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I woke up some time later, looking around. I was still naked and in my dads room. 'Must've been a dream...' I thought as I went to rub my head, which was pounding. The only thing is... I couldn't move. My hands and ankles were tied to the posts tightly. I began to pull, trying to get free, when I heard large footsteps coming up to his room, followed by a chuckle. "Glad to see you awake boy. This wouldn't be fun if I couldn't hear ya' scream." - my eyes widened as I looked back, seeing my fathers frame filling the door way. "D.. Dad I.. Change-.." "Shut up! I told you that you were going to regret it, right? And you will." He walked towards the bed, the door slamming shut. I could feel him on the bed now, in between my legs. I twitched as he touched my ass, spreading it to present him my tight, puckered hole. He must've liked what he saw because I heard a low, bellowing growl. I could hear him gurgling and snorting, shooting a large amount of what I found out later was spit and phlegm. It felt cold and made my face flush for a second, before I could feel one of his thick fingers shove into my hole. My whom body burnt and I let out a yelp. "Take it out!.. Take it.. Ahhh!" I could feel him working his finger in and out. His nails sharp on my walls. His other hand came down on my ass, making me groan. "Shut it boy. I've just gotten started.." He pulled his finger out of my ass, feeling blood trickle down onto my scrotum. "I.. I'm bleeding!" I said, looking back. Oh, how I wish I didn't. He licked his finger hungrily and chuckled at my surprise. His cock was outstretched from his crotch area. It looked longer than mine, and thicker than a coke can. "Hmmm.. Nothin' tastes better than a virgins pussy."

AIDS APOCALYPSE - It’s a Brave New World: An apocalypse, translated literally from Greek, is a disclosure of knowledge, a lifting of the veil or revelation, or a disclosure of something hidden. Funny thing to being thinking about when my ass is being pummeled beyond all comprehension, but this is what I had always hoped for, a true out of body fuck and I found it when my world ended. Like many other things, modern media and entertainment has somewhat corrupted the meaning of apocalypse to refer to a great catastrophe or the end of times and if you believed the news headlines that started appearing about 28 months ago, you might have thought that was the case: ZOMBIES LIVE! - Exclaimed the tabloids NEW PLAGUE RAVAGES EAST COAST – Cried the newspapers GAY VIRUS WILL KILL US ALL!! – Heralded the conservative news stations Well, they were all true – sort of. It happened fast, quick, and spread like a wildfire through the dry brush of a California hill side. The AIDS virus we had all come to know and love had mutated far beyond anything before. Why? The Centers for Disease Control (CDC) – who by the way mainly runs the government now – have debunked the wilder theories (lets just say pets were involved), and have stated it was a combination of viral resistance, greedy drug companies making short cuts in the drug formulas, and climate change. Yes climate change. Apparently there are all kinds of nasty bugs, critters, and viruses that were embedded in the permafrost along with those poor wooly mammoths and low and behold one of them was an ancient form of the AIDS virus. Somewhere, somehow, that ancient bug revived, bred with its modern descendant, and all hell broke loose. The AZTs as we all call it – AIDS ZOMBIFICATION TROUBLES – brought the world’s governments together in a way nothing else ever had. The CDC has given it some fancy, long, name, but AZTs stuck and with it, our world changed: · The new AIDs virus can live outside the body longer than science still says is possible – but it does. · It can infect its new host by touching the same thing they touched – you don’t need to take their bodily fluids anymore – but of course that’ll do you in for sure. · For a lot of people, the virus hits hard, fast, and the progression from healthy to sick and wasted is months, not years. · For others – the AZTers – the virus leaves them less than normal, less than human, more zombieish. Oh they don’t eat brains or rampage like dumb monsters, but to society they are monsters still the same. · AZTers survive the initial infection onslaught, their eyes turn completely white, they have heightened senses, they often lose all their hair and pigment to their skin, their bodies waste down, they get lesions, their minds are generally intact, and they are all driven to never-known heights of sexual need and intensity. Reports of rapes exploded. · In many ways AZTers become physically stronger, their bodies can change in appearance as bone growth is spurred or other body parts change. The virus does not waste them away to nothing as it wants to live and reproduce so it changes their bodies to be the strongest infection vectors that it can and flushes away what it deems unnecessary. o One of the rumors was that the Army started this whole shit storm trying to make a super soldier. Someone who was stronger, with inhuman stamina, size, and more. o Another urban legend was that some AZTers had sexual organs far bigger than any other human. · There is no cure. Scary shit right? Well you can imagine how the Puritanistic leaders of the world reacted to all this. All newly infected people are forced into large, medical quarantine zones. Those that live to become AZTers, the chronic survivors, are herded into special centers. They are cared for, sure, but as they are still infectious they are isolated from the rest of the world. Drugged, imprisoned, hated by the entire world. Rumors abound that in some places, they are actually killed. For the rest of us life is not much better. · All internet hook up sites have been banned, shut down, and terminated. · Even talking about unprotected sex can get your reported and being caught will get you arrested. · The government is so far up our asses they know when you shit. · If you were known to be already HIV POZ you were tagged and watched extra carefully as you were seen as a high-risk/likely conversion. · Everyone must report in to their neighborhood clinic once per week for the standard AZT check. · Bars have mostly closed, people don’t go to theaters anymore, flying on a plane or other public transportation is done as little as possible and with masks, gloves, and minimal human contact. Three months ago the CDC announced to the world they had developed an AZT-Prep treatment. In record time, the government said they had developed a way to prevent infection – well most of the time as there were still reports of people who seroconvert or just get infected for no known reason. Nothing is 100%. All the rules are still in place, but now there is hope, hope that maybe one day we can fuck like we used to. In the meantime, I learned to chase the rumors of a darker world, a world where raw dick was still available, and the risk was beyond anything experienced before. From the beginning there had been faint rumors and furtive whispers of places where dark desires could be met. That the government was not telling us the truth. That AZTers were not infectious at all. That taboo exploration of sexual boundaries still existed. I was a dedicated cum hound, bug chaser, and bareback dick fiend, and determined to find out. My first break came three weeks ago. I ran into an old fuck buddy on the street. Ron was about my age, taller and bigger than me, white, handsome, with a nice 9-inch dick. He had been married when we first met and I was one of his secret bottom buddies that he would sneak away from the wife and kids to fuck raw. Nice dick, rough fucker, and always big loads. Ron seemed real down and I quickly learned his wife had converted early in the outbreak, his kids had been sent to live with their grandparents, and he blamed himself. I invited him back to my apartment figuring a drink would cheer him up. We had barely got in the door when Ron started pawing at my ass saying, “I NEED TO FUCK YOU!” The more I pushed him away, the more aggressive he became. “STOP!” I said, “We can’t. You know the risk.” Ron also knew what a slut I was for his dick so instead of arguing with me he roughly pushed me back as he guarded the door, quickly stripped out of his clothes and then pounced. Ron’s hard dick was like a club as he used his legs and hands to pin me to the floor and hold me while yanking my pants down. “I KNOW YOU WANT MY CUM. YOU ALWAYS WANTED MY CUM YOU LITTLE FUCKER!” Ron growled as he got into position and fumbled around trying to find my ass hole. I had not been fucked since the outbreak started and cried out as Ron used all his force to rip my hole open. “MAYBE I TURNED MY WIFE, MAYBE I DIDN’T, BUT I DON’T FUCKING CARE ANYMORE. NOBODY CARES ANYMORE. LIFE HAS GONE TO SHIT. NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKE MY BIG RAW DICK,” Ron panted as he slammed in and out of my bloody ass. I whimpered and mumbled through the pain and the fear. What if he had turned his wife? What if he was infected? What if the AZT-Prep didn’t work? What if…what if…? Then, as the heat of Ron’s body radiated against my back and his dick took what he needed, my ass relaxed, and I remembered how fucking good being filled felt and how much I needed that. I lifted my hips a little to meet Ron’s thrust. He paused, chuckled, “YOU FUCKING BUG CHASING BOTTOM. I KNEW IT. WHAT WAS ALL THIS ‘NO STOP’ SHIT ABOUT THEN ANYWAYS? GET THE FUCK UP. BEND OVER THE CHAIR AND LET ME DICK THAT ASS DOWN.” Three strokes in and I was all his, begging for it, “PLEASE CHARGE ME UP. INFECT ME LIKE YOU DID YOUR WIFE. GIVE ME YOUR DIRTY CUM RON, GIVE IT TO ME.” All of Ron’s fear, anger, loss, desire, and need came out as he ravaged my ass and shifted from being the tender lover, to brutal rapist, and back. Multiple loads later he was finally sated and just before he opened the door to leave he warned, “Not one fucking word about this. You have more to lose than I do.” I shivered, closed the door, and ran to the bedroom where I quickly jerked off using some of the cum and juice from my ass to lube my hand. God damn that felt good. Feeling raw dick again and the risk – holy shit! What was I thinking? Just the thought of taking his ‘maybe-AZT’ dick kept me rock hard even after I shot. My mind was consumed, playing it over and over again. I was hooked. I didn’t have to wait long. I had barely been home from work 10 minutes the following day when there was a pounding at my door. My heart leapt, my fear spiked, “Fuck, did the government find out?” I cautiously stepped into the hall and braced myself as I leaned forward and looked through the peephole. It was Ron. I let out a big sigh, unfastened the chain, deadbolt, and got pushed back as he stepped in, grabbed me, clamped his hand over my mouth and made room for another man. Ron’s guest proceeded to kick his shoes off and pull his pants down as Ron asked, “Where you want him?” Without a pause the man said, “I’LL FUCK HIM RIGHT HERE. I CAN’T WAIT.” Ron slapped my face hard, “Not a fucking sound,” he said as he pulled my t-shirt off over my head while his friend undid my pants and let them fall. His friend then literally picked me up, my legs dangling as the pants fell, set me back down, then pushed me face first into the wall with his left hand covering my mouth and face. This guy was a good deal bigger than Ron and manhandled me with ease. His dark shadow fell against the wall as he pushed his spit covered dick into my ass. “MY BUDDY RON HERE TELLS ME YOU GOT SOME GOOD RAW PUSSY HOLE. THAT YOU’RE A WILD ONE. WILLING TO PLAY BUG ROULETTE. GOOD.” “COME ON CJ, BOUNCE IN THAT ASS,” Ron urged. After the initial forced fuck in the hall, CJ – I don’t know if that was his name, nickname, or what, but that’s what Ron called him – had dragged me into the bedroom, threw me up on the bed, climbed up, lifted my legs up and back so they were held in place by his thighs as he leaned over me and dropped his big 10+incher balls deep. CJ would raise on his tip toes and using the bounce in the bed kept trying to jump further and further into my now opened ass. I rested my hands on his massive shoulders even though I was tempted to pull at the t-shirt they had wrapped and tied over my head. I had complained about taking his raw dick and after a few slaps from CJ did not quiet me, he barked he did not want to hear my mouth, see my face, and was just going to use me as the cum bucket I was. In the old days, before the AZT apocalypse, CJ would have been the sort of breeder I chased. Tall, black, handsome, buff, and a dick of death – which these days could be literal. “TELL ME YOU WANT SOME AZT CUM, TELL ME YOU WANT ME to BREED YOU LIKE A ZOMBIE BITCH. SPEAK NOW LITTLE FUCKER. I ALREADY CONVERTED A COUPLE BITCHES LIKE YOU. IT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR LETTING ME IN THAT HOLE. ONCE I AM IN SIGN THE FUCKING DEATH CERTIFICATE. YOUR’E DONE. HA HA HA – YEAH FEEL YOU SHAKING AND QUIVERING NOW. YOU BEST BE SCARED LITTLE DICK-TEASE SHIT. NO RUNNING FROM MY DYNAMITE DEATH STICK, FUCK WHO KNOWS, MAYBE I STILL GOT SOME OF THAT AZTER PUSSY JUICE ON MY DICK FROM THE HOOKER I PAID FOR THE OTHER DAY,” CJ boasted. WTF? My mind was on overload right then, but my ass – fucking betraying ass – was opening up like a can of tuna and urging CJ on for his chunky mayo. Ron and CJ took turns fucking me for the next few hours – rapist tag team – before finally leaving me to get some rest. My ass throbbed, hurt, was swollen, but filled with cum and I sang HALLELUJAH on the inside as my cum pig self had been fed. Almost every night for the next two weeks was the same. Ron, CJ, or usually both would show up my door and take turns forcing their dicks in me. Neither one wanted love, affection, or a partner. This was all about power, the taboo thrill, and the feeling of strength they got from dominating me when everything else in the world around them was out of their control. I did ask CJ about his comment about fucking an AZTer and he said it was true. For enough money, there were a few, select places in the area where they had AZTer prostitutes chained to beds for those willing to live on the edge. Four days ago when Ron showed up he had someone new with him. This guy was about CJ’s size, but older, buzz cut, graying on the sides, big cigar in his mouth. Ron nervously introduced him as “Colonel”, set a leather tote on the floor in the hall and left. My mind screamed, ‘GOVERNMENT – RUN, RUN..’ but then I figured if I had been reported, they would have sent the medical SWAT team, not some big daddy bear looking all relaxed. I tried to make small talk but the Colonel just eyed me up and down, shook his head, picked up the leather tote and walked into my bedroom. I followed and watched curiously as he unpacked a long leather strap that had four cuffs spaced evenly along it’s length. “Get on the bed, face that way, right leg here, left leg there,” the Colonel ordered. I stripped and did as I was told. I was doggy style with my ass facing him as the Colonel cinched first my right ankle, then my left into the outer leather cuffs and cinched the buckle tight. “Put your face down and reach back between your legs with both hands,” he ordered next. It took me a second to get that position right as it was a bit unnatural, but when I finally contorted myself like a Christmas ham, he secured my wrists in the middle two leather cuffs and looped a small chain through metal links at the top of each cuff, which he secured with a brass lock. I could hear him getting undressed now, felt his warm hands on my ass, felt his finger at my hole, prodding, exploring, teasing, marking it as his. “HOW MANY RAW DICKS HAVE YOU TAKEN SINCE THE OUTBREAK,” the Colonel asked, “ONLY TWO? I CHECKED YOUR RECORDS. YOU REPORTED NONE. OF COURSE HE TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL. RON IS A SNEAKY SON-OF-A-BITCH LIKE THAT. SO RON AND CJ? HOW MANY TIMES DID THEY FUCK RAW? DID YOU LIKE IT? ANSWER ME TRUTHFULLY NOW? I CAN TELL YOU DID FROM THE WAY YOUR HOLE SQUEEZES MY FINGER WHEN I ASK.” The Colonel went on, “I DISCOVERED RON’S LITTLE PROCLIVITIES HERE QUITE BY ACCIDENT. NO...NO…DON’T WORRY, NO ONE ELSE KNOWS – YET. HE CONFESSED HE RAPED YOU AND YOU TRIED TO STOP HIM. IS THAT TRUE? YOUR ASS TELLS ME OTHER WISE. YOUR ASS IS SAYING YOU BEGGED FOR IT, PLEADED FOR IT, WANTED IT DIDN’T YOU? YOU WANT ME TO RAPE IT TOO? FUCK YOU RAW? BLOODY THAT HOLE UP SO YOU MIGHT CATCH SOME AZT FLOATER OUT THERE? MAYBE THE SHIT’S AIRBORNE NOW. MAYBE IT’S ON MY CLOTHES JUST WAITING FOR A WARM BODY TO GROW IN. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? NO…TOO FUCKING BAD.” I cried out as the Colonel pushed his big dick into me and he was just as long and even thicker than CJ. Strapped like I was I could not run, move, or do anything except take it and man did the Colonel give it to me. It wasn’t long before my ass took over and I was overwhelmed with sexual bliss and the joy of big, raw dick. I couldn’t help it at that point and began to beg, “GIVE ME SOME AZT DICK, POZ UP MY HOLE, BREED ME WITH DIRTY CUM, RAPE IT HARDER! HARDER! I WANT SOME MONSTER DICK TO FUCK ME – FUCK ME WITH YOUR CUM.” The dirtier I talked, the harder the Colonel’s dick got and the harder he fucked me. When I pleaded, “MAKE ME YOUR AZT CUM CUMP, FILL MY GUTS WITH YOUR VIRUS!” the Colonel’s balls pulled up high and tight and he dropped a tanker truck full of nutt inside me. The Colonel was barely out of breath as he finished up, pulled his raw dick out, methodically unchained me and got dressed. I started to put my own clothes on but he said, “No,” without any further explanation. Naked, I followed him to the door, he relit his cigar, smiled, and said, “18:00 tomorrow. Be ready,” opened the door and said to Ron and CJ who were standing in the hall, “He’s all yours.” I was not expecting that, and they wasted no time taking turns slamming my ass and forcing the Colonel’s load deeper. The next two nights were the same thing. The Colonel shows up. Straps me down. Rapes my hole while I tell him how taboo I want to be, how violated I need to be, how I need to be an AZTer’s whore thing to fuck and use. He dumps his nutt, leaves, and Ron and CJ step in. But last night before the Colonel left he said, “Tomorrow I will be sending a car for you. I want to meet you at my house as I have something special planned.” I was nervous and excited and right at 18:00 (6:00 p.m.) a black sedan pulled up in front of my building, a mini-Colonel look-alike steps out, opens the door for me, and we drive away. We head east out of the city, cross the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, and enter the realm of the Eastern Shore of Maryland. I recognized the scenery as we neared the Wye River Plantation and several miles later we turned down a long, private, tree lined drive and as the large metal gate closed behind us I thought, “Damn, the Colonel has not done bad for himself.” The car stopped in front of a stately, old brick manor house and the Colonel met me at the door. No on else seemed to be around and as soon as the door closed the Colonel had me on my knees choking on his pulsing dick while he barked orders and smoked his cigar. I licked my lips to get any stray drops of cum after he shot load number one down my throat and followed him into a den where several TV monitors were playing various types of porn. In the middle of the oversized Oriental carpet, was a padded bench. “Assume the position,” the Colonel ordered. Over the next 90 minutes, the Colonel raped my ass twice and loaded me with his cum. I was well trained now and the restraints were not needed as I willingly let him use my ass how he wanted. With a robe wrapped around his waist and me still naked, the Colonel clamped his right hand around the back of my neck and paraded me up the grand stairs. Down a long hall we walked without a word. We turned and entered the eastern wing of the home. The Colonel said in a quiet and determined voice, “Go through that door. Close it tight behind you. I need just a moment to prepare.” I figured whatever kinky shit he was trying to set up was good with me. Maybe he was going to have the driver fuck me? I hoped so, he was sort of cute. I walked through the doorway and pushed the solid door shut behind me and was startled by a hiss and a mechanical sound. I nervously looked around and noticed that by the doors were strange electrical panels with cameras and key pads, and then cameras in all four corners of the room by the ceiling with blinking little green lights. Another hiss and I suddenly felt like I couldn’t breath, but that quickly passed and my attention was drawn to the far wall as a new door opened. I stepped through, and found myself in a large, sparse, medical looking room with an exam table, cabinets, monitors, and more. My throat got dry and I felt suddenly afraid, but through a door to the right I saw a spacious, well appointed bathroom. The marble floor was cold against my feet as I walked through the bathroom and into the space beyond. It was a large living area that looked like it took up the entire wing of the house on this level and in front of the fire place, just like downstairs, was a large padded bench. This one was higher and wider than the one downstairs, but otherwise the same. I jumped as the Colonel’s voice came from nowhere, “ASSUME THE POSITION,” he ordered. I looked around and did not see him. There were cameras in here too so clearly he was watching me and was speaking over an intercom of some sort. I got on my hands and knees and waited, my head swinging side to side, and the little hairs on the back of my neck standing up straight, confirming something was not right. Heavy padded footfalls sounded behind me, partnered with deep breathing and …sniffing? I SLID OFF THE BENCH AND STOOD UP AND TURNED AND CAME TO FACE WITH AN AZTER! HOLY FUCK! A REAL LIFE AIDS ZOMBIE!! I HAD SEEN PICTURES ON THE NEWS AND SHIT, BUT NEVER ONE IN REAL LIFE. OH MY GOD! I HAD TO RUN!! The Colonel’s voice filled the room again from speakers unseen, “This is my son Nelson. As you can see he has, shall we say paid the price for his proclivities. Luckily, my position affords me certain rights and luxuries others do not share and while I have done my best to ensure my beloved son wants for nothing, there are some things a father just cannot provide. That’s where you come in. I believe Nelson will be much happier now that he has someone to – shall we say – share his gifts with, or more bluntly, a fucking bug chasing whore like you who craves and desires to be used by the biggest, deadliest dicks, around.” I stood stunned as I looked at Nelson, trying to take in the Colonel’s words while studying the monster before me. The AZTer took a step towards me, sniffed the air several times, the musk of his father’s cum fresh on my body, and he smiled. His milky eyes looked me up and down, his elongated limbs twitched, and the elephantine penis that stretched between his legs pulsed with the rush of fresh blood and a literal stream of infected precum poured out of the flared head. Nelson took another step towards me, his dick stiffened more, he held out a clawed hand and said, “Welcome to my home.” The fact the AZTer could see me, and that he could speak, added to my mind fuck, but I had no time then to ponder it further as Nelson snatched me up like some Raggedy Andy and threw me onto the padded bench. Nelson’s AZT dick had some features unlike other humans – or maybe any other species for that matter. While his size was a definite problem, his constant precum was silicon’like and provided great lubrication as he forced himself in me, for which I was thankful. It was not until a long time later, during his never-ending rape fuck of my ass in which I was pummeled into oblivion and in and out consciousness, that I felt it. I had heard someplace, at sometime, that you can’t really feel things in your guts as you have no nerves. Not true. About 30 minutes before Nelson conveyed his first poisonous load deep, deep inside me, small little barbs flared out from the ridge of his dick head and began slicing and dicing my gut lining. The closer he got to cumming, the deeper they went. Not enough to kill or maim. No. This virus knew what it was doing. What it wanted. And right that minute what it wanted more than anything was to bury itself deep inside my body and forever mark me as the bug receptacle that I am.

