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Part 4 -The Final Scene (or just the beginning) I sucked in a gasp of air when I looked up and saw the most perfect man I’d ever laid eyes on. I believe the expression is ’built like a brick shithouse’. Short dark hair, olive skin, bearded, dark eyes deep enough to drown in. He wasn’t a wall of muscles, though I’m sure most of his bulk was muscle, but he didn’t look all bulging and ripply. Well, some parts were bulging. He just looked impressively big. And sexy as fuck! My hole began to quiver in anticipation. It was already trashed beyond recognition, but I still had the inexplicable urge to get fucked again by this hunk of a man. A kind of crooked grin spread on the big man’s face, and he slowly walked over, looking down at me. He crouched down and looked me in the eyes, hard and deep, then said, “You might have let all of my friends use that pig hole of yours, but I used it first. You belong to me,” in a voice so deep and husky I almost didn’t pay attention to the actual words he’d said. Holy fuck! This is the first guy who raped me tonight! He’s the one who got this all started. I don’t know if I should hate him for doing it, or love him for getting the ball rolling. I guess the look of shock and arousal showed on my face and he grinned down at me. “Good, I knew you’d want more.” He stood and turned around to Mr. Mean and Average Guy and said, “You guys are done with him tonight. He’s mine. I fucked him first -that ass belongs to me.” Apparently he was the big man on campus, because they both just nodded. “You still have my DNA in you from earlier?” Mr. Perfect asked me. I shook my head nervously, sure that he wouldn’t be happy to hear that. “What the fuck did you do with it? You didn’t douche it out, I hope. That was prime viral cum I gave you -you don’t waste that shit.” “I made him push it out and lick it up,” Mr. Mean told him. He looked back at me and smiled. “Well, at least it’s in your belly. Let’s get some more baby makers in you,” he said, stripping quickly and getting on his knees behind me. At this point my ass was so stretched that I didn’t feel any pain when he entered me. The large dick head popped into my cum-sloppy hole and he let out a sigh. “Well you guys loosened him up nicely. He damn near strangled my dick earlier,” he said to his friends, now feeding my ass the entire shaft until he was balls deep in me. He held my hips, pulled back and then slammed full-length into me. He did this several times, slow and methodical. He was owning my ass, and making sure that my ass knew who it belonged to now. He sped up and pumped my hole hard and steady for a couple of minutes and then held deep. I could feel his giant cock swelling as it spewed toxic seed deep into me. “There, you got a quick load from me. Now let’s put that DNA to good use,” he told me. He didn’t get soft even for a moment, and then just went on fucking and pounding me, roughing my ass up even more -if it’s possible at this point. He was bound and determined to make sure that his viral cum got into my bloodstream and got me pregnant. And as that thought swirled around in my mind, I became so horny I began to thrust back onto his huge meat, my wet ass making loud smacking sounds every time his hips slammed into me. That seemed to really get him turned on, and he motioned his two friends to come over and have me suck them while he fucked me. I’ve never been so full in my life. His cock was like having 2 in my ass, and at some points I had both cocks in my mouth at the same time. Double stuffed! I was in pig heaven! Exhausted, and sure to be sore for days, but this feeling was better than anything I’ve ever known. And every time I reminded myself that I got toxic seed from all of these guys blasted deep inside me, it only seemed to urge me on. Now I craved it and wanted more! I kept shoving my ass back onto that monster cock, impaling myself, and enjoying every filling second of it. The guys I was sucking decided that I should swallow their loads at the same time, so they jacked their dicks right to the point of blowing, then jammed them into my waiting mouth. Even after having already blown loads, they shot a very impressive amount of cum in my mouth. I struggled to keep it all in my mouth, but I didn’t want to lose a drop. I didn’t swallow it, though. They pulled their sensitive cocks from my mouth, and I clamped my lips shut to avoid any spillage, and then I savoured their HIV cum as it rolled around, slithering over my tongue and pooling underneath it. The guys knew what I was doing and seemed to get off on it. “He didn’t swallow our loads yet, he’s enjoying it in his mouth first,” Mr. Mean told the big guy behind me. That seemed to spur Mr. Perfect on, and he really let me have it, holding nothing back now, using my hole to get himself off again. “You’re such a good fucking cumdump,” he growled, grabbing my hips harder as he slammed into me more relentlessly. “Don’t’ swallow those fucking loads until I’m cumming again, got it?” he asked. I just nodded, and continued to ram my ass back to meet his hard thrusts. We were fucking like two wild animals, both of us grunting, him growling, and drenched in sweat. The entire area stunk of cum and sweat -I wish I could bottle that smell and wear it every day. Finally I could tell he was about to cum, and then he gritted his teeth, growled like a bear, pumped my hole hard and fast and then froze and held deep. “That’s it, take my toxic DNA inside you,” he told me. “Now swallow those loads, you little cumpig.” I let them slither down my throat, slowly, enjoying every drop of it. The taste of those loads combined with his huge rod jammed deep in my hole finally pushed my body over the edge and without touching my dick, I blew. Shot after shot of my own cum splattered the plastic sheet beneath me. “Fuck, man, the pig just shot off without touching his dick. What a whore!” Mr. Mean howled. Then Mr. Perfect leaned down and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight to his chest, and whispered in my ear. “That ass belongs to me now. If it didn’t happen yet, I’m going to get you pregnant with my charged load. You’re going to get HIV and be my poz pig. Got it?” He might as well have been reciting romantic poetry in my ear because all I could feel at that moment was excitement. And horny. He pulled me back a foot or so from where we knelt, and then shoved my face down to the plastic to lick up my load. When I had gotten it all, he pulled me back to him, turned my head and, for the first time, kissed me. His tongue explored the inside of my mouth, massaging my tongue, and trying to taste as much of my load as he could. “Mmm, you’ve got some tasty cum, there, whore,” he said to me. He gently eased his semi-hard cock out of my trashed hole. “Get your clothes on. You’re coming home with me,” he added, giving my ass a quick slap. “My little poz pig.”

Brad is totally my type: tall, lean, and having a basketball player's build, has reddish-brown hair and the most sexy light brown eyes. He's 6' 6", 190 pounds and 26 years old. He is simply one of the sexiest guys I've ever known, he has a gorgeous eight inch cock and a great set of balls. I was very happy with him, and had been with him for six months when he found out that he was poz. I was negative, and during those six months when we had sex, Brad had never cum in me ... although I asked for him to. I thought it was quirky at first that he wouldn't shoot inside me, but just let it go, although I knew ex had done IV drugs and they had plenty of bareback sex.) When he told me he was poz, he said he would understand if I broke it off with him, feeling I deserved a less-challenging relationship. I wouldn't hear of it. Three months later we moved in together into a West Hollywood apartment and had sex all the time - always bareback. Brad's doctor suggested he attend a gay men's poz support group where he could talk about being poz with guys who could understand. That's where he met Justin, who was also in a poz-neg relationship. Justin and I are surprisingly similar in build, 6 foot tall, 185 pounds, 28 years old and light brown hair. They both had the same HIV doctor and had met once before in the doctor's office, although just in passing. Since the beach is a long drive, Brad and I regularly went to a bathhouse, North Hollywood Spa that has an outdoor sun deck. We'd lay out to get some sun and then go inside to have some fun, always together. It worked for us in our new relationship, so why not? Being around other hot naked guys just got us even more horny for each other. Shortly after Brad joined the poz support group, we ran into Justin on Santa Monica Blvd, and he told me he thought it was cool that I was OK with Brad being poz ... and that his neg partner wouldn't touch him at all because of it. I said "You're a hottie! I can't imagine any man not wanting to be naked with you!" OK, so sometimes my 'edit mode' doesn't work well, and I guess the cat was out of the bag. Justin was hot and now he and Brad knew I thought as much. Justin wanted to know how Brad fucked my neg ass without him pozzing me, so Brad explained he would pull out of my ass right when he was starting to cum and then shoot on my abs. That way we were able to avoid condoms and also avoid having me seroconvert. Then Brad apparently had a brain storm 'cause he said "Rob and I are going to lay out naked at the tubs on Saturday," adding "would you like to join us?" Justin was up for it as his boyfriend was out of town for work, so we arranged for Justin to meet at our place and then we'd head out together. Justin had never been to a bathhouse before, so we got him checked in and inside. I got a big room for us to throw our stuff into, with the thought we'd strip down and then head to the sun deck. That's when Brad and I first saw Justin's cock. Holy Fuck, it was huge and he was sporting a Prince Albert. His nipples were also pierced, which I also found hot. I definitely wanted his cock in a big way. While I knew the poz support group’s rules said Brad and Justin were not supposed to play around with each other, I had the distinct feeling that rule would be broken before we went home that day. Brad and I chose to lay naked, and Justin wore a Speedo as he wanted a tan line. Brad and Justin lay next to each other, and my lounge chair was in front of their's, which, as long as I was on my stomach, made it really convenient for me to stare at Justin's basket. The Speedo barely contained his pierced poz cock. I wanted it. So did Brad. I had a spritz bottle, so after a little bit, I misted water on me to cool off. I then to be a dickhead, adjusted the stream to a jet and squirted Brad directly in the balls. That got his attention! His cock started getting hard, so I continued doing it. Justin laughed at what I was doing, so I squirted his Speedo as well, then worked the stream up to his nips. My cock was hard. Brad's cock was hard, and Justin's cock was filling out his Speedo even more. "Let's take a break inside and cool off," I suggested, wanting to be naked with these two studs. The three of us showered off downstairs and then headed to the room, "Just for a couple minutes." But no sooner had the door behind us, than we lost our towels, and we were three guys in heat, making out and feeling each other up, our cocks drooling precum like crazy. We were horny and needed to get off. In no time, the three of us were on the bed and ravaging each other. I was on my back with Brad sucking my cock, while Justin sucked Brad's cock. It wasn't too long before it was time to switch-up. "I gotta get a taste of my first pierced cock," Brad said. I said "Don't get him off, because I want some too." Justin wasn't used to three-ways, and this was his first since he converted to being poz, and he certainly wasn't used to a neg guy being so hot for his poz cock. Brad switched places and laid on his back and Justin crawled up to straddle Brad and fed him his cock. This was a great opportunity for me to get Brad's cock up my hole and to feel up Justin while he got his cock sucked by Brad. Justin blocked Brad's view, so Brad was surprised when I lubed up his bare cock and lowered myself onto him. I moaned at how hot Brad's cock felt up my ass ... and what a hot view I had of Justin's butt and hot body. He turned around to see what I was up to behind him, and was surprised I was taking Brad's cock right there. It was erotic as hell to watch Brad suck on another poz cock, and I certainly enjoyed having his cock up my ass. Unfortunately, Brad's gag reflex had a problem with the ring in Justin's cock, so he had to back off it and just suck on the tip. Seeing what was going on, I said, "Let's switch positions ... I'll be able to take his big dick with no problem." Brad and Justin just looked at me and laughed as Brad remarked "My boyfriend the slut! Give the man what he wants." Justin took Brad's place on his back, I bent over to suck Justin's cock and Brad fucked me doggy style. Everyone was happy until Brad pulled out saying, "I'm getting too close. I don't want to cum yet." Justin said, "Yeah, I want to have a turn with Rob too." I moved off his cock and stood next to Justin who then reached over to my loose lubed butt and gave it a grab. I turned a little to give him easier access to my hole and he slid a finger up inside me. Brad and Justin got a little quiet and for a couple moments Brad and Justin looked at each other's eyes, and gave each other a slight nod. Brad said, "Yeah, Justin ... it's Rob's turn." Brad slid back on the bed to give us some space and watched while Justin worked my already-lubed hole with one finger, and then two fingers, and as he did so, Justin turned to Brad saying "Rob's ass feels amazing. No wonder you told me you love fucking him." Brad said, "Go ahead and give him a couple more fingers, he loosens right up." At that point I was bent over the bed just enjoying the amazing treatment Justin was giving my asshole. I was totally relaxed having him do what he wanted and Brad was playing with his cock watching Justin. Justin slid his four fingers out of my ass and slid his pierced poz cock inside me. Wow, he felt great. I love my boyfriend's eight inch cock but Justin's seven inch, fat cock was a whole different kind of great. "Yeah, fuck me," I urged Justin. Brad meanwhile was jacking his cock, taking in the scene, his cock rock hard. Clearly he was totally into watching me be get plowed by his poz friend. Justin bent over and whispered in my ear, "You get off on my hot poz cock, don't you?" Brad didn't notice Justin's question, but it had me rock hard. I didn't say anything at first, so Justin asked more loudly "You want that, huh?" Brad looked up at both of us and smiled when I answered "Yeah, fuck me ... give it to me! But first let me change positions!" We all started laughing and they both made room for me to get on my back with my legs in the air. Justin said, "Let me take a couple minutes ... Brad, you get back inside him." Justin pulled out of me and noticed a little redness on his cock. He realized his Prince Albert piercing was rubbing my asshole raw from the friction. We looked at each other and he was about to say something about it. I gazed into his eyes and slowly shook my head and whispered, "Don't say anything." Once his cock was inside me, Brad said, "Oh yeah, Rob has such a hot hole. God I love fucking his ass." "Yeah, I want this ... fuck me, Brad," I urged. As Brad fucked me, Justin kissed me, quietly saying "Rob, I'm going to help you get what you want." Brad looked at Justin saying "We're probably okay fucking him, since we're both undetectable." A strange look crossed Justin's face, which led Brad to ask "What's that look for?" In a slightly dull tone Justin answered "My doctor didn't like my blood panels, so he took me off my HIV meds two weeks ago. I thought I told you." Justin continued, "But don't worry about me. Fuck Rob's hot hole and shoot inside him!" There wasn't much room behind Brad and the wall, and Justin had a plan. He got off the bed and stood next to Brad, lightly tweaking his nipples. That drove Brad crazy and filled him with lust. Justin then moved behind Brad as he was fucking me and tweaked his nipples. Brad muttered "Oh, fuck, I'm getting close!" I grabbed Brad’s hips to pull his cock into my ass, and Justin lodged himself against the wall so that Brad couldn’t back away as Brad yelled, "Shit! I'm cumming ... fuck, I'm shooting." I was also shooting, but unlike Brad's load, my cum load blew all over my chest. It was likely the biggest load I've ever had. Fuck that was hot. After all this time with Brad, I finally got him to cum inside me - and I wanted it really bad. Poz cum just made it hotter. Brad's cum had nowhere to go, but inside my ravaged hole. And he was freaking out softly saying, almost to himself, "Oh my god, I came in you! Fuck! I don't want to poz you." "Hang on, honey, it'll be okay. A lot of guys don't get pozzed the first time they're bred! Come here...." Brad's cock was still in my hole and I pulled him towards me and kissed him many times, murmuring "Don't worry." He moved off me and laid down on the bed and Justin was there with a slight smirk. We both knew what he did for me, and I was grateful. "Can I get a hand here?" Justin asked. In the excitement, Brad and I hadn't helped Justin get off, and his cock needed to blow a load. "Yeah, I think I can help you out," I replied, turning to Brad and asking "Okay with you? I think it's Justin's turn." Brad looked at both of us and slowly nodded yes. I pulled Justin down to make out with him, and I could feel his poz cock grazing my thighs and balls. I reached down and aimed his cock inside my hole, easing his pierced poz cock inside me, my boyfriend's poz load the only lube. I announced with genuine excitement "Fuck, this is amazingly hot." Justin grinned as he slid in and out of my wrecked hole and asked "You really like this. Fuck, man, I never thought I'd ever get inside your hole." "Hell, yeah, man, this is amazing." In a slightly louder tone Justin asked "You want me to cum in you?" Mischievously I replied "Ask Brad if you can." Justin replied in a voice loud enough for the guys in the adjoining rooms could hear "It's not Brad's hole I'm breeding. Do you want my poz cum?" There was only one possible reply for me: "Fuck yeah, dude. Shoot your hot poz load into my ass!” Just then every muscle in Justin's body tensed up as a prelude to his hot load. He pounded my hole even harder, as if to force his virus into my body. Justin yelled, "You're such a cum slut, take my poz load." I could feel his cock unloading in my guts. The spasms triggered another orgasm for me. I was in heaven, as was Justin who collapsed on top of me, with his cock still lodged inside my hole. We hugged and kissed. Brad looked a little shell-shocked at what just took place. We all stretched out on the bed and wrapped our arms around each other just to hold on. I wasn't sure what was going through Brad's head, so when everyone caught their breath, I said, "That was amazing. I've wanted that for a long time. Thank you." Brad looked at me with a puzzled look. He said, "I had no idea ... you never talked to me about it or asked me for it." I asked, "Would you have bred me if I asked you to?" Just then, I felt Brad's cock start to get hard against my thigh. Brad said, "Justin and I hoped you would be okay with us just fucking you, but now, you'll have a lot more of our cum from now on." The three of us smiled, relieved about how the afternoon turned out. Brad got off the bed, his big poz hard on, pointing in my direction. I got up on all fours, and pointed my ass in his direction and my mouth on Justin's cock. Justin's cock was slightly funky, but I didn't care. It was my turn, and I got what I wanted.

Hot a message from a buddy on bbrt in the morning asking if was free, he wanted cum, i said of course come on over, he did, came to my place, ate his hole good and fucked him for a good 20mins before i pump my load in him deep, he headed out and i got ready for work, thought he left my neighborhood but he didn't, he send another message asking if i could give him another load and i said yes but couldn't host, so we drove off to a near by woods and fucked load number 2 into him. Later on at work i got bored and i logged onto bbrt to find another message from him asking if i could load him up again, said of course, meet u out back my work place and i'll fuck u there, 20mins after i send that i get "here" so i met him outside and went to a discreet place near my work and fucked load 3 into him. He had 3 loads in him already previous to the my first load, 2 from a buddy of him and 1 more from sone random guy he found, he was really hungry for cum and cock, he claims to be str8 and he likes girls but he get a real craving for dick from time to time. I am quite sure he got a few more loads after i fucked him the second time. He's hole is amazing. He said "I'll b around tomorrow if u got some more cum for me", ha! of course i do! Multiple cummer here and can give as much cum as a cum hungry whore like him wants. Anybody near my area hit me up, love to to have a few reg cum dumps to use.

First post here. Just stealth fucked a guy 5 minutes ago. He lives about half mile from me. He and I chatted on Grindr for a while. He flaked a few times and refused to give phone number. I almost put him in the fake category. Hit up on him again this morning. A lot of back-and-force. Give him my address. I was still not sure if he would show up. He asked for condoms a few times. I prepared a condom for him, by cutting the head off. He showed up. no chit chat. took his clothes off. nice swimmer body. semi-hairy chest. Took his pants off. 8 real inch cock when it is soft. We made out for 30 seconds. His cock grew to about 9 inch and thick. hairy crotch and hairy ass. put him on all fours. lube his ass up. Put the prepared condom on while he was watching. With some effort, I was in his hole in a minute. it was fairly easy to enter his hole. push him down, lying flat on bed. Pounded him hard. He was moaning loudly. Withdrew my cock, the condom wrapped around the end of my cock. Got back to doggy again. Took some poppers and cum quietly in his ass. His cock stayed hard. Withdrew my cock, ate his hairy ass for a while. ate out my load and just spread it deep and around so that he would not feel the load later. Sucked his cock from behind. Very hot. I took the condom off my cock. Stood him up. Sucked him for 30 seconds. Tossed the condom in the toilet in front of him. I came back and sucked him more. I just realized his body is nicely hairy and sexy. He wanted to cum on my face. I usually dont like that. But I do want him back again. Fingered his ass with two fingers while he jacked off. He came on my face, shoulder, and the floor, A LOT! later, he told me he came yesterday. I'd definitely want to fuck him again. We will see if he wants a repeat.

Finally hooked up with this 23yo black guy who has been hitting me up forever to hookup. It always seemed that our times didn't match up, but tonight he was looking and I was tired of missing his dick. I was stunned at how hot he was, tall, very muscular, nice bubble butt (even though he is a total top), and a thick, piece of uncut cock, about 9 inches. He liked to tell me he could stay hard until he cummed at least 3 times. I figured that was mostly bullshit, but even one fuck with his cock would be amazing. We were naked before reaching the bed, and he had his cock gagging my throat as soon as I was on the bed. He fucked my face good and gave me an amazing rim job before pounding my hole. I think we fucked in every position possible and he did cum three times before finally going soft. All three breeding were balls deep, and most of his cum is still inside me. Pretty sure my asshole is still gaping. We’ll be hooking up a lot from now on.

Part 3 He remained on top of me while he texted away for a few minutes, often smirking and chuckling at either something he’d written or received from whoever it was on the other end. It was starting to make me nervous again, and I was becoming more aware of how sore my butt was. It felt very wet and I was sure that cum and possibly blood was leaking out of my hole onto the plastic sheet. Feeling my slimy butt cheeks sliding around on the plastic under his weight once again got the better of me and my dick sprang to life, bouncing against his bare ass. “Don’t even think about it, fucker,” he glared down at me. “You’re here to get used, not the other way around.” “Who are you texting?” I asked meekly. “Just a handful of guys that I used to party with when I did a little time,” he said playfully, tossing his phone onto his little pile of discarded clothing. Great, sex starved ex-cons. I think I’m definitely going to die tonight. Just then I heard the creaking of the big outer door swinging open and then slamming shut. With some luck it would be a worker and not one of his buddies. Wrong. "You got here fast," Mr. Mean said. "I was just having a beer around the corner," new guy replied, then whistled loudly. “Well, well, well, what did you get yourself?” “I got us a little faggot to play with for the night,” Mr. Mean told him, finally raising himself up off of me to go over and give his prison buddy the playful guy shoulder slapping hug. “I want at him,” the new guy was saying, already taking his clothes off. Thankfully he was more average in build, probably only an inch or two taller than me, but stocky, with a nice looking cock that wasn’t too long but had a respectable thickness. He kind of wandered around the warehouse for a couple of minutes and came back with a handful of fruit. Was he hungry for a snack before taking his turn on me? Evidently I was his snack, and the fruit . . . well I had no idea the plan for that. Average guy climbed down behind me, grabbed me by the hips and flipped me over onto my stomach, and whistled again when he looked down between my spread legs and saw the mess leaking out of me. “How many loads did you shoot in this guy? Look at all the fucking cum running out of that sloppy kunt,” he said to Mr. Mean. “Only one. He had a big load in him from someone else, but I made him push it out and eat it up while I fucked him,” he replied. “Ha! A real fucking cum slut!” Average guy marvelled. “Is he poz? Cuz that’s all he’s gonna get tonight,” he added, leaning down close to my left ear. “You like taking toxic cum up that greedy whore kunt?” I didn’t know if I should answer or not, but when he slapped my ass a few times really hard, I knew I had to go along with it. “Yes, I love that toxic cum in me!” “Good faggot,” he grumbled. And then I felt something going up my ass, but it wasn’t his dick. I looked back over my shoulder and saw that he was stuffing a peeled banana up my ass. What the hell is this guy into? When the banana was all the way in, he climbed between my legs and stuck his dick in too, and wasted no time pounding the hell out of my ass. I was grateful that he wasn’t monster-hung, but with the banana up there already, I felt full. His fucking went on for quite a while, with Mr. Mean laughing and shouting encouraging words for his buddy while he used me like some kind of fruit salad fuck doll. He wasn't a gentle fucker, and he relentlessly pounded both that banana and my ass to mush. I didn’t feel him shooting in me since the banana was filling my hole up, but I definitely heard him grunting as it lead up to it. “Take it, take it, take my fucking poz cum up that whore kunt!” he yelled, slamming so hard into me that my own cock, which had been sliding around in that pool of cum on the plastic, shot off beneath me. He must have felt it with my ass going into spasms around his tool. “You fucking whore! Who told you that you could cum?!” he yelled, slapping my ass hard. He yanked his cock out of me really rough and it made a really sloppy wet sound, and then I could feel his breath on my hole. In a matter of seconds he was diving deep up my hole, hungrily eating all of his load and that banana out. I have to say that it felt heavenly. Just as he was finishing his snack, I heard the door again, and in walked a big black dude, about the same size and build as Mr. Mean. They exchanged quick hugs and he began stripping. “I got to make this quick. I’ve got a 30 minute break and wasted 10 getting here.” He was on me in a flash, stuffing his big black cock into my now vacant hole. It was a very tight fit, but he managed to get about half way in me before my tortured hole blocked him. “Come on, take it you fuckin’ whore,” he grunted, rutting his hips hard, eventually busting through and I felt his big low hanging balls resting against my own balls. I felt fully stuffed once again. He held there only for a few seconds, giving me time to take a couple of deep breaths, and then he hauled back and began slamming me. He kept up a steady pound, over and over, his hips slapping into my quivering butt cheeks and making wet smacking sounds, and me grunting every time he hit bottom. He kept it steady, didn’t change positions, didn’t slow down, just smack, smack, smack, deep dicking me with every stroke, until he gritted his teeth, growled, and hissed in my ear, “Take this fucking load, goddamned fucking whore! Take my poz cum! Going to give you that AIDS!”. And then his dick swelled over and over inside me and I could feel his big black cock spray painting my insides with his toxic seed. He kept his dick in me while he caught his breath, then eased it out, and then told me, “Keep that fucking load up your ass, bitch. My swimmers have some work to do in there. We’re going to get you fucking pregnant,” he laughed, now pulling on his clothes. As he was heading out the door, I heard him greeting someone else on their way in. Seconds later I couldn’t believe my eyes . . . Part 4 -the final installment, to follow very soon.

