slide his hand down the back of my pants and rubbed my ass hole, I was in the corner, trapped, but blocked by both, who were keeping watch.. Again, my uncle had been fucking me for at least 3 year now, so while it was no surprise to me, it was a great shock when my bosses friend's finger slide right into my wet hole.. All the way in.. Of course, I moaned.. They both just looked at me.. Being a slut and understanding the situation a little better.. I was young, but learning fast.. I had to confess, just enough.. Told them both I just been fucked. They wanted to know by who, but I just would not let them know. Really, they didn't care. Mind you, my bosses friend was still fingering my hole all this time and it felt so good. The place where I worked has an apartment upstairs the boss used to often sleep in. Nice place. Full 2 bedroom apartment. They talked me into meeting them the upstairs apartment, but were smart about it. There was an alley next to the door leading to the apartment. They would leave the door unlocked and wanted me to sneak in, coming down the alley, so no one would see. Was easy for me. Worked like a charm.. As soon as I got to the first level, where one bedroom was, my bosses friend pulled me in and told me to just strip. I didn't hear him at first because he was naked and had a great body, but his dick was massive and i've only ever been fucked by my uncle. Yes, it was often, but my uncle was only about 6 inches and was pretty thin, so after a while, sliding in for him was nothing. This monster in front of me, had me slowly backing out the room.. He grabbed my arm and pulled me in and started to remove my clothes and pushed me down on my knees. I sucked as much as I could. It was fully hard, 8 inches, but about 6 -7 inches thick. Massive.. And again, Im 18. want to say I was about 5'9, maybe 170. Nice body.. I knew its was going to hurt, but this part of me just let them use me. When he was ready, he lifted me up, laid me face down on the bed, pulled my ass into the proper height for him, and put a lot of jell (lube) on my hole as his dick.. He stepped up to me, then froze for a few seconds, then told me to just lay flat.. Of course, I followed directions. He climbed on top of me and once he dick head touched my hole, he screamed.. He pushed my head into the pillow to muffle the scream.. He was very slow as I was still tight and his dick was massive, but he slowly worked that massive fucker up my hole.. I wasn't really crying, but it hurt like hell so the tears were flowing, but I never let up. I let this man, friend of the family, fuck my 18 year old butthole and he fucked me good and hard.. all while I screamed and moaned and teared into the pillow.. When he came in me, it literally felt like an explosion up my hole and he just froze and pumped it into me.. He pulled out and for some reason, I just jumped on my knees and sucked his dick clean.. That's when I looked at the door to see my boss standing there, dick out and rock hard. Now, I have to say, for his size his dick was pretty small.. Not really tiny, but for his size, I was expecting much bigger.. Didn't matter.. He walked in, grabbed me by my arm and pulled me into living room area, threw me head first into the sofa, with my ass up in the air, slammed in my sore, wet hole and fucked me pretty senseless for about 5 straight minutes. It's weird, as I flash back, there wasn't much talk with these guys.. except when my boss came deep in my hole.. "DAMN, that's a nice hole, boy.." Hearing that, I came instantly.. They threw me my clothes, told me to get dressed and sneak back out.... That was just the first visit to that upstairs apartment..

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 9 Three more guys lined up and one by one they fired their seed into my used cunt. They called me slut, whore, and pig while pounding my used ass. Each time they degraded me, filled my ass, then turned and walked away my burning desire to be even more of a cum whore grew stronger. Several guys bent Zak over and filled him with their cum. One guy stuck around and fucked Zak twice bringing his load count to 6. I now had a gooey mixture of 10 loads of cum in my gut with one being a known charged load, and I only craved more. . I could no longer contain the quantity of cock juice mixed together in my ass. The last guy pulled his cock from my gaping hole. A glob of cum followed his dismount and splotched on the floor then dripped from my cunt lips. The feeling of all that hot seed running down my ass made my cock throb in excitement. I thought my cock couldn’t get any harder but then HE appeared in the doorway. It was the AIDS daddy. One look at his wasted body and my engorged cock boned up even more. The corners of his mouth curled up displaying an evil grin. “Well, surprise, surprise. So you’re the pig taking ALL loads. I told you I’d be back, boy. Ready to get started?!!” Still standing in the doorway he dropped his towel. I glanced at Zak’s reaction to the sight of the AIDS daddy’s monster, uncut cock hanging down and swaying slightly from side to side. Zak’s cock quickly began to lengthen and stiffen. The AIDS daddy’s foreskin hugged the head of his cock, exposing just the tip of his glans beyond its edges. “You want my dirty seed, pig boy?” I was mesmerized by the site of this beautifully wasted stud. My cock again pulsed fully erect. “Fuck, yes I want it.” “Are you sure, boy?” “Yes.” “Be careful what you wish for, boy. You may get more than what you bargained for.” The AIDS daddy stepped toward the back of the sling with my gaping cunt on display. I could tell the thought of shooting his seed in my cum-sloppy hole turned him on probably as much as it did me. His shaft was already almost fully erect and dripping charged precum. He took one look at my wet, sloppy hole and said, “Fucking hot!!” His cock stood at full attention in an instant and jumped, throbbed, and stiffened several times. A greenish yellow discharged oozed from his venomous piss hole. He groaned, and it was obvious this wasn’t just pleasure. It was a groan with underlying pain. My cock also twitched. I stared at his glans as the discharge oozed down the head of his infected beast. I looked directly into his eyes, and they were now gazing into mine. The sly expression on his face told me he knew I realized I’d be getting more than his AIDS laced semen. The AIDS daddy gave me no chance to say a word. He lined up his toxic gono cock and plowed into my sloppy cunt like a venomous cobra ready to strike. Zak knelt on the floor leaning back on his heels with his rock hard shaft standing straight in the air. I don’t think he realized that the AIDS daddy wasn’t just giving me his toxic load of cum. Zak watched the AIDS daddy thrust into my cunt. Zak continued to stroke his engorged meat and worked his fingers into his cum-filled hole. Zak was already dancing on the edge of shooting his poz load but backed off holding his cock still with a tight grip at the base. His cock pulsed and throbbed as a small trickle of precum and cum leaked from his piss hole and dripped from his PA ring. “Fuck yes,” I blurted out with no hesitation!! “Fucking infect me.” “You want my AIDS, don’t you, boy!!? I’m full blown, pig.” “Fuck yes….I need your DNA in me.” The AIDS daddy thrust in me hard. He again groaned with pain telling me he was spewing more gono from his diseased shaft. I was becoming a true whore….a vessel of diseases and loved every minute of it. Zak approached me and buried his tongue down my throat. He made out with me while the AIDS daddy plowed into my hungry cunt. As he repeatedly bottomed out in my guts, cum gushed from around his infected meat, and dripped from his balls forming a puddle on the floor at his feet. A small crowd of guys formed in the doorway of the sling room. Some stroked their cocks, and some just watched massaging their half hard dicks through their towels. While Zak was bent over making out with me a good-looking middle aged guy dropped his towel revealing a beautiful 8-9 inch veiny, hard cock. He approached Zak and rubbed the head of his shaft between Zak’s ass cheeks. He ground his cock against his hole a few times, then spit on his shaft and plowed into Zak’s used cunt. The AIDS daddy continued to slam his shaft into me while the middle aged guy rammed his cock full force into Zak’s gut. “Oh fuck, you pigs are such a turn on!!......fuck!! I won’t last long,” came from the middle aged guy. After a good five minutes thrusting into Zak the middle aged guy fired his load into Zak’s cunt, cracked him on the ass and pulled out. “Thanks you fucking pig,” he said, then grabbed his towel and disappeared into the crowd of guys at the doorway. Zak just grinned then continued to make out with me like a proud cum dump. AIDS daddy plowed on. “Oh my fucking God!! Your ass is so fucking hot. I love fucking a cum-filled slut. I know you want my AIDS you whore. You want all my diseases, don’t you, pig?” Hearing those words Zak immediately pulled his tongue from my mouth and looked at the AIDS daddy. He leaned against the wall with his hands wrapped around his pole and stroked his rock hard meat. “Fuck yes…..infect my boyfriend with your AIDS.” “You’ll get my AIDS babies pig along with a little bonus gift.” My cock stiffened, and I nodded my head in agreement, “Fucking hot!! Give me all your diseases.” “You got it pig. I’ve been spewing my gono in your cunt all along. You want all of it, don’t you pig? I’m going to give you my AIDS and my gono. You’re going to have one fucking hot diseased cunt, boy.” “Oh fuck,” Zak burst out as he edged his hard shaft. “What a turn on, babe.” My demons were growing stronger in me…..my desires growing more and more taboo. I was probably already infected with gono, and now about to add AIDS to the mix from this hot, wasted, full blown AIDS daddy. Would his AIDS mutate with my strain? My body was still stressed from my recent conversion. He got off on infecting guys and spreading his diseases. I wanted to be one of those guys. I wanted his gono, his AIDS, hoping it would mutate with my virus. I wanted my strain more resistant, more potent. I couldn’t deny it. It turned me on so much. “Fuck, yes. Give it to me. Give it all to me.” “Fuck, pig…..so fucking hot to share this with you, make you a diseased vessel like me.” Zak’s body glistened with sweat, his beard slick and wet. His hand was wrapped around his fully engorged meat, stroking slow, holding himself at the edge denying his balls release. The AIDS daddy was on a mission. He plowed into my cunt harder and harder determined to work his AIDS and gono into my system. He growled and groaned. I could tell he was again oozing his thick gono discharge into my hole. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!!” His muscles flexed tightening his grip on the sling chains. Beads of sweat ran down his body. His head swung back. His thrusts drove into me faster. He was on the verge of unloading his infected ball juice. He plunged into my gut three more times then buried his dick deep in my gut. “Fuck, you’re getting my AIDS fucker…..right now.” He let out a long, loud groan, and his shaft began to pulse over and over. With each wave of muscle contractions down his shaft I felt huge globs of AIDS laced cum and gono discharge hit my intestine walls. “Feel my infected babies in your cunt, boy? I haven’t unloaded in a week. Your ass is filled good with my AIDS and gono.” I was so boned up I felt my cock could erupt without even touch myself. Zak continued to edge his throbbing shaft preventing his balls from firing off their seed while holding the cum he acquired in his cunt. The AIDS daddy glided his shaft through the goop in my hole. With his cock still half erect he pulled it out of my cunt. It was coated with cum that dripped from his glans. A thick greenish glob oozed from his piss hole. He grasped his wet pole and worked more gono from the mouth of his shaft then slid his cock back into my gaping hole. “You need every drop of my diseases, pig.” The AIDS daddy again fucked my gaping cunt, working his diseases deeper into my gut. He thrust into me several times before pulling his softening cock from my hole. “Fucking sweet!! Enjoy my AIDS pig. You’ll love being knocked up with my gono too. The pain and discharge are so fucking sweet.” The AIDS daddy stood back from the sling still panting and sweating. I flipped my legs down out of the sling. As I lowered them to the floor I swung myself out of the sling, cum squirted from my gaping hole, still wide open like the legs of a busy prostitute. I was a little unsteady and weak in the knees from being in the sling for so long. The AIDS daddy tried to steady my balance, but I quickly found myself on my knees in front of his beautiful, uncut cock. I looked up at him gazing down at me and reached up to his chest and rubbed my hand across his sweaty, wasted body. The feel of his body made my cock stiffen even more. I longed to have a hot, AIDS wasted body like his. The AIDS daddy grasped my hand and pushed it down to his cock. “Take it in your hand pig and lick it clean, pig!” I grasped the base of his cock and slid my hand down his cum drenched shaft. A glob of gono discharge oozed from his piss hole and slid down his glans to the edge of his foreskin. My tongue met the head of the AIDS daddy’s cock, and I devoured the full length of his meat into my mouth. I sucked the cum and gono down my throat then licked his shaft and ball sack clean. He stood over me and pissed all over me as though he were marking his territory. I looked up at the AIDS daddy’s face then he spit on me. He said, “Thanks pig!!” I knelt on the floor drenched in piss with a major hard on and watched The AIDS daddy’s wasted body as he turned and walked out of the room. I got one last glimpse of his diseased cock dangling between his legs then he was gone. I felt used and slutty and immensely turned on by my dark desires growing inside me. Zak pulled me to my feet. He wrapped his arms around me with a caring touch. “That was so fucking hot, babe.” He gently kissed me on the cheek then slid his tongue across my face to my lips. “MMMM… I can taste him on your lips.” Zak held me in his arms and made out with me; long, deeply passionate kisses. His tongue danced with mine in an erotic exchange. My heart pounded in my chest, and my boned cock, firmly pressed against Zak’s biohaz tat, throbbed repeatedly. Zak demanded, “Make love to me, babe. I need you inside me.” Zak led me by the hand to the sling and swung himself into it. I lined my cock up with Zak’s used hole and slid into his cunt oh so slowly. My shaft glided into his cum-filled hole so smoothly. His cunt felt like velvet on every inch of my shaft. Each time I thrust into Zak’s waves of muscle contractions shot down my shaft then to my sloppy cunt, causing it to pucker. The mixture of diseased cum sloshed deeper into my gut with a small squirt of toxins trickling down my balls and legs with each plunge of my poisonous dick into my boyfriend’s hungry cunt. My balls ached for release. I knew it was too soon to infect Zak with my newly acquired gono and AIDS cum, but I knew he wanted them as much as I did. I could feel the mix of cum in his ass gush along my shaft with each thrust into his gut. “Fuck, Zak, I want to share these diseases with you so much.” “You will be, babe. I want them all. I love that we’re both full of cum, babe. It’s so hot sharing this moment with you.” “Fuck, feel my diseased cock in you; buried in your sloppy hole. I want to give you my poz cum.” “Fuck, you’re pushing me over the edge, babe. I’m so close to shooting my load.” “Me too, Zak. I can’t hold back any longer. You want my virus, my gono, don’t you?” “Fuck yes…..I want gono, AIDS, everything with you, babe.” I reached behind and buried two fingers in my sloppy cunt while thrusting into Zak. I pulled my fingers from my hole and smeared my mixture of toxic semen and gono onto Zak’s lips. He licked the seed from his lips before sucking my fingers clean. My balls tighetened and cock throbbed. “Fuck, you’re getting my diseases now. Take my dirty cum.” My cock shot its seed into the pool of cum in my boyfriend’s cunt, spilling juice from his hole before I could even pull out. At the same time Zak’s meat erupted into huge puddles of semen splattered across his abdomen and chest. I pulled my wet cock from Zak’s hole, knelt on the floor, and swirled my tongue around his cunt lips. A small trickle of cum slop oozed from his hole as he tightened his sloppy cunt. I lapped it up like a thirsty dog. It was the perfect ending to one totally slutty night celebrating my conversion. The following morning we met Charles for brunch. Over a round of bloody marys we shared the details of our night at the tubs. He told us of his night fucking a cute little twink in the bathroom at one of the gay bars and planting more of his seed in the guy’s eager hole. Another twink on his way to joining the club, no doubt. After brunch we all met at Zak’s shop for the final declaration of my new poz status. I thought about having my biohazard tattoo carved into my ass, but then quickly realized I wanted to be able to look down at it as I was taking cock and seeding holes. I decided to not have the same location for my tattoo as Zak, so I had him place mine on my right hip. It was final. I was now a marked proud, poz pig. Now I needed to confirm what we already knew, but figured I’d kill two birds with one stone and wait for the gono to kick in before testing for HIV at the clinic. My ink session turned into an erotic, toxic threesome swapping our charged loads with each other. I really liked Charles. He was not only extremely hot, but he was Zak’s daddy, and my brain secretly entertained the idea of Charles joining us in a triad relationship. We spent the afternoon flirting with Charles over cocktails while enjoying the eye candy. I hoped we would be seeing a lot more of him in the coming months. Before I knew it the afternoon was spent, and it was time for me to head home to Milwaukee. I was laid up in bed for a week with the fuck flu so it was time to get back into work mode. I swung open the front door to my home. I kicked my shoes off and picked up my phone to text Zak that I was home. Like clock-work before I could even enter a letter into the text box my phone rang. “Hi mom.” “Oh Isaac, I’m glad you’re home.” “Mom, this is a mobile phone. I could be anywhere and still get the call.” “Oh,….. well are you home? I didn’t hear from you all week. Are you alright?” “Yes I’m home, and yes I’m alright, mom.” “Oh, good. You remember Betty across the street, Isaac?” “Yes mom. I know who Betty is.” (Thinking to myself) We only talk about her every time you call. “Well she’s quite distraught. She tried to set her son up on a date, and he told her to stop doing that because he’s gay. You remember Brian, don’t you?” “Oh no, Tell me you didn’t, mom.” “So I was thinking you’re gay and he’s gay.” “Mom, Oh please tell me you didn’t.” “And you’re single and he’s single…..” “Mom, I’m not single. I told you that.” “So I set you two up on a date.” “Mom!! You didn’t.” “Of course I did. Is it so bad for me to want you to be happy?” “Mom, I told you I’m not unhappy.” “Well you certainly seem unhappy.” “What gives you that idea?” “Well you never bring anyone home.” “That doesn’t mean I’m not happy. I’m not ready for that yet.” “Well, you can at least meet Brian.” “I told you I’m seeing someone.” “Well, then you could introduce him to someone.” (Thinking to myself) Well if he’s chasing I have something to introduce his ass to. “Mom, I’m not playing matchmaker.” “Why not?” “Mom!! You have to stop doing this!!” “Why, there’s no harm done?” “Oh yeah? Remember when you asked my former high school friend, Steve, if he wanted to take your gay son on a date because you saw him wearing a pink shirt and had both ears pierced so you thought he must be gay?” “You act like that was such a terrible mistake. Could have happened to anyone.” “Mom, you outed me to my entire school.” “Well how I was to know? He certainly looked gay.” “I’m not going on a date with him, mom.” “Your date is Friday night.” “Did you even hear a word I just said?” “You can pick him up at 7 at Betty’s.” “Mom, I told you I’m not going on a date with him.” “Now don’t be late, Isaac.” “Mom!! I told you…… “You can thank me later. I love you……click.” “Mom!! You didn’t just hang up on me…..fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!” I text Zak. “I’m home. Fabulous news. My mom called. She doesn’t listen. She knows I’m dating you. She set me up on a date with the neighbor’s son, and I told her no. She told me to thank her later then hung up on me. WTF??!!” “LOL….have fun. What night do you get to knock him up?” “Haha….funny!! Supposed to pick him up Friday night but it ain’t happenin.” “Oh come on…..he might be a cute chaser.” “I’m not knocking up the neighbor’s son.” “LOL….well I think you should go. It could be an interesting night. Besides…..I have tattoo appointments for Friday night. I’ll come to Milwaukee Saturday. You can tell me all about your date.” “Very funny……haha.” “What could it hurt? Take him out….show him the love.” “Fuck me!!” “Ok…..but it will have to wait till Saturday…..LOL.” “See you Saturday. I love you.” “Ditto, babe.” Next chapter ASAP guys.