Hello! This is my first post of a fantasy I've been thinking about, and I really hope that you guys enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. It's just been my father and me since I was six, my dope-headed mother having gone off the rails and left us. I haven't spoken to her since and couldn't care less. Her absence meant I had a lot of time to spend with my father, who I guess I had adored for years. He certainly was my hero as I grew-up. When I was 16 he came out to me. I guess he'd thought I would hate him for it, because he began to cry. That shocked me more than the fact that he was gay. You see, standing at six foot six inches, and two hundred and thirty pounds of steel muscle, he towered over me. Still, his being gay didn't really bother me. What did bother me was eventually he started bringing home these - hmm - little twink faggots. They really irked my nerves, so I started going to a local gym so I could escape seeing them, and after two years of intense training, my body was sculptured magnificently. I noticed that I started to look like Dad, even if I didn't have his salt and pepper beard and even if I was four inches shorter than he. After the gym one night, I came home and crossed paths with one of Dad's fuck toys. The guy was crying, so of course, my curiosity was peaked as I had never seen my father angry or hurt anyone. In fact, I thought of the two of us as two gentle giants. But I guess I was wrong. I walked into his room, where he was putting on his pants, I could feel the negative energy in the room. So much so, it burnt my exposed skin. "Hey old man.. What's up?" I must have startled him because he jumped a bit, shaking his head. "I'd rather not talk about it, Justin." That really had caught me off guard. We never kept anything from each other. Even our sexual escapades were talker about. I let out a deep sigh and nodded. "I'll be in my room if you need me.. Knock before." I headed towards my room and closed the door, stripping down. I began to rub my body, grasping my nine inch cock, a great gift I had received from him, thinking to myself 'Finally I get to enjoy myself'. Sitting on my bed, I began to stroke my cock, tugging on my pair of low hangers. I closed my eyes and pictured me blowing some girl with whom I had gone to high school. Then something caught my eye. My underwear drawer was wide open. I slowly stopped pleasuring myself, stood up and walked over to take a look. Nothing seemed to be missing, so I shut it and went back to my bed, deciding I needed porn to get the job finished. I puller out my laptop and went to the history and was shocked to see what I found. Titles like 'Dad and Son Fucking Raw'. My mind raced when I seen that, but still I felt compelled to 'start'. When the porno started, it looked pretty vintage. A man entered a bedroom to discover his son still in bed late in the afternoon. A look of disgust and disdain crossed his face, and he grabbed a belt and started thrashing his son, shouting at him to "Wake the fuck up!" and calling him a disgrace. I felt like I didn't want to watch, but my libido must have been clouded because my cock throbbed. I wanted to be that boy - somehow I found myself wanting to be disciplined by my Dad. I continued to watch as the man yanked the blanket off of his son, revealing his naked frame with welts and bruises from past beatings. He grabbed the boy by the hair and started to rub his face into his cock, making his face smell of his musk. I couldn't handle it at that point. I had just blown my load and started to pant. I didn't even remember touching myself.. It had unleashed a beast in me and it needed out. I knew that tomorrow, after he got off of work, I needed to see my Dad.

Last night. Went over to a regular buddy's house and messed around for a while and left with his load up my ass. Before I did, checked to see if I could find another hookup because I wanted to seed. The poz twink I've been seeing was on Grindr and looking, so messaged him and headed over. He gave me his load and I fucked him as well. He was pre-loaded like me, which we both found hot.

The rest of the night was pretty awkward. My dad and I both stayed in our rooms and I tossed and turned in my sleep, thinking of what I was going to do. I got up around twelve in the afternoon and starter to explore the house, my dad no where in sight. I let out a sigh of relief as I poured me a bowl of cereal, watched some television, and showered. The whole time, images of what I had seen came back to me until... Until I just couldn't take it anymore. I walked to my dads room, getting into his bed naked and on my knees. I picked up my cell and texted him. "Hey dad.. One of your boys are here.. I sent them to your room." I looked down at it and waited for his reply. He just sent "Alright, be there in ten minutes." My heart felt heavy and I started to breathe hard, but I still didn't move. About ten minutes had passed when my ears twitched, hearing his truck door slam shut. I looked down and noticed that my cock had began to grow and leak pre. I knew there was no going back now. First the door to the living room. Then the hard steps of his boots, hitting against the hard wood. Hearing him climb each step. Each one making my heart skip. My eyes fixated on the doorknob of his room, seeing it turn and open. "What the fuck..." His deep, scruff voice echoed through the room. All I could do was look down and shake lightly. I could feel his eyes on me, full of shock, disgust, hate, and lust. He approached me slowly, I looked up from his bed, now noticing how broad and thick his chest was. "I.. I'm sorry.. Dad-.." He didn't give me a chance to speak, wrapping his large hand around my neck. A sick, twisted grin on his face that I had never seen before. "You're going to regret this boy." Was the last I heard from my father before I passed out.