I've been super neglectful about recounting my load taking adventures on here - and there have been many loads in the past few months - but I'll share my first gang bang story. Set up my first gang bang in Long Beach - a little away from home to capitalize on some new cock. Posted ads on BBRT and CL and had about 25 guys RSVP. Got everything prepared when the first guy hit me up an hour before we were to begin. He wanted to be first and he wanted to cum now. I was already cleaned out so I told him to head over. I positioned myself ass up face down on the bed with a blindfold on when I heard the door open. All I heard was "Nice" and his zipper come down and pants hit the floor. Next thing I know - he's pushing into me. Take a big hit of poppers and he's balls deep. Nice sized cock - about 7 inches - he fucks me for about 5 minutes and whispers in my ear that he's shooting. He pulls out and tells me he hasn't cum in about a week and that I should be nice and lubed up for the night. An hour later - the gang bang starts up proper. A latino guy comes and fucks me nice and hard and long - in between his fucks - a smallish Asian guy fucks me too. His dick was a lot smaller but felt good - and he shoots a big load that I can actually feel in my stretched out hole. Latino guy gets back in and churns up the load and I hear the door open and close a few more times. A hairy daddy positions himself under me while the latino guy is fucking me - and I suck him til he is rock hard. The two of them tag team my ass until the both shoot their massive loads. I can feel hands on my ass and fingers up my hole and tongues trying to fish out the cum. A few more guys come and go - nothing spectacular - but a load is a load for a cumpig! Then I hear a guy come in - I can't help myself and take a peek - it is a super hot black dude - about 6'5" and built. He starts feeling me up and he positions the head of his dick at my hole. He keeps saying how nice and cummy it is and how much he loves fucking a beefy cummy asian hole. I feel him push in and I cannot believe how thick this guy is! He keeps sliding in and I start to think it will never bottom out. I huff the poppers for my life - and he finally bottoms out. He must have been 10 inches and massively thick. He fucks me long and hard - pulling all the way out and slamming back in - saying how good of a slut I am and how most guys can't take it. Well - this hole was made for deep dicking - so I please him the best I can. He gives me his load (and number) and leaves. Throughout the night - more guys come and go - and it all just becomes a blur. I don't party at all - but the sheer amount of dick I took and cum in my ass made me feel high. I completely lost count of the guys and the loads until it was over and I turned the lights on. I had a sharpie on the table next to me for guys to mark off their loads. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror - 14 marks. 14 loads in about 2 and a half hours. Satisfied cumpig. When I finally pushed out the cum to see how much I had in there - it poured out of me. Looking forward to my next group session!

At this point of the day, all three of us were bred with poz cum, and all was right with the world. I finally was bred by my hot boyfriend, by his poz support group buddy, and by another charged guy in the bathhouse. We left the dark room and headed downstairs for a shower and a Jacuzzi. It was good to take a break with Brad and Justin for a couple minutes. Brad said, "Rik, you still have all those poz loads in you?" "Yeah," I replied, "Gonna try and hold them in for a while." Brad asked, "Are you gonna be OK if you convert to being poz?" Justin joked, "I know of a good support group, if you need it!" I laughed, "We might need to call them up and have them stop by to breed me!" Brad and Justin looked at each other and smiled. Justin said with a wink, "We need to convert your boy. I'll start calling the support group guys and get them over here!" With that, they high-fived each other. Brad leaned over and gave me a kiss and said, "I want to help you get pozzed so we can cum in each other from now on. We'll get some newly converted guys to breed you." I said, "Yeah, I want that. I want two boyfriends so we can breed each other all the time." Justin said, "I need you guys too. We need to swap strains forever!" Brad and Justin looked behind me and both smiled. Brad said quietly, "Here we go..." My back was towards the Jacuzzi steps, so I didn't see who was getting in with us, but I caught his backside as he passed by to take a seat. He was tall like Brad, probably 6'5", lean, dark hairy legs and not much of a butt (which is fine with me). He sat across from me and took my breath away. He had a sexy hairy chest and had some scruff on his face. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I hear you're neg and want to get pozzed, is that right?" He didn't make any attempt to keep it quiet, and in fact said it loud enough for the other guys in the area to hear. My face went three shades of red. This was another defining moment for me. Either I'm in or I'm out. "Yeah" I said softly. Tall, dark and handsome said, "I didn't hear what you said, say it again." "Yes." "Yes, what?" It was time to own what I want. "I'm neg and I'm taking poz cum today. I want to be pozzed." I said it loud enough for him and most of the first floor to hear. My heart was pounding like a motherfucker. Tall, dark and handsome just smiled back at me. "I like that. Have you taken any loads yet?" "A couple," I said. "I pointed to Brad and Justin.”They bred me a couple hours ago." Tall, dark and handsome said, "That's hot. I have a high viral load, so if you want some of this, I'm in 215." The then stood up and showed me his rock hard uncut 9" cock that was pointing up to one of the sexiest biohazard tattoos I've never seen. He reached over to tweak my nipples and I grabbed his poz cock and felt his low-hangers. All I could say was "Oh yeah, I need that!" With that, he walked out of the Jacuzzi, dried off and left. Justin said "Well, that was hot!" "Oh my god," said Brad. "He's smokin' hot ... And it sounds like he'll help get the job done." I said, "Let's dry off and take a walk." We dried off and got new towels again. Well, Brad and Justin got towels. They said I needed to be naked for the rest of the day. And I was OK with that. At the front desk, I noticed a magic marker laying on a clipboard. I had an idea. I asked the attendant, "Can I write something down real quick? I'll give it right back." He handed it under the window and went back to checking in people. Both Brad and Justin looked at me wondering what the fuck I was up to. I grabbed Justin and gave him a big sloppy kiss, and did the same to Justin. I presented the marker and said, "Write on me. Let guys see what we're doing." It was like instant Viagra. All three of us were rock hard at the idea. Brad turned me around and drew an arrow from my mid-back pointing down to my asshole. He handed the marker to Justin. "That's all you got? That's lame" said Justin. I felt Justin writing stuff all over my backside. I had no idea what he was doing, but my precum was oozing all over. "There, that's how you do it." Justin said, handing it back to Brad. Brad said, "Turn around" and started writing on me. They both had big smiles and were really getting into this. He wrote on my pecs, abs, down to my pubes and cock. He stood up to admire his work and Justin nodded his head in approval. They high-fived each other and then Justin gave the marker back to the attendant. Justin said, "Let's go back upstairs, we can get other guys to write oh him more if we need to." My balls were aching at this point, I really needed to blow my load, but it wasn't time yet. I don't think there was anyone in the building that didn't know my story earlier, but they sure do now. As we walked the halls, guys would give me a look and then give me a nod. There were two black guys in the hallway talking as we walked up. One of them looked at me and said, "Rik - the Neg bugchaser?" Brad answered for me and said, "Yeah, we're filling him up with charged loads ... Rik, bend over and show him your hole!" Right there in front of anyone walking by, I bent over and spread my asscheeks. Both black guys rubbed their hands over my ass. One of them slid a finger inside my hole and said to his friend, "he's loose already." He went from one finger to two fingers to four fingers very quickly. I moaned, "OH fuck yeah, that feels great! Feel my cunt!" My cock was drooling precum at both the humiliation and how slutty I was becoming. Justin said, "We're in 213 if you want more of this slut." The guy slowly pulled his fingers out of my ass, and I felt cum ooze out and run down my legs. We continued our walk, making sure guys saw us walking around with hard-ons and my freshly inked advertising written on me. When Brad saw someone in a room, or when we would pass someone in the hallway, he said "213," making sure guys knew our room number. We turned the corner and coming our direction was Dave and Bruce, two guys from 24 Hour Fitness. Brad and I have known them from the gym for a long time. I didn't plan on seeing anyone I know here today. They both stopped and stared at me, while reading what was written on my body. Dave said, "What's up with this? What are you guys doing?" Justin said, "Isn't it apparent? We're pozzing him up!" Brad reached behind me and slipped a couple fingers up my hole. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and how hot it was. I looked at them and said, "I need a charged load up my hole." Dave and Bruce just replied, "Oh!" and kept on walking. I'm not sure whose world was rocked more, theirs or mine. I suppose those gossip queens will be talking this up on Monday at the gym, since they know everyone in town. We got back to the room and I finally got a look at what my poz boyfriends wrote on me. Reading backwards I could read "poz me" "cumslut" "neg4poz" and I had no idea what Justin did on my backside. Didn't care - just glad that the two most important guys in my life are getting me gifted. I laid on the mattress on my back as we got settled. Brad left the door open and then turned to me. "Let's get you some poisoned cum" he said. Justin straddled my head and lowered his cock into my mouth. Brad raised my legs up and handed them to Justin. Brad then slid his poz cock up my cummy hole. He worked in and out slowly, not trying to cum, but trying to attract breeders. I heard Justin say, "You want to breed our boyfriend? Leave the door open and fuck him." I felt some hands feeling up my body, tweaking my nipples, feeling my abs and my cock and balls. Brad said, "He needs poz cum. Can you help him out?" "Yeah, I can charge him up" was all I heard before I felt a huge cock slam up my hole. Justin pulled out of my mouth so I could see my new breeder. He was one of the black guys we saw in the hallway, and clearly I missed seeing his huge cock when me met earlier. My new breeder said, "My buddy won't let me fuck him ... and the way your hole felt, I knew I had to poz you." Just then his buddy walked in and asked, "Can I watch?" Justin asked, "Do you want to fuck his face while your buddy breeds this cumdump?" With no hesitation, he climbed up and fed me his uncut cock. Justin took this opportunity to feel up the guy in my mouth, as I knew Brad was feeling up the guy who was in my asshole. I could hear the other guys in the room jacking their lubed cocks as they watched me get bred. It was hot knowing everyone there knew what I'm chasing. I heard the guy fucking my mouth say to Justin, "Yeah, rub your cock on my asshole ... I'm close." Justin said, "If you don't blow your load down his throat, I'm going to breed you!" Brad took Justin's cue and said to the guy fucking me, "Feel my cock against your hole? My precum is getting you all wet. I might have to breed you too!" "Breed him, Justin" "Yeah, you breed yours "Brad" Neither of my poz boyfriends had a chance to slide inside, because the nasty poz chat had the black guys all worked up. The guy fucking me yelled, "Here I go, bitch! I'm cumming up your hole!" The guy in my mouth said "Fuck! Here I go too!" Simultaneously, I got huge loads that must have been saved up for days. The guy still in my ass said, "I haven't fucked a neg guy since I converted. I love that." These hot guys creamed both of my holes. I swallowed up as much as I could, but some escaped onto my face. My asshole was leaking like crazy, but it felt amazing. Both guys pulled out and gave me a couple pats on my ass, and then they walked out. Brad and Justin sat on the bed next to me and said, "That was hot, but he needs more poz cum." They both bent down to give me a three-way kiss so the three of us could make out. I couldn't love these two more than I did right then. While we were making out, I felt a new hand rub my ass. I moaned softly and opened my legs to our new guest without looking. Brad and Justin silently checked the guy out and then returned to making out. The guy playing with my ass had three fingers up my hole and was working up to four. "Fuck that feels good" I said to Justin and Brad. "He's making my hole feel great." The boys whispered words of encouragement to relax my hole, that I need to open it up. I felt his fingers work in and out of my hole, and felt him tuck his thumb in with his other four fingers. "Yeah, open up for me," our new guest said. "I’m here to give you the fuck-flu!" It was Tall, Dark and Handsome.

After I got another load from Brad, we were soaking wet and funky. Justin suggested we go get showered off, which was exactly what we needed. Although I was holding on two the three poz loads that had just been pumped into me, and I wasn't going to lose them. A good shower was exactly what the three of us needed after such a ground-breaking afternoon. We dried off and went to get new towels, throwing them in the bin and then asking for new towels. Brad got one for himself and one for Justin. When I asked for mine, Brad told the attendant that I didn't need one, and he steered me back upstairs towards the room. I asked, "What's going on?" Brad replied "Since you broke your poz cherry today, we should see if you can get some more charged loads up your hole - and we can't advertise it if you're wearing a towel." At this remark all three of us started to sprout wood. This was definitely going to be interesting. We went up to the second floor where Brad and Justin walked me around the hallways. As we passed the water fountain I paused to get a quick drink. Three guys were standing in the immediate vicinity. Justin separated my ass-cheeks inviting the guys to "Get a look at this, guys. Freshly bred butt-hole," finishing-up with a sharp slap to my ass. I was, of course, startled as hell, and in the process began to loose some of the cum I had been consciously holding back. 'Fuck', I thought, 'here I am with cum running down my legs'. Two of the guys just smiled and walked on, but the third, a guy in his 30's started stroking his cock under his towel. Brad completed the invitation saying "If you want a piece of that, stop by Room 213 and ask for Rik!" I was being pimped out by the two guys that bred me! How humiliating ... but also kinda hot! We were all still sprouting wood, so we were all getting off on this. And I still had nothing covering me. Brad said, "Come on, let's walk around." The three of us went to the multi-level video room next. Once our eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, there were around six guys watching the porn. But my two pimps were going to change their focus. Justin looked at Brad and said, "I think we need to show our slut off!" Brad smiled and said, "Great idea." "What do you guys have in mind?" I asked. Justin stepped up to me and gave me a big, French kiss saying "Let's have some fun!" With that he led me to one of the risers and had me get on my hands and knees, so my asshole was at a perfect level for his cock. Justin didn't ask Brad at this point, he just worked his pierced cock up my hole again - in front of the other guys. Brad was working his cock under his towel, enjoying Justin's perverted exhibitionism. Justin, meanwhile, was slowly fucking my ass. Clearly he wasn't looking to get off, but publicize ownership of my fuckhole - if only for the afternoon. A couple guys moved closer towards us to get a better view, which was, of course, exactly what Justin was planning. In a completely audible voice he remarked "Brad, this slut still feels good after we pozzed his hole. Stick your cock up his ass and feel for yourself." As he withdrew he asked me "Hey, Rik, how’s your hole now?" But before I could think of a clever reply Justin had fully withdrawn, stepped away, and, giving me a sharp slap, held my cheeks apart as Brad stepped forward, draped his towel over my head, and slid his poz cock up my ass. "Yeah, you'll like this freshly pozzed hole," Justin grunted. Brad fucked away for several minutes, and while so doing, Justin asked "Doesn't he feel good?" (I can only assume Justin was playing poz whore master for the audience.) "Yeah, I should have pozzed him back when I converted. This slut would have loved it," Brad commented. Crap! Did Brad really mean that? I started out that morning with my boyfriend and his friend, and now I'm their freshly pozzed towel rack and cumdump. If this wasn't humiliating enough, I started feeling several hands feeling my body. Looking down, I could see five pair of feet around me. Guys were feeling my chest, cock, ass and Brad's cock as it slowly worked my hole. I heard Brad ask "You want to fuck my slut? You've gotta big dick. He'll love it." Brad pulled out and I felt two fingers slide into my asshole. I certainly didn't know whose fingers they were - I was not in a position to explore who-was-who. Nor, to be honest, did I want or care to find out. I watched Brad's feet step away as another guy got into position. I waited to feel a new cock ... and then saw a condom wrapper fall to the floor. Justin intervened saying "Dude, this slut is deathly allergic to condoms. He can only be fucked bare." I kinda laughed at Justin's quick thinking. Nicely played, Justin. I saw the guy step back, remarking "I only fuck with condoms ... sorry." Brad replied "No problem," and with that the guy walked away. Another guy said, "I'll fuck your slut!" Brad said, "Have at it!" The new guy threw his towel over my head as well and got in position behind my hole. Justin said, "We're looking for charged loads for our slut here, you got one?" The new guy said, "Yeah, I've been poz for a while, and I'm happy to share my strain with your slut!" Brad said, "Excellent, give him your load!" The new guy slammed his cock inside my ass and I just about lost my breath. Holy shit he was big! The new guy commented "Damn, his hole is full of cum. I love messy sluts!" And with that by way of introduction he fucked my ass, surrounded by a whole group of guys, giving the impression I was the last available piece of ass on the planet. I couldn't see much of anything, especially since now a couple of smelly towels were draped over my head, but suddenly Brad slid beneath the towels, wiggling close so he could kiss me while I was getting fucked. Then I felt his legs stretch out next to my right torso. He let out a soft moan of pleasure. "Are you getting fucked?" I asked. "Yeah, Justin still hasn't had a chance to breed me with his toxic cum yet and I want it really bad. Do you feel like a bugchasing cum dump whore now?" I managed to say "Fuck yeah, and oh God, I love you!" Then he pulled my head down and started making out with me again. We were both getting bred by poz guys, and I had no idea how toxic the fuck was going to be - and didn't care. "I'm gonna cum now!" announced the guy fucking my ass. I didn't know what he looked like, and was fairly sure he hadn't actually gotten any sight of me, but it didn't matter: at that very moment he was sperming my asshole. "Fuck, you just get bred!" was his parting comment as he slowly withdrew from my ass, giving me an appreciative tap on the ass. At this point poz cum was running out of my gaping asshole and various guys in the video room were sliding their fingers in and out of my battered hole. It didn't matter how much is in my bank account or what kind of car I drove. To the men I was a piece of meat, just for their pleasure. I could tell that Justin's fuck strokes were getting harder, as Brad's body was bouncing back and forth from the fucking. Justin was going to cum soon, and Brad was going to share the virus strain that had just gone into my body. I was stroking Brad's nipples, and telling him how hot he must look getting fucked in the middle of all these guys. Justin started grunting and breathing hard and then announced "I'm cumming up your ass, dude! Here it comes!" Brad's eyes rolled in the back of his head in ecstasy. Justin was totally turned on by finally getting the sex that his neg boyfriend wasn't giving him, and he got to breed his first neg hole and the poz hole of his support group buddy. And for Brad and me, well, we had taken poz loads side-by-side from two different poz guys. And we couldn't have been happier.

The lights came on at 3:00 A.M., just as the security started ushering the masses out of the club. Once out on the street, Luke looked for familiar faces of his friends and saw no one he knew. He was drunk and shirtless and sweaty. He checked his phone and saw the text message string saying all had left, some heading to after parties, some heading home. “Shit” he said to himself, not wanting to pay for a cab all by himself. When looked up from his phone, he noticed a man eye-fucking him from just a few feet away. He looked back down at his phone, suddenly feeling shy and drunk and happy, and when he looked up again, he briefly studied the stranger. The man was least 15 years older, maybe more, all muscles, tattoos, and piercings. He’d apparently just exited the leather bar next door and not the night club from which Luke emerged. The leather man was totally not Luke’s type, but Luke was drunk and horny, and needed a ride home, preferably without his gossipy gaggle of friends to judge any decision he made at this particular point. Pulling on his shirt, Luke glanced back down at his phone, trying to focus sufficiently to pull up the text messages from his friends, but as he did so, he noticed in his peripheral vision a pair black boots approaching. Looking up, Luke found the leather man was his side. “Hey. I’m Steve.” “Luke,” he replied as he automatically stuck out his hand. “Wanna come back to my place?” It was the most direct pickup line Luke had ever heard. “Yes," Luke replied, even before he could consider the alternatives. Twenty minutes and a cab ride later, Luke found himself walking through Steve’s massive loft wondering what he was getting himself into. From behind, Steve approached him and began caressing the 25 year old prize with his strong, knowing hands. Luke, it should be said, had a boy-next-door aura to him, and at 5’11, 170 pounds, he was muscular and lean. Inhibitions were flaring up as the alcohol buzz wore off a bit, and Luke wasn’t sure he was game for this tryst with an older guy. But that didn’t matter, as Steve was decidedly in control. Coming up behind Luke, Steve reached around Luke, unbuckled the younger man's trousers, pushed them to the floor, tweaked Luke's nipples and simultaneously grinding his his crotch against Luke’s supple ass. “I probably shouldn’t…” Luke whispered with a little resistance, until he felt the whiskered jawline making its way between his butt cheeks. He moaned in delight. “Fuuccckk” he said as Steve’s tongue penetrated his hole. Steve enjoyed making Luke melt, and as hot as the foreplay was, he knew it was only going to get better. Soon, he'd be leaving an indelible mark in Luke's cunt, marking it forever that he had been there. And indeed, Luke's cock was rock hard. If he had been asked, and had he been able to answer coherently, Luke would probably have asserted he had ever been so aroused as he was under Steve's expert attention. Luke was, in fact, dripping copious quantities of pre-cum, and that was before either Luke or Steve even touched Luke's cock. After a few minutes, holding Luke's body against his, Steve stood up and undid his belt and pants. They fell to the floor. Now, both men were half-dressed, with their shirts on and their pants/underwear on the floor below. Luke felt a massive dick pressed downward in his crack and felt Steve’s hairy legs against his. Luke was questioning the trajectory of the night. This was not a romantic encounter – this was him in a stranger's house with his pants on the floor about to get fucked. He’d never really had such a tryst, and it felt cheap and raunchy (albeit exhilarating and hot). Was he going to let it go forward? Did he even have a choice? Luke tried to turn around, figuring his exit plan would be a blow job and a kiss goodbye, but Steve knew his seed needed to be implanted in this twenty-something-god. He knew it from the moment he saw Luke. And Steve wasn’t going to let the power shift in this encounter, even if such would involve Luke’s perfect lips on his cock. So he just held Luke tighter with one arm and grabbed his cock. He glided the tip of his dick up and down Luke’s crack, lingering at his moist hole. “Fuck” Luke said, as the feeling of the Steve's dick against him was utterly overwhelming. Naturally his brain flirted through an array of concerns, but he finally settled on letting this happen. “Slut it up tonight” he said to himself, kind of proud at his decision. Steve positioned his dick against Luke’s hole and began to press forward. In response, Luke tensed-up in pain as the monstrous tool invaded his ass. Steve, however, knew how to get his way, and calmed Luke urging him “Relax, boy. Let go and take it.” Steve's deep, resonate voice did the trick, and Luke responded by doing his best to open up as Steve’s huge and veiny dick made its way deeper inside him. “Fuuuck” Luke moaned. He’d never taken such a big dick before, and his body was tearing to accept it. Ever patient, Steve slowly sunk in, pushing in a little and withdrawing a little, gradually getting deeper and deeper. He finally bottomed out, balls-deep in Luke's ass. As Steve reached full depth, he kissed Luke’s neck and announced “I’m all the way in." Luke smiled in satisfaction. “Hot. So fucking hot.” Luke was elated that the most painful part of the encounter was likely over and was ready for the pain to become lustful ecstasy. And the slut inside him was kind of proud for him taking a stranger's raw dick. Steve withdrew a little, and then pressed back into Luke’s ass. And again. And then he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into him. Finally, Luke was there: Steve's monster dick had invaded his ass completely and was now thrusting in and out with less resistance and more pleasure. Steve meanwhile, had found his fuck rhythm, and was pounding Luke’s ass with tempo and determination. Both men were sweating through their shirts, and beads of sweat ran down their legs. Steve’s balls were smacking against Luke’s. A few more minutes of Steve ravaging Luke’s cunt passed, before Steve grunted into Luke’s ear “I’m close.” Luke whimpered. “Fuck yeah” and let out a few moans. “I’m gonna breed you," Steve announced. Luke loved this kind of dirty talk, so responded “Fucking breed me. Shoot your load in me,” flexing his ass muscles to work and milk Steve’s huge cock. Steve rammed his dick deep inside Luke and a spasm of pure physical pleasure erupted as Steve’s toxic load spurted into Luke’s torn interior, coating the young man's fuck chute, and exposing Luke to the wrath of Steve's prior exploits. With Steve’s raw dick still in him, fucking the big, virus-laden load ever deeper into his ass, Luke feverishly jerked his cock until he shot his thick load onto the carpeting. Afterwards each man pulled-up his pants, and exchanged numbers with the other. Luke also had to borrow cab money, and with that he headed home. **************************************************************** To be continued.