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 8 “A surprise?!! I already have an awesome gift from you.” “You’ll like this surprise. Time to celebrate your conversion.” “Oh, a Friday night fish fry,” I asked with a smirk? Zak chuckled, “No, more like a Friday night fuck fest.” We drove to the south end of Boystown to a bar called Manhandler. As we walked down the sidewalk toward the front door Zak said, “Thought we would start here. We can have a few drinks while cruising the play area out back.” The bar area was small taking only a few bar stools to line its full length. Bareback porn played on several screens scattered throughout the dark room. I quickly sufficed that men didn’t come here for the casual conversation even though the bartender was friendly and personable. We both ordered a beer then Zak led me onto the back patio. Two groups of guys huddled together laughing and puffing on their Marlboro lights. As we strolled through the open patio area toward a fenced in, large covered arbor a few guys broke from their discussions and turned their heads to give us the once over. I made eye contact with a sexy daddy type with a shaved head, and a thick patch of chest hair that curled out from his shirt’s neckline. He glanced from me to Zak, and a huge smile suddenly appeared on his face. He started to walk toward us. He approached Zak and put out his hand. As he shook Zak’s hand he pulled Zak into a big hug and chuckled, “Oh my God, How the hell are you, sexy?” “Doing great. Awesome to see you, Charles.” “I haven’t seen you for months. What have you been up to?” “Well, for starters I have a sexy boyfriend I’d like you to meet.” Zak put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. “Zeek, I’d like you meet a good buddy of mine, Charles.” I put out my hand to greet Charles. He shook it then said, “Hell, Zeek…..” He pulled me toward him and gave me a hug. “Pleased to meet you.” As he released me from his bear hug he gave me the once over, “Damn, Zak, you weren’t kidding. He is one hot man.” I blushed but thanked Charles for the compliment like a proper boy. “Well you’re quite the hot man yourself, Charles.” I didn’t know just how hot Charles was, but would soon find out. After a brief catching up between the two friends Zak leaned over to Charles and quietly exchanged words between the two of them. They looked at me and gave me a devilish grin then continued to chat back and forth. Charles continued to eye me up and down and smile as he shook his head in agreement with whatever my boyfriend was saying to him. Charles then approached me and said, “I guess congratulations are in order.” He hit me on the shoulder in a playful manner, “Zak said I should better introduce myself to you. He and I have a special connection if you know what I mean.” I looked at him kind of confused. Charles leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “I’m your boyfriend’s gifter. Guess you got my DNA in roundabout way.” I chuckled, “So you’re Zak’s daddy. Does that make you my grandpa?” “Hey, bitch.” Charles nudged me and laughed, “I’ll be recharging your ass yet, boy.” “Promises, promises,” I playfully kidded. Zak put his arms around both of our shoulders. “Maybe we should take this in the back, guys.” Charles looked at me, grabbed my ass and pulled me into a deep, erotic, lip lock. His kiss immediately boned me up, and I reached over to massage his dick, over filling my grip with a half hard massive piece of meat. “Love to seed you boy.” Zak led us both by the hand to the back play area. Knowing potent doses of cum were right around the corner for me with our toxic threesome we all sprouted hard cocks that tented our jeans. The thought of Charles’s massive poz cock in my hole, and being the meat that charged my boyfriend, just turned me on even more. I wanted all of his demon seed in my ass. We strolled to the back corner of the play area. Huddling into a three way hug, we began making out with each other. I massaged my partner’s and his daddy’s cock and found my way to their jeans zippers. In no time I had their pants to their knees with their hard cocks pressed against me. Charles reached in and grabbed my meat. “Fair is fair, boy,” as he unbuttoned my jeans and my cock flipped from my jeans fully erect. Charles leaned toward me, “Time to give you the DNA that pozzed you, and directly from the source, boy.” Charles backed away from me. This demon God displayed his massive, poz cock fully erect and leaking toxic precum. His biohazard tattoo protruded from the bottom edge of his t-shirt. He slowly slid his shirt up his abdomen revealing the entire mark of a proud, poz pig. Waves of muscle contractions pulsed down his shaft as he slowly walked toward me. My body still ached a bit, reminding me that I was still recovering from my recent conversion. Charles spun me around. Zak buried his tongue down my throat while Charles spit in his hand and slicked up my hole for his cock. Zak broke from our lip lock and quietly whispered in my ear, “I’m so glad you are about to feel my daddy’s massive cock filling you with his charged seed. It’s awesome!!” Zak again gazed into my eyes then began to make love to me with passionate kisses. A crowd of guys closed in around us with some dropping their pants to stroke their hard dicks. A few of the guys stroked each other while watching the public display play out in front of them. Charles and Zak clearly displayed their biohazard tattoos, letting the onlookers know as they slid in me, I was taking poz cock raw. Charles wasted no time in pressing his cock head to my hole and working his glans into my still tight hole. “Fuck, man, I can see why Zak said he loves fucking your ass. Beautiful!!!!!!” Charles worked his way in deeper, and Zak bent me over and shoved his hard cock into my mouth. As I gagged and struggled to take Zak’s entire shaft down my throat Charles thrust his pole deep into my gut. Charles had a massive cock, and it felt like he was tearing my hole to shreds. My body tensed, and I groaned in pain. Eventually, my hole now stretched wide open, relaxed into pleasurable sensations. The crowd grew in numbers and moved in closer. “Fuck, guys, you like seeing him take our poz cocks, don’t you?” Charles began to plow in and out of my hole, pulling me all the way onto his stiff sword. I can see why Zak wanted this man to be his daddy. He was fucking hot and knew how to work my hole. “You want my venom don’t you, pig?” I pulled Zak’s shaft from my throat. Since the crowd didn’t know I was already toxic, I worked it for all it was worth. “Fuck, yes. Poz my hole.” From the groans around us, I could tell the public “conversion” was a crowd pleaser. Even if they couldn’t admit it, more and more gay men were coming to terms with their turn on for HIV and AIDS. Hell, a bunch of them were probably turned on by other STDs as well. Charles fucked my hole non-stop for a good twenty minutes while I continued to get my face fucked by my boyfriend. “You want my demon seed, boy, just like your boyfriend did, don’t you?” “Fuck, yes, poz him,” a voice projected from the crowd. Charles said, “Yeah, you like that don’t you guys? Feels awesome pozzing this pig.” Zak pulled his cock from my mouth and stroked his shaft. “You want our poz cum from both ends, don’t you boy,” Zak added? Charles grinned and winked at Zak, “I’m not on meds, boy, so this is highly toxic.” “Fuck!! I want to poz….give me your HIV!!!” Zak stroked his throbbing cock in front of my face, and I devoured it into my mouth. Zak’s cock stiffened repeatedly as I slid his shaft across my tongue to the back of my throat. His cock head was drenched with precum. It was salty and sweet, giving me even more pleasure swallowing all his toxic juices. I could tell from their breathing and thrusts into me they were both close to flooding me with their poz seed. “Are you ready boy, because you’re getting my venom.” Charles thrust one more time working his shaft as deep in my gut as possible. His body began to spasm, and Zak’s dick expanded in my throat. Charles and Zak both groaned and began to shoot their toxic seed into me from both ends. I was in heaven taking every drop of poison into my body from my boyfriend and his daddy. “Feel our cocks unloading in you, pig? You’re taking all my poz cum in your gut. You’ve got my virus in you now.” Zak said, “Swallow all that poz cum, pig. Fuck, yes. Your neg days are gone, boy.” “Oh fuck,” came from the crowd, and splashes of cum sprayed across my body from the guys surrounding us. I stood up and leaned back into Charles’s chest. He grasped me around my abdomen and thrust even deeper into my intestines. I could still feel his cock throbbing in my gut, coating my intestines with more charged cum. The animalistic act set my body on fire, and my cock stiffened as the toxic intimacy pushed me over the edge. I impaled myself on Charles’s pole then thrust my shaft into the air as ropes of poz cream erupted across Zak’s body and jeans. “Fuck, boy, I love charging your ass…..so fucking hot,” Charles added. Charles made out with Zak with his cock still buried in my ass. As his rod slipped from my hole I turned around and melted into Charles as he wrapped his arms around me and passionately kissed me. Zak embraced the two of us in his arms and joined the wet exchange of kisses. The three of us swirling our tongues together and kissing as we caressed each other’s poz bodies. We slowly pulled up our jeans, ending the erotic public display as the crowd slowly dissipated. We made our way through the open patio area where lustful stares and the cruisy once overs from guys followed us like celebrities on the red carpet. Charles bought us all a celebratory round of drinks, and we all grabbed a bar stool lined against the wall opposite the bar. Zak put his arm around me and pulled me toward him, “That was hot, babe. I’m happy you met Charles and added his load to the mix. I know he’s highly toxic.” My cock twitched in my pants at the thought of our toxic fuck on the patio. Zak kissed me on the cheek next to my ear before releasing his grip, but kept his arm resting loosely on my shoulder. “I see you have some awesome ink work. From our sexy man here, no doubt?” “Yeah, it’s how we met actually. I ran into Zak at the tattoo show a few months ago.” “Any plans to add the mark of proud poz man to your ink?” “That’s probably next on the agenda since I’m just getting through my conversion now.” “Sweet!! So you literally just went through the initiation into the club.” “Yep….was sick as hell last week, but so turned on by it.” “Good to see you’re spreading the ‘love,’ Zak. I like knowing my toxic babies are making the rounds.” I put my hand on Charles’s leg, “So, are you single Charles or is there a Mr. Charles out there?” “Nope, no Mr. Charles. I enjoy being single and free to roam.” Zak added, “Ever think about finding a fellow gifter or chaser to ‘start a family’ with.” “Yeah, but I already have a family started.” He motioned toward us, “And it’s expanding all the time.” “Do you know how many guys you have converted,” I asked? He grinned, “I’ve given 5 guys the gift that keeps on giving.” He chuckled and smacked Zak on the leg, “And your sexy boyfriend is my 3rd son.” Zak replied, “And I love having that bond with you, Charles,” then put his hand on Charles’s. I could see the lust in Zak’s eyes over Charles, and I think he could sense the same lust in me. He added, “You should come by the shop tomorrow. Maybe Zeek will get his biohazard tattoo. Besides, we would love to see you again.” My ears perked up, “Tomorrow!?! Absolutely!! Come by the shop, Charles. Love to have you there while Zak gives me my mark.” “I think that could be arranged. Interested in Sunday brunch beforehand?” “Yes, definitely,” said Zak. “Then I’ll call you tomorrow morning.” “It’s a date,” I added. “So what are you two doing tonight?” Zak said, “We’re out celebrating Zeek’s conversion; probably heading to the bath from here.” Charles nudged me, “Cool…..looking for more poz seed, huh?” “The more I can get the better.” “I can understand that. So what else do you do, Zeek?” “I work in marketing, web design, stuff like that.” “Oh, cool, do you work here in Chicago?” “No, I work and live in Milwaukee.” “So you guys are doing the long distance thing right now?” Zak added, “Yeah, but I’m hoping we can change that in the near future.” “We haven’t really talked about that yet,” I said. “I have a house in Milwaukee, so we’ll see where this goes.” After we finished our drinks, Charles said, “I’d ask you to join me bar hopping, but I know you’re heading to the bath.” Charles hugged and kissed us passionately. “It was so good to see you Zak, and mighty awesome meeting you, Zeek. Glad I could help with the celebration. I’ll call you guys in the morning for brunch.” Then he shuffled off