The first 16 Chapters of this story can be found here: https://breeding.zone/topic/34088-codys-return/page-1 Hey guys... I'm so fucking horny right now writing this.. I need poz cock bad. Hope you like it. CHAPTER 17: Cod: “Oohhhh fuck… ohhhhhh fuck,…” "Fuck yeah, you love that poz cock huh?” Adam really knew how to hit all the right spots deep, deep inside my tight ass with that steel girder of a cock. HIV+ or not, I love being a total slut to cock and I really love feeling his bare cock fucking me. “Fuck me Adam!” “Gonna breed you so deep Cody. You ready to take another big load from me?” “FUCK yea I am.” Adam was deep-dicking me so well, prodding his bare cock against my boy button, and I knew at any moment he would pump another big load of his poz sperm inside my body. I was beyond caring: my head should have been screaming 'WTF?', but my cock didn't lie – it was hard as granite. I felt the need to tease him though, push him over the edge, and get that big load of boy batter. “Fuck you’re so hot Cod," “You too! You like my wet ass?” "Yeah, I do. Love it. Who's cum is in there?” “That’s my Dad’s." “Yeah?” “Yeah. He breeds me every day... well, nearly every day.” “He poz? Too?” “No. I mean.. I don’t know, I don’t think so, although he did say we need to get tested at some point, but…. Ohhhhhh fuck… right there… oh fuck Adam!” “Yeah, you like my big cock hitting that spot." [Grunting] "Take it boy!“ With this Adam picked-up the pace and was seriously banging my ass. I could actually hear and feel his sweaty nut sac smacking against my cheeks. I wanted his cock and cum so bad. I must have been in heat for it. “Give it to me Adam! FUCKING BREED ME!” “Yeah ... boy, I’m real close.. I’m gonna fill that ass with another big load of my POZ cum.” "Fuckin' hot!" "Haven’t had anyone tell me I’m pozzed him," Adam remarked. Somehow I found his admission oddly satisfying. 'Who knows', I thought in a flash, 'maybe this will be a first'. Then it happened. “FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!! Cuuuuuu…. Ohhhh fuck… oh fuckk Co’… cummmmmmmming”, and I knew he was pumping his big load of poz funk into my hole. Adam finally relaxed, thoroughly out of breath and equally sweaty. He lay down on top of me, kissing me, and asked simply “Good?” “Oh hell yeah... Always good!”. I kissed him with renewed energy, just to demonstrate how much I enjoyed his cock, but I gently added “Hey, I'm not sure when my Dad will be back.” "Oh, okay. Yeah. I'll go." "Let's do this again soon, okay?" “Yeah man... Anytime, you know I love that ass. Oh, and go get tested.” “Should I worry?” “Nahhh ... not really. Just good to do. So you know. Plus you’re letting a poz dude bareback and breed that hole so you never know.” After Adam left I cleaned-up and waited for Dad to get home. I wanted him to breed me but he seemed somewhat exhausted, so we kissed, cuddled and promptly fell asleep, but as I drifted off I thought 'Daddy likes breeding his baby boy in the mornings anyways'. Thursday Dad fucked me and then went out for a run. He was super sweaty when he got home. I inwardly smiled, wondering briefly if he actually went for a run this time. When Friday finally arrived I was trying to to think of a way to tell Dad I was going to be a whore at Sam’s place and he’s going to fuck and breed me, when my phone buzzed: Sam: “We still on?” Me: “You know it ... what time?” Sam: “Come over at 7… I’m inviting a few friends” Me: “Uhm… ok that’s cool, any other bottoms?” Sam: “No, just you. >=)” Sam: “Ever party?” Me: “Smoked pot a few times” Sam: “Want to?… it’ll be way more intense when you’re taking our bare cocks” Me: “Willing to try I guess” Sam: “Done it a few times ... nothing crazy, I’ll take good care of you” Me: “Deal” Five minutes later my Dad popped into the room, giving me a kiss. "Mmmm, love my boy.” "Love you too Dad.” “I’m gonna go out with friends tonight, think can you manage a Friday night without me?” “That’s incredibly convenient”, I thought, wondering casually if he was one of Sam’s 'friends'. “Yeah I’ll be okay. I want some of that cock when you get home, though.” “Deal, boy," as he gave me another kiss. "I’m in love with you Cod.” I looked up at him, “I’m in love with you too Dad.” Around 6:00 PM Dad found me watching TV, “Headed out baby boy, hopefully won’t be too late.” “It’s cool Dad, you deserve a night out – Love you.” “Love you too Cod,” briefly french kissing me before heading out. Realizing I didn't have a lot of time before I had to leave for Sam's, I thought “I’d better get it together.” Sam: As the day progressed I took a few minutes here and there to set everything in motion for Mark’s boy Cody. Tonight was the night that it was going to happen for Cody, there was no question (at least in my mind). I knew, of course, that Mark was regularly breeding him, but I also knew Mark still hadn’t been tested, so he didn't know if in fact he’s poz. “When Cody leaves my house tonight I want there to be no question that he’s HIV+”, I thought to myself as I texted Jake and Sergei: Sam: “You up for breeding a neg hole with that newly + cock?” Jake: “Haha… yep, already bred a college dude, horned as fuck” Sam: “Come over at 6:30, got something very special I need you to do ... don’t be late” Jake: “Sounds hot” Sam: “Got another young one to tag ... you up for it?” Sergei: “Always” Sam: “Come over at 730 ... back door, undress, be quiet … got it?” Sergei: “k” Finally text Mark, I want him in on Cod’s conversion but I can’t let him know what’s going on until it’s done: Sam: “Still coming over for fun tonight?” Mark: “Fuck yea… found another Jake?” Sam: “LOL… yep, might say that, pretty sure he’s neg” Mark: “Not after we get done” Sam: “Come over at 8, back door, undress and be VERY quiet, got it?” Mark: “Got it sexy” With the guys all setup I got to work finishing things for the night's session. I setup the sling, grab some lube, towels and put my GoPro in the best position to capture Cod’s conversion party. I take two unused syringes from my party supplies, add a small does of T to one of them, and put them in the living room for easy access later. Just as my clock hit 6:30, right on time, Jake appeared at my front door. “Hey sexy.” “Hey Sam," I replied, giving him a kiss as he felt-up my cock even before I had closed the door. “Get rid of these clothes, I want you naked.” “Mmmmmm… Is this the cock that pozzed me?" “Nope, but Sergei will be here soon and you can show him how much you appreciate it, now get naked.” Jake stripped, and his cock came into view I enjoyed his hot body, and I complemented him remarking “That’s a hot poz cock you got there boy.” “Thanks,” he beamed as we resumed making out. Both of us were instantly hard. “So what ... err who’s getting pozzed tonight?” “We’re waiting on Mark and Sergei to get here.. and our vic.. err bottom boy. His name is Cody, when he gets here I need you in the kitchen, and very quiet, … wait for me to get you ... he doesn’t know who’s coming and except for me his breeders will be anonymous to him.” “Sounds kinda hot.” “Very. I’ve got my GoPro hooked up and streaming, after I take Cody to my bedroom you can turn on my laptop and watch us until I come get you.” “Cool." “Mmmm, now … I need some of that brand new poz cock bad,” and with that I squatted down, sucking on Jake’s cock to get him worked up before Cody arrived. “Uhhhh… ohhhhh … fuck … oh fuck that feels good." I sucked Jake for a few minutes, paying particular attention to the head and piss slit. When I start to taste Jake’s poz precum I immediately stop sucking him. “I just need you horny and worked up, sexy.” “Haha ... I’m pozzing hole tonight, I’m already horny and worked up.” Right on time, at 7:00 PM, I heard someone at the door. It was Cod. I gestured for silence, whispered "Go," and pointed Jake toward the kitchen, enjoying the sight of his cute little ass as he left the room, under my breathe murmuring “I wanna put my tongue in that so bad." I let Cod in and greet him with a big, wet kiss. He checked me out, up and down, focusing particularly on my cock. “Like what you see?” I asked. Perhaps just a bit nervous, he answered with a smile, “Yeah." I gave him several more kisses, just to loosen him up, and as his body relaxed I gestured for him to follow me into the bedroom, “Come with me sexy boy.” Once there I handed him a beverage I had prepared in advance of his arrival, saying only “Drink this.” Cod looks at the glass. It appeared to hold a shot glass worth of water, and he downed it, asking afterwards “Water?” “Yeah … and something extra to help you relax, nothing bad, just a little G to loosen things up.” I kissed him again, murmuring into his ear “Strip. Now.” “Anyone else here?” “Soon.” Cod looks at me with a silly grin and strips off his shirt. His chest was very nice and smooth, and his build was beautifully toned. Two seconds later his pants, socks and underwear were gone. “Good boy,” I praised him, giving him another kiss. This time my cock nudged him as he folded into my embrace. “Like that poz cock huh?” Looking up at me, he softly replied "Oh, yeah." “I’m poz, Cod. You sure you want more of this cock and cum inside you?” Again he replied "Oh, yeah." Exchanging smiles, we made-out very seriously. My cock is already leaking a river of poz precum, “Lay on the bed Cod.” He complied. Climbing onto the bed, I stroked his legs and back, and rubbed my cock head in the crack of his ass. He raised his legs, his legs .immediately go up, and I tease and his hole using my precum to get it wet. I think, “I want to fuck and breed this boy so bad right now.” We kissed a bit more. A few minutes of foreplay went by and Cod relaxed in my arms. The G was taking effect. Between kisses, “Cod baby.. “, more kisses, “I gotta get you ready for your party.” “Oh yeah… I’m ready… mmmm, so relaxed… I’m soooo good, I’m sooooo fucking horny Sam.” “I know sexy… but I need you ready to go when the other guys get here.” “Oh yeah… cool, tell me what to do.” but he just lay there. The G was doing its trick on him. “I’m going to blind fold you, don’t worry I’ll be right here.” “Uhhh… okay.” I placed the blind fold over his eyes, asking “Too tight?” “No.. no, it's good. Can’t see a thing now though.” “Just relax ... it’ll be fun.” It was time to bring Sergei in so I prepared Cod, saying, "Stay here Baby. I'm gonna go see if any of the guys are here. I’m just going in the living room, so just relax." He replied with a very calm "Okay." I walked through the living room, picking-up the syringe with T, and made my way to the kitchen; Sergei was naked and Jake was already sucking his cock, the laptop on and showing the feed from my cam. “That’s hot guys, but don’t cum yet we’re taking care of Cody tonight and I want him full of poz cum.” Jake stood-up, giving Sergei a quick kiss. Jake knews Sergei’s cum knocked him up. The strong bond between them was inescapable. I imagine most bug chasers hope for their kind of connection. Or so I liked to think. “Jake, I'm gonna need your arm for a bit.” “Wha… ok.. what are we doing?” “Just need some of that newly HIV+ blood flowing through your veins … need to soften this Tina up for Cody. “Fuck,” Sergei grunted. A huge smile cames over Jake’s face as he realized what’s going to happen, “Fuck ... okay,” extending his arm without hesitation. Sergei piped-up, “Fuck yeah, Jake, give him our bug.” “Sergei, would you squeeze his bicep?” Looking at Jake, “Make a fist.” Having done this more than once, I slowly insert the stabby part of the needle into one of Jake’s veins and carefully draw out just enough blood to cover the T, tapping the syringe a few times to help it dissolve in the blood. “Good," I remarked as I withdrew the needle adding “He doesn’t know you’re here, so stay quiet and come with me.” With that the three of us headed back to my bedroom.