Firstly, this is a true story although I might have changed a few names and to make it read OK, I can’t remember all the conversations so a bit of poetic license. The picture on my profile is me, hello, and I’m athletically fit and work out regularly with a good firm stomach and defined six pack. I’ve also got a nice eight inch uncut cock and smooth bubble butt (which I keep hairless as I love a smooth ass). I’m 31 and HIV positive and have been since November 2013 but my conversion was not an accident, rather it came about because I wanted to get bred in style, so to speak, and I specifically hoped I would to convert after playing at a BB party which was held in early August, 2013, and which was specifically hosted for those chasing. The party had been organised by Jeremy, (Jez), a 46 year old positive guy living in Acton in West London who advertised the party on BBRT. His profile specifically stated he was positive and that he had a high viral load. If you’ve ever requested a party invitation on BBRT you’ll know that if the guy isn’t online he may take some time to come back to you. So it was on this occasion. Although when I sent my request, there were already 30 odd guys who were listed as going. Perusing the list showed guys ranging in age from 24 to 56 and since this is the real world, they weren’t all super fit studs, (sadly) or more-or-less those with whom I would want to play, but there were definitely a few guys on there that floated my boat. One in particular, a 32 year old muscle hunk named Jamie was certainly fucking hot and dangerously positive. The party requirements were for neg bottom or versatile guys and for ideally poz guys with high viral load. Undetectable guys would be invited if there was space. The poz guys also needed to be top or versatile. The party acceptance list showed that there were about 16 poz guys going and 14 neg or no status on their profile, which, of course, could mean more poz guys. Either way it looked like good odds to get knocked up. And to me, well I’m a gay guy living in London. I moved here when I was in my late teens for University and ended up staying as I love the place. Not to mention it is great for a single gay slut boy like myself who needs it as often as he can and as dirty as he can, although to be fair I’d become more and more depraved as I gotten older. I’d been barebacking totally since I was 25 having had a few fuck buds I’d do it with before then. Then I just realised I loved it raw so sauna sex became all the easier as no one really bothered with rubber in there anyway. God knows how I managed to stay neg until 29, but I did. And I knew I had taken poz loads. In fact on those few occasions where I was being fucked by a guy who had either told me upfront that he was poz, or who was sporting the bio hazard tattoo, the sex was more thrilling than any I had had before. The thrill came from the specific danger that the top could change my life for ever. It was why I knew I needed to be pozzed: so I could breed too. A few days before the party, I still not had received an acceptance to my request, and I seriously thought about cancelling my request as I was playing over the likely scenario in my mind, which led to the question 'What the fucking hell was I doing?' But I didn’t cancel and the day before the party I (and another 20 or so guys) received an acceptance, so the prospective headcount was somewhere around 50 guys with the result I found myself hoping the host had a big house. Naturally I looked over the list of attendees, and to my pleasure I found quite a few by whom I wanted to be fucked. The guys ranged in age from 20 to 60, and about 60% were listed as poz, which led me to think 'We neg boys are gonna be fucked to death. Literally'. The party was an overnight affair starting on Saturday afternoon and finishing Sunday afternoon and so the day of the party I made sure my man cunt was douched thoroughly, and I also pre-stretched, using my biggest dildo. I took the tube and arrived at the party house at 2:00 PM, an hour before the official starting time of 3:00 PM. The party house was a huge Victorian semi-detached villa with at least four floors that I could see from the street. As I approached I found several other early arriving guests who were being checked-in by a man who was ticking off names on a clipboard. Although I had downed a couple of beers before I left my house, I sensed a bit of awkwardness, so I specifically greeted the guys who were waiting in line. The guy at the door was a cute lad, mid 20’s, athletic and dressed in shorts only so you could see his nice smooth chest and pert little nipples. He was friendly with a nice smile. “Profile name?” he asked, looking me over. “I’m Adame24” I said and he looked at his clipboard. “Yep got you” he said ticking my name off. “Neg boy” he said, smiling back at me. “Not for long, I hope,” I replied, returning his smile. “Make your way in and you’ll find the dining room on the left is the locker room. Take you kit off and store your clothing in a bag then head to the lounge. It’s naked only” he instructed. “Thanks” I replied stepping past him into the hallway. “I’ll check you out later” he said, winking at me. I grinned back as I walked through the door he had identified. I presumed from his last statement he was poz and without a doubt I looked forward to taking his load. I found three other guys getting undressed as I entered and they all looked at me and grinned as I started removing clothes. I followed the guys down the hall and towards the music and chatter. The house was very big and entering the lounge it seemed long and vast and quite full of naked guys. Even allowing for the fact that the party had 50 acceptances, you could reasonably expect some wouldn’t turn up but I’d have to say there was over 40 guys there. I didn’t really know where to go at first but I saw a large table set up with drinks so headed for it, and in route I got quite a few glances from the guys, even if when squeezing past the men, my cock was somewhat timid, even if I would say even if flaccid my cock was still impressive. There were all sorts of guys here and I scanned around looking for Jamie. I hadn’t yet seen him but I did spot a few other muscled up lads, the younger guys weren’t bad either especially one who looked like a teenager and was getting plenty of stares. Some of the older guys too were doing it for me although there were some that had plainly gone to seed but none were really fat so I guessed our host had been picky in his acceptances. I felt my ass being handled and turned to see a guy of my age, he had shaved head and short stubbly beard but his bod was as taught as mine. He was hot and, judging by his semi-erect cock, he had a big one. “Hey fella” he remarked in what sounded to be an Australian accent. “Hi, you okay?” I asked as I turned to face him. “That’s one fine ass,” he replied, grinning broadly. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.” “You chasing?” “I am," I replied with a smile. “Superb, mate,” he said. I notice his cock was swelling-up as we talked. “You?” I asked suspecting he was about to say what I wanted to hear. “No mate, I’m gifting” he answered, giving me a welcoming smile. I smiled while my cock got hard. Before we could do anything about it the music suddenly went silent and someone cleared his throat loudly. “Guys could I have your attention please.” I looked over as the naked bodies parted to show our host, Jez, stark naked too with a massive dick hanging between a reasonably toned body. He was a fine looking Daddy type with nice pecs and some chest hair. “Guys, welcome to my house. I’m Jez and I’ve organised this weekend’s soirée to help out a few of my negative friends and also some of my positive ones. Firstly, I love breeding and here tonight are 28 like minded guys who love to breed and pass on their DNA.” There was a few ripples of nervous laughter as he paused. “We are also joined by 16 negative boys who are totally fucked up presumably and chasing positive loads,” he continued again with a smattering of laughter. “So for the rules. You may use all but the very top floor which is roped off. All the rooms and beds are made for whatever depraved fucking you want to get up to. If you’re into piss could you do that in the bathrooms and please, no scat tonight.” He said looking towards two guys who looked away at his stare. Presumably he knew something about them we didn’t. “There’s lube all-round the house and anyone found using a condom will be asked to politely fuck off. You'll find drinks in this room and also you’ll find a stash of Viagra, poppers, tooth brushes and weed in here. If you’ve got anything harder then please feel free although please don’t burn my house down. There are towels in all the bathrooms and please shower as often as you want. We have food in the kitchen so help yourself.” “So the main event: all you neg guys are bottom or versatile so please pick up a red arm band from the table so we know who you are. Everyone else is obviously a top. And so you know, every top is not only positive but has a high viral load. A few boys clinically have AIDs. There are no undetectable guys here. Neg boys, make sure you try and take everyone’s load before you revisit guys again. You can’t refuse a cock either so get pissed and high and get horny for us breeders. Dirtier the better please. Some of us tops are versatile and I can understand a top taking cock while waiting for his erection to 'recharge', but make sure you're a top, make sure you take cock from the versatile neg boys so as not to waste any charged loads on a poz lad. Finally, tonight is about converting 16 neg fuckers into breeders. We have our duty cut out for us, boys, so let’s get dirty.” With that he finished his introductory speech and there was a polite round of applause and cheers. I turned back to the table and saw a pile of red arm bands. Slowly guys were picking them up and I did too wearing it on my right arm, my badge of shame. Negative and ready to be deflowered. The Aussie top grabbed my ass again and turning we kissed hard as he gripped my now erect cock. “Let’s find some space” he said, pulling me by my cock. He tugged me, letting go as we made our way passed bodies to an inviting leather chair in the corner. Aussie sat down and with his now erect 7 inches of thick cock pointing up he pulled me down and we kissed again. He started to jack my cock but I went down on him and took him fully in my mouth devouring his thick manhood. I licked the precum off and worked him hard while he moaned and pushed my head down hard, face fucking me a little. After a while he told me he wanted to fuck me so I swivelled round taking some lube and fingering it up my hole and smearing his cock. I slowly lowered myself down onto him as he sat there. He pushed up to meet my cunt and I felt his cock slowly penetrate my ring. I’d stretched my hole well today so I easily slid down his dick feeling him inside me. I started to lift up then dropped back down as I felt him meet my rising and falling. His cock felt good and my own banged against my stomach as I fucked him, sniffing on a bottle of poppers. We did this for a few minutes but I wanted to kiss my top so I got off, turned and knelt my legs either side of him and slid back down onto him again. Now I could kiss him which we immediately did and Aussie boy started fucking me. It felt so good being fucked and I steadied myself on the arms of the chair as he plowed my cunt. He was grunting louder and louder, “You want my poz load bitch?” he grunted through thrusts. “Fuck me, poz me “, I moaned back. He suddenly went into overdrive and fucked me fast and deep before I felt him slow and groan loudly. He held me hard on his shaft as I felt his cock twitch in me. His highly toxic load was pumping deep in my guts. We kissed hard while he kept his cock inside me making sure I got every drop. Finally we broke the kiss and I got off him. I could feel drips coming down my leg and reaching down I wiped it up with my hand. Looking at the liquid on my fingers I licked them clean savouring his and my juices. “Dirty bitch” he said grinning at me. “Fuck you later” and with that he got up and walked off. I got back to the table and watched a number of guys fucking before I saw my next breeder coming towards me. It was a younger guy of early twenties and he wasn’t what you’d call fit but he was good looking and smooth. His cock looked to be 6 inches or so and quite thick. “Follow me” he said, which I did obligingly We walked out the lounge and upstairs, I could hear fucking going on everywhere with moans, grunts, smacking and screams audible from every direction. My next top led me to a small room which had two floor mats. Two guys were already on one fucking like mad and he pulled me down on the other. No small talk, he knew what he wanted and pushed me on my back, lifting my legs up to expose my hole. He had lubed his cock and was plunging it into me within moments. I lay back watching him fuck me, his face was emotionless and he stared into my eyes pumping in and out of me. I grabbed his face and pulled it down and we kissed hard, our tongues dueling together.“Fuck me baby.” I moaned at him biting his bottom lip. He doubled his efforts and was hammering away at me for ages. The two guys besides us had obviously cum and they got up only to be replaced by another couple. Usually I like plenty of positions if I’m being fucked this long but he seemed to like missionary best and after a while I could sense he was close. “You want my toxic cum?” he asked me through gritted teeth. “Yes baby” I replied “Breed me” He pumped what must have been a heavy load in my ass as he came with a long, loud moan, cumming hard. I could feel him inside me. We lay together for a few more minutes, his heart was pumping so fast and his cock stayed inside my cunt. Finally he got of me and without a kiss said, “Thanks” and left the room. I felt like such a slut but to the side I could see the two guys in their thirties fucking missionary too. I lay still and watched the guy on his back getting fucked and he saw me grinning with beckoning eyes. I moved over and we started kissing while the top was fucking him. He tasted of smoke but it was hot to French kiss him while his ass hole was being invaded by another lad. I heard the door open and looking up another guy had poked his head round, he saw my available ass hole and was down with me in moments. I carried on kissing the guy and felt my legs being lifted and a new cock invading my hole. This felt bigger and I turned to look at the guy now about to fuck me, he was 40's, OK build, bit hairy but clearly a good size cock on him. He also had a few bruises on his skin and deep sores which I guessed could mean he was one of the guys with Aids. I turned back to the lad being fucked and we continued kissing as I felt the first thrusts in me. For a few minutes we were both being fucked and I carried on with the hottie while being fucked by the older guy. The guy fucking him suddenly started groaning and slowed as he was clearly cumming in the guy’s ass. He grinned at us both and after a few moments pulled out and got up. The guy stayed on his back and pulled me into another kiss as my ass was getting a serious pounding now. This guy was doing a good job of stretching me and I was really enjoying his efforts. Finally after a few more minutes he started to slow and moan and looking round he came in me. I could feel his cock twitch as he dumped his load. “I hope you like Aids” he said as he pulled out of me. I looked round and thanked him as he left the two of us. “Lick me out” the guy lying next to me said. I grinned and went down on his sloppy ass hole, it was quite full of spunk and there was blood mixed in the residue dripping out. I feltched the guy. I do love licking loads out of used sloppy ass holes. He must have had a few loads in there as I got quite a mouth full. I didn’t swallow immediately and we ended up snowballing the toxic spluge together and sharing. “Do me” I said and he did the same for me, licking me clean. Again we kissed and snowballed. “You just bottom?” he said finally breaking the kiss. “No I top too” I said grinning back. “Cool lets meet later I’d love you inside me” he said and with that we kissed and got up, looking for more poz boys. I went back to the lounge and grabbed another beer, there were less guys in here now but still plenty of fucking going on. I grabbed another bottle of poppers and a tooth brush. The latter was there to rough the anal passage up so we’d bleed and help the virus invade our blood stream. I needed to know tonight was worth it so I decided to make certain. The rest of the afternoon and evening blurred into a right royal fuck session with various highs and a few lows. The highs were getting double penetrated by the host and his fuck slut boyfriend who turned about to be the fit lad on the door I’d met earlier. They were really hot and stretched me so wide on their big double bed. I got fucked by a nice toned black guy while I took a quick shower and was happy to down a few guys piss while they came in to use the toilet. Black cock fucking my ass and guys depositing their piss in my mouth. Of course I did get a bit spit roasted too. But the pièce de résistance came around 11pm when Jamie suddenly honed into view. I hadn’t seen this fucking stud all night so maybe he turned up late but he saw me, came straight towards me, grabbed me and we were kissing hard without saying a word to each other. His muscular arms were gripping me hard. I could feel his fat dick between us. “Come” he said in a deep voice. I got dragged to a bedroom and luckily the bed had just been vacated so he threw me backwards on the wet sheets. He pulled my legs up and went down on my exposed sloppy ass hole. His tongue was inside me faster than a ferret up a drain pipe. He was eating me out so good, with fingers invading me too. I wanked my cock as he rimmed me. Finally he came up for air, pulled me towards him roughly and then spat the spludge into my face and mouth. Then started licking it off before kissing me hard again. We shared it between us but this guy was in total control and was holding me down as he kissed me. He bit my lip too and was on my nipples painfully biting them. I like rough but this guy was going to be leaving marks, I could tell. His fat dick kept banging my stomach and I was so horny to feel it inside me but Jamie was in control of me. I gripped his tight and pert bum cheeks forcing him down onto me and lifting my legs to expose my cunt to his cock. He didn’t need asking twice, he pulled up, grabbed my legs and pushed them towards my chest, then aimed his fat dick at my hole and pushed straight in. He didn’t even wait and luckily I was loose enough to accommodate him, just. He still hurt though and I actually screamed out. “Shut it bitch” he commanded and I fell silent and bit my lip. He went into hammer drive pretty quickly too and was fucking me deep and fast. I just about kept up but since he was slapping my face and squeezing my throat, slowly shutting of my oxygen, I had other things to think about too. I was so turned on and honestly a little scared but too horny to care. He kept on plowing my ass hard and although I was having difficulty drawing breath I was enjoying it so much. He finally let go of my throat so I could breathe then pulled out. Flipped me over on my front and dragged me onto all fours towards his cock then plowed back into me and carried on fucking me. He got deeper if anything and I was in heaven as he hit all my spots. I heard the door open and some guys came in but Jamie told them to watch only or fuck off. It seemed I was his bitch and he didn’t want to share. The guys stayed and watched Jamie continued to pummel my cunt and was slapping my ass so hard, I knew I’d have hand marks for weeks. No word of a lie, over the next hour ish, he fucked me in so many positions taking ages to cum. He was amazing and just kept going, we did get a bit of an audience although I noticed it turned into guys fucking around us. When he eventually came I was riding him on his back as he practically pulled my nipples off. He groaned loudly as he pumped his jizz in me and I crashed down on his cock to squeeze every drop out of him. It was the most amazing fuck and honestly he’s up there as one of the best tops I ever fucked. A real stallion. I collapsed on top of his sweaty body and lay there feeling him breathing fast. He pulled my face to his and we kissed long and hard again. Now that he’d cum he’d turned into a lover boy and we lay kissing for ages, feeling each other. Finally I got off his dick which was still in me. He was still hard too but the rules said we had to take cock from everyone before repeats. I must admit I was ready to go again but he pushed me off and said later. I was a bit disappointed but only for a micro second as two other guys were clambering on the bed next to me and were clearly about to rape me too. I kept fucking until about 5am but there were a few guys flagging by now with couples snoozing together after presumably fucking first. I think I’d had about 15 loads by now and had cum a few times. I’d used the tooth brush to rough up my ass a couple of times too or if truth be told I’d used any I found lying around of which they all had blood on them already. My cunt was certainly loose and sore by now but I saw a space on the settee in the lounge and sat down for a quick nap. No sooner had I closed my eyes than my cock was being sucked and looking down I saw the guy I’d feltched earlier staring up at me with his lips round my shaft. He had a couple of fingers in my cunt too but I knew he wanted to ride me and after a while of sucking me he knelt over me and slid down on my cock. I hadn’t topped all night so it felt great to fuck him. We kissed loads and I liked gripping his throat and squeezing as I tweaked his nipples hard. He didn’t complain and we fucked for ages. I got him on all fours at one point and was slapping his ass with gay abandon. After finally dumping my load down his throat, as he wanted to taste me, we collapsed in a hot sweaty mass and ended up sleeping together for a while. I woke up with him at 8 and he kissed me and left to find someone else to breed him. I got some quick breakfast and couldn’t even manage that without getting a blow job from a cute 20 year old lad who was neg too. I told him to take his arm band off and we found a spot so I could fuck him, he was just too cute to resist. The rest of the morning I needed to make sure I got a few more loads and I couldn’t remember everyone who’d fucked me (with a few exceptions) so I just took what came my way. Now that’s a real slut for you! I took another six loads by midday but there was a definite air of finality by now as I suspected the tops were tiring and so by 2pm Jez called to everyone to come back to the lounge and slowly guys did. “OK guys, we’ll call it a day. All you neg boys please let me know your test results and I’ll post to everyone to see how many we converted. I hope you all get what you deserve you dirty fuckers” he said grinning. There was another round of applause and that was that. So here’s the thing, I know I took two dirty loads a week before the party. Yep I should probably have said that at the beginning but in my book it was this party that changed my life. Three weeks later I actually got fuck flu which I thought was a myth but I was ill for a week and sweated so bad. My glands were swollen for ages, I just couldn’t get right. I got tested in October and got a text message from the clinic on November 12th 2013 to say I was positive. Epilogue – Happy to say I met up with Jamie again and again and again. He’s so fucking hot. I’m also breeding my pretty little ass off although I’m currently undetectable.

It looked like it was going to be another one of those Christmases. Family too far away to travel to with my busy schedule and even having to work on Christmas Eve. They did send me several packages though and I had sent theirs out also. Work was slow all day too as very few other places were actually doing much so my load was pretty small but had to be done. I was on several hookup sites, so at breaks, I was checking to see if there was any possibility of some play at all. I noticed 3 or 4 is all that looked promising. Checked them closer and found one that really seemed like what I wanted. He was listed as 28, 5'9" and about 165 pounds. Pics showed a decent looking guy and his cock listed at 7" cut looked really nice with a much larger head than shaft which was a turn on for me too. I sent off a message to see if he was actually available. He soon sent me back a message saying he lived out of town but was on the way here and was getting a motel room. I quickly sent him back a message telling him that if he wanted to, he could stay at my place and save the money. He went back saying it sounded good to him. We agreed to meet at a place we both knew of. After work I headed there fast. I wanted him for sure as it had been, because of work, quite some time since I had been fucked and wanted it badly. The place we met at was a little bar. I got there first and ordered a drink. Wasn't long till he showed up and we both had a drink before heading to my place. Once in the door we were all over each other. Kissing and making out and soon taking off clothes. As we disrobed, we kind of just left clothes where they fell as we stumbled down the hall to the bedroom. We tumbled onto the bed and were really all over each other then. Groping and rubbing and both moaning in the pleasure we were bringing each other. As I moved my kisses down his body, he spun around and as my mouth reached his cock, his mouth was finding mine as we were 69ing. I found that he had a lot of precum but loved the taste of it and slurped it down like I had found nectar. We kept sucking each other for what seemed like hours but was really about 10 minutes. Then he let go of my cock with his mouth and gently pulled his cock from my mouth and spinning me around on my back, threw my legs in the air and dropped his mouth onto my hole. His tongue was soon trying to pry my hole open and with a little bit more of his spit and tongue driving at me was soon getting my hole opened and his tongue into me. He kept that up for a while and then I could feel his hand there and soon a finger entering me. He pushed it in and out and all around and soon he had two and then three fingers in me as he opened my hole up good and was driving me wild. After several minutes of this, he pulled his fingers out of me and I felt the head of his cock against my hole and before I knew it the knob of his cock was in me. I loved a big mushroom head and as he sunk his cock into me I could feel the head hitting my prostate and my own cock throbbed even more than it had been doing. His entire cock was in me deep in no time it seemed and I was really enjoying the feeling. He just kind of ground his cock in me for a while and then started to pull out slowly and back in and did it just slow and easy and about drove me wild as the head of his cock was so much larger that is rubbed my prostate with every movement. I was arching my back and thrusting my ass at him on every stroke. He then started to get faster and faster and very quickly he was pounding my ass like a jackhammer. I was in ecstasy for sure. He kept fucking me hard and fast and deep and every stroke was a pure delight. It went on and on and on. My own cock could not take the sensations and after about 15 minutes of his pounding it erupted on its own without being touched. He felt it and slowed down for just a few stroked to look between us at my load which was all over both of our stomachs and smiled and told me he loved to see that happen when he fucked someone. He then picked back up the pace. He kept up a mad pace till I thought I could take it no more and my ass was drying up a little even. It still felt pretty good but the friction could not be doing the inside of my ass much good. He kept at it for another 20 minutes after I had cum before he told me to get ready and he drove into me a few more strokes like a mad man and then ground his cock in as deep as he could get and I felt it throb and could feel the heat and wetness deep in my hole as he was cumming. Fuck, I had not had that good of a fuck in a long time and told him so and he told me there was more where that came from. We rested then for a while and then he was in me again and pounding, it seemed, like even harder than before and again it went on for quite a while. He told me again, here it comes and again I could feel his cock erupt. He ended up fucking me three more times even that night before we dozed off. When I finally woke up, quite late, the next morning he was already gone. I could not believe I had slept when he got up to leave either, but then he had about fucked me silly most of the night. As I stretched and started to get up, I noticed my bed had a wet spot. Looking down I could see that a lot of cum had leaked out of me as I slept. It even had tint of pink to it. I thought, wow, he really fucked me if there is a little blood in that, which is what it looked like. I got up and headed to the bathroom with a feeling of having to sit down and did on the stool. As I sat my ass seemed to open up and I could tell something that felt like liquid running out and as I looked down to see what it was I could tell it was some of his cum and it definitely had a pink tint to it. I cleaned up and didn't think any more of it then. I went out to the living room to open my gifts as it was a fine Christmas morning and after being fucked royally all night is seemed to be a very good start to the day. I opened my presents and enjoyed every minute of it as I thought about my family and hoped they were enjoying my presents to them as well. I then headed to the kitchen to make some coffee and also decided to have a couple of pieces of toast. I got them ready and headed back to the other room to sit and relax and just enjoy looking at the tree and thinking about friends and family. I had just finished my toast and was drinking the last drops of coffee from my mug when as I was tilting my head back I noticed a piece of paper in the tree. I got up to see what the heck that was. It was folded and on the outside was the name of the guy I had spent the night with. I opened it up. He had left the note to tell me how much he had enjoyed the night before and thanked me for having him over. Then I was floored as he had written that he had just been diagnosed HIV positive about a week before and had a very high viral load. He wished me a very Merry Christmas and hoped I liked his gift to me.