to his next destination. Zak and I moved to the bar, and ordered one more drink. We joked with the bartender and watched guys get fucked in the bareback porn on the screen behind the bar. The bartender glanced over his shoulder at the porn video, “Boy, he’s got quite the cock, doesn’t he?” “Yeah, quite nice. Glad to see you guys play the good porn. I hate condoms. Ruins the video,” I said. “Oh, I hear ya. I will only play bareback videos here, and if you have a certain fetish I can usually play that too. So what are you gentlemen up to this evening,” the bartender asked? “We came to check out the action in back, have a few drinks,” replied Zak. “Well I heard you had quite a good time on the patio.” I chuckled, “Boy, doesn’t take long for news to travel, does it?” “Oh, no….not around here. Heard it was quite the show, but I can only imagine since I’m stuck behind the bar. You two are hot men.” “Another round guys?” “Thanks, but it’s time to shove off,” Zak replied. “Ready to go, Zeek?” “Last swig, then I’ll be ready.” “You cool with the bath, babe?” “Absolutely. Looking forward to it. Let’s go.” We walked down the sidewalk to the Steamworks entrance. Zak held the door for me. “After you, my hot pig.” As I walked past he smacked me on the ass then laughed. I was excited, but a little nervous too. Besides Zak, tonight was my first time playing with other guys since I charged up. I was a bit jittery inside, almost like the fear and excitement of going into a gay bar or adult bookstore for the first time. Don’t get me wrong. I have no regrets on pozzing. I find it extremely erotic. It’s just new. It’s still sinking in that I actually AM poz now. We approached the counter and Zak got a sling room on the second floor. I got a locker to save on cost then we both headed upstairs. We stripped down, and before cruising the joint to check out the guys, we made out and sucked each other’s toxic cocks. “Ok, babe. Let’s check out the guys then meet back here in about an hour and get our asses loaded with cum.” We stepped into the hall and closed the door to room 229. Zak proudly showed off his biohazard tattoo above his towel line then strolled off. I wandered off in the opposite direction. I first wanted to check out what I call the “sucking room.” I entered the lower level, and one guy definitely caught my eye. He was about 45 or so with a hairy thin body. He definitely had the poz look of a long time AIDS survivor. His towel hung over the rail next to him standing above me naked. His sunken cheeks showed the effects of his lipodystrophy. With his hands resting on the rail I could see his arms prominently displayed his veins. Dark brown hair wisped across a slightly distented looking abdomen leading to his hot cock. It dangled half-erect between his thin, veiny legs and hung to what looked like a good 8 inches uncut. My cock immediately boned up, and I approached him looking up at his face. He moved in closer to the railing, and his meat danced as it pulsed before me. My mouth watered in anticipation of tasting his poz piece of meat. I grasped his shaft at the base and felt the head of his meat touch my lips before slipping his cock into my mouth. I could taste his sweet, poz precum across my tongue as his cock stiffened and leaked its poison from his piss hole. I reached for my cock and stroked my hard shaft. This man set a burning desire through my body. I wanted his cock and cum inside me. As I continued to deep throat his cock he fucked my face with slow, deep thrusts of his shaft down my throat. My eyes watered, and I nearly gagged several times as I devoured the full length of his massive meat. His cock stiffened and his breathing became more pronounced. He was close to shooting his sweet nectar down my throat, but to my disappointment he pulled his hard meat from my mouth. He looked down at me and said, “I’ll be back boy. Love to plant my seed in you.” As he turned to walk away my cock throbbed in my hand seeing his thin, wasted ass cheeks slowly disappear from the play area. I quickly circled the room and exited from the room hoping to catch a glimpse of him. To my surprise he was coming down the stairs in front me naked and fully erect with his towel in one hand. He walked toward me with his eyes fixed on mine. He winked and reached down and grasped my ass as he brushed against my shoulder. I turned to watch his sexy ass round the corner and disappear down the hall of rooms. While I was sucking the hot AIDS wasted daddy type Zak first hit the bathrooms in all three levels. The display of all his body ink and his sexy, long beard certainly turned a lot of heads along the way. He put notes on the chalk boards in the bathrooms. They read, “Cum dump taking ALL loads in sling room #229….especially love poz seed.” After emptying his bladder at the urinal he wandered through the gloryhole area and down the back stairs to the second floor play spaces with a sling and fuck bench. I wandered the halls that were lined with rooms. I glanced into the ones that had the doors propped open; each displaying a different scene with guys sprawled out on the mattress stroking their cock or lounging on their belly with their bare ass displayed, begging for cock and cum. I rounded the corner and started to cruise down the middle row of rooms. The sounds of someone being fucked projected from a room in the middle of the hall. A few steps closer and I noticed the door was open. As I approached there was my hot boyfriend on his hands and knees on the mattress getting fucked by a young, smooth twink with six pack abs and a scruffy beard. Zak looked up at me and grinned. I dropped my towel open and stroked my cock in the doorway in front of them. The twink slid the full length of his cock from my man’s hole before plunging back into him. His shaft was veiny and thick about 7 inches long. His balls dangled low between his legs smacking Zak’s ass cheeks with each thrust into him. My cock quickly boned up at the sight of my boyfriend impaled on this stud’s meat. Before I knew it, “Fuckin cum in his ass, dude,” escaped from my lips. “You want my cum, man” the twink asked? “Fuck, yes. Give it to me.” I edged myself close to shooting my load but held back, because the pig play was just beginning. My stiff rod leaked its juices, and I smeared my shaft with my virus laced precum as I gave it a few more strokes. A tasty treat for anyone sucking my poz cock. The twink’s breathing became fast and he growled as his body jerked with his cock buried deep in my boyfriend’s ass. I knew he just deposited his load into Zak’s guts. The sight of Zak taking a load of cum before my eyes made my cock throb and dance in the air. “Fucking hot, man,” I said, then wrapped my towel around me. My cock tented my towel in front of me. I blew a kiss to my boyfriend and disappeared from the doorway. About 10 minutes later I ran into Zak outside the “sucking room.” “That was fucking hot seeing you take that twink’s cum.” “You like seeing that too, huh? I love watching you take cum too, Zeek.” “I think we better head to our room, babe. You need to get in the sling.” Once in our room Zak pulled me to him and passionately kissed me. “Fuck, I love you, babe. It’s so awesome having you here with me.” “I love you too, Zak.” “I think you are going to enjoy this. I kind of posted a note on all the bathroom chalk boards.” “You did, huh, and what does this note say?” “Ah….just that a cum dump is in the sling room taking all loads.” I felt a wave of excitement shoot through my body as my cock twitched. “Fuck!! You’re such a pig. I love it.” “Are you ready?” “First you need to get in the sling and feed me that twink’s cum from your hole.” In a flash, Zak was in the sling. A small trickle of cum leaked from his used hole, and I quickly lapped it up then licked around his cunt. I could smell the twink’s cock on my boyfriend’s hole. The taste of his cum mixed with Zak’s ass juices stiffened my cock as I stroked my hard shaft. “Damn, I want to fuck you so badly and plant my poz load in your guts, Zak.” “Slow down, babe. We’ll be making love later tonight with each other loaded with cum.” Zak flipped himself out of the sling, and I took his place. “Thanks for warming it up,” I chuckled. Zak handed me the poppers and opened the door like we were opening a restaurant for business. I held the bottle to my nostril and took a deep breath holding it in before exhaling. The rush hit my head as my heart raced and cock throbbed. I stroked my shaft, and Zak returned to the sling. He lubed his cock and slammed it into my hungry hole. Guys wandered past the open door as Zak thrust into my ass with his pierced rod. A few guys stopped and watched my boyfriend fucking me. Then a sexy, hairy little number walked past the door and stopped. He was bald and bearded, muscular and masculine with a few tattoos down his left arm. He squeezed past the guys lingering at the doorway and walked up to the sling; his towel already fully tented from his hard dick. He dropped his towel to the floor revealing a small biohazard tattoo on his left hip and stroked his 8 inch cock. Sprouting from the base of his poisonous shaft a thick bush of pubic hair led to a sweet treasure trail. The gentle wisp of hair extended up to his belly button. His chest was covered in a thick patch of dark fur. He slowly ran his fingers down my abdomen to my cock like he was checking out a cool sports car. He said, “Fucking sweet!! I’m going to breed you good.” Zak pulled out of my hole as the hairy daddy took his place at my cunt. He lined up his meat and pressed the head to my hole. “You may want to take a hit of those poppers, boy.” I removed the cap, and again inhaled deeply. As the poppers sent me flying, my cock throbbed and cunt puckered. I moaned with pleasure, “Fuck yes. Fuck me.” The hairy stud grabbed the chains to the sling and impaled me on his tool with one hard thrust. My ass engulfed his cock to his balls. His pole hit my prostate, sending waves of pleasure through my body and cock. As the stud plowed my hole, deep and rough, Zak worked his nipples from behind. “Fuck, pinch ‘em hard,” he said to Zak. “Fuck yes!!” Zak and this stud moved in perfect rhythm. As the sling’s gentle swinging motion met the stud’s thrust, his cock repeatedly bottomed out deep in my gut, followed by Zak’s meat grinding between his ass cheeks. “Fuck you feel so good in me. I want your cum in me.” “You’re a cum hungry pig, aren’t you boy? I’ll give it to you…..every drop.” Sweat glistened and ran down our bodies. The intoxicating smell of sex and sweat permiated the room. I took another hit of poppers. As it again kicked in, my hole clamped tight around the stud’s shaft, and my boned cock pulsed. With each massage of my prostate he worked me closer to the edge, and I felt like my jizz could erupt from my piss hole at any minute. He continued to plow into me and gave me no warning. His meat stiffened and thickened even more. It pressed firmly at my cunt’s walls, stretching me open even more. His balls pulled up, and I suddenly felt his cock throbbing in my hole. “Fuckin take my poz cum, bitch,” as he groaned and his body jerked. “Fuck, fuck, yes,” he exclaimed. “Give it to me, fuck.” I could feel each shot of his toxic seed hit my guts. Zak wrapped his arms around the stud and held him as his cock continued to unload in me. The jerking of his body stopped and he panted leaning against Zak. His meat began to soften and slipped from my hole. I looked at my cock, still throbbing against my abdomen and noticed a thick stream of creamy demon seed leaking from the head of my meat. The stud grasped his towel and said, “Thanks pig, enjoy my poz cum in your cunt,” as he exited through the crowd of guys gathered at the door. The next guy walked in, dropped his towel and plowed into my used hole. An hour later a mixture of 7 loads of cum dripped from my gaping cunt. Zak buried two fingers into my hole. Cum gushed out around his fingers and dripped to the floor. He shoved his hard cock into my hole and slipped his cum drenched fingers into my mouth. I licked them clean as he slowly churned the mixture of cum in my gut with his cock. “Fuck, babe, your cummy hole feels so fucking amazing on my shaft.” He pulled his hard meat from my hole. It was coated with cum that dripped from his pole. He knelt at my cunt and lapped up the cum and ass juice leaking out of me. “Fucking sweet, babe.” He stood up and pressed his lips to mine. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, sharing cum with me as we made out. “Fucking hot, huh” Zak asked? “Oh, fuck,” I said!! I pulled Zak’s lips to mine again and buried my tongue down his throat. The taste of ass, cum and cock again filled my mouth. “Oh my fucking God,” I said. Zak grinned, “This is going to be one fucking hot night, babe.” More to follow……………..