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#BumDickStalker – Who got that AIDs dick? Can you tell the difference in taste when a guy shoots in your mouth and his cum is filled with AIDs? Can you feel the difference when he blows in your ass? The venom, the toxic acid, the hell fire spit, the dick that streams poison and death tastes so much better, and feels so much greater than any other. My voice is hoarse as my vocal chords feel burned and my insides are twisting from his virulent stew that is brewing. So it began -#BumDickStalker. What do you do when your god issues a commandment? You obey – or should anyways – guess that’s why there’s hell or whatever for those who don’t. Well my god, my MASTER, is a straight-thug-fag abusing-uber alpha-swamp footed-evil mother fucker, and I’m honored to serve him. Yet I had to wonder, how low can one go? How much degradation is too much? At what point does the humiliation for his pleasure stop? I guess the answer is 'never'. It had been a typical work week like any another. Busy as fuck and I was tired. And my Master was demanding as ever with a list of shit I had to do for his financial and perverted pleasure. Each week I received a list of tasks to complete and Master was not happy unless I reported back that I was getting bred raw like a slut and had some BBC planting his load in me. To get there, I was typically ordered to respond to at least five Craigslist ads per day, in addition to placing my own. The ads he preferred me to hit were ones from straight or bi guys who were as desperate for pussy as I was for dick. Anonymous, drinks, smokes, gas money – whatever it took to entice them I had to do. When, as expected, I would not hear back or get an outright, hostile rejection, I had to share that with Master for his twisted pleasure and enjoyment. He loved to laugh and tell me I was a ‘cock hungry ferret’, but on those occasions when it did pay and I found a DL man who just wanted a pussy – any pussy to fuck - and I got another guy’s load, Master would praise me saying “Good job, keep up the great work!” Feeling totally frustrated and in excruciating need of dick, I decided to take my mind off my troubles and go for a nice walk. Luckily I live near the river and there is a nice path, some benches to sit on and enjoy the view, as well as a few hide-away bushes and fuck dens where, if one is real lucky, one might find an eager dick. The sunny day and clear air helped, but the lack of any potential dick added to my desperation. I was about to turn around and head back home when I saw a tall, dark man in the distance by one of the benches at the end of the yacht club storage house. I wove my way through the few other people on the walkway and as I got closer saw he was in Army fatigue pants, a black short sleeve shirt, camel boots, and was standing guard over a couple large bags. He looked quite clean, but I immediately thought – ‘homeless’ and my ass clenched a little as it was rare to see homeless guys hanging around this part of town. I was about two yards away when he turned, the cigarette in his mouth dangling precariously on his lip. I stopped like I had just been caught doing something. He scrunched his eyes, scratched at his beard, cocked his head so his gray/black dreads dangled to the side a bit, then took the cigarette out of his mouth and raised his chin in the universal, “What’s up?” greeting. “Hey, how’s it going?” I asked. Lame, I know, but that’s what came out. “Good, good, good my man. Good my man. Just enjoying this beautiful day right here,” he replied as he thrust forward his right fist to bump mine as a greeting. He was taken aback though when I held out my hand for a handshake instead and the smile he gave me in welcome was truly heartfelt, and also showed me his badly stained teeth. I then had to focus on the pain now shooting up my right arm as he gripped my hand. Fucking hell, he was strong as shit and felt like he was breaking it! The sinews and muscles in his arm flexed and bulged and I thought, ‘hell, for a homeless dude he’s damn cut and powerful'. Of course my next thought was, ‘..and I bet he would be a rough dirty fuck’. Well, I hoped to find out. Suddenly a crowd of construction workers, tourists, and locals seemed to descend from nowhere and my courage took flight like one of the ducks from the river. I quickly handed him a couple $1s, excused myself, and headed back home where I jacked off twice in a row thinking about him fucking me and sniffing my hand for any trace of his musk. Like a good dick chaser, I reported this Master and his email response began with, “WTF!!!” That’s never good. A ‘WTF’ is like a parent using your full name – you know shit’s about to hit the fan. Master went on to tell me I better get my ass back out there and lure that bum dick in using all my fag-pussy tricks so I could get his dirty AIDs cum. Now Master knew I got fucked raw and had once asked me my status and then that was that. It was never anything addressed specifically again and he had never before told me to chase dick specifically hoping I would get a load full of AIDs. Maybe my bug chasing ways were rubbing off on him? The following few weeks my #BumDickStalker activities would have made the beginnings of a great police blotter: - I walked by his bench early in the morning on my way to work and a couple times when he was there and sleeping under an old blanket, I left a pack of cigarettes, or a bag with a sandwich, or some other little offering. - I walked by his bench every night coming home and would even sniff around a bit hoping for some lingering man funk smell. - I caught a glimpse of him one night as I left the grocery store and with full bags in hand, stalked him for three blocks trying to catch up with him. - I began doing large circuits around those blocks looking for him if he was not on his bench, and I always had my offerings in my backpack of cigarettes, something to eat, and an extra five dollar bill in my pocket. - I saw him up by the Metro entrance begging for change and I hung around, circling, trying to find an opening. The more I failed to track him down beyond glimpses, or a quick run in in front of the grocery store, the more Master rode me. He dismissed all my excuses of ‘never the right time’, ‘too many people around’, ‘the guy had too many bags with him and I didn’t want people in my building to see’, or that ‘the guy seemed just more than a tad crazy’. The first couple of times I saw the homeless guy he seemed good, but then a few other times he was talking to himself, pacing back and forth in short little loops. Once I caught the whiff of his smoke – spice – and that shit can fuck you up big time. Also, instead of carrying on any sort of conversation as much as I tried, whenever I gave him a five dollar bill he would start a rehearsed speech that was the same every time: “Abe Lincoln was a free man. He was a free man and a lawyer. Abe Lincoln fought for the rights of his countrymen and by God I shall too until every man is free….” The first time I listened to the entire speech. It was a long one. The second time I lasted about halfway through and was impressed, but frustrated. The third time I just gave him the cash and bolted. Finally one afternoon as I did the extra circuit on the way to see if I could spot him, there he was, resting under the shade of a large tree in front of a building just a block from my house. I did a quick scan behind, and it was all clear, no one seemed to be walking this way. A quick scan ahead, and side-to-side seemed good too. My palms got sweaty, my throat dry, I felt nervous as I approached him. Like a gentleman with the best southern manners, he rose from the bench and smiled as I approached and held out his fist to bump mine in greeting. His brow was damp with sweat, his camo pants and jacket looked dirtier than I had ever seen and the skin of his arms had a light coating of dust. “Hi, how’s it going?” I asked using my standard greeting. The homeless guy took the cigarette butt from his lips, threw it into the grass by the sidewalk, reached into one of his bags that contained his world, and pulled out a Subway wrapper with a half eaten sandwich. “This from you?” he asked. I nodded. “Well I don’t much like roast beef, but whatever,” he continued on, “Thanks though. Guess you left the cigarettes too?” I nodded again. “So what do I owe for all this generosity you been throwing my way?” he asked. There it was. The opening. Weeks of waiting, wanting, needing. I looked up into his bloodshot eyes – he’s a good deal taller than me – and said, “I…umm…just trying to be friendly. I recently moved in up the street, saw you around, and well…” OK, now or never, I could not blow this chance, might as well get right to it, “…wanted to help you out if I could. And…I…well if you might be up for making a little cash thought maybe I could help you out some more.” PHEW – there. I said it. Sortof. Kindof. Not really. The homeless guy sat down, unwrapped the rest of the sandwich and started to finish it off. I just stood there a second not sure what to do, until he casually pushed his green canvas bag off the end of the bench to make room for me to sit down too. When he did however, a pile of things spilled out of the open top onto the ground and I quickly knelt to pick them up for him as he continued to chew nonchalantly and watch me. A few t-shirts, some crusty socks, a well read copy of the Bible, and wrapped up and poking out of a holey towel was a large Ziploc bag. As I grabbed it, the sound of hundreds of little pills echoed around the bench. I slowly turned the bag side to side, and around, reading the labels as I did so. They were all scripts from the Whitman Walker Clinic and included various antibiotics, pain meds, but what made me stop and stare were the bottles of AIDs pills. Some quite old, some newer, some seemed partially full and others maybe never opened or barely used. I recognized the names on the bottles as I had taken many of them too over years. Other bottles I had no idea what they were but my ass lubed up right then and there thinking about how his virus must be mutated like a B-horror movie. I looked up and the homeless guy had an evil smirk on his face that caused his upper lip to slightly rise revealing his row of fucked up teeth – a predator’s smile. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, brushed a few bread crumbs off his beard, stood up and stretched then ran his left hand up and down his stomach and said, “Much better. OK, come on.” He then bent down, grabbed three of his bags, nodded to the open one I had been putting stuff back into and told me, “You grab that one.” Not a word was said about the pills and maybe he thought I did not know what they were and he was trying to stealth breed me! Fuck! That made me rock hard just thinking about. The walk to my condo was a quiet one and while I tried to make small talk with him, the homeless guy seemed more interested in his own thoughts and even just nodded when I told him my name, without giving me his in reply. Fine. That’s cool. I liked anonymous dick. When we got to my building I used my digital key to open the door to the outside stairwell on the end and held it open for him. I was not trying to hide him, but knew the security guards who monitored the cameras in the lobby would call or come by if they saw him walking in with all his bags looking as dirty as he was. Up the stairs I went, hoping he was getting a good view of my ass on the way. Down the hall to the far end we reached my condo, I unlocked the door, he stepped in, dropped his bags in a jumbled pile in the hall, and strutted into the living room. “Nice. Nice place you got here,” he said. “What you got that’s good?” I was not sure exactly what he meant, but went to the kitchen and pulled out a couple options for him to smoke, asked if he wanted beer or liquor and when he said he wanted something clear I grabbed the Vodka bottle and a glass with some ice. I set everything down for him on the side table, flipped on the TV, hit play on the DVR and watched as he squinted with interest at the porn that came on. “Let’s get down to business,” he said, “What do you need done and how much cash you got?” Damn, did I really have to say it? He saw me hesitate, put the cigarette between his lips, slid the clasp back on the belt holding his pants up, dropped the fatigues to the floor, unstuck his balls from his thighs and said, “You trying to get some thug dick? You can see I got a nice one and I’m straight, but I’ll hustle if you pay-to-play.” Nice? I was thinking gigantic, huge, delicious, chewy, drippy, thick, OMFG! And THUG is my favorite flavor. I eagerly nodded my head and he said, “Well get the fuck over here and start sucking it.” I dropped to my knees and scooted into position, looked up and asked, “Can you shoot more than once? I got like $60 on me, plus whatever you want to drink, smoke, eat and stuff.” He placed his large, right hand over his dick as he thought about it, moved his hand away, smiled and said, “Let’s just say I got more cum than most folks can handle. Are you most folks?” I wasted no time then and twisted my head and cupped his slimy balls with both hands as I flicked out my tongue for my first taste – RANK, SALTY, SWEATY, MUSKY - ALL MAN! I bathed his balls in spit while gently guiding his dick to the right out of the way. My hands held onto his thighs, which seemed just muscle and tendon like skinny chicken legs or something. The homeless guy was focused intently on the porn and his smoke, with the occasional lean to the side for the bottle of Vodka. He was skipping the glass with ice and hitting it straight. I repositioned myself and spit three times onto his flaccid, uncut dick. It was crusted in spots, dark and delicious looking, and I opened my jaws wide so as I rolled the skin back on the head I could slide the shaft as deep as possible into my mouth and throat before closing my lips over it. I forced myself to taste it all at once to inundate my senses with his dick funk. I pulled back off, breathed in, closed my lips over his hardening shaft again, and then with his dick completely in my mouth began running my tongue all around the rough edges of the head, scooping up the cheese and crust – the potent smegma that only certain men can truly make. The homeless guy liked that and moaned in pleasure before grabbing the back of my head hard and forcing me to get down to serious business. Over the next few minutes his dick swelled, deflated, swelled, before he finally pulled back and said, “I gotta piss.” I frowned as I watched him waddle into the bathroom with his pants still down around his ankles and boots. I quickly followed and asked, “Hmm…you want me to drink it for you?” He looked at me, scowled, shook his head, “Naw, I ain’t into that freaky shit,” and continued to stand over the toilet willing his bladder to release. I stepped back into the living room and a few seconds later heard the forceful rush of piss against the porcelain as his bladder let loose. He finished, popped his head out, “Come here.” I had taken the time while he pissed to shuck my pants and my dick led the way back to the homeless treat. Once in the bathroom he backed up, his heels against the tub facing the sink and mirror that filled the wall. On the shelf above the sink was a torn, crumpled Polaroid picture of a nice looking woman. I faced him, he spun me around and said, “Time to take some dick!” I couldn’t have agreed more and happily bent over, my face inches from the sink bowl. He paused, “You got some lotion or something?” I shook my head. “No, just want it dry or with a little spit – want to feel it.” That made him laugh and he replied, “FUCK YEAH, FEEL THIS BIG DICK,” as he started pushing at my dry ass ring. It wouldn’t go. His dick bent, curved, my hole clenched tighter. Nothing. The homeless guy did not get frustrated, just took a step back, squatted behind me with his big hands covering my cheeks, spread my hole apart and inhaled. “DADDY’S HOME NOW HONEY. IT’S ALL RIGHT NOW. EVERYTHING’S GONNA BE ALRIGHT. SWEET SWEET PUSSY HONEY,” he said right before burying his face in my hole and kissing, lapping, slurping, and priming it with his spit. His beard was rough, and his tongue felt like sandpaper, and I loved it. When he had had enough, he straightened back up, aimed his missile, and pushed. Once he forced himself a little in, he pulled his t-shirt off over his head showing some faded tatts running up his side. His ribs poked out with every breath, his clavical showed, but his abs were cut so he was either wasting or super tight/thin. I was betting on wasting and my hole clamped down on his dick like a kitten on his momma’s tit. “FUCK HELL YEAH – TAKE THAT DIRTY DICK,” he said. Holy fuck my ass about snapped his dick off right there! So many meanings – like earth dirty or disease dirty – and in this case I was literally betting the house it was both. I moaned in pleasure, “DID I HURT YOU HONEY? YOU WANT DADDY TO STOP?” he asked with true concern in his voice. I meekly told him, “No, please fuck me daddy,” and he did. “I’ve missed you honey,” my BBC bum said as he pushed the dreads out of his eyes, “YOU’RE PUSSY IS SWEET LIKE A GEORGIA PEACH. WET AND MISTING ON MY BALLS, THICK LIPS FOR DADDY TO SLIDE AGAINST, JUST THE PERFECT CUNT FOR MY DIRTY BABIES.” I moaned and groaned even more and pushed my ass back and out encouraging his AIDs dick to fuck me deep. He had just started to pick up the pace when he suddenly stopped, backed out of my now wet hole, and said, “Stay right like that.” The BBC bum went to his bags, rooted around, came back with the Ziploc full of pills, set it on the toilet, fumbled a bit, opened a couple of the bottles and then choosing carefully set a few pills out on the toilet, closed the lids, then proceeded to roughly stuff each pill up my ass. I moaned and he used my hole’s wetness to force two fingers in, his dirty and long nails cutting my gut lining as he explained, “YOU KNOW WHAT THOSE ARE HONEY? MY DICK VITAMINS. MAKES MY CUM GOOD AND POTENT SO MY BABIES WILL TAKE. YOU WANT SOME BABIES HONEY? WANT SOME OF DADDY’S BABIES? WE BEEN TRYING SO LONG FOR CHILDREN, NOW I THINK YOU’RE READY TO MAKE SOME BABY BULLS FOR ME.” OK, now I’m thinking he’s back on the edge of crazy, but his big black dick had felt so good I could deal with some crazy. This time when he shoved his man meat back into my secret chamber, he had gone from BRICK to ROCK to STEEL. His dick swelled to the extreme. “DADDY’S STROKE GAME IS AWLAYS ON POINT. I STILL REMEMBER HOW TO MAKE THOSE SUGAR WALLS SING DON’T I HONEY? THAT FEELING GOOD? BEND OVER A LITTLE MORE, THAT’S IT…LET ME UP IN THERE…TRYING TO PLANT THESE BABIES DEEP…TRYING TO FILL YOU UP…MOAN FOR DADDY…LET DADDY KNOW YOU LIKE HOW I’M STROKING IT…MOAN FOR ME HONEY….MOAN FOR ME YOU FUCKING COW SO THIS BULL KNOWS YOU MEAN IT….WHITE COW PUSSY FOR BIG BLACK BULL DICK…READY FOR THAT DIRTY DIRTY NUTT…READY FOR THAT BULL SPERM AND BABY BULLS…FUCKING….OH JESUS FUCK…YES HONEY!! YES HONEY!! TAKE MY BABIES!! TAKE ALL OF ADDY’S BABIES!! OH JESUS YOU GOOD AND PREGNANT NOW FOR SURE!!” Yeah I’m sure my neighbors heard all that and did I care? Not a fucking bit as my ass was full, throbbing, and my guts were roiling from the charged up AIDs cum my BBC daddy bum just gave me. “Taste it for me honey,” he said as he slowly withdrew from my well-fucked ass. His long dick was slick with funk and the cum/ass juice strands seemed almost greenish in tint against his dark skin. I didn’t get to taste it long before he took my hand, walked me into the bedroom, climbed up onto my bed and pulled me towards him. He then rolled me onto my stomach, got behind me, and buried his face in my ass again, slurping and relishing his aftermath. Soon he was ready for round two and this time as he sank balls deep into me, there was no resistance, just a welcoming of his warmth and steel. In the next hour my BBC daddy bum fucked me in multiple positions, fingered my ass with his long fingers and sharp nails leaving little bloody trails on the bed cover, and planted two more loads of his POZ cum inside me. No not just POZ – full on AIDs cum. I was sure of it now as he laid beside me, soundly asleep, his snores coming in regular beats. I was able to study his face now, the sunken eyes, the drawn skin over his skull, the sunken cheeks partially hidden by his beard, the lesionish looking spots on his body. Did the fact that he had kept the crumpled Polaroid always within sight someplace on the bed as he fucked me freak me out? No. Whatever it took, I was willing to do. I held his AIDs bull babies in my guts as long as I could, but finally I had to use the bathroom. When I did, I stood up and examined what came out – the spotting, the thick ropes of cum and ass juice, some gut lining, and swirling chunks of now discolored and broken pills. Can you OD from having pills shoved up your ass? Too late now to worry about that and when I thought about how he must have been on and off a dozen or more AIDs meds and how mutated and resistant his virus must be, I had to stroke myself a few times knowing his bugs were now swimming inside me. My revelry was interrupted as the bathroom door banged opened, my BBC daddy bum walked in, his dick hard and angry, his eyes quickly took in what I had been admiring, and he smiled. The bum then dragged me roughly back towards the bed, pushed me forward, I got on my hands and knees as he slammed into his new home he exclaimed, “I AM RA, YOUR GOD, YOUR KING, AND YOU ARE MY EGYPTIAN QUEEN. SACRIFIC YOUR PUSSY FOR MORE OF YOUR MAJESTY’S ROYAL JELLY!!”