This is my first story. I am trying to narrate this part in view of a Daddy. An old lady, who lived in the opposite apartment of me, moved out and rented her apartment to a young jock in his mid 20's. He wore sweat pants and sleeveless t-shirt on the first day. He was clean shaven with short brown hair and green eyes. A couple days later, I drummed up the courage to go over and introduce myself. His name was AJ and he was a nice jovial guy, but a bit arrogant with his looks. He wore a very tight sleeveless t-shirt that depicted his muscular chest and flat abs. His nipples were peering through his sweat drenched t-shirt. I introduced myself and we made small talk for a few minutes. Upon my leaving I turned around and he was bent at the waist working on cleaning the floor of the house, the sight of his bulbous butt, made my dick harden in the very instance. As I stood there mesmerized by this vision of twin mountains, separated by a long and very deep valley, I could not help but fantasize about what it would be like to drill my 10 inch tool in that oversized bubble booty. A couple days later AJ was outside moving his furnitures, dressed in nothing but a small short. The weather was very hot that day, made his muscled athletic torso glistening with sweat, and when he turned around, you could see his sweat following the line of his back all the way down the back of his shorts, creating a long inviting river of sweat, entrenched deep between his basketball size melon butts, which were bouncing up and down with each step. I went over with a couple bottles of cold beer, and said "You need to take a break, kind of hot to be mowing the furniture this time of the day", He accepted the beer with a smile and we started chit chatting about the weather. He invited me to sit on his black sofa in his room in the back of the house which was totally enclosed. He grabbed a towel from a chair and wiped the sweat from his face, neck and chiseled torso, he then took off his shoes and wiped his feet and discarded the towel to the ground. He sat back on the chair and proceeded to unbuttoned his shorts, There he says, "that's better now, and thanks to you this beer hits the spot", "Glad to hear it" I said. We continued to talk about random things, then all of a sudden, he dropped his sweat drenched shorts to the ground, and there he was standing in front of me in his white briefs, which by now have become transparent from the sweat. He then asked me to help him with another chore he had to do, which was to fix a light in the ceiling and he needed me to hold the ladder, since it was an old one and weak. My eyes could not look away from those overstuffed cushions wrapped in a see through white briefs riding up his crack, exposing a part of his lower gluts, not that the rest wasn't covered, not much left to the imagination and I was not complaining. He set up the ladder and stepped up to the sixth step with his tools.I stepped on the last step of the ladder looking up this magnificent view of my neighbor's voluminous melon ass, spread like a work of art just inches away from my face. On a dare I stepped up the ladder closer, by now he stepped down a notch and my face was just 2 inches away from his melon ass, I could smell the musk of his sweat and gigantic bubbles. He must have felt my breath on his ass cheeks, since he bent over, expanding the size of his already over inflated mammoth ass. By then my dick was rock hard and peeking out of my shorts, fascinated with the sight of such a beefy ass and the musk it produced, I pressed my nose in his crack very gently, sniffing the man scent which sent chills down my spine and my dick was oozing pre-cum. At that moment, I felt a pressure that enveloped my entire face, by then he had stepped further down and his basketball size melons were pressed firmly on my face, my nose deep in his butt crack. Without hesitation, I reached with both hands and pulled down his underwear below his massive basketball size buns, there they were in all its glory, then I squeezed my hands around his gigantic bulbous ass, and licked his entire posterior, I then separated his mammoth ass cheeks and exposed his pink manhole. He quivered and moaned, "Come on, Fuck my ass !", "That's what you wanted? Huh faggot?", I said with a hard slap on his bulbous ass with my right hand leaving bright red spot on his cheek and then he replied, "OUCH!!! Yes, Plow my big fat ass without mercy", to which i shouted "Fuck Yeah! You are my bitch now, and that big melon ass is mine to use not yours from this time", then I pulled his firm bubble butts further apart then started to spit and finger fuck him, which drove him wild. He arched his bubble booty back even more then squirmed all the while perched on the ladder, "Yeah, Yeaahhh! drill my fuckin ass, slap it! slap it! yeaaahhh!! Come on, fuck my ass!". "Ohhh, motherfucker! you gonna make me fuck you, Motherfucking Faggot!", i replied, at that point my dick couldn't take more, but i said "If you want this 10 inch dick in your meaty ass, do as i say, it is not that easy to get this cock in your holes". I showed him my tool for the first time, his mouth was wide open with surprise, "OMG!!! 10 inch, Please shove it deep in my ass". The bitch immediately started licking my cock, then i slapped him vey hard in the face, making half of his face cheek bright red. He cried a little but without taking his eyes off my cock. I told him, Ït is a privelege for you to see my cock and take it in your open dirty mouth and that big melony shitty ass. Dont ever touch it without my permission. You are not deserved for this.". He cried out, "Take me as your slave bitch! I've never seen a cock of this size. Please accept this slut, i'll do anything as per your wish". I went near to his face and asked him to open his mouth, he opened it very widely expecting a big juicy 10 incher in his mouth with eagerness in his eyes, then i opened my zipper, took my cock out and pissed in his mouth. I expected a shock and crying from this bitch boy but he drank all the piss without missing a drop and even licked his lips after with a slight satisfied smile. I realised then this arrogant jock was a slutty whore who cannot resist a 10 inch snake. He still didnt took his eyes off my cock, i slapped him again in the face and zipped the trousers and proceeded to move out of the house. He ran to me like a dog in all fours with his tongues out looking at my cock in the trouser, i spit on his tongue and kicked his extra large bubble butt with my foot leaving a bright red adidas foot mark in his right ass cheek, "Not so fast, You slutty whore! Your meaty melon butt is not a match for my 10 inch cock, do as i say and wait for your turn. Now go inside you faggot!". I slammed the door hard and left for my apartment thinking how slutty he is and how to devour his ass. I also patte myself for reducing this arrogant jock to a slutty whore which is actually his true place. ... to be continued

Hey guys, I just had an unexpected and random encounter I thought I'd share with you. I had dinner with two girlfriends at a place called the Turkish Grill on Queens Blvd and 42nd in Queens, New York. The food was amazing, but more interesting was the waiter, a young Turkish-American guy, maybe 25 years old, lean and muscular with spiky black punk hair, dark middle-eastern facial scruff, tight black pants that showed a nice crotch and perky soccer ass, and a sly smile. All through dinner, he kept shooting me glances, but each time I looked back at him he gave me a kind of contemptuous stare, as if he knew I was a fag and he hated me. At the end of the meal, he brought us Turkish coffee, which is very thick and has a lot of 'mud' at the bottom. I commented on it, and he offered to show me how they make it. I demurred, not being sure what I was getting myself into, and thinking I didn't want to make a scene in case I came onto him and he decided to yell at me or something. After we paid and were getting ready to leave the restaurant, I headed to the bathroom. In front of the bathroom door are stairs going down to the basement, and I saw the sexy Turkish waiter standing a few steps down, looking at me. He raised a finger and gestured for me to come toward him, then pointed down the stairs. He took a few steps down and turned back to see if I was following. Again he gestured for me to follow him, so I did. As soon as we were in the basement, which was mostly dark, dirty, and smelled of rotting vegetables, he put one hand on his crotch and, with the other, pointed at it, as if telling me that's where my attention belonged. I took a step closer to him, and leaned in close to his face, intending to kiss him. But as I moved in, I felt a hand on my shoulder pushing me down with enough force that I didn't try to fight back. I sunk to my knees on the filthy cement floor as his other hand unzipped his fly and yanked on the belt to open it. Within a few seconds, a very hot and veiny cut cock came into view, dark-skinned and surrounded by black wiry hairs, with the glisten of precum at the tip. I knew we had to be fast as my friends were waiting, and he probably had other tables to attend to. I thought I could blow him quickly, get my reward, and be out of there within three minutes. But as soon as my lips encircled the head of his cock, I felt both of his hands take me by the ears, and his cock started piledriving my throat. I was only about 8 inches, and not the thickest I'd taken, but the way he was digging it deep into my throat made me start to gag. And each time he felt my throat spasm around his cock, he stuck it in deeper, digging and burrowing into the soft folds of tissue inside of me. After gagging maybe a dozen time, my eyes tearing and my nose running freely with clear snot, I finally did the worst and threw up a little into my throat. He looked down and me and ordered, "Swallow it!" I did, his cock still in my mouth, and as he felt me swallow, he slammed back into me. Wth a few seconds I had gagged again, and vomited more this time, my whole mouth filling with it. Again he ordered, "Swallow it, faggot!" And I did, the head of his cock still between my lips. Disgusting, I know, but that's what happend. Then he commanded, "Drop your pants." So I spit out his cock, covered in my slime and snot and tears, and opened my belt, pulling out my hard dick and balls. "Don't show me your dick bitch. Bend the fuck over!" So I did. For a second he put both hands into my crack, feeling the hole. I heard a sniff, as if he was checking his fingers to find out if I was clean. Of course I usually douche when I'm going out, just in case of a situation like this, and I was not only clean but also fairly well lubed. He reached his hand around to my face and, after wiping at the snot pouring out of my nose from the brutal facefucking, put his hand in front of my mouth and ordered, "Spit." He used my own snot and spit to lube his cock, and without any warning at all, slammed into my ass as brutally as he'd fucked my throat. I gasped instinctive, and loudly I guess, and instantly felt his fist crack into the back of my head. "Shut the fuck up! If you make a single sound I will kick the shit out of you!" he hissed at me in a very loud whisper. For about two minutes he slammed into me without mercy, each thrust resulting in the slapping sound of flesh on flesh, as I held onto the side of a shelving unit for support, the boxes and cans rattling and shifting as the wire shelves and I were rocked by his brutal fucking. And then I heard his gasp -- a massive intake of breath as both his hands grasped my hips and he drove so deep into me I could feel the heat of his swelling cockhead in my guts. In complete silence, he jerked and spasmed maybe six times, holding me completely still with total force as his hot seed rushed into my ass. As I felt his cock start to withdraw from me, I straightened up, using the shelves to come up from my bent-over position. By the time I had turned around, he had his back to me, and was reaching down to pull up bis briefs and pants, which were down around his shoes after the violent fuck. I was surprised to see, in black ink on his right butt cheek, a tattoo I've seen many times, and fantasized about getting for myself. I have jerked off many times daydreaming about taking the cum of a dude with a biohazard tattoo, and now I could see I'd just been fucked savagely and bred by one. Before I could say anything, he grabbed his pants, yanked them up, and ran up the stairs two at a time while tucking his shirt into his waistband and cinching his belt. Within a minute, I made my way upstairs and into the bathroom to get myself cleaned up. Then, with some trepidation, out into the restaurant to look for my friends. The waiter had his back to me as I came out, and it was clear he was avoiding me. So I left. I found my friends outside, both talking on their cell phones, and we ambled off to the subway station, them to their boyfriends, and me to my apartment alone to finger myself and eat the waiter's cum from my hole while I jerked off remembering every detail of our encounter.

So within the last week I've taken my first two known Poz loads. One at the beginning of the week and one last night, and I'm going back for more tonight. Two different guys though. First guy said he was Poz but "healthy" whatever that means and the second guy was poz-und. Absolutely CUTE AS FUCK! With a very hot biohazard tatt right above his dick! I could have kissed and worshipped just his tatt all night! I feel much more confident now that I've had "known" poz loads. Up to this point it's just been either "neg" guys or no discussion at all...

I was out for a ride and decided to stop at and Adult Book/Video Store I knew was near. I noticed a few cars in the lot as I went inside. I checked the videos then went into the video area. I saw 3 guys hanging out and went into a booth. The booths did not have doors or glory-holes, just a short wall for some privacy. I the booth, I inserted money and selected a video. Being very horny, I dropped my pants and stroked my cock as I played with a nipple. After a few minutes, one of the guys looked around the short wall. I looked at him and nodded. He came over and grab one of my nipple rings. He said pierced nipples turned him on. He started twisting and pulling on the ring as he kissed me. As his tongue entered my mouth, I rubbed his cock through his jeans. He unfastened his jeans and I pushed them down, exposing his hard cock. Pulling and twisting my nipple even more, he asked if that was too much. I replied that it was not enough. He put his cock on top of mine and I wrapped my hand around both cocks. He worked both nipples even more as we kissed, waves of pleasure radiated from my nipples. Soon I felt him cum and I tried to catch it in my free hand. Finished, he stepped back, still pulling on my nipples. I licked his cum from my hands as I noticed the other 2 guys were watching us. I saw that his cock was getting hard again so I bent down and licked his cock. As I took it into my mouth, I felt a hand exploring my ass. I quickly sucked his cock, swallowing more cum, as fingers probed my ass.. I then said, “Fuck me”, and positioned myself. I cock was pressing against my ass and, as he pressed forward, I move back, ramming the cock deep into my ass. As I was being fucked, the first guy pulled on my nipples. I felt him start to pull out, ready to cum, and I told him to cum inside me. He fucked me harder then filled my ass with his cum. As he pulled out, I said to the 3rd guy, “I need more”. He quickly stepped up and was soon fucking me. I was in heaven but I needed even more. He finished quickly and those two left. I asked the first guy if he wanted to fuck me. He said, “yes', and I felt him enter my ass and pound me hard. As he pounded me he reached down and pulled on my nipple rings. After he came, he stepped back. We kissed then he left the booth. I dressed and walked out.

I can really identify with what BottomFuckHole is saying. There were about 15 years of my life that I spent in heavy anon sex, leaving door open, blindfolded in my bed, taking multiple loads at the saunas, hundreds of loads in my private gloryhole, and love it and still like it. Done it enough, was very lucky to have been able to avoid HIV and feeling totally free and slutty. Should I now continue to risk my health? I decided I shouldn't and that I've had enough fun.

Snaketat, you are starting a new journey many of us are going through. Some challenges ahead but almost all can be resolved and not all that scary. My hiv doctor always tell me I won't die of aids, but whatever I would have died from before hiv. My advice: 1. Get a good doctor who spends time with you and whom you like. 2. Know your numbers with regular tests. All sound a bit new but they are part of you. 3. Do not be afraid to start the new medications we now have. Be aware of long term side-effects and not be afraid of them. We live in a dangerous world after all. There are toxins every where. I started Atripla when my CD4 dropped to 350. The first 2 weeks I had the most amazing vivid dreams - all good and some were unexpectedly sexy! Won't mind having them again... 4. Continue to be responsible. There are other infections beside hiv e.g. Hep C. 5. Good time to review your lifestyle and stay healthy. 6. Get on with your life as before hiv became a part of it. Good luck!

great and interesting thread. as a newly pozzed guy....and really will not know my numbers until next week, i am trying to absorb as much info as possible. i do not want to die of aids....never part of the plan...but i do want to experience as much of what this process feels like as possible....only with good information can i make the choices i will have to in the coming weeks and years.

This topic is very uncomfortable for me. Because it forces me to step back and evaluate my sex life. During the 80's my sex life was pretty much dormant as far as intercourse is concern. The AIDS crisis dominated the news and my thought process. In the early to mid 90's I tried to lead a straight lifestyle....so I did 'bareback', but only with a few females. In the late 90's I got married to a female and that shut down my sexual activities with men. Then after my divorce in 2001 the floodgates opened up. Not just to release all my decades old pent up sexual desires but also to truly live out my fantasies about skin to skin fucking with men. So since about 2001 or 2002 I have been a hardcore-dedicated-unapologetic barebacker. In a real sense I'm having to make up for all the time I lost in the 80's and 90's. So in a certain sense this topic is moot to me. I'm too busy catching up on lost time. For so many decades I didn't have sex with men in the most natural and most enjoyable way, bareback. By default I am a barebacker.

Fuck, I love to hear that, rickcorpse! It means I'm doing my job well. I'll have the final part up within a day or two and it's going to have a very happy ending!

There was a sense of surrender and contentment when I turned over my fuck hole to my boyfriends. Letting them both finger my hole to open it up is a duty I have to them. Feeling their hands on my ass and their fingers probing my hole just deepened my love for them. Brad is behind me to my left and Justin is to my right. How do I know? I feel the cold metal of Justin's Prince Albert ring against my hip. Justin asked me, "Are you sure you want more poz cum? It might make it harder to keep you neg in case that's what we decide." Brad added. "We'll love you no matter what the final decision is made ... we just have to make it before tomorrow if he's going to remain neg." I thought about it and said, "Right now, I want you inside me more than I want to be neg. Please, just breed me with your loads. We'll talk later." "Yeah, spread his hole, give him a couple more fingers! I'll get the lube" Justin said. "Between my three and your three fingers, we'll having him gaping soon." Brad said." All I could say was, "Fuck yeah, this feels amazing! Wreck my hole." After a couple minutes, I know both Brad and Justin each got four fingers up my ass. Justin said, "There's a little pink in the lube. Looks like last night did a little damage." Brad said, "Just makes it easier for our poz swimmers to get into his body and do their work. You ready for more infected cum?" There was only one right answer at the moment. I need the feeling of connectedness by having their toxic cocks inside me. All I could say is, "Fuck me." Brad said, "Justin, you breed him first with that pierced cock. Blow your toxic DNA in him, and I'll work it deeper inside his hole." Justin flipped me over onto my back and hiked my legs on his shoulders. Brad moved around so I could nurse his poz precum from his oozing cock. Being able to watch the satisfaction of these two studs while they're enjoying my body was intoxicating. After having them work my hole open with their fingers, Justin was able to slide his pierced cock inside me easily. Brad grabbed his cellphone and started taking a video capturing our play. He pointed the camera at Justin and said, "Hey West Hollywood! This is Justin, (turns the camera) I'm Brad, (turns the camera to me) and this is Rik. We're boyfriends and this is Rik's poz infection video!" He continued, "You're about to get two poz load up your neg hole. Tell our viewers what you need right now." Brad did a close-up of his cock in my mouth, then pulled out. I looked in the camera and said, "I need toxic poz cum to convert me." "Oh fuck, stud." Justin said, "Your neg hole feels amazing. I hope it's my DNA that converts you!" Brad replaced cock in my mouth and leaned over to make out with Justin as he was making love to my hole. Brad handed the camera to Justin and the video continued. Brad softly growled "You gonna fuck up our boyfriend?" Justin focused on his bare cock plowing my hole, then up to me. He asked, "You're a bugchaser wanting to get knocked up, huh?" I pulled off Brad's cock, looked at the camera and said, "Yeah, do it. Poz me up." Justin looked down and we locked eyes. I nodded my head yes, as acceptance and encouragement. He handed the camera back to Brad. He closed his eyes and gave yelled, "Oh fuck ... oh fuck .. here it comes, stud ... You're getting my infected cum!" I wanted to grab my cock and cum, but I can do that once Brad is in my hole. Brad said, "God that's hot watching you breed our boyfriend. He is a total cumslut ... just like I wrote on him at the baths." I could tell Justin was getting close. His arms, chest and abs tightened up in anticipation of his orgasm. His face became flush and you could tell he was past the point of no return. Justin said, "Fuck! I'm shooting my poz load inside you." I could feel Justin's cock pulsing in my ass. I shifted to give him total access to my neg hole, so I could get every inch of his big cock inside me. I wanted this. His infected poz cock was exploding in my hole, shooting his DNA in my guts. Knowing his unmedicated poz cum was finally inside me was a little scary, but is something I asked for. I have no regrets. Brad ended the video and put the phone down. Brad said, "That's amazingly hot. We might have captured the pozzing of our boyfriend on video." Brad moved towards my ass and Justin moved up towards my head. Justin had some pink cum on his cock that moments ago bred my hole and again, gazed in my eyes. "You know what to do." I could only say, "Feed me." His cock was funky from my ass juices, but it was an honor to clean off his cock and drain the remaining poz cum that didn't get shot up my hole. Brad took all this in and just said, "Fuck, what a pig we have here. My turn to breed him." Brad easily slid up my hole and it felt fantastic. His 8" cock was wide in the middle so it worked like a butt plug, smoothly pulling my ass ring open with each stroke. I looked up at him and said, "Please breed me. I want your poz cum up my hole." While fucking me, he bent over to give me a kiss and said, "I love you so much. I want my DNA to bond us together forever." It didn't take too much after that before his eyes rolled back and he said, "I'm shooting my cum inside you." I pulled his ass closer to me with my legs and said, Fuck me up, stud." Brad then looked down into my eyes and said, "I love breeding your hole. Fuck you're hot." Keeping his cock in my hole as long as possible, the three of us made out together. Justin reached down to my throbbing hard-on and said, "We have one cock to take care of and two willing holes to put it in. Whose hole do you want to breed? When you have two sexy men willing to take your load, there is no wrong answer. I turned and gave a kiss to each of them and then put a pillow over my face to block my view. "Surprise me!" “Let me get something … hold on!” said Brad. I felt him get on the bed again and he moved my legs up to expose my fuckhole. I felt something against my hole, and he lightly pushed it. “We don’t want you to lose any of that cum that’s poisoning your hole. Here’s a buttplug to keep it all in there.” My hole slowly gaped open to take the plug in and felt my ass ring close over the biggest part of it to secure it inside me. I felt my two boyfriends shift positions again and immediately felt their hands enjoying my body. Someone was sucking my cock and pinching my nipples. Someone else pushed my legs up and was licking my balls down to my wrecked asshole. All I could do was moan and writhe on the bed. This was total sensory overload. The guys moved away and I then felt one of them lower his hole, straddling my cock. Oh my god, it felt amazing. I had no idea who I was breeding, and didn't care. After a couple strokes, the guy pulled almost all the way off my cock, and I felt the other guy's tongue moving up and down my cock. Then the top took a couple more strokes, pulled off, and I felt the other guy totally sucking my cock. My cock was being moved from one guy's mouth to the other guy's asshole. I had no control over it like I was just a dildo for their pleasure. The sensations were unreal and I knew I wasn't going to last long. "Fuck, I'm really close!" I said. I heard Brad say, "Let's milk out his last neg load of cum!" I felt my cock move from the guy's hole to someone's mouth, and that was the point of no return for me. I was squirming on the bed, overloaded with sexual energy ... feeling these two hot poz studs servicing my cock. I yelled "Fuck!!! Take my cum!" I pumped his mouth with a huge load of my neg cum. My whole core was tensed up, feeling my abs contract and my pecs firm. This was a full-body orgasm. Justin moved the pillow and gave me a kiss. I felt Brad pull of my cock and he slid up the bed. Justin said, "Feed us." Brad moved his mouth over mine and gave me back some of my cum. All I could do is moan. Justin said, "Yeah, share that fucking hot load. Give me some." Brad moved over to Justin and spit out the rest of my cum into his mouth. Three men in love, kissing each other, feeling each others lips and enjoying each other's taste. We laid back on the bed to enjoy the afterglow. Me in the middle and a boyfriend on each side. We held on to each other, sharing light delicate kisses until we all passed out. (To be continued.)