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 6 We spent the night spooning each other in bed. I woke with morning wood and Zak’s hard cock sandwiched between my ass cheeks. It felt so right waking in his arms with his boned up dick against my body. I snuggled further into Zak and worked his shaft against my hungry hole. Thoughts of last night’s breeding made my cock dance rock hard. Zak yawned and stretched, rubbing his boner tight against me. “Morning, babe.” “Morning.” He sighed and kissed the back of my neck, “Did you sleep well?” “Yep. Feels good waking up with you.” As he snuggled me and ground his cock against me, “Doesn’t feel so bad for me either.” “I can’t stop thinking about last night.” “That was pretty hot, wasn’t it?” “Want to do some more breeding today?” “Yeah, I’m game.” “You still have Jonathan’s number from lunch yesterday?” “I’m sure it’s still in my pocket.” “Why don’t you message him and see if he wants to have a drink and some threesome play?” I reached for my phone. Tap, tap, tap….. I tried to reach Jonathan with a text message. “Hey Jonathan….it’s Zeek from yesterday at the restaurant. U have plans today?” I snuggled into Zak again. A few minutes later my cell phone called out to us with a “ding.” I had a message from Jonathan. “Hey Zeek, Glad to hear from u. Enjoyed our ‘bathroom break.’ No plans today. What did u have in mind?” “Brunch and some 3some play?” “Love to. Where and when 2 meet?” Zak was stroking my hard shaft while I tried to concentrate on messaging back and forth with our new play bud. “How about Café Centraal on Kinnickinnic at 11:30?” “Sounds good. Will give me time to get moving. Still lying in bed. Feels good to sleep in on my day off.” “We are hangin out in bed yet too.” “Awesome. Nothing like a lazy start to the day.” I snapped a selfie of Zak and I in bed and sent it to Jonathan with a message, “U need 2b here in bed with us swappin cum.” “U R getting me turned on.” About a minute later pics of Jonathan’s hard rod and tight hole showed up on my phone, “Look forward to seeing u guys.” “Damn, can’t wait to tap that ass again. See U at 11:30.” “Boned with anticipation. Will your BF fuck me too?” “U bet he will.” I snapped a pic of Zak’s cock making sure to not include his biohazard tattoo then sent it to Jonathan with a message. “Here’s Zak’s cock….inked and pierced. You’ll love it…..feels amazing!” By the time I finished texting Jonathan, Zak had his lips wrapped around my shaft and was deep throating my cock. “Fuck, Zak that feels so good.” Between panting, “Jonathan wants…. you to…. fuck him too. I want… to see you… unload your…. poz seed in him.” “We can both breed him, babe.” I pulled Zak off my slick cock. “The thought of pozzing Jonathan has me so close to cumming. My dick throbbed and stiffened over and over. Precum glistened on the head of my shaft. “You better slow down, or I’ll be shooting my swimmers down your throat in no time.” We showered fully erect. I don’t think our cocks dropped to more than half mast the entire time. We made out while lathering each other’s bodies and stroking each other’s rods all soaped up. We both pissed on each other at the same time. Our urine mixed together as it ran down our bodies with our lips locked. On the drive to the restaurant our cocks strained against our jeans begging to be released. “Damn, Zak, I’m so boned up. I can’t get my cock to go down.” “I know, breeding always gets me going too. Try thinking of something else.” Thought I had it licked. I focused on thinking about the landscaping I wanted to complete around my house, but that led to thoughts of Summer, the hot sun, sweaty construction workers, to stripping their shirts off and my cock boned up again. Zak chimed in, “Not working I see. I have a sure way to kill your hard on.” “Go for it.” “Think about a woman naked. Her cunt is steamy and goopy with a yeast infection. When she spreads her legs it smells like a rotting fish.” “Damn, Zak….talk about not only killing my wood, I may be vomiting on top of it.” He chuckled, “Works every time.” We arrived at Café Centraal a few minutes early and ordered a drink at the bar. The bartender was a sexy number with ink up one arm, a trim waist, reddish brown hair and a scruffy 5 o’clock shadow. In no time my cock was boned up again. “Hi guys, can I get you a drink?” Zak blurted out, “I’ll have a stella.” “Bottle or tap?” “Bottle please.” “And you sir?” “I’ll have a Sam Adams……bottle.” “Coming right up.” The bartender bent down to get the beer from the cooler, allowing us both to check out his firm ass. Zak and I glanced at each other. Zak smiled and raised his eyebrows at me. “My thoughts exactly,” I said. “Here you go guys. Are you having lunch too?” “Yes, we’re just waiting for a buddy to get here.” “I’ll start a tab, add it to your food bill.” “Ok, cool,” I added. Swinging my bar stool toward Zak, I motioned toward my crotch and softly stated, “Think I’m going to stop battling the monster in my pants, because he’s clearly winning.” Zak chuckled, “You ARE a horny devil aren’t you, babe?” Jonathan was a few minutes late. He slipped onto the bar stool next to me and nudged my shoulder with his. “Hi, guys.” “Hey, Jonathan.” Zak added, “Hello, Jonathan.” “Zak and Zeek,” he said, “Kind of has a ring to it.” “It’s actually Isaac, but my friends call me Zeek.” “Well, I really enjoyed meeting you both yesterday……. Zak and Zeek.” “Same,” added Zak. “We just ordered a drink, Jonathan. Would you like something?” Zak motioned for the bartender. “What would you like, sir?” Jonathan ordered a brandy and coke. “With Korbel if you have it, please.” The bartender returned shortly with his drink in hand. “Thanks, man.” Jonathan scooped it off the bar, and we shuffled off to get a table. You could feel the sexual tension in the air as we perused the menus. I fumbled on my words, “So Jonathan, I bet it has to feel good being on the receiving end……ah, I mean being served rather than serving…..um….you know, waiting tables.” We all laughed….breaking the ice. Jonathan grinned, “I do like being on the receiving end in more ways than one.” (Thinking to myself) You’ll be receiving a lot more than you realize today. My cock twitched in my pants. “Good because Zak and I are in a giving mood.” (Thinking to myself) Or I should say gifting mood. Zak glanced at me with a cheeky grin that told me he knew exactly what I was thinking. Our waiter popped in out of nowhere. He was short and thin, smooth shaven, and proper with his shirt buttoned to his neck. Nice, cute, maybe 19 or 20 and a little nerdy. “Hi, guys. I’m Coty. I’ll be your waiter today.” We all said hello at the same time. He quickly blurted out, “I see you all have drinks. I’ll give you some time with the menus and stop back in a few.” “Thanks, Coty.” As fast as he appeared he disappeared. Jonathan said, “Boy, he’s fast. Too much coffee or something, another cup and he may explode.” “Well, Jonathan, that bubbly personality you bring to your customers certainly stands out.” Zak tapped Jonathan on the shoulder, “Not to mention the added attention you give to some of us.” He blushed, “I do like my customers to leave happy, but yesterday was a FIRST.” Zak inquired with a flirtatious air, “Ok, Jonathan, see anything you like on the menu?” Jonathan smirked then continued to browse his menu. Without looking up he said, “Well, that would be on the dessert menu, guys, but yes I do.” Coty slipped into position at our table with his pad and pen in hand to take our orders. I wanted to tell him to loosen up a bit, unbutton his shirt and let his hair down a bit, but resisted the urge and let the young lad be. I just thought to myself a good stiff cock up your ass would do you wonders, Coty, as I smiled and placed my order. After a short wait Coty promptly returned with our lunch plates. I noticed his glances at the three of us. This was more than looking. This was checking us out in a subtle way. It set my gaydar off. “Is there anything else I can get you guys right now?” Zak said, “No, I think we are good, Coty, thanks.” He shuffled off to the bar area, but every time I looked at him his eyes were glued on us like he was ready to break into chorus of Diana Ross’s “I’m Coming Out.” About halfway through my Waldorf salad I asked, “Are you guys reading these signals from Coty too?” Jonathan replied, “You mean all the looks and stares from a distance?” “And all the glances every time he comes to the table,” Zak added? “Yeah, my gaydar is ringing like crazy.” “How could we miss it?” Coty returned to clear our plates, “Are any of you interested in dessert this afternoon?” Jonathan replied, “We saved room for dessert, but we’re having that at my place in a bit.” Coty naively said, “Oh, what’s for dessert guys?” Zak couldn’t resist, “It’s not WHAT’S for dessert, but WHO.” He glanced over at Jonathan with a smirk on his face. Coty’s mouth dropped open. The silverware slipped from his hand, and he nervously bent over to pick them up. It took him a while before reluctantly standing up. He couldn’t hide it. The tenting to the front of his pants was obvious. Coty was family too, whether he knew it or not. His face turned three shades of red, “I’ll be right back with your bill guys,” and he scurried off. My cock twitched and half boned in my pants, “I know he’s a little geeky, but there’s something sweet and innocent about him too.” Jonathan added, “Yeah, he is kind of a cute little number.” “He’s definitely a bit closeted or unsure of his sexuality,” Zak said. About 5 minutes later Coty returned. He placed the bill on the table. He could hardly look at us. Mortified, he said, “I apologize guys, and there’s no rush with this; whenever you are ready.” He turned to walk away and Zak stopped him by grabbing his shirt sleeve. Coty let out a little gasp. “You know, Coty, I hope I don’t offend you. There’s no reason to be embarrassed around us. I only said that earlier because we noticed your glances. We’re all gay here. What I said obviously turned you on. It’s cool, and you’re very welcome to join us for dessert if you like.” Coty nervously stuttered, “Ah, th…thanks, but um…..my shift doesn’t end until late.” Then he awkwardly slipped away. I left a note with Coty’s tip. “If you want to explore your gay side or just chat a bit give us a call, Zak and Zeek.” I didn’t expect to hear from him, but you never know. My focus shifted toward Jonathan and us breeding his ass. Zak was so excited at the thought of pozzing him. I’m surprised he didn’t cream his pants on the way to Jonathan’s place. “I can’t wait to dump our loads in his neg hole,” he said. I have to admit my cock was pretty boned up and leaking too. “Ditto!! The anticipation has me turned on big time.” We followed Jonathan to his apartment. My rod was throbbing in my jeans watching his tight ass strolling down the hall to his front door. Perfectly round, and plump, it filled out his pants so sweetly. I could hardly wait to tear those jeans off and bury my dick in his man hole. We no sooner got the door closed and Jonathan stripped his clothes off. His cock stood straight up in the air. He walked over to Zak and started making out with him and pulling his clothes off. As he reached to unbutton Zak’s jeans he was distracted by me pulling him to me, burying my tongue down his throat. I dropped my jeans to the floor. Having gone commando, our cocks immediately touched. We ground our wet shafts against one another, soaking each other with our slick precum. Jonathan pulled my t-shirt off over my head and tossed it aside as Zak slipped in behind him. Zak unzipped his jeans, flipped his hard shaft out, and worked it against Jonathan’s tight hole. Zak grabbed our prey by the hips and pumped his cock hard between his ass cheeks. I made eye contact with Zak as I made out with Jonathan. He winked at me, puckered up and blew me a kiss then shot me a huge smile. Jonathan arched his back and worked his ass against Zak’s poisonous meat. Zak reached in his pocket and pulled out a jacket, “I have a condom, let me suit up.” Jonathan broke away from kissing me and said, “Drop the rubber, get those jeans off, and fuck me with that poz cock!!” With shock in his voice, Zak replied, “What did you say?” Jonathan chuckled, “You came to poz me, and there’s nothing more I want than to charge up. Bury that poz cock in my hole.” My cock stiffened even more. Zak kept grinding against Jonathan’s tight ass, “How did you know I’m poz?” “I’ll tell you later after you both breed my hole.” Jonathan led us to his bed and sat down on the edge. He leaned back with his cock standing tall in front of him. While looking right at Zak he said, “Are you going to get out of those jeans now?” Zak reached down and unbuttoned his trousers and dropped them to the floor, revealing his big, brazen biohazard tattoo marking him as poz and proud. “Fucking hot!!” Jonathan’s cock stiffened and pulsed down the length of his shaft as he gazed at Zak’s poz dick and ink. “Turn around and get on your knees,” Zak demanded and walked toward the bed. Zak greased up Jonathan’s hole with spit and worked the head of his shaft in his hole. I wasted no time in crawling on the bed on my knees and making out with Jonathan slow and deep. Zak shoved farther into Jonathan’s hungry hole raw. He moaned into my mouth as we continued to kiss, and Zak impaled Jonathan all the way onto his rod. Jonathan stroked my pole. Zak pumped his ass slow and deep. I pulled my cock from Jonathan’s grip by standing up on the bed before him. After grabbing the back of his head I buried my cock deep in his throat. “Suck my cock, pig,” as I continued to face fuck him. Zak and I were in perfect rhythm fucking Jonathan from both ends. “You like my poz cock leaking poison in your hole, don’t you, pig?” I pulled my dick from Jonathan’s mouth after about ten minutes of deep throating. “Oh fuck, I want your poz loads in my ass so much.” Zak asked, “Yeah? You want my DNA?” “Yes, give it to me.” I stroked my pulsing cock, stiffening even more with each word. “Yeah? You ready for my swimmers to poz you?” “Fuck, yes.” Zak pounded into Jonathan, “Take my virus, pig. Here it comes.” “Fuck!!” Zak’s body jerked as ropes of charged sperm filled Jonathan’s guts. He quickly pulled out of Jonathan, leaving a trail of cream dripping from Jonathan’s stretched hole. “Get over here, Zeek, and get that cock in his cunt.” I scooped up Zak’s seed leaking from Jonathan’s hole and fingered it into his ass. I worked my fingers in and out of his gut then lined up my cock and plowed in. My meat was immediately coated with ass slime and my babe’s toxic cum. Sloshing my rod in Zak’s demon seed with Jonathan’s hole wrapped around my shaft made my cock throb. I worked my boyfriend’s charged load into Jonathan’s intestinal walls with each thrust. It was wet, slimy and incredible. Zak worked his dick into Jonathan’s throat, “Clean my cock off, pig. Suck it all down.” I slowed my thrusts, pumping into Jonathan feeling every inch of my cock slip deep inside. “Fuck your hole feels so good. I love working poz cum into you.” Zak held Jonathan’s head in place on his shaft, and let out a small shot of piss in Jonathan’s mouth. He quickly gulped it down his throat. “Yeah, you like that sweet piss don’t you? Want more don’t you?” Jonathan simply nodded, and I continued to fuck his ass, groaning with each thrust. I said, “You want my seed too, don’t you pig?” He again nodded as Zak fed him his piss. Jonathan devoured every drop of urine into his belly. “Are you ready for more DNA in your ass?” He nodded and mumbled, “Yes,” between gulps of piss. “Fuck, yes, cause I’m getting close.” Zak pulled his cock from Jonathan’s mouth after emptying his bladder. Jonathan licked his lips with piss dribbling off his tongue, “Oh my God that was hot!!” He took a deep breath, “Now give me your charged seed!!” “Fuck, you love that piss too, don’t you?” “Yes. I love poz cum and piss.” “Here’s my seed, pig.” “Fuck, yes.” My cock pulsed and throbbed over and over. “Yes, Fuck, yeah……I can feel you cumming in me.” I grabbed Jonathan’s hips after draining my balls in his ass. With each slow thrust of my cock I could feel our cum gushing around my shaft. As I pulled my meat from Jonathan’s hole he leaned back against my sweaty chest and with only a few strokes of his cock he splattered Zak’s chest with his creamy spunk. “Fuck, I want to poz so much!!” “Well, I definitely have a viral load,” Zak replied. “Awesome. What about you Zeek?” “Not even sure I’m poz yet. I haven’t tested, and Zak’s been filling my hole with tons of his virus.” “So you may be poz already?” “Could be.” “God, I loved that so much. Thank you, guys.” Jonathan kissed Zak on the lips and slipped his tongue in his mouth. We all flopped down on the bed in a clump of sweaty, hot flesh. After catching our breath, Zak again asked, “So how did you know I’m poz?” “Easy. I checked out guys in Milwaukee and Chicago on BBRT when I knew I was moving here. I saw your profile.” “I don’t have face pics unlocked in my profile.” “You didn’t need face pics. Your ink is hot. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I first saw your tattoos at the restaurant. I knew it was you right away from your profile pics.” I said, “So you knew all along when you took my load in the bathroom stall?” “Sure did, and you guys thought you were going to stealth my ass.” Jonathan chuckled, “I would have played along, but the poz talk while taking seed is hotter.” We both laughed. “You’re a sly little devil, aren’t you?” Jonathan grinned with satisfaction, “So you don’t know if you’re poz yet, huh Zeek?” “Nope. No symptoms yet either.” Zak cut in, “But he should be converting any time now, if he hasn’t already. He’s taken a lot of my cum. You may very well have gotten two toxic loads today.” “Awesome!!” The surprise turnabout from Jonathan left us horny as hell. Driving home our conversation about our weekend of toxic play left us with two rock hard cocks wanting release. I pulled into my garage, and we were ready to fire off another load. The garage door closed and by the time I got out of my car Zak had circled around to my side. He tore my shirt off, and pinned me against the car door. His lips were gentle but aggressive against mine. “I want you Zeek. You need another dose of my virus?” “I want you in me.” Zak pulled my jeans to my knees and flipped me around against the car. I heard his zipper fly down and seconds later his throbbing cock was plowing into my hole. It was raw and rough. He pinned my face to the roof of the car and thrust in me repeatedly. I arched my back against his meat. My cock danced with excitement against the car door. The harder and faster he pumped my ass, the closer I got to firing off my own load. I could feel he was getting close too. His panting grew more intense, and he moaned and groaned building toward climax. His shaft expanded and stiffened, opening me up wider as he shot off round after round in rapid succession. His pulsing cock filled me with sensations that pushed me over the edge, and my rod exploded with a huge load of creamy jizz streaking across my car door. Zak pressed his body against mine. His cock still buried deep in my guts. He kissed my neck then whispered, “You know I’m falling in love with you, don’t you?” I rubbed my head against his. “Ditto, babe,” and he caressed my head and body then kissed the back of my neck. The feel of his body against mine sent chills from my head to my toes. I wanted to tell him I wasn’t falling in love with him; I was already in love with him, but I didn’t. Our relationship was still new. I wanted him against me all night, but I knew he would soon be heading back to Chicago. More to come......