So.. last Friday I was working... around 1 in the afternoon I got a text from a rined who asked me what I was doing... of course I told him I was working and asked what was up. He told me he was with a fuckbud and he wanted to tagteam his friend with me.. I prefer to bottom but every now and then I need a greedy ass to fuck... But unfortunately I was working and just texted a bit with my friend, asked pics of his buddy, asked if they played safe or bb (my friend told me they were playing safe... I knew he was lying but I was gonna play his game). I told my friend I could join them after work, not thinking they would seriously consider it, since it would take me 5 hours before I would finish work, go home shower and go to his buddy.. They told me to come. So... the last 4 hours at work took forever.. I was completely distracted by my raging hardon and needed to get home asap. When I was finally off work, my friend texted me the address. Het told me he hadnt cum yet, so I should come quick and watch my friend cum. ABout my friend.. we hooked up before, we done threesomes before, but most of the time wioth me as a bottom. he is the older 9inch black guy who fucked me with another black dude in my post '7 loads, 4 guys'. So, I went to this dude;s place.. My friend opened the door and told me to undres immediately. I entered the living room and saw this hot black guy with long dreads (I love dreads) face down, ass up on a mattress. The sight was HOT. my friend was getting sucked and I sat behind the dreadlockdude. Started rimming his hol... my tongue entered.. and of course I tasted cum... my friend was grinning when he saw my face... I dove into this guys ass.. and started rimming deep. It was fucking hot... after a while, mr dreadlock turned around and sucked my dick. My friend started fucking him.. it was hot to see that black dick fucking that black ass.. I could cum right then and there but wnted some fun. So mister dreadlock started to turn around every few minutes, so my friend and I were tagteaming him like crazy.. Still one of the hottest things to do as a top.. fuck a cumfilled bottom with a friend.. After tagteaming for half an hour (and me getting hornier and hornier) the bottom wanted to get a drink.. He left for the kitchen and I started sucking my friend.. Love to tasste all the assjuices and cum on his dick... THe bottom took to long to vcome back... I was horny.... so I sat on my friends dick... it was soo hot.. it slipped right in.. After a few minutes, the bottom came back and started watching... I needed to cum... so I jumped of my friend's dick, and fucked the bottom again... Even though I needed to bust my load, I still wanted to see my friend fuck mr dreadlock... While my friend was fucking... i crawled underneath them.. I was licking my friends dick while he was fucking.. I love doing that... So did my friend so after a few minutes of licking... het started screaming and came deep in dreadl;ock's ass... as soon as he took his dick out of the ass I took it in my mouth and got the last bits of cum.. that did it.... while still sucking I fucked mr dreadlocks and cam deep in his cumfilled ass... I really needed it... best part was that mr dreadlock looked so happy when I came in his ass... I didnt care if he came or not.... I was there for my pleasure... nnot for his We are gonna do this again real soon.. Mister dreadlocks only lives 5 minutes away by car... Will keep you posted!

This happened last evening, and as I sit here typing this I still have a cum filled ass. Of all times in the year for the furnace to decide to die, it had to be in January? It's fine if you live in Florida, but not when you live in Canada. Luckily the heating company was able to catch someone before he headed home for the day, and he arrived shortly after I called. I was not in the best of moods, however. I'd woken up horny as hell and knew there wasn't anyone around to fuck me, so the plan had been to spend a couple of hours jacking off and playing with some dildos. With the house so damned cold that was not going to happen. So imagine my surprise when I opened the door expecting some cranky old man wanting to get home to his bottle of cheap whiskey, only to find a sexy young bear. Maybe more of a cub, but sexy either way. Suddenly all of the hormones came racing back, and I'm not sure if I hid it well. Down in the basement he was on hands and knees looking into the electrical guts of the piece of junk . . . while I checked out his beefy round ass. I'm sure he noticed as I was trying to look away. I figured he's a total straighty so turned and headed for the stairs to leave him alone to do his work. "You must have been freezing your ass off," he commented to me. My guard was down, or maybe my brain was still frozen, so without thinking I replied, "No, my ass is pretty hot." After all, it has always had it's own built-in furnace. I was still heading up the steps when I felt his hand on my ass, saying, "Yeah, it is." So I decided to make a deal with the not-so-straight guy. "Fix the furnace and you can do anything you want with my ass." He smiled a very big smile and said, "Deal." And headed back to his work. I raced upstairs, douched and showered. I was a little surprised that he wanted to fool around. Not because of the 'straight guy' thing. But he couldn't be older than 25. I'm 43, though most guys I've been with thought I was in my early 30's. I guess he might think I'm younger -I'm sure as hell not going to debate it with him! He had to get someone to bring him a replacement part, but once he had that, the furnace was up and running in no time. And as soon as it was, he was back up the stairs smiling at me with that 'you said I could do anything to your ass' kind of look to it. Maybe he is mostly straight, but a lot of younger guys these days will get their rocks off any way they can. I was just glad this sexy young guy was going to end my drought. It felt like it had been months since I last got fucked and bred. I took him upstairs and we both quickly undressed. I didn't bother with much foreplay, figuring that if he was more into girls me might not been interested in kissing. So I dropped to my knees and took his very nice, already throbbing hard, dick into my mouth. It was like the rest of him -solid and thick. Probably around 8 inches I'd say. My ass was twitching as I thought about this big meat filling my hole. Luckily he must have been thinking the same thing, because he really wasn't all that interested in getting sucked. He pushed me onto my back on the bed and climbed up between my legs. I had already lubed my ass after I douched, so I was ready to go, and he wedged his big cock head into my hungry opening. "You're already wet," he commented. "I didn't want to waste time, so I already lubed up," I told him. "Good," was all he said, and slid full length into my hole. Not hard and fast, but slow enough for me to feel and enjoy every ripple of his cock without a moment of pain or discomfort. I have to admit that it was not what I was expecting. I thought he'd just want to pound my hole, blow his wad, and get the hell out. But he was going to enjoy himself -lucky for me! He smiled a very handsome smile down at me as he slowly began to pump in and out of my hole. I thought, 'This is exactly what I needed from the moment I woke up this morning,' and I lay back and enjoyed every bit of it. The young stud gradually increased his thrusts once my ass loosened up enough, and he was pounding some satisfied grunts out of me. "You like my cock?" he asked after one particularly loud grunt. "Fuck yes, your cock feels awesome in my ass," I gasped in reply. "Damn you know how to fuck me good!" He smiled again, and said, "Your ass feels like it was made for my cock. I never felt a fuck like this before." We must have fucked like that, in the same position, for at least 20 to 30 minutes. We were working up quite a sweat, too -just the kind of fuck I love. The look on his face changed and he appeared much more determined now, and I could tell that he was close to cumming. Only then did it occur to me that he hadn't even bothered to ask about a condom or status, and I sure as hell didn't care. I was just a little surprised at that. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he panted, slowing down to ease his cock out of my ass. 'Oh hell no,' I thought. "Do it, cum in me," I panted back, taking a cue from one of my fictional stories and scissoring my ankles behind his back and pulling him back into me. The handsome smile was back. "Really?" he asked in surprise. I figured if he usually did fuck girls and didn't use a condom, he probably pulled out before cumming. But I wasn't going to let him waste that load. I wanted it where I believe most loads belong after leaving a man's balls -up my ass! "Do it, give me your load," I begged. "Fuck yeah," he growled. "Here it comes," he gasped as his balls exploded and his gorgeous dick began to fill me with his seed. I lay my head back and tried to memorise ever second of feeling his dick in me, blasting his hot cum into my hungry hole. It felt so damn good, I hoped he'd want to come by again. After he recovered, we lay on the bed for a couple of minutes to catch our breath, and then he got dressed to leave. I figured maybe he had someone at home waiting for him. I also didn't want to know, and wasn't going to ask. I just pulled a robe on and walked him down to the door. "That felt awesome," I told him. As he put on his winter boots, he winked up at me. "Your ass is better than anything I've ever felt." When he stood back up, I could see his dick hard again in his pants. Both of our eyes were staring down at it, and then he looked back up at me. "I want to fuck you again," he said. He didn't need to ask twice. I just yanked off my robe, bent over the stairs leading up, and he came up behind me, still dressed with his boots on, and stuffed his amazing dick up my now cum-sloppy hole. This was going to be a fast and hard fuck, but my ass was ready for that now. His hips smacked into my ass relentlessly. His hands were digging into my waist, pulling me back onto him hard as he thrust into me. There was definitely a lot more grunting in this fuck, which always turns me on more. I hate silent fucks. He didn't last as long, maybe 5 or 10 minutes, and then yelled, "Take my cum" as he unloaded into me. "Fuck yes, fill my ass up," I begged. I didn't feel it this time, probably I was already too wet and too loose. Didn't matter, I could feel his dick throbbing, so I knew he was giving me another load. When he finished and pulled out of me, I quickly turned and dropped to suck his dick clean. I didn't want to send him home with a cummy dick if he had someone there who might find out. As I finished, he leaned back against the wall, catching his breath, and said, "That was awesome." "It sure was," I agreed. He grabbed his coat and headed for the door, but turned before he was through. "Maybe I could come by again some time?" he asked hopefully. Yes! Just what I was hoping he'd say! "You can fuck me any time," I told him. I quickly scribbled my number onto a piece of paper and handed it to him. I watched him in his truck before he pulled out. He was entering my number into his phone. He was definitely going to be fucking and breeding me again. Maybe next time we would even get to exchanging names.