Staying in a hotel with my extended family for thanksgiving, sharing a room with my sister and feeling extremely horned up, I couldn't resist the urge check out grindr. We were in the well to-do suburbs of a major city and there were quite a few guys on looking to escape from the doldrums of family. One in particular caught my attention. 6'3", 185, dark hair, beautiful smile and what looked to be a beautiful thick uncut cock. We sexted all afternoon teasing each other and he kept telling me how he could tell that I was a naughty boy who needed to be taught a lesson. Game on. Problem being, I wasn't comfortable having him come over to my room when any relative might randomly pop in, and he was staying on his brothers' couch. We talked about getting another room, hooking up in his truck, eventually deciding on the single stall bathroom/shower room off the pool in my hotel. He came about 11pm, and we jumped in the pool together. He was a lot of fun to hang with and his charm just made me want his cock even more. While he watched to make sure the coast was clear, I jerked him under the bubbles of the hot tub and he slid one then two fingers in my hole. Finally, he dragged me to the shower room and locked the door. He hoisted me up on the counter and lifted my legs to tongue my hole for a few minutes. It was a relatively out of the way spot and we hadn't seen anyone down there yet, but just to be sure he stuffed his board shorts in my mouth to shut me up. He teased my ass with his dripping cock (at this point full staff, at least 8 real inches, yay!) then pulled away and sat on the shower bench and motioned my over. I got on my knees and went to town, because while I had a packet of lube, I really wanted him to fuck me with just pre cum and spit. A few minutes in he picks me up (I'm short and skinny and therefore quite portable) and settles me on his lap. I kiss him while trying to guide his slick cock to my hole and I can feel him growl into the kiss. Gravity does its job and soon he's halfway in me and it hurts so, so good. We get into a slow rhythm. He's quickly covered in sweat and lifting me to fuck me mid air. We move to the counter with me on my back, then against the wall in the shower, slow and steady and driving me crazy. He knows he's keeping me right on the edge and I know my whimpering and moaning are pushing him closer. With me bent over the counter I n front of the mirror, making eye contact with my stud breeder, he quietly asks me where do I want his load. I can barely speak but I gasp "inside me!". He wants me to beg. I repeat it. He says are you sure? I say yes. He growls in my ear "good...cuz I'm gonna knock your ass up. Right. Fucking. Now!"

Part 2 Luckily my fall was broken by a bunch of black trash bags, but as I struggled to get to my feet (and make a run for it before this guy who looked like an escaped con, ex-con, or would-be con, kills me) I could feel the nylon track pants sticking to my cummy ass. There must be a big wet spot there by now. And Mr.Mean noticed. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” he said, sounding both playful and malicious at the same time. Fuck, I’m going to get bashed! Well, not if I can help it. I scrambled and made a dash back in the direction I’d come from. I could hear his large frame making tracks behind me, and his long strides gave him a distinct advantage. I was just about to turn a corner when he grabbed me and slammed me against the wall. “Try running again and you’ll regret it,” he hissed, really close to my face. His breath smelled like whiskey and cigarettes. He grabbed me by the upper arm and started dragging me back to where I’d run into him. “Where are you taking me?” I asked, struggled against his firm grip. He kind of snickered, and then said, “You just assaulted me. I think that it’s time to return the favour. You see, I know a thing or two about assault.” This creep is going to use me for a punching bag! He knows a thing or two about assault -that’s probably what got him sent to the clink! We stopped basically back where we had started. I glanced up at the building. The sign said ‘Wholesale Produce’. Evidently he works there. He kicked the door open and dragged me inside. I kind of hoped there was a night staff on and they might call 9-1-1 and save me, but the place appeared deserted. He locked me in a dark little closet while I heard him moving around outside, rummaging, shuffling. I’m not sure what he had planned. After an eternity, the door flew open and he dragged me out and over to an alcove area. All of the movement I had heard was him constructing a sort of makeshift bed, several thick blankets topped with a thick clear plastic sheet. He threw me down in the middle of it. “Take off your fucking clothes,” he ordered. I didn’t know if he was going to pull a gun on me or what, so I did as I was told. Sitting there naked, I could feel my butt hole quiver -was this fright, or just a natural reaction to my wet ass feeling all slippery on the plastic? He knelt down on the edge of the plastic and sneered at me. “Now I want you to push out all of that cum from you ass, you filthy pig. Make a nice big puddle there on the plastic.” Okay, now I was confused and really had no clue what was going on. But again I just did what I was told. I flexed my ass muscles and squirted every drop of that other stud’s load. Seeing it pool underneath me was insane. I couldn’t believe that so much cum came out of one man. And I also noticed several streaks of blood in there which wasn't really a surprise given what he'd done to my ass with that big club of his. Looking at it also made my dick stand up rock hard. It was involuntary, but I could smell the cum, too. What pig worth his salt wouldn’t have the same reaction? Mr. Mean chuckled, but it didn’t sound like a friendly chuckle. “Look at that little dick of yours bobbing around there. What a fucking little pig.” He reached out and slapped my left cheek. Surely not as hard as it could have been, but hard enough to sting. I hoped he was just trying to get my attention -which he had. “Now I want you to get on your fucking knees like a pig and lick all of that cum up,” he ordered. Suddenly I wasn’t scared anymore. Just incredibly aroused. I got on all 4’s and started licking. And slurping. “Slow down, you greedy fucking pig. Take your time or else,” he warned. I slowed down and focused on the texture and taste of the massive cum load. If this was to be my last meal, then I’d be very happy with that. As I licked, I stole glances at him. He’d gotten to his feet and began taking his clothes off. He was probably as tall as the man earlier, but not as bulky. Built very solid, but leaner. And apparently he was enjoying watching me eat the cum because when he removed his jeans a big dick swung out and waved around in front of him like a divining rod. Evidently it wasn’t water it was seeking out. He walked around me on the plastic sheet and I could feel him kneel down behind me. “Now that all of that cum is out of your hole, I can fuck you really good. I don’t want you too slick in there. I want you to feel everything I've got.” The cum would have been very welcome given that his dick was quite big, though not as large as the last man’s was. But a good 10 inches and thick. He wedged the head in my hole, then popped it out. He did that a few times, enjoying the initial penetration of the head as much as I was enjoying it. Over and over, and I began to moan and really get into it. I finished up the last of the cum. He pulled his dick out once again, and then jammed the entire thing full length into me. At least he wasn’t clamping his hand over my mouth like the last guy, and I let out a scream. Despite my butt being busted earlier, I was still sore from the intense pounding. That cum really would have come in handy. It didn’t take as long for me to get used to this big dick, though, and I was soon enjoying every long stroke of this big shaft, balls deep into my ass every time. And I was slamming my ass back to meet him, which he seemed to like. His hands on my hips pulled me down hard onto him, he growled and I could feel him blast my ass full of his hot sticky cum. He held me there while his balls emptied their entire load into me. When he was done, I let his dick slip out of me and he sat back onto his heels. I looked back over my shoulder, not ever sure if he would allow me to move. He was grinning which made him much more attractive, or maybe it was just because he’d just fucked me. “Well, that was a real breeding, and now you’re a real pig,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind poz cum, because I haven’t been on any meds in years,” he added, wearing a big smile. He seemed awfully proud of himself. Fuck, what are the odds of two poz guys breeding me in one night? My heart was pounding and I was filled with those mixed emotions again. On the one hand my whole body was tingling, and I loved feeling like a true fuck pig. On the other . . . more toxic cum in me? Seriously? I did not go looking for it, but it seems to keep finding me. I let out an involuntary laugh and he gave me a questioning look. “What the fuck is so funny about that?” I crawled around and sat back onto my heels facing him. “When I ran into you, a guy had just raped my ass and told me ‘Welcome to the club’. “ “So, what, you thought you’d run home and douche his poz cum out of you and it would all be fine?” he snickered. “It doesn’t work that way.” “No, I was running home to stick a butt plug up my ass and jack off,” I told him. I started to get up, figuring he’d gotten off, and we’re done. But he pounced on me, straddling my waist to pin me down to the plastic mattress. He leaned over me, stretching above my head to reach for his jeans. He pulled his cell phone out and hit a couple of buttons. Looking down at me with a shit-eating grin on his face, he said, “You’re gonna fucking love this.” Part 3 if you want it.

You get where I am coming from in asking this. I know what a fuck buddy is. That was never what I wanted out of this post. But you got it. That these "Semi-relationships" are important to us. How important? You said "no catching feelings". Most of mine are that way. A few I actually like. Only really one I do things with and think about all the time. How do you keep from "Catching Feelings". I'm afraid I've already caught some. And I really do not want to have a significant relationship with this man. Yet I think about him all the time. And I have to admit, I love him. I'm not "in love" with him, but I do value him enough to call it love that I feel for him. How did I catch that. Fuck.

There's a difference between appearance and how tight you are (or can get). Appearance is pretty much locked in. Tightness, you can improve. Kegel exercises were already suggested. Beyond that, any exercise that works your gluteal muscles will also help you improve how much you can tighten your ass voluntarily. Squats and lunges are good all-around lower body and core exercises, as are deadlifts. There are machines that will target the glutes specifically too. Incidentally, by nature, the anus isn't circle shaped. There's a reason you have a butt crack. I'd try not to get too hung up on the vanity of your asshole (how disappointed will you be if you ever get a hemorrhoid? LOL). If you've reached the point where a guy can see your asshole, you've probably got him landed already.

Snug in my bed, around 10:00 the next morning, I sensed Brad stretching next to me. Bring 6'6", he takes up a lot of the bed. Still with my eyes closed, I reached over to feel his chest and felt an extra pair of hands. I looked over to Brad and saw Justin lying next to him with a big smile on his handsome face. Justin is 6'4", so it's a good thing we have a big bed. Brad reached out to snuggle with Justin and I at the same time. This felt great having the three of us in bed together. Brad said to me, "Well, Rik, that was certainly a wild night. Are you OK with what happened?" I smiled and said, "Yeah, wild doesn't begin to describe last night ... and we should talk through our next steps." Justin piped up and said, "Um ... maybe I better leave you guys to talk. Sounds like you have some heavy shit to discuss." "Actually, Justin," Brad said, "I think one of the things we'd like you consider is being a part of our relationship." Justin looked at me and then Brad, then got a puzzled look on his face. He said, "We just got pozzed Rik last night and that's what you want to talk about?" I thought for a second and said, "I can take PEP within three days and stay neg if I want, but we should make that decision together as boyfriends." Justin said, "Fuck that is heavy shit. Can we grab a coffee go for a run first?" We grabbed some tank tops and shorts to head out for a run. it was a good idea that Justin had. A run was a perfect way to reflect on what we did and how the three of us should go forward ... together. Justin's big pierced cock flopped around nicely in the short, and Brad's sexy body was total eye candy. I'm usually the competitive one, liking to run ahead to keep a fast pace, but I really enjoyed the view of seeing the back side of Justin and Brad. With their athletic bodies and in the best of health, these two poz guys could have anyone they want. I'm a lucky guy to have them want me. It was a quiet run, and we were all thinking about last night and what we're going to do going forward. After getting a nice sweat on, we arrived at the outdoor exercise area in West Hollywood Park. There are rings, parallel bars and push-up bars there, so it's a nice spot to get a quick muscle pump. I threw off my tank top and went on the parallel bars to get in a set of dips. After a minute, I look over to Justin and Brad who are busting a gut - laughing at me. "What are you two up to", I asked. Justin spoke first, "Remember last night when we wrote on you with the marker?" All of a sudden, I remembered them writing "poz me," "cum slut," and "neg4poz" on my back ... and here I am in the middle of West Hollywood Park with my shirt off. I said, "I'm guessing it's still there, right?" At the same time they said, "Yep." Brad added, "Plus the arrow that leads to your hole!" All of a sudden Justin runs off and grabs my tank top. I should have seen this coming. Here I am in the middle of West Hollywood and I'm marked up asking to be converted. Brad took off running after Justin, and I had no choice but to go chasing after them. Shirtless in West Hollywood isn't a big thing, but advertising for poz cum doesn't happen every day. Stopping for the first red light crosswalk was brutal, but became easier as guys either pointed at me or made a comment to whomever they were with. With only one red light to go before I could get to my street, I hear, "Rik - call me sometime, I'll help ya out!" And there's the sexy Physician’s Assistant, Shawn, from my doctor's office. Fuck! Shawn has done my blood tests since I started playing with guys, and I've had the hots for him the whole time. Slightly shorter than me, he's in his 40's and is a 5' 10" stud muffin with a killer smile. Although before now, I've only seen him in his nursing scrubs, I've always perved over his vascular arms. He's joked with me that he wishes my veins were as easy to stick as his are. There's just something so sexy about a veiny guy. Full of embarrassment, I spoke up, "Shawn! What's going on? I was just out for a jog." Shawn smiled and said, "Looks like you were out looking for more than exercise. What's the "neg4poz" thing about?" Holy shit ... are we having this conversation now ... stopped on the sidewalk with all these guys reading what's written on my body? I said, "Well, it's kinda a long story..." Shawn said, "Let me guess, it was a dare?" Relieved at the great excuse, I said "Exactly. It was a dare." He looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Bullshit." Crap... I said, "Shawn, I can explain it to ya, but can we walk to my place? It's just up the street and I should get this writing off me." He gave me a quick smile, and gave one more look to the writing on me. He said, "And you'll tell me more about why you wrote "poz me" on your back?" At that point I would have given him the PIN code to my debit card. I just wanted to get off the street. I turned and headed home with him in tow, "I'll explain it all, and I might need your help." At the last crosswalk, a guy behind us said, "There's the cumslut from last night!" I turned around and there was Bruce and David from the gym. Shawn saw the look of desperation in my eyes, then he slid his hand down the waistband of my shorts and gave my butt a squeeze. He looked back at the two guys and said, "I'm here to get the job done." With that he gave my nipple a tweak and we left the guys with their mouths hanging open. We got to my place and I heard the shower running, so I invited Shawn to have a seat so we could talk. I explained, "Here's the short version: Last night, my boyfriends and I went to the baths and got a little crazy. I took their poz loads, and also several other guys ... and I'm sure a couple of them were poz." I finished the sentence and sat back and let him absorb the message. There was no value in dishing up a lie, I had to tell the truth. Just then, Brad comes into the room carrying my shirt and wearing just his jockstrap, "Hey slut! I found your shirt... Oh.. sorry." "Brad, this is Shawn, my Physician's Assistant at my doctor's office. Shawn this is my boyfriend ... one of them." Brad said, "Let me put some shorts on, I'll be right back." Shawn gave a big smile and said, "Don't get dressed on my account!" Just then, Justin came out from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. He saw Shawn, and his mouth dropped open. "Shawn, hey stud!" Justin and Shawn shared a kiss and a hug. "So you guys know each other" I asked. Shawn smiled and said, "Yes, we sure do, but that's not why I'm here. Let me ask a couple questions" Shawn continued, "Rik, you said you were bred by poz guys. Were the guys undetectable?" Justin interrupted, "No, I fucked him and I'm off my meds. With my viral load I might have pozzed him." Shawn asked Brad, "Are you poz as well?" Brad said, "Yes, but I'm on meds but undetectable." Shawn thought for a moment and said, "Well, if you're looking for judgmental moralizing, I'm not your guy, because you can get that shit anywhere. You have three days to get on PEP if you want to try to fight converting. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn't. Otherwise you can take your chances on your immune system fighting it. Or you can join your boyfriends and converting. Those are your options. I have an opinion, but Brad and Justin need to help you make that decision." The room was quiet for a couple minutes, and I said, "I think the three of us need to talk this through to figure out what to do. It's a big decision to allow the virus to take hold." Shawn nodded his head and gave a sympathetic look to the three of us. He said, "Justin knows a little of my story, but you guys don't. I've been poz for six years now. I was a bugchaser and found some guys to convert me in a way that was meaningful to me. I didn't make the decision lightly, and it was one of the most important ones I've ever made. I've never been on meds and don't plan on taking them. My viral load is in the millions and I seek out guys with high viral loads to make me even more toxic. I take care of myself in every way, and that includes getting bred with all the poz cock I can get. Having a toxic viral load is part of who I am." The room went quiet again, and Justin said, pointing to Brad and I, "And so you two know, Shawn pozzed me. He fucked his toxic load into me over several dates and I converted. That's how we know each other. I'm carrying his DNA. I wasn't chasing, but being with him convinced me to embrace being poz and share his virus. He didn't coerce me or force me into anything. When we did it, I was begging him to poz me ... I wanted his cum to convert me. I can never thank him enough." After a couple minutes to think about that, Shawn said, "If you want go to on PEP, here's my number. Call me day or night and I'll make it happen. If that works, you can go on PREP and fuck all the poz guys you want and stay negative. If you decide that's not right for you guys, no big deal. I'm here for you in any way you need. Unfortunately, I need to head to an appointment." He stood up first and I noticed he had a hard-on ... as did Justin under his towel and Brad's cock peeking out of the top of his jock. Everyone took quiet notice of the affect this conversation had on us. Before he walked out, I said, "Shawn, on the street you offered to help me out when you saw "poz me" on my back. Does the offer still stand?" Shawn smiled and said addressing my boyfriends, "First you guys figure out if PEP is right for Rik and the two of you. If you're going to join the Brotherhood, give me a call. It would be an honor to seed your hole and add my virus ... as long as your boyfriends agree." I gave Shawn a kiss and a hug and he walked out the door. With the three of us standing there with shameless erections. Brad said, "OK, that was totally hot in a perv kinda way." I agreed saying, "I've always thought he was hot and knowing he's not only poz but virulent makes him event hotter ... and I want to lick his veiny arms and legs. Fuck, wasted guys are hot!" That kinda just blurted out of nowhere, and the other guys just laughed at me. Justin said, "I feel like we're on the Maury Show ... Rik might be pregnant but we don't know who the father is." We all laughed at the idea. I looked at Brad and said, "If I was going to be poz, I always thought I wanted you to do give it to me." Brad looked at Justin and said, "Don't take that the wrong way. I'm that was before the three of us really bonded. And I think I know how he feels. I was stealth pozzed, so I don't know whose toxic cum got me." I looked at Brad, "If I didn't convert right now, would you go off your meds to build up your viral load? That way we would know for sure it was the toxic strain from only you guys that converts me." Brad grabbed me and gave me a big hug. He said softly into my ear, "Of course I would, if that's what you want to do. I'd love for Justin and I to be the ones to poz you." I felt Justin behind me and he joined in the hug ... mostly I felt his big cock against my crack. I said, "Hold that thought. I gotta shower. I stink and I need to get this marker off me." Brad smiled and said, "I was thinking of redoing it!" With a wink, Justin grabbed his cellphone, "Take your shorts off so I can capture this. We need to save this because maybe we'll use this for a template at the tattoo shop!" Being photographed like this had me rock hard. It was humiliating being treated as a piece of meat, but I get that my boyfriends had my best interests at heart. Brad said, "We gotta figure out where his biohazard tattoo goes!" I just looked at Brad and said, "Yeah, we need to talk about that if I turn poz." Brad's cock instantly got rock hard at that idea. Justin's cock was already poking out of his jockstrap, so we were all ready for play. I said, "I gotta shower ... be right out." It was good to shower off and relax for a couple minutes alone. A lot had happened in the last 24 hours and it was a lot to digest. I scrubbed off the marker that was on my front and hoped the loofa would take care of my back and butt. In a way, I have a feeling I was going to miss being marked. I dried off and found Brad and Justin in bed, with Justin lying back getting his cock sucked by Brad. I joined in to get Brad's cock in my mouth, while positioning my cock towards Justin. Brad's cock tasted great, and I love having him in my mouth to please him. Justin was playing with my cock while he was getting sucked off, and then moved to my balls and then my asshole. I moaned softly when he slid his finger into me. Brad said, "Oh, you want some more of that, huh? Brad pulled off Justin's cock and flipped me over onto my stomach and then onto my knees. Brad and Justin were behind me on their knees. I could feel their hard cocks against my legs, while they both played with my hole. Brad said, "Well, Rik, it looks like you're begging for another poz load up your hole. Is that what you want? Justin chimed in, "Fuck yeah, look how his hungry hole is relaxing for us. I think he wants our infected loads in him, don't you, slut?" (to be continued)

I don't think it makes you a girl. And I know you didn't mean that literally. The only thing I think it proves is that you are human. On some level, you care about him. Seven years.... Any normal human would develop some sense of caring about someone they've known (through the intimate act of fucking, no less) for seven years. Doesn't mean you love him. You just care. Even if he is just a fuck buddy. Not a bad trait to have, if you ask me.

A fuck buddy to me is someone who is more than a hook up. He's a repeat hook up. Different from friends with benefits. I've had both. I did things non sexual with the friend with benefits. Fuck buddy? We got together to fuck. That was it.

I've always found that keeping a fuck buddy at that level is always the hard part. I never get into a proper relationship very easily as I like to be really sure it will have some staying power. But, a lot of guys fall into having a relationship at the drop of a hat and sometimes I can tell they are angling towards having the 'I'd like us to be something more' moment, even when I always say right at the start that it's going to be friends with benefits and nothing else. A fuck buddy to me is just that. Someone I get along with for great sex and no drama or expectations.

I've searched and searched the website for CumUnion and there is not one reference to it being a bareback only party. Those of you who only bareback might not know but there are still some guys who fuck covered or who want to be fucked covered. I don't personally get off on covered, but to each their own. To rip the poor guy who asked the question like some have is just rude and inconsiderate. Diffren't Strokes for Diffren't Folks. When did being intolerant of others become so fashionable?

For me, A fuck buddy is someone I have sex with on some sort of regular basis, we may know basic facts about each other, but the entire basis of our relationship is to get together for sex. we may be cordial to each other when we meet out and about, but don't necessarily talk about our relationship. they can sometime end when one or the other ends up in a monogamous relationship, but can start back up easily when we are free to fuck again. There can be pillow talk after sex, but it is not about us having a future together as Boyfriends or Husbands.

My cunt once had the honor of worshipping a BBC almost a foot long. The man who owned it could stay hard 2-3 hours at a time and and cum over a dozen times in that period. By the time he was done breeding my fuckhole I felt pregnant.