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 5 We arrived at my house. While Zak chased me to the front door I stripped off my shirt and dropped it on the front porch. I flung the door open and ran toward the staircase with my hard cock begging to burst from my jeans. Zak caught up to me at the stair landing. He grabbed my ankle on my way up the steps, causing me to catch myself as I fell to the stairs. I laughed and turned over onto my back as he crawled up the stairs on top of me. He grinned, “You can’t get away from me, hot man.” I put my arm around his neck and pulled Zak’s lips to mine. As he rested his body on top of me I felt his boned up shaft press against mine. “Like I didn’t want to be caught.” The trail of clothes contnued. I pulled Zak’s shirt off over his head and tossed it aside. The pants were next. After I unzipped his jeans and worked them off his sweet ass, Zak stood up and kicked them to the floor at the base of the stairs. I remained on the steps leaning back on my elbows. He stood before me naked and hard then slowly made his way up the steps, straddling my body. He towered over me with his monster meat dancing straight out at attention and balls dangling above my face. Poison drooled from the monster’s mouth. I reached up to his chest and slid my hand down his abdomen to his cock. I grasped his shaft working more precum from his piss hole and down his Prince Albert jewelry. Strings of toxic juice dripped from his jewelry and met my tongue on the way to his death stick. I ran my tongue across his PA ring, to his gaping urethra, lapping up all his sweet nectar. I licked the head of his beast then slipped his shaft past my lips and down my throat while massaging his low hanging balls. He groaned with pleasure as I continued to devour his cock. Zak pulled his dick from my mouth and straddled my body on his knees. He unzipped my jeans and crawled down a few steps before standing up. Zak grabbed my pants leg and tugged to slip my jeans off, but they didn’t budge because I held onto the waistline. I started to laugh. “Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?” Grinning, “Yep!!” He yanked harder. I grabbed the handrail to brace myself but still slid down a step or two as my jeans let loose and tore off my body with one swift swoop. My hard rod slapped against my abdomen with a smack. Zak whipped my jeans to the floor with a grin on his face. “Turn over and get on your knees. Get ready to take my poz cock, pig.” Zak smacked me on the ass with his open palm then positioned behind me. He spit on my hole and in his hand and lubed both up. With one swift jab he tore open my hole with the head of his mighty tool. “Woah, Zak!! You mean business.” He showed no mercy and plowed into my ass with the full length of his shaft. “Take my poz meat, bitch.” The more he talked dirty to me, the harder and more turned on I got. “Fuck, yes….give it to me.” As he rammed into me again, “If you’re not poz yet, you will be after today. I’m going to tear you up.” “It feels so fucking good. Fuck me!!” “You like my poz dick in you, don’t you bitch?” “I love it. Poz my ass.” “I can’t hear you bitch. You want it?” “Yes!! I want your DNA in me.” Zak continually pounded into my prostate, pushing me closer to the edge. He again cracked his hand on my ass then grabbed my hips and rammed in me harder and harder. “I’m going to wreck that hole till you bleed, bitch. You’re getting my babies right into your blood.” Zak was relentless. I could feel his PA stretching and tearing my hole up. “Fuck, yes, bitch. That’s what I wanted to see. Look at this, bitch.” Zak pulled out of my ass. I turned my head to see his meat pulsing and throbbing, coated with streaks of red blood. He again slammed his two fingers into my ass and pulled them out with red juice on them (a mixture of poz precum and blood). “Taste my virus in your blood.” I stuck out my tongue and he slid his fingers into my mouth. I sucked and licked them clean swallowing every bit down my throat. “Fuck, that is so fucking hot. Ready for my poz load, bitch?” “Yes, give it to me.” “What do you want, pig?” “I want your poz cum in me!!” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure.” “Beg for it, bitch. Beg for me to convert your ass.” “Fuck, please, give me your poz cum. Please charge me up.” Zak increased his force of his thrusts and again grasped my hips. “You loved fucking that waiter, didn’t you, bitch?” “Fuck yes. I loved breeding him.” “Giving him your seed to convert him.” “Yes, I want to infect guys.” “Fuck!! Share my virus. Poz those bareback pigs.” “Yes!!” “Fuck, here comes my poison, bitch.” “Oh Fuck, yes. Give it to me.” Zak thrust into me balls deep, and his cock began to pulse. Each throb made my ass pucker tight around his death stick. I reached for my cock, and just touching the shaft of my rod pushed me over the edge. My cock erupted. As my rod sprayed semen onto the stairs I felt Zak’s jizz coat my bloody guts. My ass was full of toxic seed. Zak pulled out from my hole, and bloody jizz leaked from my wrecked ass. Zak quickly lapped up his spooge then shared it with me in a deep, passionate kiss. Zak laid on the steps next to me, sweaty and panting. I remained on my hands and knees, puffing, and grinning from ear to ear. Being with Zak was exhilarating. He looked into my eyes, and with a serious look on his face reached up to me and caressed my cheek with a gentle touch of his hand. “I know we just met, Zeek, but I know how I feel about you. I want to be with you, two pig partners.” “You mean two poz, pig, partners.” “Yes, two poz, pig, partners.” I leaned over and gently kissed his lips and buried my tongue in his mouth. “I’d love that.” Zak and I showered together, lathering each other up, and boning each other up. I sucked his hard dick, deep throating him and tasting his sweet nectar that I loved. He pulled his cock from my mouth. “Open up, Zeek.” His cock pointed upward in front of my face. I stuck my tongue out to meet a stream of piss shooting from his shaft hole. He filled my mouth with urine, and I gulped it all down my throat. Zak grasped his dick and aimed it at my head, spraying piss all over my face. I lapped it from my lips as it drenched my stache. He continued to spray piss all over my body. I loved seeing it shoot from his dick hole, and again took his stream down my throat. The last few shots of piss ran down my throat, and I again took the full length of his massive meat into my mouth. Zak pulled me to my feet and made out with me while the hot water pounded against our bodies. That evening we cruised the club scene looking for fellow pigs to stealth fuck. I was pretty confident that Zak’s virus was in my system, and that I could very well be poz or pozzing very soon. Either way, the thought of us converting a negative pig together had my dick rock hard sitting at the bar. We scoped out the potential victims, and noticed a cute, trim, blonde haired twink sitting alone at the other end of the bar. He had a nice, scruffy, beard covering his face, and something about blondes and redheads gets me boned, not to mention the thought of our dicks in his twink ass bare. Zak and I motioned for the bartender and bought our twink a drink. The bartender pointed us out, and the twink raised his glass and smiled to thank us. We did the same and motioned for him to come join us. He picked up his drink and made his way to our end of the bar. As he approached us he put out his hand for the customary handshake. “Hi, thanks for the drink guys, I’m Ian.” “Zak and Zeek.” We each took his hand to shake it. A solid handshake, a good sign (I think you can tell a lot about an individual from a handshake). For starters this told me he was confident, and sure of himself. “Different names you don’t hear all the time… nice. Are you two partners?” I looked at Zak, and before I could say a word he blurted out, “Yes, we are.” “You two look good together. Nice ink too, guys. I love tattoos.” “Have any ink, Ian?” “No, but I’d like to. I just can’t make up my mind what to get.” (Thinking to myself) I know what you can get…..a biohazard tattoo after we poz your sweet ass. “Well, Zak here is a tattoo artist. He’s doing my sleeve.” “Awesome!! You do beautiful work, Zak.” Then Zak added, “If you decide you want some ink, I’d be happy to schedule a consultation with you.” “Oh, are you here in Milwaukee?” “No, I’m in Chicago, but I can pack up my equipment and head up here to see Zeek and do some ink work for you.” “Oh, so you live in Milwaukee, Zeek?” “Yep, we’re doing the long distance thing for now. We just met not too long ago.” “Cool.” He raised his glass again, “Well here’s to you two. A handsome couple.” “Thanks, Ian.” “I’ll be right back guys. I have to piss like crazy.” Ian turned and made a bee line for the men’s room. “Sweet, look at that ass, Zak.” “I’d love to tag team that.” “Well, what are you waiting for, Zak?” “Be right back.” Zak was off his bar stool in a flash and heading for the men’s bathroom. Zak walked into the dimly lit men’s room, took a spot next to Ian at the urinal, and whipped out his dong. The urinal was a long trough…..quite the cruisy scene. “Well, your cock is as beautiful as your ass, Ian.” Ian started to piss. “Fuck, are you ever hung, and inked too, so hot.” That’s all it took, and Ian’s cock started to bone up. Zak reached over and put his hand into Ian’s piss stream then licked his fingers. “MMMM, sweet.” Ian stopped pissing and looked at Zak. Ian was now fully erect, “You like piss too?” Zak grasped Ian’s shaft and turned Ian toward him. He got down on his knees and put the head of Ian’s cock in his mouth. “You want my piss?” Zak only nodded yes since his mouth was quite full. “Fuck, here it comes.” Ian let go a full stream of piss. Zak didn’t lose a drop and guzzled all of Ian’s piss from the tap. Zak came up for air, “God, I love piss.” Zak put Ian’s cock back in his mouth and started to deep throat his boned up meat. After a few minutes of sucking a guy stumbled into the bathroom and interrupted the play. “Oh, excuse me guys, sorry.” The guy awkwardly fumbled his way out of the bathroom and let the door close. Zak and Ian laughed. “Guess we should take this to Zeek’s place. Are you game?” “Absolutely!!” Zak and Ian returned to the bar with obvious boned up cocks bulging in their jeans. “I see you two got a little friendlier in there.” “Ian’s game. He’s going to join us.” “Sweet.” I reached for Ian’s package and grasped his hard dick while planting a long, wet kiss on his lips. “Damn, and an awesome kisser too.” We slammed our drinks, and the three of us left the bar. As we walked out the door my cock was already rock hard at the anticipation of filling Ian’s ass with toxic seed. Ian followed us home, and we made sure to not lose him in route. We both whipped our dicks out on the way home. Both our piss holes were already oozing precum as we stroked each other’s shafts. “Fuck, this is our first time tag teaming, Zeek.” “This is going to be so hot.” We offered Ian something to drink, but after one sip of our beer, the bottles sat on the coffee table. Zak grabbed Ian’s crotch, “Now where were we? Oh yeah.” Ian chuckled and unzipped his pants. Zak pulled Ian’s dick out and got on his knees. He held the tip of Ian’s cock in his mouth and downed Ian’s pissed. He saved the last mouthful and locked lips with me, sharing the Ian’s piss with me. I pulled Ian’s shirt off, and dropped mine to the floor, then began to make out with him on the sofa. Zak pulled his shirt off and added it to the pile on the floor. He knelt in front of Ian, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them from his trim body. Ian’s cock was fully erect, a good 8 inches, and leaking his nectar onto his abdomen. Zak wrapped his hand around the base of Ian’s shaft and licked up his sweet juice before slipping the full length of his meat across his tongue and down his throat. I unbuttoned my jeans and worked them to my ankles, and flipped them to the side. Ian stroked my throbbing meat while our lips remained locked, our tongues dancing together. Zak continued to deep throat Ian’s cock, and Ian grabbed Zak by the back of the head burying his dick even further into Zak’s mouth. Zak had unzipped his jeans letting his hard, poisonous monster out to stroke, but kept them buttoned to conceal his biohazard ink. After a few minutes he licked his finger and began working it between Ian’s legs massaging his tight hole. Ian quickly responded, lifting his legs and spreading his cheeks. Zak buried his face in Ian’s ass and licked and probed his hole, working his tongue inside. While Zak rimmed Ian, I engulfed Ian’s cock into my mouth. I could taste his sweet nectar on my tongue as it leaked from his piss hole. Zak worked a few fingers into Ian’s hole, teasing his cunt to open up then buried his tongue in Ian’s ass. Ian moaned and squirmed with pleasure as we worked his cock and massaged his sweet hole. “Fuck, you guys are so fucking hot. I love it.” I pulled Ian’s cock from my mouth, “There’s a lot more where that came from.” I nudged Zak, “Come on guys, let’s take this to the bedroom.” I led the guys down the hall to my bed. My cock was fully erect, anxious to seed our blonde twink. Zak wrapped his arms around Ian’s chest from behind, kissed him on neck, and ground his cock between his ass cheeks. He whispered into his ear, “Get on the bed on all fours. I want to fuck your ass.” Ian crawled on the bed with his ass at the edge for easy access. Zak knelt at the edge of the bed and again buried his tongue in Ian’s ass. He licked and fucked Ian with his tongue, lubing his cunt for his toxic cock. Ian arched his back and groaned with pleasure. I slipped onto the bed on my knees in front of Ian; my cock leaking its juices that I hoped was charged. Ian grasped my dick directing it toward his mouth. He licked the full length of my shaft then engulfed my cock down his throat to the base. Chills shot through my body. I grabbed our blonde twink by the head and slowly fucked his throat, making him gag from the tonsil probe. Zak fingered and rimmed Ian’s man hole, loosening him up. His hole puckered around Zak’s fingers, and Ian pushed against Zak’s hand, working his fingers deeper inside. Ian began to rock back and forth on Zak’s fingers. He was primed and ready to seed. “That’s it, boy. Open up. You’re ready for my cock.” Ian flipped my cock from his mouth, “Do you have condoms?” We prepared ahead of time for this. “Sure do.” I reached for my nightstand drawer and tossed a jacket to Zak then flipped a bottle of lube on the bed next to Zak. Zak stood at the edge of the bed behind Ian with his toxic precum dripping from his PA ring. Ian was mesmerized with the flames of ink down Zak’s shaft, “Fuck, yes, what a hot cock.” (Thinking to myself) Yeah, one hot, POZ cock. Zak tore the package open with his teeth and stretched the condom over his PA ring onto his cock head. Ian continued sucking my pole. Zak looked at me and grinned. He slipped the condom off his cock, unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to his ankles. Zak lubed up his shaft. He lined up the head of his monster to Ian’s cunt and pressed firmly against his hole. My shaft stiffened in Ian’s mouth at the sight of Zak’s biohazard tattoo and poisonous cock about to plow our unknowing, blonde twink. “Relax that cunt, boy. Let me in.” Zak grasped Ian by the hips and slowly worked the mouth of his monster into his manhole, drooling the first bit of toxic juice in his cunt. Ian gasped and groaned as Zak thrust farther inside, tearing his ass open. My cock flipped from Ian’s mouth, “Fuck it hurts.” “I’m about half way in, boy. Just relax, and let my shaft slide on in.” “Yes sir.” Zak again