A Couple educating a shy bottom Toby and Jake saw the cute young Asian boy’s online profile and hit him up. T: Hey what’s your name, babe? A: Young. You? T: Toby…. let me see some pics. A: I only have few. Sent. T: You should take more pics… if you want I can take them for you. A: Really? T: Yes. Come now. My assistant and I just finished a shoot and we can take your pic before we clean up the set. A: Okay… An hour later, Young was at the door to our studio. “Welcome.” Toby greeted him by the door and led him into the back where Jake, Toby’s boy friend and another young man from online waited both in their underwear. “Get comfortable. Take some clothes off.” Toby and Jake pulled clothes off Young to reveal a slim smooth body. Toby was pleased that Young was cooperative even though he was shy. As Young stood in the middle of 3 of them in his underwear, he was blushing red all over his body but he remained almost naked as he was told. “What would you like to drink?” “whatever you have. I think it will help me to relax a bit.” “Okay. I will make you a special drink.” Toby approached Young with a drink and fed it to him. As Toby tilted the glass back and high, Young’s slim neck pushed out and bent back. Toby wrapped his fingers around his neck slightly and locked lips with Young. Young’s slim body shook as Toby roughly twisted the boy’s head around while they locked their tongue and exchanged saliva. Jake quickly dropped a pill in their mouth and rubbed his body along the two of them. Toby took a sip of water and fed it to Young’s mouth and watched him drink it up. Toby and Jake was pleased to find young Asian boy to be as submissive as they expected. They moved behind the camera and light and started to shoot Young’s now sexually aroused body in different poses. They asked Tim the other young man they fund online to put some ointment on Young’s body. Tim has approached them online initially to watch them have sex only but as Toby and Jake handled Young’s body, they saw clear arousal in Tim. Tim was eager to run his hand on the slim smooth skin of Young’s body and as he rubbed ointment on his skin, he started to get rock hard under the tight briefs. Toby asked Tim to pull out of the shot before he got carried away and saw Tim pulling away reluctantly. Toby set the camera to record video and joined Young in the set. Jake joined them with few pillows which they stuck under Young’s belly so he could be poised better for fucking and sucking. Both Toby and Jake ate Young’s hole and poured as much saliva into it as they could to make it wet for their cocks. When Young’s body was aroused enough to be fucked, his hole started to get wet naturally like a real pussy. “Young, you really have a nice boy pussy and it gets so wet for our cocks.” Toby complemented the young bottom on his good nature before he took his pleasure from it. Toby started to push in without condom at first and the bottom didn’t really seem to fight it off. But Toby felt bad for the young Asian bottom and asked Jake for a condom and lube. He could see a bit of disappointment in Jake’s eyes as well but that all melted away as he pushed into Young’s hot boy pussy and started to pound it away. Jake got in front of Young and pushed his head down and the boy showed incredible talent in using his throat muscle to milk his cock and Jake fed him his first load in less than 10 minutes. Jake’s cock stayed hard as he made Young suck it back to life as Toby pumped in and out til he filled the condom with his cum. Jake almost pushed Toby out of the way and started to fuck Young’s boy pussy. Tim broke his silent observation and pulled young’s head onto his cock and held him down on his cock while Jake pounded him and shot his cum into the condom. Toby and Jake left the room for a quick wash up leaving Tim and Young alone. Tim turned Young around and had him sit down on his bare cock and bounce on it. Lots of liquid oozed out of Young’s hole to coat Tim’s cock and balls. Tim licked his finger off of the wetness and loved how it tasted. He bit Young’s earlobe and whispered “I love the smell and taste of your pussy juice, bitch” and started to chock Young a bit as he bounced him harder and faster on his cock. Toby approached them and Tim stopped fucking and pulled out. Toby sent Young to clean up and asked Tim to leave. Tim followed Young to the bathroom after he got dressed and took a piss while he watched Jake and Young taking shower together. Tim was desperate to get Young’s contact info before he left. He went to the set and found Young’s bag and saw his phone sticking out of one of the pockets. He picked it up and called his phone before he left. Young shared how he felt more comfortable with Toby and Jake since they were together for some reason and asked them to have her back for more sex soon before he left. 2…… Tim….. Tim called Young, the Asian bottom the minute he got home. When he heard the soft voice answer, he felt his nasty switch on and asked him rudely, “you loved feeling my raw cock in your pussy bitch?” Young knew Tim was mean and could be dangerous but he loved how he treated him. Hearing Tim’s deep masculine voice talking dirty to him started to arouse him for some reason. “Where are you now?” “Just about to get on the subway.” “Stay there. I will pick you up.” Tim hung up and called his dealer. Young wanted to leave and walk away from Tim and all his BS but he felt his hole pulsing as he remembered the sensation of his raw cock. He also felt hot moist oozing out of him. He has waited for Tim more than an hour and started to get tired. Young started to stretch when a big black SUV pulled right behind him as he bent to touch his toes. The window rolled down and Tim’s face appeared. “Bitch, get in.” Tim threw Young’s bag to the back but had him sit in the front on his lap. Tim fucked Young’s hole with two fingers and let it get wet like before. “His pussy gets really wet like a real pussy.” said to the driver. Driver was a big black man with a scary face and big fat black fingers that wasted no time joining Tim’s fingers fucking Young’s boy pussy. Together they fucked young’s hole and opened it up by the time they reached their destination. Tim made out with Young at any chance he got as they went to an apartment building. The black man entered first and two followed. Tim was all over Young right by the door even before the door closed. He almost ripped the clothes off of Young to rush getting him naked. “Let’s bump him up.” The black man started to fill a big turkey baster with cocktails of drugs while Tim forced Young to deep throat his cock and choke on it. The black man pushed Young’s slim body to bend him forward to be ready to receive his turkey baster injection. After he emptied it into Young’s hole, he pushed a small butt plug to seal it inside for a while. Tim continued forcing Young to orally serve his cock as he watched Young’s eyes get filled with druggy cloud and ecstasy. As Tim observed a young boy losing his mind to rugged up high completely, he was getting high as well and he wanted to mark the boy as his. He slapped the boy really hard and made his hand prints on his face and on his ass cheeks but he wanted to do more. Tim raped Young for hours as he beat him up harder and harder as his dealer watched them. “MAn.. you are going to kill that bitch..” His friend stopped Tim from chocking Young as he fucked him full of his cum. At about the same time, Young’s cock started to shoot cum all over in between their bodies. “Bitch loves it. Look, he just came when I almost killed him.” Tim fucked Young for few more hours and bred him few more times before his friend asked him…. “So hand over the bitch now and I will give you enough shit.” Tim pulled out roughly and Young let out high pitched scream. Young tried to fuck back on to Tim’s cock but Tim pushed him away with his foot and both the dealer and Tim found it a bit amusing. Tim got up and ready to leave and walked out after his dealer said, “Thanks for the gift”

Hey guys, I'm new here, just joined and fairly new to barebacking... ...well I been doing it occasionally for about 3 years but only recently decided to do it more often, openly and without regret! So I've just come back from my first bareback breeding of the year. Met a fit bi guy local to me, tall blond and tight-bodied. We met outdoors in some scrub behind the railway station at midnight. Classy lad I am! Anyway, he'd wanted me to blow him so I get on my knees and really start working my way towards a mouthful of cum, when suddenly he says, spin around. I'm up against some railings, trousers round my ankles, shirt off under the stars, we lube up (spit obvs) and then he's fucking me hard, real hard for about five, ten minutes. I'm fucking loving it. Then just as he's about to cum he stops pounding - cum in my ass, cum in my ass is all I can say at this point! - and he starts to fuck slower and real deep, and suddenly I feel this warm rush within as he fills me with his spunk. Just as some random stranger walks by! So anyway, I arch my back, reach round and grip his ass and tell him not to pull out, fuck that spunk into me and he does. That was an hour ago and I've still got his warm jizz inside me. So fucking wired right now and so happy!

Took a couple of loads from a newly converted guy I found on barebackrt. We met at a local nature preserve for an outdoor fuck. The place is a hotbed of gay sex, and I've never seen anyone there use a rubber. I stripped completely naked and leaned against a tree. He didn't undress, just took out his cock, spit on my hole, and slammed in. He fucked me hard for about 10 minutes before blasting a hot load deep in my man pussy. When I stood up, I saw 2 guys watching and stroking. I invited them to fuck me but they only wanted blowjobs. I happily sucked them off, swallowing one load and taking the other on my face. By the time my face got jizzed, my gift giver was ready for round 2. He lasted longer this time, and fucked me for nearly an hour before breeding me for the second time. With any luck, maybe I'll finally convert.

Yes, I agree. Timing is everything. Perhaps when this topic was raised back in 2010 it was at least plausible. Perhaps. Today, in America in 2016 if as a black man you want your sex partner to call you a nigger, you have major issues. If as a white man you want to ask your black sex partner if you can call him nigger, just don't ask. Because if you have to ask then it's probably not okay. There are so many other words to use to demean and degrade your sex partner... so just dig deeper in your vocabulary and you will find other titillating words. Today's social and political climate make race such a hot button topic that a white man's tone and perceived agenda might be misconstrued by a black man...even though the white man's intent was never meant to offend the black man. For a white guy who is contemplating using the word or for those who have already used it successfully: don't be surprised if your black sex partner backpedals on you in a heartbeat. In a nanosecond the acceptable can become unacceptable. Why risk it?