I've always been able to do this, not sure why. But cumpigs do love it I had a buddy who'd come down get a motel room, and he'd give out the room number on craigslist & Grindr & such. And I'd go breed him. He had a hot, perfect, bubble, furry ass, ripe, jock, & amazingly tight hole. Sometimes I'd get there first and be the first to flood his cunt, other times, I'd get there after he'd took a few loads. Usually I'd cum several times, without stopping. And he took my loads like a true cumdump, I just went and went until I was drained. Something about his hole did it to me. I flooded his guts multiple times. I didn't count, but he did. Once, when I hadn't cum in a couple weeks, I bred him 14 times according to him. One morning, I hadn't been able to visit his motel the night before, and I was sitting in class really horny. I could hardly hide my hardon. I needed hole bad. Luckily he was still in town but close to checking out. I texted him, he said come on over, I made some excuse and left class and drove to his motel. I quickly went in and he was ready for me. Undressed and mounted him and gave him about 5 loads in 40 minutes. Thanked him and left fully drained. Got back to class just before it was letting out, covered in sweat and had cum stains and his hole juice where he'd cummed, but I didn't care, I was happy! Everyone should have a buddy like that It was really hot. Once or twice other guys would get there and share his hole with me which was hot, we double penetrated him once even. Loved those times! WIsh I still knew how to get ahold of him. Now that I'm starting Cialis, I'm hoping I can get back to my old multiple-cumming ways

Part 4 Later that night back at his apartment, laying alone in bed, Luke thought about Steve as he stroked himself, pleasuring his dick, abdomen, and speculating about getting a tattoo that matched Steve's unseen tattoo, taking pleasure in the thought that Steve’s most recent load still lingered in his ass. He stroked his cock harder and faster, pushing first one, then two, an finally three fingers into his stretched hole. In his mind flickered images from the shower – his face pressed against the cold marble wall, looking down to see Steve’s massive, tan legs outside of his as Steve pivoted and piston-fucked him from behind. Images from the night before, when he went to pull up his briefs and jeans and saw Steve's cum running down his inner thigh from his hole. Images of Steve’s dark pubic hair brushing against his face while he deep throated Steve’s massive tool earlier that afternoon. And then he thought of the cum again, that he’d let that glorious god of a man fuck him raw and blow his loads up in Luke’s gut. Finger banging himself, he knew his hole was still slick with Steve’s DNA from a few hours earlier. It was hardly surprising with all of this running through his mind, Luke blew a big milky load onto his stomach. ********************************************************************* The next morning while out jogging with his friend, Luke regretted sharing a little too much detail about his encounter with Steve when his buddy asked “You let him fuck you without a condom?!” “Relax. There is no way he has anything,” Luke replied, although as the words came out, he realized he wasn’t so sure. “That’s so fucking stupid in this day and age. You should go to the clinic and check into that morning after pill just in case. And you should definitely at least be on PrEP if you’re gonna make this a habit.” “I know, I know. Just chill and keep this between us. I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Luke then changed the subject and moved on. *********************************************************************** Luke texted Steve that afternoon. “I’m horny. Can I come over?” Steve responded “Sure. But my friend Billy’s coming over soon too. You up for 2 cocks, slut?” This was more uncharted territory for Luke, and yet replied “Maybe…. Be there in 30.” ************************************************************************ Billy wasn’t there yet, so instead of the usual get-right-down-to-business nature of their prior encounters, Luke had an opportunity to talk, and he commented “So listen, I’ve never really let anyone fuck me raw before without knowing more about them." “And?” Steve responded. “It’s just that this weekend has been mind blowing and amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such... lust? desire? intrigue? for anyone like I feel for you.” Steve grinned broadly, pulled Luke close, and slid his tongue down Luke’s throat as he also ground his crotch into Luke, his hands, meanwhile, trailing down to fondle Luke’s ass. Still Luke managed to finish his thought saying “I guess, I don’t know how to say this. A friend of mine told me I’m being stupid and careless fucking you without protection or anything.” “What’s careless about what we’re doing?” “I don’t know… Do you have an STD or anything?” Luke got to the point. “Does it matter to you now?” “I, uhh” and Luke realized while perhaps it should matter, it didn’t. “I don’t know, really.” “I’ve fucked you twice now. Raw. Implanted my seed in you twice. You’ve swallowed my cum and piss, and your ass is lined with my DNA. If you want to be mine, you have to be mine fully.” Luke felt a warm rush over his body. The unknown was becoming known. He was nervous and turned on. What was Steve saying? “Touch my poz cock again, Luke” Steve said. Steve's command hit Luke hard, yet he instantly complied, maneuvering his hands down Steve's jeans, his head rushed with sexual energy and understanding. He now knew Steve was poz. HIV Positive. And he’d fucked Luke twice now. Luke had taken poz loads from a poz guy. Luke also was very much aware his own dick was hardening quickly. He felt it sticking to his briefs with a layer of precum. “Get on your knees and put my poz dick in your mouth. Accept your fate. Get me hard so that I can fuck you again. You’re my slut. Worship what’s flowing in me – and you – now.” Luke sank to his knees and undid the buttons on Steve's jeans. Steve's massive, semi-hard cock was free. Luke opened his mouth wide and guided the monster deep down his throat.

Part 2 “So you just let him fuck you, right there in his kitchen?” Luke’s friend asked over brunch several hours later. “Yeah. It was so fucking hot.” Luke had determined that the experience was one to be bragged about, a badge on his sexual resume. “Animalistic, really. He just ripped my pants down, ate my ass, and fucked me. No questions, no small talk, just hot fucking sex with the biggest dick I’ve ever known.” He failed to mention it had been a bareback fuck. “Think you’ll see him again?” “Maybe. I’d like to. I think I’m realizing that I’m into older guys like him. And god he’s ripped.” Luke didn’t provide a full detailed description of Steve – no mention of the tattoos or the piercings or the general leather daddy/kick-someone’s-ass vibe of him. But really, whether Luke was to see Steve again was not a question for Luke to have the answer – the ball was always in Steve’s court. Across town, Steve was getting some more ink: this time, a scorpion tattoo above his pubic line. “We knew as soon as you made eye contact you’d be shooting a load in that guy later.” Billy said responsive to Steve’s tale of fucking Luke a few hours before. Billy had been with Steve at the leather bar the night before and outside afterward when Steve saw his latest conquest. “Damn he had the best, fuzzy bubble butt I’ve seen. I coulda eaten it for days.” “He mention condoms or anything?” Billy asked, knowing Steve only fucked raw. “Nope. Kinda surprised me that he didn’t, seeming so clean cut preppy and all.” “Think you knocked him up?” Steve grinned. “If not last night, I will soon for sure.” Walking home with his new ink covered, Steve texted Luke: “I need your ass again. Today. When can you be at my place?” Luke responded “Great to hear from you. Can’t stop thinking about last night. I can be there in an hour.” And so he was, showing up at Steve’s door wearing a tank top, mesh shorts, a jock strap, and sneakers. Steve let him in, and not five feet inside the door had pushed him down to his knees and inserted his huge flaccid dick into Luke’s beautiful mouth. Steve’s dick grew hard in Luke’s mouth as Luke demonstrated what a good cocksucker he was. He worked Steve’s entire thick, long, veiny shaft. Whenever he got to Steve’s dick’s head, he’d tongue the pre-cum. He was already addicted to its salty, manly goodness. He sucked Steve’s big, hairy balls. He deep throated his dick to the point of gagging on it. He was in heaven devouring the monster dick that had destroyed his ass just 12 hours earlier. Did he taste his own ass on it? Maybe. Finally, Luke noticed Steve’s balls and legs tense, and a torrent of cum spurt into his mouth. Steve held Luke’s head in position, his dick deep in his conquest’s throat. Luke swallowed round after round of the ropey jism that sprayed into his mouth, looking up dutifully in the eyes of his testosterone-filled host. He loved tasting the heavenly load of his dominator. As the waves of cum subsided, Luke began to pull away from the monster cock. Steve held Luke’s head in place and said “You’re not done yet. Keep swallowing. Everything.” And with that, Steve began pissing in the mouth of the unsuspecting jock. Luke was horrified and disgusted initially, trying in vain momentarily to pull away. But when retreat was clearly no option with Steve’s strong hands holding him in place, Luke kept his lips tight around the shaft, swallowed a big gulp, and looked up at his beast-of-a-man host. Luke saw the pleasured look on Steve’s face, and began to understand his role of submission. His anguish subsided and he found himself dutifully, if not happily, swallowing what seemed like gallons of man piss. He loved it. Finally, when Steve had finished using Luke as a urinal, he pulled his conquest off his cock and to his feet, smacking him on the ass. “That was intense. And, I gotta say, really hot, dude," Luke commented, his dick fully erect, and pressing against the fabric of his jock strap and shorts, which were now wet with pre-cum. “Fun’s just getting started, you slut. Take off everything off and follow me,” Steve ordered.

You are right that some guys never get it. It varies greatly from person to person. For me, it was awful. I've never been so sick. I could barely get out of bed for nearly a week. Fever, aches, only one day of projectile vomiting and diareah, but it took me three weeks to feel well again. I knew immediately something was wrong because I don't get colds or flu normally. It happened 2 1/2 weeks after the fuck that did it to me. And the guy I got it from had similar symptoms before me. I went and got tested for HIV with a fever of over 101 and still tested negative. I tested again 30 days later and there it was.

Part 10 Jacob started to pull out dildos and butt plugs that went from large to fucking humongous. He grinned as he held up the huge canine dildo with a knot the size of a softball. He then told David that he could plan to turn Bobby into a little boy and Jim could start his Dom training for Stephen later because I have had enough talking and just want to start fucking and these two are primed and ready to go and he slipped a finger into Bobby. The boy started to whimper which sounded like a combination between a moan and begging. Jacob asked Bobby if he needed to be fucked and the whimpering became louder and the pacifier gag didn’t stop it from being clear that the near virginal boy was so into slut mode that Jacob knew he would get to use probably every toy on him before the night was over. He pulled his finger out and said I guess Bobby doesn’t want to get fucked and Bobby went quiet and Jacob leaned over Bobby and said, Bobby doesn’t need to be fucked, which finally connected in Bobby’s foggy chemmed up brain and he started to whimper again but this was more of a cry than a moan but still sounded like he was begging. Stephen was higher than he ever had been but was still able to understand what was happening around him but his ass wanted cock so bad that he wanted to get fucked so bad and didn’t care who did it to him and was actually worried that he might not get enough cock as he had to share their cocks with Bobby. David told Jim to join Jacob as he wanted to watch the two of them show him how they could use their restrained holes. Jim walked right up to Stephen and said you’re my boy now as he plunged into his ass causing Stephen to scream from both the shock of the brutal entry plus he wasn’t use to being fucked especially so rough. Jim told Stephen that a boy should take it and enjoy it and a boy like Bobby needs to be fucked hard as he started to pound Stephen. Jacob continued to tease Bobby and told him that his Daddy was getting fucked hard and did Bobby need to get his boypussy pounded hard too. Bobby seemed to nod which Jacob took as a yes and told Bobby he would soon get fucked and his pussy would be wrecked, he then asked Bobby if we wanted his hole wrecked and this time it was clear Bobby understand because he moaned out loud and started begging but with the pacifier gag it wasn't clear so Jacob decided to loosen the gag so he could hear the boy beg to be used. Jacob’s cock was rock hard and dripping as he now could clearly hear the boy begging for it. As he enjoyed listening to Bobby’s begging and moaning turn into crying he finished lubing the canine dildo that he knew would get the boy screaming and started to rub the tip on Bobby’s hole which caused Bobby to moan and try to slide down further but Jacob wasn’t going to let the boy take control and pulled back a few inches so that it wasn’t touching and Bobby starting begging and crying again. Jacob then leaned over Bobby and said if you want to get fucked you need to ask me to fuck you. “Please fuck me” “Who are you asking to fuck you?” “Daddy, please fuck me” and he started to whimper again. “Good boy, Bobby, every man is now your Daddy or Uncle. Now ask me to wreck your boypussy” “Daddy, wreck me, wreck my boypussy” “Good little boy, now ask me to break and ruin you and to hurt you” “Daddy, please I need you to break and ruin me and I need you to hurt me now” Jim continued his brutal assault on Stephen’s ass and told him, “listen to your boy beg to be hurt and wrecked. It is your responsibility to learn how to give him what he needs but tonight we will make sure he gets what he needs and maybe even more” Jacob then slapped Bobby’s face three times and shoved the canine dildo in completely except the knot. Bobby screamed but also started moving his ass on the dildo fucking himself. Jacob told him he was a good bitch boy and Jacob pushed the pacifier gag back into his mouth and told him he could cry and scream as much as he wanted but he needed to keep riding the doggy cock and then Jacob started to slap Bobby’s face again and Bobby started to cry and tears ran down his face. Jacob kept slapping Bobby as he told Jim that Bobby may be spun out of his mind but he will remember when I shove this knot in him. He then asked Jim to pour some poppers on a cloth and when he stopped slapping Bobby’s face Jim laid the popper soaked cloth covering Bobby’s nose and mouth and told him to breathe deep knowing the kid would need the help of the poppers for what Jacob was going to push up his ass and as soon as Jacob heard his first exhale he started to push the knot into Bobby’s pussy. “Bobby, cry for me. Cry Bobby if you want to get wrecked”. Bobby started his whimpering but when Jim put pressure on the canine dildo and Bobby’s ass started to open up further than it ever has but only half as much as was needed for the canine knot Bobby started to cry and that quickly turned into screaming but the gag kept the noise under control. The tears started to run down his face again and he was nearly having a convulsion when the knot finally popped into what was a cherry hole just a couple of hours ago. His ass started to close on the knot and Bobby's tiny little locked up cocklet started to piss as he lost control of his bladder and David seeing that jumped up and put his mouth around the locked up cocklet and started to swallow and enjoy the little boy’s piss. Jim told Stephen that Bobby’s hole just took the doggy knot and it is bigger than his fist. Stephen surprised him by begging that he needed his ass wrecked too. Jim told him that he would be happy to teach him what a wrecked ass felt like but first he was about to find out what being a cumhole felt like as he started to blast his toxic load into his new trainee.

Part 8 David removed his finger and Bobby started to make a whiney sound and Jacob asked Bobby if he missed the nice thick finger already which made Bobby whine more and Jacob knowing he had the boy already started taunting him by asking if he needed to be fucked and it took less than a minute before he had Bobby crying like a baby that needed a bottle. David lined his hard cock up and slammed in to the balls causing Bobby to scream and that is when Jacob pushed his cock into Bobby’s mouth and then they both started fucking Bobby in sync. While this was happening Jim was telling Stephen that David and Jacob knew how to play a boy like a fiddle and that they would keep his body and mind flooded with sensations from pain to pleasure and then to more pain and even more pleasure to the point that Bobby will no longer know the difference. Since Bobby already wanted some pain this would make it easier and after tonight Bobby will not care if you are blowing him or whipping him. Jim told Stephen let’s slam and sit on the bed and watch the show. Stephen couldn’t keep his eyes off David and Jacob as they used his boy and said yes to Jim without looking at him but when Jim held his arm and pushed him back towards the bed he moved but never stopped watching. Jim told him to keep watching and he’d get everything ready. Stephen started to stroke himself and Jim went over and picked up the jockstrap Bobby was wearing earlier and told Stephen to put it on and that he shouldn’t jerk off yet as we had a long night and Stephen put it on and rubbed the front as Jim grinned looking at him. Unlike David and Jacob, Jim wasn’t really into twinks, but a stud like Stephen was more his prey and he was looking forward to using Stephen real soon. He got the points ready and told Stephen to lie down so that he could slam him. Stephen laid on his belly again never taking his eyes off the guys using Bobby and Jim put the strap on his arm and told him that would take care of him while the guys took care of Bobby and Stephen said ok without actually realizing what Jim had said. David and Jacob smiled to each other as they knew what Jim wanted and they also knew the once Stephen was in slut mode too that he would not object to anything they did to Bobby and they weren’t about to let Bobby go until they were both exhausted. Thinking about that got David to go over the edge and he announced that he was breeding the little bitch boy. Jacob got up and grabbed a butt plug and plugged Bobby’s pussy as soon as David pulled out. Bobby grunted as the plug was inserted and wiggled his ass as he enjoyed the feelings but not knowing that it was a very large plug and by far the thickest thing ever in him. David turned to the bed when he heard Stephen cough and saw him sit up as the rush hit him. Stephen felt the rush and knew immediately that this was a much larger dose but didn’t care as he was having so much fun. Jim had him lie back down and said you gotta watch Jacob now with Bobby. They saw Jacob put a pacifier gag on Bobby as he didn’t want him screaming too much. Jacob told Stephen that he should learn to keep Bobby gagged as a boys screaming would eventually hurt his ears. David told him that he believed a boy should always be locked and gagged unless you have your cock in his mouth and as he said that his cock was now inches from Stephen’s face and he told Stephen that since Bobby’s cock was so little and would be locked up he should find other men with real cocks when he needed to suck and especially he should suck clean a man that fucked his boy and then David pushed his cock against Stephen’s lips and slowly they opened as he slid into the studs hot mouth as they all heard Jacob start to use the paddle on Bobby.