pushed on, further opening Ian up, then buried his cock balls deep inside his neg host. Ian tensed up in pain, “Fuck!!” “Damn, you’re so tight, boy. Feels incredible.” “Fuck, give me a sec. Hold on.” Ian slowly relaxed then began to ride Zak’s tool. “Fuck, so fucking hot,” as Zak began to thrust in and out of Ian. “God your cock feels good in me.” Ian’s hole begged for cock, and Zak pounded his ass hard and rough. He again devoured my cock in his mouth, working my pole, drinking up my precum. I pulled my cock from Ian’s mouth, “Suck my balls, boy.” “Yes sir.” Ian licked, then slipped both my balls into his mouth. My cock stiffened as I stroked my throbbing shaft. Ian sucked my balls for a bit then spit them out and stuck his tongue out at the head of my dick. I slapped my cock across his tongue then again fucked his face. Zak continued to plow our twink’s ass. “Fuck, boy, you’re going to push me over the edge. You have one sweet cunt.” “Fuck, shoot your load, Zak.” Zak asked, “You want me to cum, boy?” I nearly shot down Ian’s throat, knowing he was about to take a toxic load of jizz. I pulled my throbbing cock out of his mouth to save my cum for his sloppy hole. “Yes, fuck…..cum inside me.” “Are you sure?” “Fuck yes….shoot your load.” “You got it!!” Zak buried his cock deep in Ian’s hole. “Here it comes, pig.” “Fuck yes.” My eyes were fixed on Zak’s cock and biohazard tattoo. I stroked my shaft slowly, edging myself so close to cumming. Zak’s meat stiffened and throbbed as he started to fill Ian’s cunt with his venom. “Oh my God, I can feel you shooting in me. Fuck, yes.” Zak’s body jerked and he moaned and panted as he loaded Ian’s guts with his poz cream. Sweat ran down Zak’s face and chest. “So fucking sweet.” Zak pulled his still hard cock from Ian’s hole. The last few drops of toxic seed oozed from his piss hole, and Zak slammed back into his victim, working his seed deeper inside. He again pulled out and poz cream leaked from our twink’s cunt down his ball sack. Ian turned his head to look at Zak, “Fuck, did you just cum in me bare?” Zak replied, “Sorry, we prefer it raw. I couldn’t resist giving you my load.” Ian noticed the tattoo on Zak’s abdomen, “You’re poz??!!” Zak said, “Guess so, pig.” “Fuck, and you just shot in me?!!” “Tell me you didn’t love it. Tell me it’s not what you really wanted.” Ian sat on the bed with a stunned look on his face. His cock throbbed rock hard standing straight up. “Look at your cock, boy. Your cock is telling you the truth.” “Fuck.” Tears ran down his cheeks trying to wrap his brain around what this meant. “I can’t say I didn’t love it, but it’s poz cum.” “And it’s the freedom to be a total pig. Tell me you don’t want that.” “I can’t. Fuck!!!” “Tell me you don’t want more poz cum.” Ian’s cock stiffened and pulsed. “I can’t. I don’t get it. I should be furious, but the thought of your poz cum in me is turning me on.” Zak grinned, “Yeah, boy, you want more poz cum, don’t you?” “Fuck……I do. Why is this such a turn on?” Zak leaned over and gave Ian a wet kiss burying his tongue in his mouth. My cock was rock hard watching Ian’s realization that he wanted this as much as we wanted to convert him. “Just go with it, Ian. You want it, just let go.” I asked, “Are you ready for another load of cum?” “Are you poz too?” “Not sure yet. Zak’s been seeding me good for about a month so you may get a poz load and you may not.” Ian’s cock stiffened hearing those words. He stroked his cock shaft. “I don’t want to resist this. It feels so good.” Ian got back on all fours, “Fuck, give it to me. I want it.” Zak grinned, “Fuck, yeah!! That’s it, go with it. Good boy!!” Zak crawled on the bed in front of Ian, and Ian licked up all his poz cream and ass juice from Zak’s meat. While Ian serviced Zak, cleaning his tool, I lubed my cock with spit and slid right into Ian’s gooey hole. My shaft glided right in all the way, working my partner’s toxic juices into Ian’s intestinal walls. Ian began to deep throat Zak’s cock, boning him up again for round two. I continued to plow Ian’s ass, “Fuck, I won’t last long. What a turn on knowing I’m working Zak’s poz seed in you. Ian mumbled with a full mouth, “Yes.” I pumped his ass a few more minutes as Zak thrust in and out of his throat slowly. It pushed me over the edge. “Here it comes, bitch. Take my cum.” I pulled out of Ian’s ass and shot the first rope of cum across his hole then slammed back in his gut shoving my seed inside. My cock continued to throb and shoot my seed in him. “Fuck, I hope you’re taking poz cum. Take it all.” I emptied my balls deep inside Ian. My cock slipped from his hole. A mixture of our seed tinged with pink oozed from his man hole. I slammed my tongue into his gaping cunt and lapped up our juices. Zak moved in behind me, “Are you ready for more of my poz cum, pig?” “Fuck yes. Fuck me.” I moved to the bed on my back and slipped under Ian to suck his boned up cock while Zak plowed into Ian’s wrecked hole. I stroked my shaft and sucked Ian’s hard cock. Zak pounded Ian’s cunt hard. “Work that seed in you, boy. We’re going to convert your ass tonight.” “Oh fuck, give me your poz load.” “You want it?” “Yes!” “Want to poz up, pig?” “Yes, give it to me.” “I’m getting close, pig. You’re going to get my toxic cum.” Ian’s dick was rock hard in my mouth. Ian exclaimed, “Oh fuck, I’m going to shoot!” His cock pulsed and began to shoot his creamy, neg, seed down my throat. “Here’s my second load, boy. Take that poz cum.” “Fuck yes. Give it to me.” Zak thrust in Ian again and let out a wild moan. “Feel me shooting in you, pig? You’re getting my virus right now.” “Oh my God!! It feels incredible!!” Ian filled my mouth with a huge load of jizz, emptying his nuts into my belly. Zak pulled his cock from Ian’s worn out hole. “Keep that seed in you boy. Welcome to the club.” Before Ian left we gave him our phone numbers. Zak hugged him, “You have a sweet ass, boy. When you’re ready for more toxic seed, or your biohazard tattoo, give us a call. Zeek will probably be highly toxic soon too.” “I will. Tonight was amazing. Thanks guys.” Ian planted a kiss on both our lips then slipped out the door. Next……chapter 6 ASAP.

Sorry for the delay guys. I'll start on chapter 5 and post it ASAP. The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 4 As usual the phone rang at around 3 p.m. I didn’t even look at my cell phone screen or give my mom a chance to respond. “Hello mom. Yes, I’ll be there on time.” “I’m just checking.” “I know. I was expecting the call.” “Well, you don’t have to be rude about it.” “I’m not mom. I just knew you would be calling.” “Well, I’m glad you will be making it on time. You know how your father likes to have dinner on time.” “Yes, I know mom. I’ll be there.” “I know you don’t like when I ask this,” (Here it comes….. my mom’s opinions), “and I don’t want to pester, but your Aunt Ester and I have been wondering if you found a nice church yet.” (Thinking to myself) Well, I tricked with a priest in the rectory at St. Sebastian’s once. “No, I’m still looking, mom.” “Now whatever church you choose is really up to you, but remember, you were brought up Lutheran, and even though we weren’t fond of those Catholics, Aunt Ester became one…..well she married into it, dear, but Aunt Ester thinks you’re old enough to be safe around those priests now. So if you’re meant to be a Catholic, then so be it, but don’t be putting your fingers in that holy water, that’s so unsanitary.” “No, Mom, I wouldn’t think of putting my fingers anywhere that wasn’t sanitary.” (Thinking to myself) Unless my tongue checked it out first. “You remember Betty across the street don’t you, Isaac? You know the one with the ugly pansies in front of her house? I’m talking about flowers, dear.” “Yeah, mom.” “She told me today that her son is getting a bunch of tattoos. Betty was shocked to say the least. I don’t understand why he would want to do that.” “Well, it is his body, mom.” “Yes, but…..what do you mean It’s his body? You’re not thinking about getting any of them are you?” “No, mom, I’m not THINKING about getting any tattoos.” “Good because if God wanted you to have tattoos you would have been born that way.” “Oh, so it was divine intervention that you were born with pierced ears, mom?” “That’s different and you know it.” “How is that different, mom?” “Tattoos are defiling your temple, but earrings are just….. just a little bling.” “I’m sure God sees it that way.” “Don’t get smart with me, Isaac.” “I’ll see you tonight, mom.” My mom was going to find out about my tattoo sooner or later. Might as well be sooner and get it over with so I wore a short sleeve shirt to my parent’s house for dinner. I pulled up in front of their house and parked on the street. I started to walk toward the front door and saw my dad standing in the front window. “Walter, get the baseball bat!!! There’s a thug coming up the driveway.” Looking out the front window Walter said, “That’s Isaac’s car out front.” “Oh my God, the thugs got Isaac. Call 911!!” I opened the front door, “Hi mom. Hi dad.” “Oh for heaven’s sake, Isaac, get in here and shut the door before Betty sees you.” “It’s nice to see you too, mom.” “What is that on your arm? And what happened to your hair?” Sarcastically, “What?! You don’t like my new look?” “Well, your hair can grow back, but……but…..you told me you weren’t thinking about getting one of THEM.” “I’m not THINKING about it. I already got it.” “I suppose you think that’s funny.” “Not at all, mom. I happen to like tattoos a lot.” “Well, your father hates it.” Speaking quietly in the background, Walter said, “Actually I kind of like it.” I smirked a little. “You see, he hates it.” “Mom, I’m still the same Isaac as I was before. Actually I’m MORE myself now.” “Well, I don’t have to like it.” “No you don’t, mom, but it’s for me, not you.” During dinner my mom kept looking at me. I could tell she wanted to say something and it was only a matter of time before she couldn’t keep it in any longer. “Please tell me you’re not joining a biker gang or doing drugs, Isaac.” I chuckled, “No, mom, I’m not doing drugs or joining a gang of bikers. Dinner is good, by the way.” My dad added, “I happen to like your tattoo, Isaac. It looks well done.” My mom chimed in, “Walter!!” “Whhhhhaaaat? It looks good.” “Thanks, dad.” My mom changed the subject, “Are you seeing anyone, Isaac?” “I’ve been on a couple dates.” “You know you can bring your guy friend home.” “You mean my boyfriend.” “Well, I don’t know what to call him.” “It’s no different because I’m gay, mom. He’s by boyfriend.” “Well, your boyfriend is welcome here.” “I know. We’re not at that point, mom.” After dinner, while my mom was in the kitchen, my dad hugged me. “Don’t listen to your mom. She means well, but….. You look good, son.” “Thanks, dad.” “Take care. See you soon. I love you, Isaac.” “Yeah, I love you too. Bye, dad.” My mom hugged me goodbye and whispered in my ear, “No more tattoos.” I whispered in her ear, “It’s my body, mom. I happen to like them.” “You’re mutilating your body.” “To you I am. It’s art, mom.” “Art shmart.” “I love you too mom.” “Just take care of yourself, Isaac.” She kissed me on the cheek. “I am mom.” (If she only knew I was also chasing poz seed). “I love you, Isaac. I just want you to be happy.” “What makes you think I’m not happy?” “Nothing.” “Well then……” “I just worry about you. I’m allowed, you know.” “I’m fine mom. I’ll talk to you later.” “Bye. Call me when you get home so I know you made it alright.” “Ok. Thanks for dinner. See you later.” As much as I love my parents, I was happy to be heading home. My mom can be a bit exhausting at times, and tonight’s dinner was about as relaxing as having a root canal. When I got home I called to let my mom know I was home. I flopped onto my bed, let out a deep sigh of relief, and drifted off to sleep curled up with my pillow. Zak and I talked during the week. His laughter at the details of my event-filled evening at my parent’s brought a little too much pleasure to his world. I had to chuckle a bit, though. He did not have the pleasure of meeting my mom…….YET. If our relationship continued to progress he would experience her bubbly personality firsthand. He suggested I grow my beard long, tattoo my neck and head, and pierce my septum, then invite my mom’s neighbor, Betty and her son, to my mom’s house for lunch together. I could see from his response that Zak may enjoy goading my mom relentlessly. I invited Zak to spend the weekend with me in Milwaukee and sweetened the bait by telling him we could initiate my house with some poz breeding. He took the bait and immediately cleared his schedule for the weekend. I was excited to have him coming to Milwaukee to spend time together. By Thursday I couldn’t keep my hands out of my pants, but for all the wrong reasons. My pubic hair was growing back and my crotch was itchy as hell. I tried to look like I didn’t have crabs or something while at work, but every step I took just made me want to tear my pants off and scratch like a dog covered with fleas. I never shaved my pubic hair off before our play last weekend, and as erotic as it was having Zak take a razor to “the playground” I vowed I would never do that again. I prefer pubic hair and body hair anyway. I had no choice but to tough it out. Zak had tattoo appointments Friday night so he drove up early Saturday morning. I took him to an early lunch at my favorite restaurant in the Third Ward. We arrived early, so it was still quiet before the lunch hour crowd flooded in. Our waiter was extremely handsome with dark hair pulled into a pony tail, a neatly trimmed thick beard, tattoos covering his right arm, and a beautiful, round, fuckable ass. “Hi, I’m Jonathan. I’ll be taking care of you today.” (I thought to myself) Yeah, I’d like to be taking care of you too. Zak said, “Hi Jonathan.” I added, “I don’t remember seeing you here, and I come here fairly often.” “I’m pretty new. I just moved here about a month ago.” Zak joined in, “Oh, where abouts are you from?” “I’m from Palm Springs.” “Ouch, you moved from California to Milwaukee?” “I know, I loved Palm Springs, but I have family here.” (Again thinking to myself) That you do, and we’re sitting right in front of you. “So, can I interest either of you in a cocktail to start?” Before we could respond, Jonathan dropped his pen on the floor. I reached to pick it up at the same time he bent down and our hands met at his pen. He brushed his hand lightly against mine and oh so intentionally. My gaydar was dinging “off the chart,” and my cock was half boned in a flash. I picked up his pen and handed it to him. Jonathan looked into my eyes as he stood up, gave me a smile and wink, “Thanks a lot.” With a grin on my face, “You’re welcome.” “Uh, oh yes, cocktails?” Zak ordered a bloody mary, and I got a martini. We skimmed the menu, and the waiter shuffled off toward the bar. “Did you see what just happened?” “How could I not? That boy is family, and hot looking family at that.” “He boned up my cock that’s for sure.” “Bet you’d like to poz his ass. I bet my virus is already taking over your body as we speak. You’re probably already poz with a growing viral load. Your body just hasn’t reacted yet.” Jonathan returned a few minutes later with our drinks. “Are you ready to order, or do you need a few minutes?” Zak said, “Sorry, we were chatting not looking at the menu. I’ll shut up and focus on the menu. I need a just few more minutes, please.” “Ok, I’ll step into the men’s room for a second and be back in a bit.” Jonathan glanced over at me, before turning and disappearing down the hall toward the bathroom. “Well, what the hell are you waiting for, Zeek? Get your ass in there.” I strolled over to the men’s room