$5 FOR CUM: I had to keep shifting my pants as I followed Booker down the street, away from the soup kitchen as my ass was throbbing from Lil’John’s 11.5 inch Rican dick and dripping from his big load. He stretched me out good and I felt I was walking a little awkwardly as my hole tried to get back to its normal shape. I wished Lil’John had fucked me more, but instead, I was now following Booker down the cold, windy streets to an abandoned building where he said the homeless guys hang out. First, we had to get some change as Booker said all the big, dirty (and I hoped charged up) dicks were going to fuck me and for every load I would pay them $5. Hence the new tramp stamp he had given me with a Sharpie before we left the soup kitchen: $5 FOR CUM Booker found a corner store where he knew the owner; we got a thick wad of $5s, which he tucked into his front pocket; and proceeded several more blocks to an even seedier looking area than what Skid Row had been. We stopped in front of an empty lot, strewn with heaps of trash, bent and stepped through a split in the chain link fence, and walked to the right side of an old loading dock where the gap between the fence and the wall was barely big enough for a person. About half way down the wall Booker stopped, bent, used two fingers to pop open a piece of plywood that was covering a busted door, and we stepped inside. It looked like an old warehouse or maybe manufacturing plant of some kind and as we entered the first large room I saw several groups of men huddled around barrels, burning whatever they found to keep warm. Others were sitting on old car seats smoking, drinking, laughing. While not warm, it was far better in here than in the bitter wind outside. No one paid us any mind as we meandered our way through the patrons of this hole in the wall joint. Booker walked with clear knowledge of where he was going and we went through a couple more rooms, then took some rusted, metal stairs down into the basement, then through another door and down again, our way lit by the flickering flames of fires in several small, metal trash cans. There was a film of water on the floor, rats scurried here and there, and the hall we were in was stuffed with pipes, vents, and various mechanical noises. A light shown from the far end and as we got closer, the temperature got much warmer. I could hear voices, and smell the rank of wet, moist, sweaty bodies. We stepped through the twisted, metal door and into another world. The room was fairly large, I could see several men sitting around on boxes and old chairs, and there was a criss-cross stack of old, torn mattresses to the side with a few others scattered around the room piled with rank clothing and debris, or people for all I could tell. The air was heavy with smoke, and it was HOT! I quickly realized half of what I thought was smoke was actually steam that was coming out of a valve halfway up the far wall. From the midst of men, Brucie stood up, a big ass grin on his face as he walked over, shook Booker’s hand, then grabbed me in a strong embrace. Booker laughed and said, “I think someone’s happy to see you,” and without further warning Brucie started pawing at my coat, pants, and other clothes getting me undressed. “What the fuck is this place?” I asked. Brucie looked at me, then Booker and I guess Brucie did not like to speak much as Booker answered, “Brucie’s dad used to work in this building when he was a kid so he knows all the tunnels and shit that run through the neighborhood that the maintenance people used to use. As you can see, some of the buildings around still have heat and power, so Brucie and his friends just help themselves a bit. Keep warm, safe, and gives them a secret hideout to have fun in. Hell, Brucie’s even rigged up a hose shower someplace down here, but don’t think the fuckers use it much from what I can tell. Ain’t that right Brucie?” Brucie answered, “Yes,” and by this time had me stripped and a crowd had gathered and Brucie, as our host, took first dibs and slid his thick AIDs filled dick up my cum filled ass. He then fuck-walked me a few steps to the side so I could grab a metal post for support and once Brucie was balls deep he dug his filthy nail into my hips like the fuck he gave me earlier and yelled, “RELEASE THE KRAKEN!” which startled the hell out me. Everybody fucking busted out laughing, but not Brucie, who was on a mission to fuck my sloppy ass good and hard. Unknown hands ran over my naked body, outlining the cash offer tramp stamp on my back as Brucie fucked me. Booker scooped up my clothes, pulled a chair up and sat down near my head and lit up a cigarette while Brucie banged me out. To be heard over the jeers, cheers, and slut calls, Booker had to holler a bit, “YOU’RE A FUCKING FAG FLESHLIGHT YOU KNOW THAT? NOT EVEN A GOD DAMN PERSON. JUST A FUCKTARD FOR THESE GUYS TO USE. JESUS CHRIST YOU’RE A WHORE! A TOTAL, GRADE-A MITCH – OR MAN BITCH.” I only grunted in reply as Brucie straightened, tensed, and took two steps forward as he planted another load inside me. I sighed, my body relishing the POZ jizz. Brucie slid out of my ass and harsh words were exchanged between who would be next but through some sort of communication I did not understand, the men around me stepped me back, Brucie patted me on my back and smiled in thanks, then pulled his pants back up before walking over to the back of the room. He came walking back a minute later with two stools and set them by the post side-by side. Brucie then scavenged around some more, found a piece of plywood that met his satisfaction and a few old pillows, came back, arranged them one atop the other and smiled at his handy work. Yardey fuck bench and just the right height for me to get doggie style and suck dick while being fucked. I realized this was probably not Brucie’s first time doing this little set up and the smile and knowing look in his eyes confirmed that. I wonder how many suburban pussies he had fucked down here? Fucking nasty sluts and now I was one of them! “LISTEN UP FUCKERS,” Booker yelled, “YOU ALL KNOW THE DEAL. OUR MAN BRUCIE HERE HAS BROUGHT YOU A LITTLE TASTE TODAY, SOME TRUE DOWN TO EARTH PINK HOLE THAT’S JUST FUCKING CRAVING DICK. LET ME TELL, I’VE SEEN THIS CUNT TAKE SOME MEAT SO LINE THE FUCK UP. ITS ABOUT THAT ROUGH, RAW, AND REAL SHIT TODAY AND FOR EVERY LOAD YOU BLOW IN THAT SLOPPY PUSSY, I GOT A $5 FOR YOU UNTIL THE STACK RUNS OUT. HAVE AT IT!” I was surrounded by hungry, hungry dick and caught glimpses of a few true monsters in the midst before my head and mouth was forced to focus on sucking a stanky, crusty dick that pushed between my lips. My stomach clenched and I gagged and the men laughed and I loved it and as my throat relaxed to let him in, so did my bruised ass lips as the first homeless guy slammed up in me with nothing but the cum I had there for lube. I don’t know how they arranged who would go in what order, but Booker had been right when he said they were all big and I was in pig heaven! The dirty fuckers were all talking smack as they took turns, egging each other on, or letting their fellow breeders know what they were doing: “MY ANACONDA’S FUCKING DEEP IN THERE – SNAKE IS SPITTING… CREAMPIE BITCH TAKING MY POZ LOAD… LEMME INSPECT THAT BOOTY, OH HELL YEAH! TAINTED LOVE FOR YOU BABY, TAINTED LOVE…. PLANT THOSE BABIES, YEAH FUCK THESE KIDS I WON’T HAVE TO SUPPORT… POUND THAT ASS, POUND IT HARDER!... FUCKING PRICK TEASE, RAPE THAT HOLE, TEACH YOU A LESSON… MY DIRTY DICK FEEL GOOD? STUPID BITCH TAKING MY FUCKED UP LOAD…. BANG IT OUT, TRAPHOUSE PUSSY RIGHT HERE!!” It did not take long for me to start sweating from the heat of the room and the intense pounding my ass was taking, but they would not let me up and no mercy was given. The one pause in the action was when some dude I was sucking shot his load in my mouth then got pissed when Booker would not give him $5. “That’s not what the fucking sign says,” Booker explained. “It goes in his bug chasing ass if you want the cash. If you shot it down his throat, well that’s just a bonus for him so get the fuck out!” Finally, I could not take it anymore and quickly spit the dick out of my mouth and slid off the bench before the next guy could stick his rank meet in my ass. Booker leaned down and looked me in the face, “What the fuck you think you’re doing? You know the deal. Ripper wants that cootch so swollen its got its own zip code, so no matter what, you ain’t done.” I assured him it was not that, it was just between the heat and the position, I needed a break. Booker nodded, picked up his chair, took it over and set it down by the mattresses, came back, leaned back down and pushed me onto my back onto the damp floor. He then knelt, jammed three fingers in my ass and started digging around as I squirmed and snarled, “YOU GET THAT WORTHLESS ASS UP RIGHT NOW AND GET OVER THERE!” The gangbang bunch seemed to like this idea even better and as soon as I was bent over the pile of mattresses and being fucked, a couple guys got on them with me, rubbing me, pissing on me, spitting on me, talking shit, making me suck their dick, anything they wanted. I had – I felt – taken the multiple guys pretty well especially considering this was not something I had done before. Next up was a top that was a good 11 inches and thick and on his wasted, thin body, it looked much bigger. The man had that Heroin chic look with ribs that poked out of his chest, hip bones like an anorexic, and I was not sure there was enough muscle on his body for him to fuck me. I scrambled off the mattresses and got on my knees on the floor and worshipped him, kissed his sunken form, and slurped on his Nightshade dick. All the blood in his tortured body quickly rushed to his big cock, and with my ass back up on the mattresses, he pushed my hips down, did that sprinter straddle one leg up shit on the bed, with the other angled back, and scraped my insides from edge to deep fold as he plowed me. I gasped in pain, pleasure, and delight! “FUCK MY ASS, FUCK ME HARDER, BREED MY NASTY HOLE!!” I begged. He tore me up, shot his load into my cum filled guts, slurped out, and I braced myself for the next anonymous dick. The raw dick kept coming and the $5 kept being peeled off and dished out by Booker for each load. These guys were not hanging around as once they had their nutt and cash they were off to find their next high, meal, or hustle. A pair of shadows descended upon my back, cast by the mammoth BBCs that now stood over my tempting hole. The room hushed, and I knew this fuck would be special and I wanted it, needed it, craved a fucking beating in my guts that would totally fill me. Booker knelt on the scuzz covered mattress pile and said to me, “I think you were told to be careful what you wished for? These DL, gutter-tripe brutes fuck to rape, rape to hurt, and hurt to shred and infect. No going back now fag. You been chasing that bug, well these tube steaks are rotten to the core and long past their expiration date.” I flipped over and stared at the twin mountains of man flesh that planned to envelope me in darkness. Looking up, they seemed incredibly tall, thick, and psycho-killer scary looking. Long scraggly hair, bushy beards, missing teeth in their smiles, and their black skin was covered in layers of dust and dirt giving them a zombie-esque look. Their dicks were thick and one looked about twice as long as the other and from my vantage point I could smell their ripe balls and unwashed dick heads. YUMM!! The mattress pile sagged under the weight of the first Titan who sat down on the edge, flipped me back onto my stomach and buried his furry face in my sloppy ass. His tongue felt as big as some dicks as he slurped my hole and I shifted my hips and spread my legs apart to allow him full access. When he came up for air and said, “AAAHHHHH…..DAMN GOOD SLUT BUTTER,” I turned my head to see his bushy beard now matted with chunks and streams of the various loads that had been planted in me. He then laid back on the bed, grabbed me hard and pulled me up onto his chest so that I had to straddle his girthy body. His hands grabbed my head and guided me to his mouth, where his tongue flicked back and forth, frothy with ass juice and anxious to share. I inhaled my last breath of fresh air before I was lost in his funk, his scratchy beard, and his forceful kisses. As we kissed, he spread his legs wide and I could feel his dick growing, growing, and growing against my left side. His partner in crime then climbed onto the mattresses in the vacant space made, and started scraping my ass crack and hole with his dirty, sharp fingernails and asked, “YOU READY TO SERVE THESE BAD ASS-MOTHA-FUCKAS WITH THESE FOOT LONG SUBS? YOU READY TO GET TAG FUCKED, DOUBLE STUFFED, AND SHARED LIKE A GOOD BITCH? YOU READY TO GET THESE LONG DICKS IN IT – STUFF THAT PUSSY AND MAKE IT TALK BACK?” “Please give me your fucking AIDs dick!” I cried. They both laughed, grunted and wheezed, and the man behind me snarled, “FUCKING FAG CANCER IS THE LEAST OF YOUR WORRIES NOW. YOU’VE LANDED THE FUCK IN SODDOM AND GOMORRAH.” Booker knelt on the edge of the mattress pile and got in close to take more cell pics of cum being pulled out of my ass like taffy by the BBC’s calloused hands. Then as the man on bottom held me tight and continued to kiss me, his partner forced his stallion dick into my slutty ass, pushing streams of old cum out like cake frosting from a tube as my assailants got down to their dirty business. Booker continued to click away with his cell, “Fuck damn. Ripper’s gonna love seeing this shit.” My rapist pushed hard and fast with no mercy, “TAKE THIS FAG CUNT WRECKER. LUV MAKING GROWN MEN CRY. RAPING IT WITH MY BIG OLD BLACK DICK. GONNA BANG THAT BACK AND MAKE YOU SAY MY NAME. COME ON NOW, OPEN THAT CUM DUMP ASS FOR ME. FUCKING $5 WHORE. THAT’S ALL YOU ARE. GOD DAMN WORTHLESS SHIT DOWN HERE LETTING THESE PANSIES RUTT UP ON YOU LIKE THAT. YOU LIKE THAT BLACK DICK? HOW’S THAT MONSTER FEEL? FEEL LIKE YOU GOT TO SHIT? THAT’S THE WAY IT SHOULD BE – STUFFED TO THE FUCKING GILLS WITH MY NASTY DICK AND BLOODY CUM LOADS.” I was caught between two mounds of man flesh and my mouth was being worked by a greedy tongue, while my greedy ass took a desperate pummeling. My mouth was getting chapped and chafed from the rough kissing and the longer the fuck went on, the deeper into my mouth the guy kissing me tried to get until my jaws were open so wide it hurt. I cringed and cried out into his mouth as his partner vacated my ass and climbed off the mattresses. He then let go of my head and I finally got to breathe and squinted my face and rubbed my mouth to get the feeling back in. I turned my head and asked plaintively, “Did you cum?” The guy who had been fucking me was standing there flopping the ass juice off his dick and laughed, “JUST GAVE YOU A QUART OF OIL. GOT IT PRIMED FOR YOU.” The guy who had been kissing me pushed me off his sweaty body, rolled off the side of the mattresses, walked back around to the end and said, “Get down here.” I figured he wanted me to suck him but instead, he roughly pushed my head down and put it into a WWF head-lock between his beefy thighs. He then reached forward and grabbed my right arm and twisted is back and held it firm as he scraped and clawed at my asshole and then spanked each cheek red and tender so the outside of my ass matched the inside. He released my head and ordered, “SUCK ME. I WANT THAT LONG NECK. CHEW ON THAT FORESKIN FIRST, BITE IT HARD, MAKE ME SEE THOSE TEETH MARKS, THEN CLEAN OFF THAT WHITE, CHUNKY HEAD CHEESE.” I started to set up on the end of the mattresses so I could do that and he slapped my face and said, “NO DUMB QUEER. LAY ON YOUR BACK. I’M GONNA STUFF THAT THROAT.” I quickly flipped over and got a great view of his skyscraper dick and full balls that drooped and flopped like Bassett Hound ears. I started to gnaw on his rank foreskin, he started to tweak his nipples and moan and groan in pleasure, and soon I was choking and snotting as he played Gag-the-Fag. “GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME!” the throat fucker yelled at me for the third time. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to touch him, feel his hairy legs as he made my throat sore, and at times try to guide his 12+ inch wrist thick dick. His partner found some frayed, wet, old rope in a corner someplace and bound my wrists together so now I had no choice to give him the neck he wanted. I gasped and fought to clear the funk out of my eyes that had dripped from his dick and my mouth when he finally pulled his dick out. I didn’t have much luck before he flipped me onto my stomach, my bound hands uncomfortably jammed against my sternum. “WHEN WE MUG LITTLE WHITE SLUTS LIKE YOU WE TAKE IT ALL. ALL YOUR CASH, ALL YOUR GOODS, AND ALL YOUR HOLES,” my banger bros said in warning, “READY TO FEEL THE FORCE OF A MANDINGO MASTER? READY TO GET THAT PUSSY MURDERED?” My ass was open and well fucked, but the son of a bitch still hurt like a demon when he jumped into my hole and started pounding. Each thrust scooted me a little forward on the mattresses as he dug deeper and harder inside me. He was a man on a mission and pounded with ferocity, stretching me wide open. I closed my eyes and relished the depths at which he plunged and he knew I was loving it when he laid his face next to mine as he continued to fuck and whispered, “Fucking good bitch. Taking it all. Next time I want you to fight me. Fight back hard as you can. That shit turns me the fuck and I’ll rape you so fucking hard you’ll be stepping sideways for a month.” I mumbled, “Yes Master,” which made him groan, growl, and slam harder. He than yanked his dick out, pulling my insides with it and making me feel like I had just given birth to a 60 pound calf that had ruptured my womb. I got flipped onto my back, the blood and feeling rushed back into my bound arms now that my – and his – weight was off them. His partner was standing to the side stroking his hefty dick, which was raring to go and Booker was angling to get the best shots on his cell. I hope Ripper was happy with what he was seeing as I sure the fuck was. My fucker lifted my legs up and braced my ankles against his chest, then with his giant hands cupped my ass cheeks, hefted me up a bit, and pushed his slippery dick back into my bruised ass. “HA, HA – THAT’S RIGHT – I KNOW I’M BOTTOMING OUT AND HITTING ALL THOSE CUNT SPOTS WHEN YOUR EYES FUCKING ROLL BACK IN YOUR HEAD. BEG FOR THIS FUCKING DICK! TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT THAT PUSSY MURDERED AND BRED!” Several minutes later I stood on shaky legs, my hips feeling like they were displaced and my body aching as Booker angled me for another money shot picture of my hole that he said was black and blue, swollen up, and dripping from that final load. He laughed and said, “I don’t think we have enough $5s left for that beating you just took.” Booker was right. While the other dick I had taken was all good, the last two fuckers were…well fucking amazing…and I had an idea of how maybe I could pay them back. An hour later, I was back in my room at the seedy hotel on Skid Row. I had been stripped, hog tied, and sandwiched between the last two BBC breeders from the abandoned building. They were happy to accept my offer of coming back to my room and keeping my holes filled until they ran dry, but for now they were being surprisingly tender as they took turns kissing me, sliding their dick in and out to keep my ass open and wet, and making me feel like a double stuffed Oreo. I knew that wouldn’t last though, especially as they both began to whisper between the kisses of the rape to come.