Day 6: Ring of Death – My back was sore and tender from being scratched and dug by long nails, my hole still ached even with Dr. Mike’s salve working its magic to repair the damage done. Thursday night had ended in a way I had never expected and Lionel had fucked me several more times after we got back to his apartment as he said my hole was so open and wet, and seeing me used like that brought out the big DAWG in him. Guess it was my night to be a bitch. I moaned, my body ached as I rolled to my side and saw Lionel lying there, half propped up in the bed, smoking a cigarette and a shit-ass eating grin on his face and a full on boner twitching and dripping in his lap. I shook my head in wonder how this fucker could have such a constant hard dick, and my hole immediately began to wink in need. I edged closer to Lionel’s body, inhaling the scent of him and closed my eyes as I gently took the head of his huge dick in my mouth. “Open that fucking throat!” Lionel snarled as he pushed my head down on his dick, making me gag. I angled myself a little so I could look at him while he smoked, as his dick scraped my throat and banged my neck. Lionel smiled wide, put his cigarette out, grabbed a blunt, lit it up and hit it a few times, blowing the smoke into my face. “Please!” I begged as I let his dick out of my mouth, took the blunt, felt the intense high course through me and handed it back to Lionel. Without asking permission, I stood up on the bed, grabbed the metal headboard, and while watching Lionel hit the blunt eased myself down until the head of his dick was nestled right at my dry hole. Lionel’s eyes were half closed now, he handed me the blunt again, I hit it twice more and was flying. He took it back from me and set it in the ashtray as I wiggled my hole on his dripping dick. Lionel took his hands, placed them around my hips, I looked into his eyes and begged again, “PLEASE!” Without a word, Lionel thrust his hips up as hard as he could while pushing me down to split my hole dry on his dick. Even with the high of the blunt, the pain was white hot as Lionel ripped my ass and his precum mixed with my ass juices and blood. I could not breathe as I sunk down onto his dick while Lionel continued to push in deeper. As soon as I had him all the way in, I wrapped my arms around his neck, nestled against him, and started to ride up and down. “OH YOU FUCKING SLUT!” Lionel yelled in my ear as I banged my ass up and down on his dick, needing him to go deeper and deeper. “Daddy it hurts!” I cried out, which made Lionel growl and grunt and jump up in my hole. “Tell DADDY where you want it, where you want that nutt?” Lionel demanded. I was lost in ecstasy as I rode his hard, black, long dick and could not get it to go deep enough. I wanted to keep riding like that, but as Lionel got closer, he decided otherwise and in one swift motion pushed me backwards onto my back, his dick tearing me more on its ways out. I yelped, but had no time to think as he threw my ankles back, slammed back into my ass and piston fucked me. Now it was my turn to yell, “FUCK ME – FUCK ME – FUCK ME.” Lionel’s body started to tense, his thrusts coming faster and harder and deeper and just like the time he fucked me in the Metro station, Lionel bit down hard where my neck met my shoulder, his teeth sinking into my flesh making me scream out as he bred my hole. I kept trying to ride his dick, but Lionel pushed me off him, shook his head laughing and said, “Worthless slut for daddy dick aren’t you. Now clean that dirty dick with yo mouth.” I immediately obeyed and licked his nasty dick clean, savoring the tang of the mix from the breeding. I grabbed a towel off the night stand to wipe my ass but Lionel shook his head and said, “No, you staying dirty and nasty just like you are. I got the perfect morning wake up call for you and I want them to see your ass is red, raw, and ready.” I shrugged, got into the t-shirt and shorts Lionel tossed at me, and followed him out to the living room and watched as Lionel set up a plate for me of the Tina from Richmond. After a few lines I was horned and ready for more dick, but Lionel slapped my hand away, put his blinged out collar around my neck and led me out of the apartment. As we walked through COVENANT Lionel’s crew were all whistling at me, calling me Poochie, saying “Here girl, here bitch, I got a knot for you,” “want some of this milk bone?” and more. I guess everyone knew how last night had ended and actually blushed. Lionel just laughed and shook his head and yanked the chain harder. Four armed members of his crew led Lionel and I back to his warehouse where the boxing ring was set up and back to his private booth. The curtains were closed, so I could not see the ring, but I could here some voices. Lionel sat in his chair, lit one of his special blunts, handed it to me and said, “You’ve been a good slut for me all week, and last night, well last night you became a whore so time for something a little more. Smoke up and turn around.” I inhaled deep and held it as I felt my pants pulled down, Lionel’s hands rub my ass, he stuck a finger in my hole to make sure I was still primed, then when he pulled out I felt something cold and soft on my lower back. Lionel laughed, I walked over to one of the mirrors on the wall and as I twisted I could see he had written on my lower back in black marker, just below my biohazard tattoo the word, ‘WHORE’. I looked at him in question as he sniffed the marker, put the cap back on, grabbed my arm and led me out into the warehouse. As we walked around the corner the lights over the boxing ring illuminated a crowd of men, some with masks on, some with hoods, some with t-shirts tied around their faces, and some with nothing. There were several chairs in the ring and some guys were sitting, others standing, a bar had been set up on one side outside the ring and a few other guys were at the bar drinking. All eyes turned to us and the closer we got I could see several of them were being sucked on by some of our Mares. Lionel’s crew cleared the way and Lionel led us into the ring, walked to the middle, yanked the chain tight pulling me close to his side, and I realized there were more men than I thought. In the middle of the ring was one of the fuck benches and off to the side a big leather chair with a table with some liquor, drugs, cigarettes, all of Lionel’s vices – besides me. Lionel turned to the Mares who were still kneeling sucking what looked like pretty big dicks and yelled, “Get the fuck out – NOW!” They scrambled out of the ring like cats with their tails caught in the door, making the crowd laugh. “I brought you a gift today, and you are all here because you have a gift to give in return,” Lionel’s voice boomed to the crowd, all of whom were closing in around us now and the occasional hand was reaching out to touch me and soon someone had pulled my shorts down and Lionel did not stop them as hands continued to roam over my ass and body. “The only rules are it all goes in HIM, no pissing in his ass until I say, and his ass and mouth are the only ones to see any action in this ring! I got this hole red, raw, and ready for all you got, so game on motha-fuckas – seed and breed and INFECT!” Lionel finished his little speech, unhooked the chain from my collar, then turned and walked to the leather chair. He paused, walked back to me, held my head between his big strong hands making me gaze into his intense eyes and said, “A whore takes all dick – any dick – no matter what – and daddy has had his boys out scouring the greater DC area for this little party. I got you not only big dicks wanting a wet hole, but a fucking alphabet soup of STDs to send you home with, and the side benefit of your bloody ass passing what you got too. WELCOME TO THE RING OF DEATH!” Lionel then kissed me long and hard, filling my mouth with his spit, then he let my head go and the crowd did not move as Lionel walked back to his chair, sat down, lit up a cigarette, looked at me, and said somewhat irritated, “Oh yeah – here, leave your mark too,” as he tossed the black marker to the guy closest to me. Lionel then snarled, “Well, what the fuck are you waiting for?” Before I could move I was roughly pushed by several hands face down onto the fuck bench, I turned my head so I could see Lionel who smiled, sat back in his chair, and watched as the first dick forced its way up my hole. A big white dick was wagged in front of my face and I turned my head to see Lionel biting his lower lip like he did was he was horned and excited and in full voyeur mode. The guy’s hands were really hairy and his crotch hair was thick, bushy and ran half way down his dick. YUCK! I hated a hairy dick, but opened my mouth and quickly closed it as I looked closer at his dick. The guy was uncut and the head of his dick was super red and angry looking, and the shaft was pocked with little bumps and sores. I stuck out my tongue for a taste, but the guy just stuffed his cock as far in as he could and started fucking. No style, but I did my best to work with what I had and soon tasted his thick, funky load. As soon as he pulled out, the guy who had been fucking me was waiting, his dick coated in a mix of his and Lionel’s cum and more, so I licked him clean as another dick pushed its way up my ass. Someone handed me a bottle of poppers, but before I could get a good whiff they were snatched out of my hands by the next top who’s dick was waiting for me to suck him. This dick was thick like a beer can and crusty and dripping and I couldn’t wait to taste it. I had taken several dicks up my ass and four loads down my throat and swallowed what felt like two gallons of piss. The guy who mounted me next was really rough and his dick was the biggest yet. I yelped and tried to adjust the angle but he just pummeled me hard trying to hit my third hole. He yelled like the conquering hero as he came up my ass, his dick jumping back and forth inside me. I was so focused on sucking the top in front of me that at first I did not realize what was happening, but then as my insides cramped and got warm, I realized the fucker was pissing up my ass. I started to push back, but he put his full weight on my, so I turned my head, spit the dick out of my mouth and yelled, “GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” Lionel was immediately in front of me and his crew were there as well, pulling the guy off me, making me cry out as my guts were pulled inside out. He was fighting and yelling and the crowd of men had all pulled back making an open space around us. “What’s wrong,” Lionel said with worry in his eyes. “He pissed in me – a lot,” I said as I looked at the guy. I wasn’t upset about taking piss, fuck I loved it, but that was a rule Lionel had told them and someone thinking they could break a rule is what made me angry. Lionel glared, walked over to the struggling guy who suddenly stopped as Lionel stood in front of him. The t-shirt over the guy’s face was pulled off and I recognized him as someone I had fucked with before I had left DC for Deacon. Suddenly Lionel’s fist shot out and connected with the guy’s mouth. Blood spurted as his head snapped back, and Lionel’s crew held the guy up. Twice more Lionel punched him full force in the face and said, “What the fuck did I say? You deaf? Get him on the floor.” The guys from his crew threw the pisser on the floor and held his legs and arms down as Lionel stood over him. “Get over here,” Lionel said to me. I did and then Lionel said, “Squat over his mouth, give this asshole back what he’s missing.” I laughed, straddled the guy’s head, squatted, and let the piss and ass juice flow into the guy’s now open mouth – open because Lionel was using his massively strong arms and hands to hold it open as the guy now struggled more. The guy below me spit, gagged, coughed, but I let the piss keep going, starting and stopping a couple times as my guts worked to empty themselves out. When I was done I stood up, Lionel wiped his hands off on the guy’s shirt, nodded to his crew, who let go of the guy’s arms and legs. I then knelt down, the guy flinching as I touched his face. I leaned in, flicking my tongue over the cut on his mouth, tasting the new mix. I stood up and then walked to Lionel’s chair and asked for a blunt. I also needed to stretch my legs a bit, so Lionel lit up and let me take several hits. You could have heard a pin drop in the ring while I topped off my high. No one said a word or moved. When I felt ready I turned and the only evidence of the guy who pissed in me was a big wet spot in the ring where I had dumped it back on him and a splatter of blood. I walked back to the fuck bench, laid on my back with my legs up, my torn hole open for all cummers, my mouth waiting to be filled. Lionel laughed and said, “FUCK yeah whore, that’s what I’m talking about. Come on boys, I want that hole busted!!!” The next guy to step up to my ass was severely wasted and skinny, making his dick look even bigger than it was and he gave me a toothy smile as he plunged into my hole, making me gasp from the pain and joy of being filled. Three men were now standing by my head and I alternated grabbing an infected dick and sucking before moving to the next. The dirty dicks kept cumming and my mouth and ass stayed full for the next few hours. Every now and then one of the tops would dig in my hole with his fingernails, making sure my hole was bloody and fresh to take what they gave me. I had to stop a few times when my legs cramped up or to hit the blunt again, and told Lionel I had to piss bad because of all the piss I had swallowed, but he just shook his head no and told me to hold it, so I did. I couldn’t get enough dick and begged for their dicks to go deeper, harder, and to breed me. Pig/whore heaven! Through my high, I began to realize the crowd in the ring had grown much smaller as the tops had drained themselves out in me. My kidneys were aching from needing to piss so bad, but I didn’t ask again, and just focused on the feeling of all the cum running out of my ass and savoring the coating of loads in my mouth and throat. The last man left in the ring besides Lionel was a tall, basketball player type who had the longest dick there, over 12 inches, and I had sucked two loads out of him already. His dick looked OK, so did he, so whatever he had did not show. I wondered what he would give me? When he had fucked my throat I had spit up some of the piss and cum I had swallowed, but he did not care, he just let me do what I had to then filled my throat again. NASTY! His dick was pretty fat and thick too, and never seemed to get fully hard when I sucked it although he still shot huge loads. Now he was sitting there, holding a joint in one hand as he smoked some weed, and stroking his monster dick with the other using cum and juice that had dripped out of my ass and covered the fuck bench to slick his dick up. I looked at Lionel who was biting his lip hard, went over and I hit a new blunt several times, walked over to the monster dicked man and ran my hands across his wide flat muscles, felt his shoulders full of sinew and tendon, ran my hands down his down legs, and just worshipped his body. I then bent over and started gnawing and licking on his nipples while eyeing some of the most amazing tats as he hummed and awed in appreciation, all the while still smoking his joint and stroking his dick. Lionel’s crew all now had their pants down or dicks out, stroking as they watched, clearly showing they were ready for some cummy ass too. “Its going to take me a LONG time to get this nutt, you think that hole can handle it?” he said to me in a voice that was surprisingly soft for a such a big guy. I nodded yes, hit the blunt again, bent over the fuck bench, pulled my cheeks apart and begged, “RAPE MY HOLE MAN – COME ON – TAKE IT!” I looked at Lionel who was now standing up and taking his pants off. The monster dicked guy got behind me, his sneakers squeaking on the slicked up canvas floor of the ring, he took several long drags as he finished his joint up while I started bouncing my ass around, so hungry for his meat. He leaned over me, exhaled all his smoke towards my face, pressed down with his right hand putting all his weight on my back to push me tight into the bench, and then he drove what little was left of his burning joint into the skin of my left shoulder blade to put it out. I screamed as the smell of burnt flesh affirmed what he had done, and the flash of searing pain overwhelmed me. Just as I inhaled to scream again he slammed his slicked dick up my hole, shifted his hands back to my hips to hold me in place as he drove balls deep and let his dick explore its new home inside me. My guts were rearranged ten ways to Sunday, and the discomfort from having to piss became unbearable. Yet even with the fresh burn, his monster dick raping and tearing my ass, and having to piss, I wanted more. I loved having that big dick push my hole even further and did not have to wait long as he slowly began to move his hips in little circles, leveraging the length of his dick to open my hole the way he wanted it. I could see through my teary eyes Lionel was now standing in front of me, and I opened my mouth and swallowed his dick. “FUCK THAT WHORE NICCA,” Lionel barked, ‘FUCK IT, RAPE IT GOOD – THAT’S IT – RAPE THAT PINK HOLE.” The guy fucking me still took his time and hummed and awed as he continued to explore my ass. I could not take the pressure any more as the guy was banging my kidneys and all the piss that I had swallowed started to flow out of my dick, spreading out across the ring. Every thrust of his dick made the flow increase and Lionel said, “Fuck man, look at that, the whore’s leaking. Bang it! Bang it!” The guy fucking me picked up the pace, angled his dick, and hit my kidneys hard. I grunted and tried to breathe as Lionel worked his dick completely into my throat. The pain mixed with the ecstasy, and mixed with the high, and feeling so stuffed it was amazing. I was literally spit roasted with two big black dicks and I loved it! It wasn’t long before Lionel grabbed the sides of my head hard and said, “You want to swallow these babies, huh? Want to taste my babies?” The spit was running out of my mouth and all I could do was grunt as he deep dicked my throat. I did not taste a thing but felt his dick pulse and unload, adding more hot cum to my already filled guts. Lionel pulled his softening dick out of my throat and a big string of spit, cum, and blood came with it, coating my chin and leaving a trail on the mat. He then went and sat down in his chair with a big sigh, a smile on his face, and lit up a new blunt. “Let the whore up a minute,” Lionel said, “Let him hit this new shit. You ain’t close yet are you? No, good, I want to see more.” The big dicked guy slowly backed out of my ass and I was thankful as he was so deep and my ass made loud slurping noises as he withdrew and the sounds of ass juice hitting the floor echoed in the warehouse. The big dicked guy went and sat down in his chair and dug around in his pile of clothes and pulled out another joint. I went over to Lionel and took the blunt he offered and inhaled deep, feeling the hot fresh high wash over me. As I hit it again Lionel spun me around, shoved his right hand in my hole, wiggled his fingers and spread them apart as much as my hole would allow, pulled it back out and said, “Holy fuck, you’re wet! Look at that!” Lionel’s hand looked wet, slimy, and he held it up like he had just found a great treasure. I smiled, hit the blunt again, reached down and guided his hand back to my hole. Lionel laughed, “Damn whore, you just need to be filled don’t you? I got you trained good – fuck! All those nasty, infected dicks you had up in there – SHIT – never seen nothing like that! But just you wait, we ain’t done yet, no, we ain’t done. Now finish that up and get back over there, I want you to push that hole out, offer it up to your black gods, make daddy proud.” I walked back to the fuck bench, my bare feet squishing a little in the mix of piss and other juices now coating the mat, and instead of laying chest down on the bench, I just bent over, bracing myself on the bench as I closed my legs and arched my ass up and out – waiting. I was shaking a little, afraid the monster dicked guy would burn me again, but he didn’t, he just walked up behind me, rubbed my ass a few times, then started slapping my cheeks with his hardening dick. Harder and harder he dick slapped me until his dick was like a club, so hard and ready for battle. With his left hand he used his fingers to splay my cheeks a little to see his target, lined up his dick as I held my breath waiting for assault. He gently pushed the head just inside my hole and I gasped in wonder at how good it felt. I relaxed a little and when I did and my ass dropped just a hair, he slammed his dick balls deep. I instinctively tried to run, but he dug his nails into my hips and held me in place while I regained my stance as Lionel urged him on. “FUCK THAT HOLE – LONG DICK IT NICCA – DIG UP IN THERE!” The monster dick pulled all the way out of my hole, I pushed my ass back and offered my hole to the black god and he slammed back in, busting my ass ring and opening me up all the way. Every time he pulled out I tried to clench my hole to feel him bust it back open, but after several times of that, I had nothing left, my hole was beyond abused and all I could do was open wide and take it. He really seemed to like that and started murmuring and mumbling. I could not quite hear what he was saying, and frankly was too focused on trying to hold my position so he could long dick me. With his height he was able to angle down and up and side to side to ensure he stretched and scraped and hit every inch of my guts. I yelped a few times as he hit spots I didn’t know I had, but he didn’t stop and fucked me rough and hard for several minutes. Lionel kept ordering him and as he fucked me harder I could also feel my own cum stirring and churning. It’s rare that I cum from being fucked unless I am on my back, but this guy was so big every long stroke blasted my prostate and I was suddenly close. “OH SHIT,” I cried, “YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM. FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME, PLEASE……” The monster dick guy grunted, his nails dug deeper, and he started slamming me as hard and deep as he could, which sent me over the edge. Without even touching myself I started to shoot hot loads of cum onto the end of the fuck bench, barely able to breathe as my whole body clenched up from the orgasm and my guts shrank tight around his black dick. That was what he needed too as he bellowed and shook and unloaded as deep as he could inside me. I pushed my ass back, wanting it deep, wanting every drop. The big dicked guy was not gentle this time when he pulled out, making my guts cramp, but I immediately turned, dropped to my knees and licked his dick clean as he stood there looking dumb struck and still trembling a bit. He finally pushed me away, Lionel walked over and handed him the marker, I bent over and the guy wrote his word between my shoulder blades before he went and sat in his chair, leaned his head back, closed his eyes, shook his head, then dug around for another joint. I looked at Lionel, then at his crew, climbed up on the fuck bench doggy style and pushed my ass back out. Always good to take care of the help! The crew did not need to be invited twice and soon I was being skewered by the last four dicks standing. While the crew banged me out I noticed the big dicked guy had gone over and he and Lionel were speaking, looking at me, something was up, and as soon as the first guy had unloaded in my ass Lionel called him over and the big dicked followed him out of the ring. When the crew had all shot their loads up my ass, Lionel dismissed them, had me lay on my back on the fuck bench as he kneeled at the end. “Hold your fucking legs back,” he growled. I grabbed my ankles, pulled my legs back and Lionel dove into my hole, felching and slurping and eating out all the cum and juice that his big old tongue could reach. When the well started to run dry he snarled and growled in frustration, nipping at my swollen and bruised ass lips. Satisfied that he had all he could get right then, Lionel slid his hard dick up my ass, bent over me, laid his body against mine, and started to kiss me. His face was slimy from my ass but I was like a pup eager for the scraps of the kill and licked his face clean. Lionel pumped my ass for a few, pulled out and said, “Christ, that was some fucked up shit.” “Did you like that?” “Don’t you want to cum in me?” I asked. “FUCK YEAH!” Lionel said, “You know I like you being a slut and whore for me. Come on, you ain’t done yet. This day is a long ways from being over. But first, let me see how they marked you up.” I turned around and Lionel ran a finger over all the words now written on my back and ass including ‘cunt,’ ‘pussy,’ ‘slut,’ ‘fag,’ just a big ‘X,’ and more. The final word he traced and read was ‘MINE’, written by the monster dicked guy. I wonder if I would see the big dicked guy again before I left? Stay tuned for Day 6: Double brother dick down - the STALLIONS

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Chapter 8: Miguel’s Breeding and My AIDs Fuck-fest - I went to sleep with Santos fucking me raw and breeding me with his load, he asked me to tell him how much I wanted his AIDs, and how I wanted to be fucked by the most infected men around. Men who were ill looking, had lesions or infections and told me they had AIDs, made me such a pig and I wanted all of their dick, cum, spit, and more!!! My secret was I knew I would soon get more AIDs dick then I ever thought possible. My bill to MS-13 was coming due soon. The next few days were busy as I finished lining things up and by the end of the week was ready. Friday morning started as usual with breakfast with Santos, Miguel, and Los Chicos. Miguel and Los Chicos had settled into an uneasy co-existence, well really Miguel was uneasy. Nothing seemed to faze Erazo and Armando and they seemed to enjoy teasing Miguel and pushing his buttons as he could not hide his annoyance very well. That morning’s issue appeared to be them asking why he did not like to fuck with them when they fucked me, they had enough for him too, and so on. Santos and I had decided in advance to change things up that day, and it was a good thing we did. As breakfast wound down Santos said to Los Chicos, “Today, you will come with me. I need you to help me and we have some things to prepare for this afternoon’s meeting. Miguel, you stay here.” Miguel looked a little crestfallen, but as soon as Santos and Los Chicos left, I turned to Miguel, “I asked Santos to take them today,” I said to him, “I wanted to spend the day with you. I have not seen you enough these past few days and know things have been a little crazy. Come, Santos shot a big load in me just before breakfast, you want to work it in for me?” Miguel happily followed me to my bedroom and began to eat my ass out. He was a little cum hound who liked nothing better than to lap loads out of my ass, well I guess he liked fucking even more. Once had had my hole nice and relaxed and slicked up, Miguel had me get doggy style with my chest down, ass up, he then stepped up onto the bed and filled my ass with his nice uncut dick. The boy’s dick felt so good and I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his deep breeding. “Don’t go yet little brother,” I told Miguel once he had finished and pulled out. Santos and I had decided that if Miguel was going to be a true part of the family, he should be bred by us and joined to us with our infections. The thought of Santos fucking him did not bother me surprisingly, but Santos said I should be the first as Miguel was closer to me. I did not even know if Miguel had ever been fucked, but time to find out. I had Miguel kneel on the edge of the bed as I got behind him and gently licked at his ass. He flinched a little at first like he was not used to the sensation, then relaxed, and soon I had my tongue buried in his funky hole. Ass was not my thing at all, but for some reason with Miguel I was so turned on. I stood up, rubbed my hands up and down Miguel’s back, rubbed his ass, gently rubbed a finger around his hole while I licked on his balls, which made him squirm, moan, and his little brown ass quiver. I licked his ass a little more, stood back up, and placed the head of my dick between his cheeks at his waiting hole. Miguel was almost shaking now, from fear or excitement I don’t know. I began to gently push my dick into Miguel’s ass and he immediately pulled away. I pulled him back, rubbed his back and ass with my hands, “It’s OK mi hermano, we don’t have to do this. But I would like to fuck you and you know how good it feels for me when you fuck me, I want to share that with you too. Do you want me to stop? Do you want to have something to drink, I can get the Guaro for you?” Miguel’s voice was soft and tentative when he said, “No… I mean yes…I…please fuck me.” That’s all I needed, so I firmly grabbed Miguel by his hips and lined my dick back up with his hole. I leaned forward so I could wrap my left arm around his chest and with my right hand reached underneath him and stroked his dick. Miguel was hard and his dick was drooling, so after a few strokes I began to push my dick through his outer ring. Miguel’s back arched, his whole body tensed, “Shhhh my hermano, it’s ok, it’s ok, I’ll go slow. Just relax, breathe, that’s it relax, feel me push in just a little more. That’s good, push your hole open for me like you have to shit, come on now, so fucking tight! Tell me what you want mi hermano, tell me what you need!” Miguel’s voice was sure now as he begged, “OH PLEASE FUCK ME, I WANT YOU, FUCK ME PLEASE, PLEASE…” I continued my slow and steady push and was soon buried in Miguel’s ass. His hole was hot, pulsing, trying to milk me as I continued to hold him and began to move my hips back and forth, working my dick in and out of his virgin hole. “You want my cum little brother? Want me to fuck you? God damn you got a nice hole, I’m going to give you my cum, make you a true part of our family now, you want my AIDs in you, tell me Miguel, you want to be with me and Santos forever? Huh…..of shit…….grrrr…..fuck boy……yeah…..ahhhh yeah….AAAAAAHHHHHH YEEEAAHHH!!!!” I blew my charged load up Miguel’s ass, shot after shot and my orgasm went on and on. Finally I was done breeding him, and slowly eased my softening dick out of his ass. Miguel immediately turned around and started to suck it clean, making me jump and squirm as I was so sensitive. I had to push him off and said, “You got to give me a minute, fuck – just a minute.” Miguel anxiously licked his lips and I then let him finish sucking me dry and cleaning me. I sat beside him on the bed, Miguel was smiling wide and he was all fidgety, his dick was ready to go and was streaming pre-cum. “Miguel, this – what we did – is just between us – you, me, and Santos. I won’t do this with Los Chicos, only you, understand? They are not family. We don’t ever have to do this again, only if you want to. If you do, and then if someday you are ready, Santos will fuck you too and I don’t mind. OK?” Miguel just nodded, licked his lips again, then pushed me back onto the bed and mounted me again as it appeared the fuck I gave him recharged his batteries and he gave me load number two. The rest of the day was spent preparing for the afternoon’s meeting. I was scheduled to go before El Capo – The Boss – and the leaders of the three gangs in the prison to make my offer for the empty store space in the Mercado, along with anyone else who planned to make a bid. I was not nervous at all and although I knew nothing was a sure thing, I felt confidant that things would work out. At 3:00 p.m. Santos arrived with several of his enforcers, all of whom were armed, and Miguel and I joined them as we were led to a section of the prison I had never been to before. Each gang controlled their own area, and when I did not see any prisoners along the way Santos said that he had sent a group of his enforcers ahead to clear the way. The room we were going to was a sort of buffer zone/no man’s land that the gangs now used for meetings of the leaders and other things. Santos and his enforcers made sure no one else was armed and that the peace was kept. The rooms we entered seemed to be in an old part of the prison, with large, heavy wood doors, large windows partially covered by leafy trees. Santos had Miguel and I sit and he and two of his men entered the room next door and closed the door behind them. A few minutes later Santos came out and told me I could go in. When I entered I was surprised to see only three men sitting there; David, the leader of Calle 18; Sagastume Fajardo, the palabreros (or leader) of MS-13 in all of San Pedro Sula; and Sancho, the uncle of the leaders of Control Machete and grandfather of Erazo, one of our Los Chicos. I was surprised to see him and he was the first to speak with a wave of his hand, “Yes, I expect you have not heard. After hearing from my friends here, I decided my nephews were not quite ready to run things so they have decided to take a nice vacation back in the country.” How do you take a vacation from prison? I did not ask and also wondered why Santos or Los Chicos had not mentioned this. David then spoke and said, “You are here to make an offer to become a merchant in the Mercado correct? As the decision is ours, El Capo will do as we say, so we saw no need to involve him or others. Please, let us hear your offer.” I explained to the three gang leaders my plan which was simply I would take over the three ownerless shops as having one person own and run all three would create greater stability – and profit – for everyone. I planned to represent each gang in my stores, so Los Chicos would run and manage the one store for the small shampoos and liquors and other items I had already secured a supply chain for. Another would be used for the sale and repair of small electronics like cell radios, watches, and such that I had identified a gang member from Calle 18 to run and manage who had the skills, but not the funding or place to work. Finally, the third store I would hire someone from MS-13 and enforcers from Santos crew to staff and manage a little bank of sorts. A place to exchange cash from the outside for tradable goods on the inside like cigarettes at a rate agreed on by all of the gangs. I was not looking to get into loans or other things they already were handling, just to provide a way for those with little money to get something they could truly use in the prison. I was prepared to give $2,000 cash now for the lease to the stores, I would invest another $1,000 in start up costs, goods, materials, bribes to the guards etc…. and of course I would pay the standard fees back to El Capo and the gangs. The three gang leaders spoke quietly for a moment then the leader of MS-13 said, “You understand this is a most unusual request, but you are a most unusual ‘prisoner’ here.” They all laughed as he continued, “We have all agreed that things had to change as you saw, and there had to be a better way to live and run things here. The Mercado continues to be a challenge at times, but we each appreciate your willingness to make sure each gang is involved and we will support you in this. But, understand it is still not safe for you in many areas of the prison. You cannot go to the Mercado, the risk is too high and I know you would not to ask others from Santos’s crew to risk themselves to try to protect you.” “I understand,” I said, “And agree and Miguel will be one connection to the shops, in addition I will purchase cell phones for us, and I will meet with the staff from each store in our area of the prison each morning so I can manage from there. I am confidant this will work and thank you and tomorrow night I would like to invite all of you to our area for dinner, I have a special surprise for everyone and hope you can make it.” When I went back to the outer room, Santos was casually sitting in a chair in his usual pose, one hand resting on his thigh, the other holding a cigarette. Miguel was anxiously pacing and came rushing over, “So, what did they say? Do we get them? When do we start? How much did you have to pay?” Santos had put his cigarette out, came over, put his arm around me, “Take it easy on Little Papi, let him speak.” I told them everything was settled and we can open the stores as soon as we line up our stock, staff, repaint and make some other repairs and upgrades, so soon. I also asked Miguel if he would be my assistant, as I needed someone I could count on to be my eyes and ears for all three stores since I could not be there and to be there to help me and the store staff as needed. Miguel jumped around with excitement and started babbling on about all the things he wanted to sell, or buy, or make as we began to walk back to our section of the prison. Santos walked with his arm around, he squeezed me tight and said, “I knew you could do it Little Papi. I think we need to celebrate tonight! I know tomorrow you want to do something for us, but tell me mi mujer, my wife, what can your husband do for you tonight?” Santos had a nasty gleam in his eye when he said that, so we stopped, I whispered in his ear what he wanted, he smiled, nodded, and sent of one of his enforcers to begin making arrangements. That evening after dinner, Santos took me to what I now called our playroom. We stopped in the hallway as his men closed the outer door and we were alone. “You know how much it turns me on to see you be a bug chaser for me Little Papi. I love knowing you have infected cum in your ass waiting for me, seeing you taking infected dick, knowing that I am with you always from my breedings. Here, have some of this good Guaro, and let’s have some fun.” I took several big swallows, felt the burn kick in, but before we went on, Santos reached into his back pocket and pulled out the same toothbrush he had used on my ass before. I continued to drink and felt the liquor kick in as I bent over and Santos prepped my hole the way he wanted. I was already infected, but was willing to do anything to please my husband. When he was satisfied, we then entered the back room and Santos had not disappointed me. Sitting around in various states of undress were several men including The Goat, the guy with the lesions on his legs, a few others I had seen and fucked with over the course of the past months, all together, all partying and having fun, and all ready to make me their AIDs filled hole. I looked at Santos whose tear drop tat his cheek danced in excitement as he smiled and nodded at each. He handed me the Guaro, slapped my ass and said, “Go on Little Papi. They are here for you. Don’t worry, I am always near by.” Santos pulled a chair over to a darkened corner where he had the best view of the dirty mattress in the middle of the floor, lit up a cigarette, and sat back to enjoy the show. I was immediately surrounded by horny, AIDs filled, gangbanger dick, all wanting a hole, and I was happy to give it to them. The Goat’s dick was even nastier then before, the skinny guy with the lesions looked even sicker, the rest were no better. One of the new guys sucked me off while I got fucked, I took spit in my mouth, piss, and loads in my ass from each of their dicks. I was in pig heaven, or should I say bug chaser heaven!!! As they finished up and were fully satisfied, they left, the whole while Santos sat casually in his chair smoking, watching, not saying a word. Then we were alone once more. Santos came and kneeled beside me as I lay covered in infected cum and juices on the filthy little mattress. He rubbed my head like he always did, which soothed me, “Little Papi, did you enjoy that? Hmm? I could see you did. I did too! Fuck mi mujer! Seeing you take all that infected banger dick. Look how hard you have made me?” I could now see a large dark stain on the leg of his jeans where Santos’ dick had precummed and marked his excitement. “But we have one more old friend who wishes to say hi and should be here soon. While we wait, drink up and let me make sure you still ready.” After a fresh scrubbing of the toothbrush in my hole, I gently sat back down, my ass feeling the effect of all that dick and Santos’ heavy handed work. Santos sat beside me, lit a cigarette, and I reached over to free his dick, “No Little Papi, it’s not time yet.” I was disappointed, so satisfied myself with kissing his naked torso and tasting his sweat. One of his crew opened the door and in came two more men. The first I recognized, it was Oscar, the banger with the bull tattoo and a rough fucker. The first time he fucked me Santos said he was, “…a total culero, or someone who fucks the ass, and his dick is scarred and nasty from all the shit he’s got and he can’t wait to breed you.” The other I did not know, but we was one of the largest men I had seen here in prison, taller, thicker built, meaner looking if possible. Santos stood up, greeted both men, I downed the rest of the bottle knowing I would need it. Pulling his t-shirt off the back of the chair, Santos knelt beside me again and said, “Si Little Papi, you know how Oscar likes it. You will have my t-shirt over your face and do not touch him. I’ll be back in a while.” The room got much warmer as the liquor kicked fully in and my breath was stifled from the cotton shirt over my face. I heard the door open and close, the sound of clothes being taken off and some Spanish before a large hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward. I got on to my hands and knees and crawled a few feet on the concrete floor. One of the chairs was moved, then my head was lifted up a little as I was positioned between someone’s legs, the cotton t-shirt lifted slightly and a big, long dick slapped me in the face. I opened my mouth, the man laughed, and continued to swing his dick hard against my face, first one side, then the other. There was a slight gap where the t-shirt was over my eyes, so by looking down I could see the chair and his thick, muscled legs. Must be the new guy and I tilted my head to get a better look at the dick and him, but was slapped on the back of the head by Oscar, so put my head back down and left my mouth open as the new guy continued to slap my face with his big dick. He seemed to be about as big as Santos, and as thick as Oscar, so knew I would feel him for sure. The uneven texture of the concrete floor was like sandpaper on my knees, but I was afraid to say anything as he continued slapping my face and lips with his dick, each stroke harder than the last. When his cock was fully hard he pushed it into my waiting mouth and put his hand on the back of my head and made me try to swallow him whole. While Santos enjoyed the occasional rough throat fuck, he preferred my ass, most guys here seem to, so I had not had a lot of experience sucking dick lately, especially one so large, but I tried. He shifted his hips forward in the chair, I opened my jaws as wide as I could, and choked, gagged, and sniffled as he fed me his dick, which had clearly not been washed in many days and tasted like dirty ass, piss, stale cum, sweat, and who knew what else. As I was shifting the angle of my neck, Oscar kicked my legs apart, ran his thick fingers and up and down my slick crack, then jammed two of them in, pulled them out, then jammed in three, worked them around side to side, then pulled them out. Just like before, Oscar slam fucked me on his way in, any objection I had muffled by the new guy’s dick. Oscar went balls deep, forcing me wide open for his nasty dick, thrust several times, pulled out, stuck his fingers back in my hole and worked them around then slammed them back in opening my cum filled ass up just the way he wanted. I was so loaded with cum my hole made wet slurping sounds with every thrust and both men seemed to like that. While Oscar fucked, the new guy continued to work his dick down my throat, my spit and snot now coating him in a slimey layer, lubing his shaft while he held my head and pummeled my throat. I did not taste much of his load, but felt it hit the back of my throat when he shot. When he finished and pulled almost all the way out of my mouth, I sucked on his open slit and tasted his funky seed. He pushed my head off his dick as Oscar continued his fuck, my knees screaming, my hole begging for more. Oscar soon grabbed me hard, pulled me into him and shot his load up my ass, a bucket full of cum adding to the foul mix in my guts. Once every drop was inside me, Oscar yanked his dick out making me holler, they both laughed, and I was led back to the dirty mattress, shoved onto my stomach, and the new guy fumbled around trying to get his dick inside my freshly fucked hole. As big as his dick was and as open as my hole was, it should have been no problem, but he kept hitting too high, or two low, and I tried shifting my body to help, to no avail, Frustrated he finally got off, pulled me back onto my hands and knees and taking a page from the Oscar handbook on scarping guts, slam fucked me. He was way fucking bigger than Oscar and I tried to run, and as I did he just pushed me flat onto my stomach again, his weight dropping on me forcing his dick even further up my ass. The new guy adjusted himself, gyrated his hips to get a feel of my hole, then started slow, long, deep strokes making sure I had a chance to appreciate every inch of his dirty prison dick. He just laid on me, his hands and arms out to the side, the only thing moving was his dick and hips as he fucked me like he wanted. I was not sure where Oscar was and just focused on taking the dick. My ass continued to relax and open for the gut fucking and I also started flexing my hole as much as I could, milking his dick, pulling it in deeper, massaging the shaft with all the AIDs cum that had been planted there. When the new guy got close, he pushed himself onto his hands, angled up in my ass, and fucked fast and furious, his breath coming in short, shallow, bursts as he shot long, deep wads of cum into my ass. Once he finished, he yanked his dick and my ass felt so open now. I wanted more and started wiggling my ass, hoping they would take the invitation. They just laughed, one of them gently kicked me in the hips with a booted foot, and they left. I stayed on the mattress, face down, still hoping they – or someone – would fuck me. The door opened, I heard someone get undressed, felt someone begin to climb onto me, a large hand began to rub my head, “OH LITTLE PAPI, YOUR HOLE IS SO WET!!!” Santos said as he slid his dick into my hungry hole to feed me. Santos took his time and enjoyed adding his toxic cum to all the other loads. When we got home I really had to go let some of it out, but Santos asked me to hold it, as he loved going to sleep with his dick inside me and knowing I had all of those men inside me too just made his dick stay hard. Stay tuned for Chapter 9: My Bill to MS13 Comes Due – The Finale