and as I walked in Jonathan glanced over his shoulder at me. He was standing at the urinal with his legs slightly spread. I took the urinal next to him and didn’t say a word. He was stroking his hard shaft and looking at his cock. He didn’t flinch as my hand slowly passed into his line of vision and grasped his boned up meat. His cock throbbed in my grip, and he let out a quiet moan. I stroked his cock and led him by his hard pole into the bathroom stall and closed the door. Our lips were locked in a flash. Jonathan unzipped my jeans and pulled out my hard cock. He said, “We don’t have much time.” “Then we better get to it.” I dropped Jonathan’s pants to the floor. I grasped his ass and massaged his man cave as I turned him around. My cock found his ass crack and I pressed my shaft against his hole. “I want to fuck you.” “If you can make it quick, go for it.” I gave him no time to bring up a discussion about condoms. I bent him in over, spit in my hand and lubed up my cock then pressed my shaft head to his cunt. Jonathan spread his legs and arched his back into my hard tool. With a little force I shoved the head inside. Jonathan flinched and his ass tightened around the head of my dick. Thinking my fast entry was painful I held my cock still. With one quick thrust, he shoved my cock deep into his ass. A gasp escaped from Jonathan’s mouth. He reached behind me and grasped my ass, holding me tight against his cheeks. After taking a few deep breaths he released his grip on my ass. “Fuck me, man. Give me that cum.” “Fuck yes. I’ll load you up.” I began to thrust into him, first slowly, then hard and fast, burying my meat all the way into his gut. Knowing someone could walk in at any minute I held nothing back. There was no verbal talk, no kissing, no massaging or caressing, just all out hard fucking. I grabbed his hips and drove my tool into his hole over and over. The thought of filling his ass with what I hoped was a potent dose of charged seed brought me to the edge in no time. My cock stiffened and swelled even more. I gave him no warning as my shaft began to throb and pulse. A huge load of cum shot from my cock in rapid succession, coating his guts with my DNA. I pulled my cock from Jonathan’s ass, tucked it into my pants and zipped up my jeans. He stood up and planted a big kiss on my lips. Jonathan’s rod remained rock hard, standing at attention with precum leaking from his piss hole. He stroked his shaft a few times then stuffed his stiff rod into his pants and zipped up. “Thanks, man….that was fucking hot.” “Sorry it had to be so fast, but I loved it.” We kissed one more time then I slipped out the bathroom door. Zak glanced at me over his menu as I approached our table then stared at me after I took my seat. “Well?” I just grinned and gave him a few slow nods of yes. He smiled back at me then we both continued to browse the menu. Jonathan returned from the bathroom with a professional posture. Except for the slight bulge remaining in his jeans from his still half erect cock, he was put together neatly. “See anything you would like on the menu?” Zak couldn’t resist, “From the silly grin on my boyfriend’s face I would have to say yes.” Jonathan immediately made eye contact with Zak. Zak winked and smiled at our waiter then gave him a lusty once over with his eyes, “I’ll have what he just had with a bacon burger on the side.” Jonathan chuckled and blushed a little. Now turning slightly toward me, “And you sir?” “I guess I had my dessert before lunch, didn’t I? But, I’ll have the mushroom burger and fries.” Jonathan smiled and collected the menus, “Thank you guys. I’ll get that right in.” (Thinking to myself as I glanced at Jonathan’s ass) Think I just did that, man. “No…..Thank YOU, Jonathan.” He didn’t know just how much I meant that, but maybe he would find out in a month or so. While chowing down on our burgers Zak wanted details. I shared that Jonathan never inquired about my status and there was no discussion about condoms. “He has no idea that you’ve been taking poz cum?” “Nope, not a clue.” By the time I reached the part about me filling Jonathan’s ass with my seed, Zak had a raging hard on. “Fuck, you have me so turned on, Zeek. I want to fuck your ass so bad.” Our lunch continued with plenty of flirtatious fun with Jonathan. After finishing our meal he returned again, “Can I get you anything else, guys?” Zak suggested, “Like coffee, tea, or me? Because I’ll take the ‘ ME’ part to go.” Jonathan and I chuckled, “You guys are fun to wait on. Please do cum again.” I added, “Oh, we’ll definitely cum again.” He placed the bill in the center of the table with a brief note with his phone number, “Call me anytime for the ‘ME part to go’ guys…..thanks again for EVERYTHING.” He got a good tip. While driving back to my house Zak was still turned on by our erotic lunch. He whipped his rock hard cock out and stroked his meat. I reached over and wrapped my hand around his shaft. His rod stiffened and throbbed as I stroked his cock. I knew what was ahead for my ass and the thought of that gave me a raging hard on.

I’m a mid 20's athletic white guy with a huge black cock craving. After my first time with a black guy, I loved it. And now I love having it when ever I can. The hottest time was awhile back when I went to an adult bookstore where they have video booths with gloryholes set up. There are several of them in town, however this one is near the university and is frequented mostly by young black guys. I went in one afternoon looking to jack off maybe suck a hot black cock if there was anyone, but no expectations. I walked in and went to the arcade area. I walked around for a couple of minutes, not seeing anyone, or I should say anyone I was interested in. So I walked toward the back of the booth area and went into a booth. I slide a dollar bill in the video machine and watched some porn, hoping maybe when I my dollar ran out, someone would have came in the arcade by then. While flipping through the channels I heard the door in the next booth open and shut, and then video machine start up. I bent down and looked through the glory hole and saw a tall thin black guy standing there watching straight porn. He looked to be around 19 or 20 years old. He was watching the porno and rubbing his crotch through a pair of thin black mesh basketball shorts. I pushed my head closer to the hole to get a better view, and this guy was hot. I kept watching and hoping to get a better view, and then he looked down and saw me watching him. I figured he would leave however instead he gave me a show. He pushed his back to the wall, and rubbed his crotch even harder. I was watching his cock grow inside his shorts. It looked unbelievably huge. He reached one hand into his shorts and pulled his cock up, as he used his other hand to pull his shorts down. His cock was fully exposed now, and it was a huge beautiful milk chocolate cock. It was completely hard, and had to be a good 11 inches or more, and was medium thickness. I wanted so badly to suck on it, as it was one of the bigger dicks I had seen. I kept sticking my finger in and out of the hole, trying to get him to come closer and stick his cock in the hole. After a few minutes, he walked closer and stroked his big cock in front of the hole, and then slowly stuck the head in the hole, and then slide the whole cock through the hole until at least 10 inches of it was hanging into my booth. I grabbed it and started sucking on the head, and then wrapping my lips around it and sucking as much of the shaft as I could. I have sucked a lot of cocks, but I was loving the fact I was sucking a big black cock, it was so hot and sucking black cock is so different for me. I can't explain why, but it feels that way to me. After a few minutes, I felt his cock pull back from my mouth, and he pulled it back into his booth. I assumed he was done, but instead he leaned down to the hole and watched me stroke my cock for a bit. He then whispered that he wanted to fuck my ass if I was cool with it. I was like SHIT YEAH, lol. He asked me if I had any condoms or lube. I told him I didn't have any condoms, but I was cool with bare.. I wanted him to breed my hole. He told me he was cool without if I was. So I slide the lube through the hole to hom. He slid his cock back through the hole, this time with a layer of lube rubbed all over the head and shaft. I spit on my fingers and rubbed my hole, and then held his cock as I guided the head of his monster cock in my tight hole. After a few minutes of teasing my ass, I was able to push back against his cock, bring a good bit of it in me. At that point, I knew I was good, I put my hands against the other wall to brace my self and pressed my ass closer to the hole. He then started pushing his cock back and forth in a nice rhythm. It was so hot feeling this guy’s big black cock deep in my ass. He continued to fuck me through the gloryhole for about 5 more minutes or so and then I felt his cock jerk and before I could pull away from him, I felt him explode a huge fucking load of cum deep inside of me. He kept fucking me and shooting, it was an amazing feeling. When he finally stopped cumming and pulled back, a ton of his cum came flowing out of my ass and dripped down my legs. I was out of breath, and set down. I looked through the hole to ask him for his number so we could fuck again, but as I did he was pulling up his shorts and walked out of his booth. I sat back down and started to jack off, wanting to cum. I just kept thinking about that huge black cock fucking my hole so good and filling it with a ton of cum. My hole was pulsating as I sat there, and I knew I wanted more cock. So I stood up and tucked my cock back in my shorts, and walked out of the booth, now on a mission for more hard raw young black cock. At this time of the afternoon it is not that busy, so I figured I would be out of luck. As I turned the corner of the hallway I saw tall young black guy leaning against the wall. He looked to be maybe 25 or so, he was wearing a pair of tan kaki shorts, and a t-shirt. I walked by him to get a better look at him, and he was very fine looking. So I turned around and walked down the hall a little, and leaned against the wall. After a minute or two of standing there and looking at him, I walked back toward him and went into the booth in front of him. I shut the door, and put a dollar in the machine to start a video, hoping he would enter the booth next to me. After a few seconds, I heard the door open in the booth next to me. I peaked through the hole and saw it was him. He wasted no time unzipping his pants and letting out his soft fat black cock. He shoved it right through the hole, and I wasted no time sucking on it. Once hard he was a good 9 inches. I sucked it nice and good for a bit, and then pulled back. He pulled his cock back in his booth, and I whispered through the hole that I wanted him to fuck my white ass. Then for what ever reason, he just pushed his cock back in his pants, zipped up, and walked out of his booth. I was like.. fuck! So I sat back on the chair and flipped through the video for a min or two until my dollar ran out. I got up and walked out. As I walked around I saw him again, this time standing next to another fucking hot ass stud. They were talking and laughing about something. The guy next him was probably 22 or so, I would guess. He was wearing a black t-shirt, and a pair of grey basketball shorts, and leather sandals. He had a white wrist band around his forearm, and had on a white ball cap. He was sexy as fuck. I figured it was a lost cause, so I just walked past them heading to the end of the hall. As I got to the end and turned around, both of the guys were walking behind me. I was a little nervous now. The one that was in the booth next to me walked up next to me and asked me to go into the last booth with them, booth of them. It was a larger booth that would allow easily 3 people or more. I asked him why, and he told me that he and his friend wanted to fuck my ass nice and good. I was nervous, but I was like fuck yeah! So I followed them into the booth. The booth had a larger bench in the middle of it, instead of the normal chair as in the others. I shut the door behind me and saw the younger stud pull his shirt off exposing his hot chest and six pack. He was rubbing his cock through his shorts, and whispered for me to suck his cock. So I dropped down as he pulled his shorts down exposing his big fat milk chocolate cock. He was a good 9 or 10 inches as well. As I sucked on him, he grabbed the back of my head and started skull fucking me. It was so hot. The other guy pulled me back and stood me up. He told me to pull my pants down. He then bent me against the bench, and spit on his fingers and rubbed my asshole. As he did, he realized that my hole had just recently been used, and was still full of cum. He laughed and said fuck yeah, just what he liked a cum slut bottom. He grabbed his hard cock and slowly pushed it in my hole. As he did, I felt cum push its way out of my ass around his thick cock. He started fucking me nice and hard, using the last guy’s cum as lube. The other guy came around the bench and fed me his cock again. It felt so good having my mouth and ass filled with huge young black cock. I was in second heaven. After a little bit, the guy I was sucking was getting jealous of not getting any ass, so he walked around switched places with his buddy. He slide his cock in, not stopping in until it felt like it was at my belly button, lol. He pushed at least a good 9 inches in me. He fucking pounded my ass so fucking hard, and as he was he kept asking me if I liked having my ass as gang raped by a couple hung black cocks. I was moaning yes, with every thrust. For at least 20 minutes these two took turns fucking the hell out of my ass, and skull fucking my mouth. My hole was so used and abused, it was throbbing with pain, but felt so fucking good. Finally I felt the ones cock jerk, and heard him moan as he unloaded his cum deep in my ass. He continued pushing back and forth for a minute. Then he slide his cum covered cock out of my hole. The other guy was right behind him to push his cock back in my multi load hole. He took no time to cum, and as he did he grabbed my waist and pulled me against his cock as hard as he could, pushing almost all of him in me. I could feel the head of his cock expanding inside of me, and each gush of cum as it exploded in my hole. It was so deep inside of me, that without even touching my cock, I started coming all over myself. He pulled out, and now my hole was so expanded, that a ton of cum just flowed out of my hole like a fucking faucet. I couldn’t move, I stayed leaned against the bench, and both of them came around and shoved their cum covered cocks in my mouth and told me to clean them with my tongue. Which I did without hesitation. They finally started dressing, and told me that they wanted to fuck my ass again sometime, and maybe bring along some friends as well. So I gave them my cell number. Hopefully that day will come soon, and I will have another great story to tell. So that was one of my favorite times at the adult bookstore/video arcade. My white ass and three very hung young black bulls loading it up with cum. A very hot time.

I stopped fucking women a long time ago, however, I still like to play with tits. Go figure.

Hey, guys...working on the next installment. In the meantime, here's a few pics of me blowing clouds in my singlet. (These are actually video stills; you can see the full video over on Chempigs...)

Hey, pigs -- I'm working on the next part of the story. In the meantime, I figured you might appreciate this little series of photos I shot last night...