Chapter 7: My Breeding Family in San Pedro Sula Prison - “Your ass is glistening from the cum and OH I CAN FEEL IT as I slide into you. Little Papi has been busy tonight I see,” Santos whispered into my right ear, “Oh Papi, that feels good. I wanted to be here to see you take their AIDs dicks so bad, but I think we will have time for that. For now Little Papi, be a good mujer and open those legs wide because I have some more cum to give you.” I had sealed our relationship with the three main gangs in the prison with my ass and their cum and Santos loved the fact that now that Erazo and Armando – Los Chicos from Control Machete – were going to be around, there was lots more dick for me to ride and cum to fill my ass for him to use as lube. The first order of business though was to tell Miguel about Los Chicos. I was not looking forward to that as I knew he may feel hurt, but Santos assured me it would be alright. “You know what this means?” Santos said as he lay with his still hard dick in my cum filled ass, “Miguel will need to fuck you too. I know you have kept him at a distance since he fucked you that first time, and that is my fault, but he does have a nice dick.” I tried to turn my head to look at Santos, still not quite believing he was OK with me being fucked so much by other dick, but he just held me tighter to him and said, “Mi mujer, you and I have already made Miguel part of our family, a little bit anyways, now it is time to decide. Do we make him a full member of our family, or do we leave him to the gangs? With all the dick you are going to have running through here, maybe time I find myself another wife to keep around instead.” I was crestfallen, my heart imploded, but I immediately realized he was right. Before I could say anything Santos pulled his dick out, rolled me onto my back, kissed me and said, “Oh mi mujer, no no no, I was only kidding. I told you before I wanted you to get fucked by other men, I LIKE THAT YOU TAKE THEIR CUM, and it does not change that you are still mine. Oh no, I don’t want another wife, you are the only one, cause frankly there is only room for one slutty parent in this fucked up little family we’re creating.” At that we both broke out laughing and then the words he said sank in, family. I looked into his eyes, saw he was being honest, and that he seemed happy. Santos’ lips covered mine, his tongue and wet kiss providing the final assurance I needed as my fears slipped away and he rolled me onto my stomach to deposit another load into my cummy ass. We sent word to Los Chicos to wait another day before coming back and the next morning at breakfast Santos and I asked Miguel if he would like to become an official part of our family, not as our son, more like Santos’ little brother, he would move upstairs with us into my old room, and he would get to fuck me if he wanted. Miguel’s confused happiness increased with that one and he wasted no time in asking when, while Santos and I both laughed. Then came the hard part. Los Chicos. Santos explained a bit about power, the importance of building alliances between the gangs, and sometimes you had to make things work even if you did not like it, and he was asking Miguel to help me in this and be a good little brother or hermano menor and that by the way, they would be fucking me too. Miguel’s smile left quickly on that, but Santos assured him that now as family, no one would replace him. Breakfast was finished, Santos left, and as Miguel sullenly began to help me clear the table I grabbed his hand and said, “Come on now, its been way too long since I had some of your dick little brother, do you want to fuck?” Miguel set the plates down and quickly followed me my bedroom and was soon balls deep up in my ass. He did not have the biggest dick in the prison, but it was nice and thick and he fucked with abandon. I let him fuck until he couldn’t fuck anymore, and got three loads out of him right in a row. A nice way to start the day. After we fucked, Miguel began asking me a million questions about what kind of business I wanted to do, and would we move to the country as a family, get a house, he always wanted to have a horse, he didn’t want a dog, what abut a cow, and on and on and on. It was cute to see him so excited, but I had few answers for him as I barely knew what tomorrow would bring. I let Miguel fuck me again that afternoon before sending him off to the Mercado to pick up some fruit for the next day, and to find some paper and pencils if he could for the school work I was going to do with him and Los Chicos. I had just started to make dinner and was finalizing the plans for the new business when I heard Santos coming up the stairs, his voice loud and angry, as he was speaking to someone in Spanish and I knew from the tone something had happened. When I got out into the room there was Santos holding Miguel by one arm and Miguel looking like he had been dragged through the streets, bloody and beaten. “What the fuck happened?” I asked. Santos snorted, let go of Miguel, sat at the table, lit up a cigarette, took a long drag and sighed. Miguel stood where he was looking sheepish, and I noticed several bruises and cuts on his face so grabbed a cloth, wet it, and went to look at him. Miguel flinched as I dabbed at his swelling face, his eyes cast to the floor. “Herman menor here decided he was now a big man,” Santos spat out, “The little shit – fucking mierdecilla – went and got himself into a fight right in the middle of the Mercado. Luckily my men were near by and broke it up before he got himself killed. I got to go now and deal with it.” Santos put out his cigarette and went down the stairs. Miguel did not move, so I made him sit in a chair as I finished cleaning his cuts and made him drink some liquor to take the edge off the pain. “Miguel, tell me what happened,” I asked. He just shook his head, so I said, “Don’t worry, you know Santos cares for you and that has not changed, he’s just worried that’s all. You’re our family now, we don’t want anything to happen to you.” Miguel stared at me with his gorgeous brown eyes, the tears began to run from the corners of his eyes as he said, “They said they wouldn’t sell me the paper, they said they would not sell to some fresa, they said……they said they were going to make sure that when Santos was not watching they would take care of me, and next, they would take care of you, and then they would slice up Santos like the bitch dog that he is.” I pulled Miguel close as his tears flowed freely now and told him everything would be OK. “Did you tell this to Santos,” I asked, “No? Good, don’t. I will handle this. Now tell me, who said this?” Miguel soon fell asleep in his new room, and I sent a message to the head of MS-13 that I needed to see him. I had three of Santos’ men escort me to the room where I had first Sagastume Fajardo, the palabreros or leader of MS-13, and had told the others that if Santos came back to just tell him I was checking on a supply order and would be right back. I never left our section of the prison, and knew he would be worried, but I had to risk it. The leader of MS-13 was waiting for me just inside the outer door, so I had my men wait as we went down the hall, into the room. He did not have a shirt on and the sweat coated his muscled torso and chest and I could not resist as I stepped close and licked his body to savor the taste of him and inhale his musky smell. The leader of MS-13 blew smoke into my face as he roughly grabbed my head and put my mouth over his right nipple, “Chew on that bitch, yes that’s it, my little white AIDs wife, I knew you would be missing me.” I hungrily ate on his nipple, my ass was getting wet and my mind began to fog over with nothing but thoughts of his gangbanger dick. No, I had to focus on the business at hand. “I need your help,” I said as I pulled away from his body and slid my hands up and down the front of pants, confirming he wanted me as much as I wanted him. The leader of MS-13 laughed and said, “Of course you do. Only MS-13 dick can give you what you truly want, what you truly need, ain’t that right fresa? Only MS-13 can fuck that pretty white culo the way it should be fucked.” I nodded, “That’s true, you know I am your AIDs wife, and love that my husband’s gang brother fucks me like he wants, and I will give it to you if you want it, but there is something else.” I told him about what had happened with Miguel, about what had been said, told him I was afraid for Miguel, for me, and for Santos, told him who had said it, and what my plan was. The leader of MS-13 lit a new cigarette, sat in one of the chairs, the wood creaking as he adjusted himself. “If I do this, if I do as you ask, what is in this for me? Hmmm? What does MS-13 get?” I had thought long and hard about that and told him what I was willing to offer. The gang leader casually rubbed his still hard dick through his jeans as he considered my offer. “OK, if I agree to this there are two conditions. First, mi hermano Santos will never know. This remains between us. I know he does not mind you fucking with other men, but this…..this I know he will not accept for reasons best left in the past. Comprende? Second, in addition to all you have offered – and trust me – my polla here more than accepts – you will pay in some other way in the future when I ask, no debate, whatever it is I want, you will do. Call it a bonus.” I nodded in agreement and it was time to seal the pact I had just made with the most dangerous man in San Pedro Sula Prison. I unbuttoned my pants, dropped them to the floor, stepped out of them, took off my t-shirt, walked over to the leader of MS-13, stuffed the t-shirt in my mouth, turned around, bent over, and spread my cheeks so he had a direct view of my ripe, pink hole. In a flash the leader of MS-13 had dropped his pants, his huge left hand covered my mouth ensuring the t-shirt did not get spit out, his right guided his mammoth dick to my waiting hole, and he ripped me open as he force fucked me. My cries were muffled in the shirt, but his grunts echoed along with the symphony of our bodies slamming together as I was bred by his infected raw dick. This was a pact made in blood and trust and was completed quickly as we both had places to be. As soon as he finished he pulled out, yanked the t-shirt out of my mouth, turned me around and let me clean his dick off as he said, “You have learned fast mi little AIDs mujer, but this is a dangerous game you play and there is no turning back now. Tomorrow it begins. Remember our terms.” I was home and in bed by the time Santos got back, so he never knew, but when I checked on Miguel he looked at me, smelled me, he could tell, so I let him work the gangbanger cum into my ass and add his own to the mix. I then had Miguel kneel behind me as I pushed the loads out of my ass and he lapped it up like the good little brother that he was. The next morning, Los Chicos arrived bright and early and the minute I saw Erazo and Armando again I got hard and wanted to get fucked. Santos laughed out loud at me as he knew that look, I lovingly slapped him on the arm and told him to be quiet as the boys sat at the table and joined us for breakfast. Miguel came out of his room, glared at Los Chicos, then sat beside me at the table. Things were a bit awkward and we ate mostly in silence except for Santos asking Los Chicos a few questions in Spanish. With breakfast finished, Santos said it was time for him and Miguel to go handle a few things, so they left, and I was alone with the boys. They were looking at me with what I hoped was horny eagerness, but first thing was first. I explained that each morning we would spend a little time studying math and English, and a little more time in the afternoons. In between we would work or whatever. Did they understand? Armando said, “Yes, I know,” and then spoke to Erazo who nodded. Armando then said, “Father tells us. He say school, work, and ummm,…how you say, make baby and we be your husband.” I laughed, Armando looked hurt, and I said, “No, I mean yes, yes, you are right. But I think you want the word ‘FUCK’, maybe we should start with that for your first lesson. Fuck, ass, dick, suck. And Santos is my husband, mi marido.” Sitting before me were two huge dicks that had never been tainted by rubber, never been anything but AIDs filled sperm injectors their whole lives. Fucking amazing. Fuck school, it was time to get dicked down by raw nasty meat! I motioned for Los Chicos to follow me to my bedroom. The A/C was off, the room was hot, but I wanted them sweaty and nasty and as soon as the door closed the boys were naked and trying to fill my holes. The boys were both amazing fucks, monster dicks, and shot bucket loads of cum, but while it was hot and nasty sex, having Armando cum in me while I looked at his clearly sick and infected body was beyond amazing! I was a bug chaser for sure. Los Chicos had finished pumping me full of their infected jizz and we were back in the main room cleaning up when Miguel came running up the stairs and breathlessly said, “In the Mercado, holy shit, the blood, the….they got them. They killed them.” Los Chicos did not need to hear anything more as they quickly ran down the stairs. Miguel then came close to me, looked around and whispered, “Did you? Did…..” I just smiled at him, grabbed him into a big hug and said, “No one threatens my family. No one. I told you I would handle it and remember, you are not alone now, so always come to us. Also, this is just between you and I OK little brother? We have to watch Santos’ back, but you know he would be mad if he knew, so don’t say a word.” Miguel’s eyes got wide as it all sunk in, he hugged me back, then ran down the stairs too. It appeared that five of the men that had worked for the owner of three of the shops in the Mercado had gotten into a dispute with him over wages, a fight had erupted and they all ended up dying from their wounds. Now it just so happened the owner and these men were the same ones who had threatened Miguel, and me and Santos, but only three people in the world knew that. The three shops were near the center of the market, and were part of the actual prison building with concrete block walls and metal doors, unlike the wood shanties that most of the shops were. El Capo, the boss, would now hold an auction and accept bids for these now ownerless spaces, which would then be approved by the heads of the three gangs. I needed space for my business, space just opened up, step one completed. Now on to step two. The next day started the same, an awkward breakfast, Santos left with Miguel, Los Chico fucked me full of cum, I worked with them on some English, then had them help with packing some of the drugs and other stuff on the second floor before lunch, they fucked me again, and was getting ready to start another English lesson when one of Santos’ enforcers came upstairs and told me everything was ready. I asked him to explain to Los Chicos in Spanish what I needed, they were clearly excited, and soon we were being escorted by five of the enforcers back to the room in which I first met Santos. I had been in San Pedro Sula Prison for months now, at first not by choice, but now….now I was here because there was no place else in the world I wanted to be. This was home, this was my family, this was my life. It was time to make life better and even though it may be a high price to pay in the end, the next part of the plan was ready. We entered the room and there was a prison guard waiting. I did not recognize him, but he knew me as he smiled and nodded and I realized he must have been of the guards who had fucked me that first day. Los Chicos and the enforcers were clearly uncomfortable being around a guard, but I told them to chill and wait and I went and spoke to the guard so no one else could hear. I told him I would love to see him and his friends again, loved being fucked by them, and appreciated his help making this happen. He instinctively rubbed his crotch and I made a mental note to work that angle. While I did not smoke, I always carried a pack and offered him one. The guard was part way done smoking when the door to guard controlled area of the prison opened up and a man was pushed in. “Hello Humberto,” I said. Humberto looked around the room in confusion and fear. He clearly did not know what was going on between the guard, the prisoners, the five prisoners with guns, Los Chicos, and then he looked at me again and his knees gave way a little bit. “Ah, I see you remember me,” I said as I walked up to him and stood in his personal space. Humberto was sweating, shaking, and his head was moving side to side like a guppy fish that knew a shark was about to attack. I nodded at the guard who went and stood by the door, his gun at the ready, making Humberto flinch and shake all the more. “It has been a while since I saw you Humberto, you’re looking good,” I patted his stomach as I stepped to his other side, his eyes flitting to follow me, “I see all the money you stole from me has fattened you up. Plus whatever money you got for leaving me here, but that is all past us now, yes? Let’s move on. I have a business proposition for you Humberto. I’m opening a new store and I need a steady supply of goods and you are just the man to get them for me. As the concierge of one of the nicest hotels in the city, and with the folks you know at the other hotels, this will be no problem. I am also a fair man, and will pay you a fair price for what I want and you can continue to get fat and grow old in peace. So, here’s the deal. Every Monday morning you will make a delivery to my boys here.” I paused, pointed to Los Chicos so he could get a good look at them. “You will deliver those little hotel shampoos and soaps and a few towels and little liquor bottles and whatever else I ask for. Comprende? Most of the men here cannot afford the big bottles of such things that are sold in the Mercado, but the little bottles like they have in hotels, aha! That my friend, that anyone here can afford if they want. But don’t worry, I know you cannot steal all of this from just your hotel, no no no, that is why you will work with your friends at other hotels too, see? It is all so easy.” Humberto was really sweating now and shaking his head side to side so I stepped closer and said, “Humberto, mi amigo, let me be clear, you have no choice. YOU WILL do this, and you will give me the names of other people in other hotels who will supply me too. I cannot just rely on you, you are a snake, and what if you get his by a bus? Or killed? What would I do? Oh and one more thing. You owe me $5,000 cash and you have 24-hours to get it to me. That will cover what you stole from me, what you made off this little deal, and interest. Understand?” Humberto finally found his voice, shook his head, spit at me and said, “Fuck you. Dumb ass gringo, you deserve to be in here with these…these….peasants!” I shook my head, stepped back, as the enforcers anxiously shifted their guns and Los Chicos snarled. The tension in the room was sliced open when the door to our area suddenly slammed opened, a shirtless gangbanger with a big MS-13 tattoo on his chest walked in and strutted up to Humberto, grabbed his head, and whispered in his ear, then strutted back out. Humberto was shaking really bad now as I wondered what that was about. “Uh…anything you want…OK…I…..just….ca..ca..call me at the hotel, here you ca…ca…can use my cell phone. No problem,” Humberto stammered out, spit flying from his mouth. I stepped back up to him and said, “Good, thanks for the phone, and glad we could come to an understanding. I’ll be in touch and you had better hope you never see me again. But you will be seeing lots of my boys here, every week at least and if you miss one delivery……..” As I left the room, knowing the deal was done, Humberto’s screams ricocheted off the prison walls as Los Chicos and two of the enforcers rape fucked Humberto ensuring that there was another AIDs filled dick out in the city passing along the bug. Part two of my plan was complete. I will have cash on hand to make a bid for the stores. I have secured a supply chain for goods to sell. More importantly, I have my revenge and Los Chicos got to convert a new ass. Not a bad day so far. Time to start planning how I pay my tab to MS-13. That night as I went to sleep with Santos fucking me raw and breeding me with his load, he asked me to tell him how much I wanted his AIDs, and how I wanted to be fucked by the most infected men around. The dirty talk always turned to more as I realized how much that turned me on. Men who were ill looking, had lesions or infections and told me they had AIDs, made me such a pig and I wanted all of their dick, cum, spit, and more!!! My secret was I knew I would soon get more AIDs dick then I ever thought possible. My bill to MS-13 was coming due soon, I hope Santos would never find out the price I paid.

I got my last load in my mouth this morning from my brother's cock.

Last Thurs at CODE and the Eagle NYC. Was in the bathroom sucking dick and one guy asked if he could fuck my hole - so i dropped my pants, huffed my poppers and took his cock (no lube, just spit). He pounded my hole and i heard him ask if he could shoot inside, i responded my grabbing his hips and pulling him further in my ass. That did the trick! After he pulled out another guy stepped up and started fucking me, i huffed my poppers and took it like a champ. While he was fucking me they came in and broke up the fun, he started POUNDING my hole, shot his load zipped up and left. Needless to say i was the last to stumble out of the mens room.

Sunday afternoon. Answered a few craigslist ads the only one that responded back with an actual address was a couple north of town. It was a 45 minute drive but worth it. One daddy, one jock, two raw cocks 5 loads when it was over.

I got 5 loads last night at Slammers in Ft. Lauderdale! First one was almost as soon as I walked in the door by this TOTALLY hot top! Took a load in the mouth in addition to the 5 in my ass!

I got mine 2 wks ago. My first load in me cause I usually top. But met this hot guy off CL , he couldn't host se we used the mens bathroom at my clubhouse. He didn't rim me, just spit finger me and pushed inside. I got used to it since I'm VERY tight and he pumped away and asked if I wanted his load I said fuck yeah I want your load. Give it to me and he did. Now I'm cum crazy, always home alone and really wanna host orgies or gangbangs but no such luck in michigan. Can't wait to get loaded and load guys back in nyc

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

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