PART 4 “Wait a second,” Jason said, growing suddenly serious. “Before we get this kid slammed up and pozzed deep, there are a few things we need to address.” “Yeah, bud? What’s that?” He looked down at my gym shorts. “First of all, dude, I really need you to unleash that cock. You’re about to tear through the fabric. And let’s see that hairy chest, too—get fuckin’ naked for me.” I looked down to see the outline of my dick hanging down my left thigh, straining against the shorts and leaving a visible wet spot as it drooled toxic precum. I gave Jason a cocky little smirk, then peeled off my tank top, running my hand down my stomach to pull the elastic of my shorts down past my cock and onto the floor. “Now what?” Jason wasn’t looking at my face anymore. He was transfixed by the sight of my dick, still slick with infected seed. “Well, second of all,” he said—and here I caught a demonic glint in his pitch-black pupils—“before we go to the sling room, I need to take a giant leak. Could you direct me to the nearest urinal?” Without another word, I took Conrad by the arm and laid the kid on his back. “Spread your hole, faggot,” I said, taking a moment to look into his eyes with deep affection and brotherly pride. Conrad gave me a blissed-out, boyish grin. Then he reached down to his little jockbutt, pulling it back to reveal the hole I’d seduced with Tina, penetrated raw, and pounded full of poz cum. “That’s good, bro. Fuckin’ beautiful. A little wider, please.” He dug his fingers in deeper and pulled his little cumhole wide enough that a small cascade of my poz offspring dripped onto the bedsheet. “So listen now,” I continued, “Jason and I are gonna show you something new, OK?” Conrad nodded, so incredibly eager to please—no questions asked. A true chemwhore. His eyes locked on mine again, and I gave him an almost imperceptible nod, as if to say: You’re doing great, kid. Jason rested the head of his raw cock against Conrad’s smooth, dripping boyhole. “OK, buddy,” he said to Conrad. “You ready? Here we fuckin' go.” My lil’ bro grunted approval. And then with a slow, single thrust, Jason sank his bare cockhead and veiny shaft into my boy, not stopping until his balls came to rest against the cum-trail dripping steadily from Conrad’s cunt. Jason leaned forward, pressing his dick even deeper as my lil’ bro breathed out a single word: “Yes.” Then Jason closed his eyes and concentrated on the task at hand. “Just stay perfectly still,” he said to Conrad. “Relax your hole for me, boy. There you go. Just like that. Keep it relaxed. Stay right where you are. I’m just about to—“ Before he could even finish his sentence, it happened: he let out a long, guttural moan as his mouth opened wide and his head kicked back. Then he slowly thrust his raw cock even deeper, emptying a bladder full of partypiss into my beautiful fucked-up boy. I don’t know how long it took for him to release everything he’d stored up, but one thing was clear: my lil’ bro’s guts were getting flooded. “How does that feel, Conrad?” I asked him. He shook his head slowly as if to say: No words. My dick bounced in appreciation as I watched my boy’s pupils dilate a little more with every wave of piss invading his hole. “Warm,” he finally whispered, his voice lower now, his face less boyish, like he was transforming into a man while I watched. “So fuckin’ warm.” Finally, Jason’s steady moan drifted into silence. He opened his eyes and glanced over at me. We both laughed. “I’ve been saving up that slampiss for awhile,” he said. Then his eyes closed again and he let out another primal moan. “Fuuuuuuuck—there’s a little more. A little more piss for you, kid. Jesus. Goddamn—I’m so fuckin’ glad my chems found a home. A perfect home. Right here, deep inside this eager fuckin' faggot.” Conrad just kept smiling. “I was born to be a faggot for men like you," he said with a little nod. My cock swelling with pride, I leaned over to give my boy a kiss. Then Jason let out a giant sigh. “OK, boy,” he said. “I’m gonna start pulling out, OK? Now, here’s what I want you to do: I want you to start squeezing that sweet little fuckhole for me. There you go. Squeeze it—just like that. Nice! Such a good boy. Now listen: after I pull out, I want you to keep it nice and tight, OK? We’re gonna give you a few minutes to soak up my Tina-piss.” As Jason’s cock slipped out of Conrad’s hole, I saw a single dark-gold droplet of piss escape—but that was all. Obedient as ever, my boy turned all his attention to keeping those recycled chems deep in his fuckhole, right where they belonged. “Thank you, fucker,” I said to Jason, grabbing him by the back of the head as we matched breaths in a hungry kiss. I pressed my cock against his tight stomach, then reached around to his furry hole. My fingers slipped easily inside him, enveloped in a familiar warmth and wetness. “Goddamn,” I whispered in his ear. “How many loads have you taken tonight?” “Just five,” he said with a cocky grin. “My poz Daddy has a rule: I can take as much cum as I want, but only if I share my unmedicated load with at least one boy. Preferably a negboy.” I growled. "OK, I gotta meet this poz Daddy of yours. So here's what we're gonna do: I’m gonna help this boy release the piss from his hole. Then we’re gonna meet up with you guys in the sling room. Got it?” “Got it, dude,” Jason said as he opened the door, his towel slung over his shoulder. “And hurry. I tell ya, my Daddy’s gonna fuckin’ love this kid.” “We won’t be long,” I assured him. With that, I grabbed Conrad by the arm and led him down the hall, showing him to the group shower directly across from the giant hot tub. I turned on the water, spun him around, and wrapped my arms around his torso. As we stood there under the water, I thought to myself: You think you’re high now, kid? Releasing this piss will take you to whole new level. And that’s nothing compared with what’s still to come. “OK, lil’ bro,” I said with my mouth resting against his ear, my hands brushing up and down the length of his tight little six-pack. “I’m gonna rest my cock against your hole, alright? As I start to press into you, just relax. Got it?” He nodded, and I reached down to position the head of my dick against that hungry little cunt. As I started to apply pressure, I felt his ass relax—and suddenly my cock was surrounded by a rush of warm slampiss rushing out of his hole. I thrust a little deeper, feeling a gutful of chems splashing down my legs. And then I couldn’t hold back. I began to fuck him, but only for a minute or so—just to feel his hungry hole pulse and twitch hungrily around my raw dick. As I kept fucking, the stream of slampiss slowed to a trickle. He moaned. And for the first time, with every thrust of my poz dick into my 18-year-old boy’s eager fuckhole, he began actively milking my cock. “Very good, boy,” I whispered. “You’re fuckin’ made for this. Aren’t you, lil’ bro?” “Fuck yeah, big bro,” he mumbled. This kid was totally in heat—the slampiss rushing out of his hole had taken him into the goddamn stratosphere. “I’m made for this. And I need it so bad. Your raw cock. Your amazing fat dick, deep inside my boyhole. Bareback me. Please bareback me. Please. You. Fucking. Stud.” “Listen, lil’ bro,” I said, easing off on my thrusts before resting my cock deep inside him. I looked up to see that a sizable crowd had formed around us, so I leaned in a little closer and lowered my voice. “As much as I want to breed you right now, we shouldn’t make that poz Daddy wait any longer. So get your towel, boy. It’s time for you to get slammed up.” We walked back to the room, my arm draped over his shoulder, my hand occasionally mussing his hair like an affectionate big bro. I stopped by our room for just a moment to grab my playkit—and then proceeded to the sling room. When we reached the door, I turned to Conrad, placing my hands on his cute little butt as I drew his body close to mine. “You sure you’re ready for this, lil’ bro?” “I’m ready for anything, big bro.” “Good boy. Then knock.” He looked at the door, hesitating for just a moment, then glanced back at me. I gave him a proud little nod. He grinned that boyish grin, then gave the door a solid knock. Footsteps approached. The door opened. Standing before us, naked and hard, was a man like almost no man I’d seen. He was a silver Daddy type, mid-40s maybe, with a lean and muscled chest covered with salt-and-pepper hair, a tight stomach, and a truly massive pierced cock. Best of all: right above his navel, in jet-black ink, he had a biohazard tattoo that expanded and contracted with every breath, as if pulsing with hunger. “Welcome, you fuckin’ pigs,” he said with a lopsided grin. “I’m Grant. And you better get in here, ‘cuz we’ve got some fuckin’ work to do.” MORE SOON…

PART 3 Conrad looked up at me and smiled. His legs were still wide open, and a pearl-size drop of cum escaped his hole. I pushed it in with my finger, and he moaned. “Sit up, boy,” I said. “Take three nice hits off the pipe for your big bro. I’m gonna get us ready for a night at the baths.” I heard the click of the lighter as I grabbed a white jockstrap from the laundry basket, giving it a quick smell and catching a whiff of cum, sweat, and piss in the fabric pouch. I threw it to Conrad. “Here, bud—wear this,” I said. “It’s only slightly used.” He nodded as a dense cloud billowed from his mouth. Meanwhile, I grabbed my playkit, threw on a T-shirt, and pulled my gym shorts over my cock—still rock-hard and glistening with fresh poz seed. The mesh fabric strained around my erection, pulling on the elastic and revealing just a little bit of the thick patch of hair above my cock. I heard the boy hit the pipe a second time, then a third, as I prepared another dose of G in the kitchen. I brought him the dose as he exhaled smoke from his nose like a regular chemwhore. “Drink up,” I said, “then put on those shorts. But leave your tank top here, OK? I want everybody to see my lil’ bro’s hot fuckin’ body.” He nodded, gulping at the G-laced soda before pulling his shorts over the jockstrap. The waistline landed about one-third of the way down his bubble butt, revealing a bright-white band of elastic. “Good boy,” I said, lighting up the pipe and sharing the smoke with him in a deep, hungry kiss. “Now let’s go feed your hot little butt.” He practically ran to the bathhouse, stopping every 50 feet or so to keep his shorts from slipping to the ground. Finally I grabbed his hand, unbuttoned the top button, and let the shorts fall. He shot a worried glance my way. “Don’t worry, bud,” I said with a triumphant grin, opening the front doors to the bathhouse. “Nobody here’s gonna complain.” My buddy Rick was on duty at the ticket window. As Conrad and I approached, he gave the kid a once-over and laughed. “Holy shit, dude,” he said to me. “This one's gonna be good.” “It already is,” I said, showing him one of my fingers slick with cum from Conrad’s hole. Rick practically licked his chops. (He was one of my regular top buddies, and he especially loved sprinkling a layer of T on his raw poz dick and sliding it inside a faggot’s wrecked, dripping cumhole.) As he secured a room for us, I glanced back at the guys standing in line. All of them craned their necks to see my boy leaning against the counter in his jockstrap. I pulled his ass apart, revealing a trickle of cum running down his leg. That earned a few grunts of piggy appreciation. Then I whispered in my lil’ bro’s ear: “Keep spreading it, boy. Be proud of your hunger.” He nodded eagerly, reaching back and showing off his smooth, knocked-up boyhole. One of the dudes in line responded with a single word: “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” “The sling room is taken,” said Rick. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll be invited there at some point.” (He gave the word “point” a little extra emphasis, followed by a wink.) “Anyway, I managed to get a deluxe room for you. Come on through and let me check your bags.” We walked through the security door, and I put my playkit on the counter. Rick opened it up. I'd packed everything I might need for a night of poz-fucking: a row of prepared points, a large dimebag full of T, a needleless syringe for administering booty bumps, and a water bong. “Looks good to me,” he said with a smirk. Then he leaned over the counter and lowered his voice. “I’m off at 6 am. You’re welcome to come by my place when you’re done here.” Rick often hosted a group at his place on Sunday mornings. It was always a good crowd—mostly because he would recruit the hottest partyboys from the bathhouse by giving them a glimpse of his big dick while “checking their bags.” I gave him a nod. “Fuck yeah,” I said. “He’ll be very ready for you by that...point.” “Point taken,” said Rick with a smirk. “Now get to work.” As Conrad and I began walking down the hallway toward our room, I put my arm around his shoulder, bringing my mouth close to his ear. “If you see anything you like, just let me know. OK, buddy?” “Yes, big bro,” he answered, causing my cock to nearly spring out of my shorts. We walked past the hot tub, where some kid sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, his hole eagerly riding a Daddy's raw cock. The kid was clearly tweaked out of his mind, and I could hear the top muttering a steady stream of pigtalk as the kid bounced hungrily on his dick. Conrad stopped and stared. “Don’t worry, buddy,” I said. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re in for.” We turned the corner. Ahead of us, leaning against the wall, a furry guy in his mid- to late 20s stood watching the men walk by. He was wearing nothing but a towel and a camouflage ballcap. I thought to myself: this is what Conrad might look like in a few years. The dude sported a little more muscle, a spray of hair across his pecs, and a clear treasure trail leading from his abs to the towel wrapped around his waist. But that's not what really caught my attention. No: what caught my attention was the giant red-and-black biohazard tattoo just above his left nipple. And then something happened that blew my fucking mind. Conrad saw the dude standing there, let out a little whimper, and made a beeline for this total fuckin’ stranger. And without a word, he placed his tongue on the guy’s nipple...giving the biohazard tat a long, slow lick. The dude grinned, placed his hand on the back of Conrad’s head, and encouraged him to keep worshiping the mark of poz brotherhood. Then he looked over at me. “This your boy?” he said. “Fuck yeah,” I answered. “I’m Sloan. This is Conrad.” “Jason here,” he said. “But before we go any further, he needs to be clear on one thing.” “What’s that? “My tattoo isn’t gonna give him what he wants. Only one thing is gonna do that.” He pulled the towel away from his waist, and his fat uncut cock swung forward, its head grazing my lil’ bro’s abs. Conrad whimpered again. I leaned over to give Jason a long, sloppy kiss. “Come with us,” I said. “I wanna see you help my boy earn his tattoo.” Conrad broke away from his poz-worship, and the two guys followed me to the room. Once inside, the boy dropped to his knees and began noisily and shamelessly slurping on Jason’s poz cock. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself. That G is definitely kicking in. “Goddamn,” said Jason with a laugh. “You got this kid fuckin’ blitzed, huh?” I answered with a proud nod. “Nice,” Jason said, then lowered his voice. “So…how are you guys partying?” I raised my eyebrows, then gave Jason another deep kiss as Conrad kept trying to devour his cock. “Fuck, dude,” I whispered in his ear. “That’s one of my favorite fuckin’ questions.” (As most partypigs know, the only people who ask “how you’re partying” are slammers—so Jason was not only a hot poz fucker, but a slampig too.) “Oh yeah, fucker?” he said with a smirk. “You been playing darts with this boy?” “Not yet,” I answered. “But in a few minutes, he'll be getting his first fuckin’ slam.” I took Jason’s hand and guided it to Conrad’s hole. His finger made contact with the warm seed slowly dripping from my lil’ bro’s knocked-up cunt—and with that, Jason’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned in appreciation. “That’s poz load #1,” I said. “My load. I got this kid high and pounded his virgin cunt full of seed. And of course he’s hungry for more.” “Of course he is,” Jason said. “Listen—I’m here with my poz Daddy, the dude who knocked me up about a year ago. We’re in the sling room. We love getting negboys on their backs, slamming ‘em up for the first time, and transforming them into little poz cumhounds. You wanna join us?” I flashed him a wolfish grin, then leaned over to kiss him again. “Couldn’t have planned it better myself,” I said. “Fuckin' A. Let’s go create a slampig.” MORE SOON…

I loved watching Jacob Scott when he fucked Ian Jay. He has the best body and ink work. Something about his ass just turns me on!

Yeah that happened to me when I was right in the middle of cumming, and I felt the condom break, but hell the damage was already done. I wasn't going to stop to let the bottom know that the condom broke.