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

There was no question I was a slut when I really lost my virginity. But until that night I always got fucked with a condom, no if, ands, or buts about it. I was dancing at a club with friends when I noticed this guy staring at me. He was tall, lean, and blonde. We couldn’t stop staring at each other, and before I knew it he had pulled me from the guy I had been dancing with and we were grinding on each other to the music. Needless to say we ended up back at my place. As soon as he closed the front door we ripped each other’s clothes off, grabbing and sucking as much skin as we could. Ending up on my bed I went crazy when he started fingering my hole. In anticipation I reached into my drawer to grab lube and a condom. “I just need the lube,” he said. That freaked me out. “I only get fucked with a condom,” I said pushing him off. “No glove, no love.” We were both rock hard, so I wasn’t surprised when he took the condom and put it on. He slowly pushed into me, filling me up with what I loved most in the world. Cock. We kissed as he thrust into me, going faster with each pump. Before I realized what was happening he pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and rammed back into me. The only thing I loved more than cock was being dominated, so at this point I was in heaven. He kept pulling all the way out and shoving his big dick back in, until suddenly the fuck was just better. I started moaning louder than I ever had before, feeling more sensation than I swore I usually did. Something in me changed then. I became more aggressive, thrusting back, needing to feel his dick rubbing against my hole. We must’ve cum together because we both started howling at the same time. For some reason the inside of my ass felt hot. It was such a turn on! “Thanks for the fuck. Gotta go,” he said pulling out. Before I knew it he was gathering clothes and bolting out my room. I tried following him to the door, wanting to ask if we could hook up again. How could I not after the best fuck of my life? But I got to the living room in time to see the front door slam shut. Sad I’d never get to feel that dick in me again I rubbed my sore ass trying to soothe it. That’s when I felt something wet against my crack. I dug in, trying to figure out what it was when it dawned on me. Taking a look at my finger my biggest fear was confirmed. The jerk had cum in my ass! To say I was pissed off would be an understatement. I noticed the used condom on the floor, and it was empty. I looked at my finger slick with cum when an odd thought came to me. I wanted to lick it. So I did, and I couldn’t believe how good it tasted. I dug my finger into my ass again, feeling just how squishy it really was. Pulling it out I knew I was being dumb, but for some reason I couldn’t help myself. I needed to taste my stealther’s cum leaking out of my ass! After a minute of dipping and licking, I realized exactly what I was doing. Horrified I ran to the shower and scrubbed myself all over, taking extra care to clean my ass. The next day I started taking PrEP to try to mitigate the risk of getting HIV. For a week I was a mess until I got tested, racked with guilt and terror. Terror that I had savored eating cum from a stranger out of my ass and terror that I had been infected with an STD. My tests came back clean, but I knew it would be months until I really knew if I was still NEG. I stayed celibate for a few weeks trying to be extra cautious. But with how much I loved sex I couldn’t resisted a good fucking for too long, so I was extra careful to make sure all my partners were clean and played safe. Unfortunately something was lacking. The first few times I just couldn’t cum. The friction I had always enjoyed while my ass was getting plowed just wasn’t enough anymore. By my fifth hook up I tried something I had been reluctant to do but was sure would work. I imagined myself getting bred, and sure enough I came buckets. After that encounter I was freaked again because I admitted something to myself I hadn’t wanted to. Being fucked raw was soooo much better than being fucked with a condom. It was no contest. But it was also dangerous. I went online looking up the dangers of fucking without condoms to remind myself why I had to forget about the best fuck of my life. That led to me finding the site that would change my worldview forever. Breeding Zone. At first I couldn’t believe what I was reading. People got off on chasing HIV? How could people actually want to be POZ? And stealthing. That was just fucked up. I knew from experience people did that and I was pissed people found it hot. I wasn’t amused when I noticed my own dick was hard reading stories about it. Before long I was obsessed. This whole time I kept hooking up, still vigilant about condoms. But every time I read posts or stories from Breeding Zone, the more frustrated I became. I did not want to use condoms anymore. They sucked. All they did was keep me from feeling the euphoria I had felt when I was stealthed. One day I just couldn’t take it anymore. So I did something I thought I’d never do. I made a profile on a site all about bareback hook-ups, BBRT. I was nervous making my profile. Taking a picture of my exposed ass was awkward, but also the most erotic thing I had ever done. My profile said: New to bareback. Trying to see if I really want it. It wasn’t long before I got responses. Some of the guys were really hot! Unfortunately they were also POZ. I still wasn’t ready to risk getting HIV, so I only responded to guys who were NEG. That first time was like an awakening. I went over to his place, still not sure about what I was doing. I brought condoms over, both out of habit but also hoping that maybe I could talk him into using one. When I got there I couldn’t believe how ripped he was. As soon as we were naked I was worshipping every inch of him, paying extra attention to his dripping dick. I started having doubts about the encounter when he put me against a counter so my ass was facing him. Then he rimmed me, dipping a finger in from time to time opening my hole up, making me forget the hesitation that had been building. But when he pressed his dick to my pulsing hole the need to tell him to stop, put on a condom, came over me. Then he pushed in, and I was officially a bareback bitch. He fucked me hard, making me moan louder than I had since the night I was introduced to the joys of getting bred. “Yea! Come on, harder!” I shouted. “Bred my ass!” “Yea bitch! I’m gonna fill your fucking cunt full of jizz! You want that? Don’t you faggot?” No one had ever spoken to me like that during sex, and to my surprise I loved it. “Hell yea! Cum in my ass!” I couldn’t believe I was begging for his load. Only months before I had been all about safe sex, and here I was screaming for him to breed me. I swore to myself I would never ask for a condom again. I was now a condom free zone, and I couldn’t have been happier. He filled me three times that night, and the next night I was getting loaded by another guy. I changed my profile to make what I wanted clear: My hole is meant to be loaded! Fill me with cum. NEG only. After a few weeks I realized something. I had become twice the slut I was before. While I had been fucked two, maybe three times a week before, I was now getting bred at least four or five nights a week. It wasn’t long before I’d hook up with several guys a night. One thing I was still careful about though was making sure the guys I hooked up with were NEG. Of course with how many hot POZ guys there were on BBRT, the temptation to break my rule was ever present. One night a guy messaged me who had the most beautiful body and dick I had ever seen. I knew I needed to have him fuck me, but before I could tell him to come over I noticed something. He was POZ. True, he was undetectable, but he was still POZ. I started messaging him back, telling him we wouldn’t be able to meet, when I remembered something I had read on Breeding Zone. Guys who were undetectable weren’t nearly as contagious as guys with high viral loads. The truth was guys who claimed to be NEG could be riskier cause if they didn’t realize they were infected their viral loads could be really high. That thought played through my mind as I debated over what my answer should be. Finally I decided. Fuck it. He was worth the risk. So that night I had my first POZ load. Once again I changed my profile: Breed me! There’s nothing I love more than sucking on a hot dick before its shoved up my ass to fill me with hot jizz! NEG preferred. Undetectable guys cool too. With the pool of guys open to me wider, I was soon getting fucked everyday. I started trying new things too. I was hooking up with one guy when he had to stop for a minute to take a piss. I said it without thinking. “Wanna piss in my mouth?” I blushed harder than I ever had before. I was about to say never mind when he grabbed my head, shoved his dick in my mouth and let loose. Gulping his piss down I thought it would never end, and it wasn’t long before I hoped it never did. Not long after discovering a love for piss I discovered another favorite pastime. Glory hole breeding. I had gone to a sex shop looking for some new toys when I realized there were video booths in the back. Curious I tried one out, turned on by the fact that I was watching porn and jacking off in what was essentially a public place. Soon I noticed a hole. Looking at it I wondered what it was for when a huge dick pushed through. I couldn’t believe it. I had found a glory hole! The need to go down on my knees and suck that dick was overwhelming. But I knew better than to hook up with someone whose face I hadn’t even seen. At least I thought I did until I found myself bobbing up and down on it, getting off on the fact that it was the most anonymous sex I had ever had. I whined when the guy pulled away, his dick going back to the other side. I started to get up to leave when I heard him. “Turn around. I want to fuck you.” At first I was alarmed. What kind of guy did he think I was? But my pants were already down and I was horny. For a moment I hesitated. I didn’t even know what this guy’s status was. With how much dick I was getting some were bound to be POZ with high viral loads just accounting for liars, but this was random sex on a whole different level. Bending down to pull up my pants I froze when he stuck his dick through again. That did it. Quickly I stepped out of my pants, turned around, grabbed his lubed up dick and pressed it to my now always lubed hole. Pushing onto him I felt like the biggest slut in the world. I loved it! Matching each thrust I focused on the feeling of his raw dick, basking in the euphoria it always gave me. When he came I came harder than I had ever done so before. It occurred to me my orgasms become stronger each time I did something more taboo. That realization was the nail in the coffin for my transition. Within a week I started to frequent bathhouses, getting as many loads as I could. I put out notices on BBRT and Craig’s List to make sure I’d get as much anonymous dick as possible. Between work and breeding sessions I barely slept. Status no longer became a concern of mine. All that mattered was that a guy had a dick and bred my hole. My BBRT profile now read: I take all cummers! No load refused! Bred me! Piss in me! Share me with your friends and strangers!!!!! Like I said status no longer mattered to me. Before long though POZ guys started to become an obession. One reason was because despite my year of high risk fucking I was still NEG. All the sluttiest guys I had come to know and hang out with were all POZ. I wondered how come I wasn’t too. Whenever I’d meet another NEG slut I’d be amazed I had found someone else like me. Then he’d convert. One night a hot, regular fuck buddy who was also POZ was ramming me deep when he became verbal. “You like that POZ dick, don’t ya you NEG bitch!” I had encountered POZ talk from time to time, but usually it did nothing for me. That night was different. “Fuck yea! POZ me up! Gimme dirty seed. I want to have your POZ babies!!!!” Once again I came harder than I ever had before. POZ talk became a huge turn on for me, and before I knew it I was getting fucked exclusively by POZ guys. The idea of converting was so hot it was all I started to think about. I started begging guys to POZ me, and without realizing it, I had become a chaser. One night I even went to the baths, paid for a room and put a notice on a board saying : NEG Cumdump. All loads welcome but POZ preferred. Help a chaser reach his dreams! My profile on BBRT changed again too, letting the world know exactly what I needed and wanted: Cumdump for POZ loads. NEG whore looking to convert. Bred me with toxic jizz, blindfold me, and let strangers use my hole! Just make sure they’re POZ and with HIGH VIRAL LOADS! I consider my POZ birthday to be the day I was video tapped in a gangbang with all POZ tops. I was in a sling with a mirror above me. I had requested it so I could see every second of my pozzing before I got to watch it on tape. I also wanted to stare at the message I had written on my chest in permanent marker that I planned to have tattooed: POZ PUBLIC CUMDUMP. At least twenty POZ tops were there, each brushing my hole with a toothbrush before they fucked me hard, leaving me their dirty deposit. Throughout the gangbang I thought about my decent and how far I had come. Once I was a normal guy, horny guy, who always practiced safe sex. Now I letting a group of POZ men, most of whom I had never met before being placed in the sling, abuse and rape my hole. As load after load of POZ jizz filled and overflowed out of me, I could only thing of one thing. I was home.

I felt groggy as I woke up. My mouth was thick with the tell tale feeling of having a large quantity of cotton wool stuffed in it that betrayed just how much I had drank the night before. I stretched, gingerly, not wanting to move too quickly for fear of discovering a headache to go with my cottonmouth. My head, however, felt clear as I rolled onto my side and very slowly swung my legs off the side of my bed. I sat there for a moment before I realized that I was completely naked, not all altogether alien experience, but rather another sign of how intoxicated I had been; I often strip off to go to bed when drunk. As I sat up I suddenly became aware of how much I had to piss and quickly padded across the cold wooden floor of my studio apartment to the bathroom. Letting a powerful jet of piss out into the open toilet bowl I felt my ass clench slightly and became aware that my hole felt a tender and rather slick. Finishing up my piss I ran a finger up my crack, feeling my puffy wet hole. I looked at my finger, shiny with whatever was wetting my ass, for a long moment before turning around and bending over to look at my hole in the mirror. Winking back from between my spread ass cheeks was my hole, puffy, and pink, not quite closed, and shiny with what I thought might be lube but I suspected was something else. I ran my finger along my crack again, this time dipping into my tender hole, when I brought it round I was confronted with evidence of what I had already suspected to be true. It was not lube leaking from my clearly well fucked hole but cum. My heart thudded in my chest. I had no recollection of getting home last night, let alone of getting fucked. Jesus, I thought nervously, what have I done? Not only had I had sex but clearly unprotected sex and I had let the guy cum in me, what had I been thinking? I walked back to my bed and grabbed my phone from where it had been charging on the nightstand hoping to find some evidence of what I had done. There were several texts from the two friends I had gone out with starting around just after midnight asking where I had disappeared to; the most recent being just a few minutes ago, must have been what had woken me up. I sent back a quick response saying that I was home, and apologized for giving them a fright. The next message on my phone was from a contact I didn’t remember having, one simply named “SIR”. The message was short and succinct: Check out the link and then let me know when you’re ready for more. I clicked the link and it took me to a private video server. Sitting down on my bed I pressed play and watched as the video began. It faded in on a guy’s ass, his beefy hairy cheek hammering back and forth as he clearly pounded someone. The camera moved under the guy, between his legs to show a fat raw cock pounding into an unknown ass. The bottom was moaning in pleasure with each thrust, something about the bottom’s voice seemed familiar even through the tiny phone speakers. I stopped the video and grabbed my laptop from under the bed. Hurriedly transpiercing the url to my browser I pulled up the video again. There was definitely something that I recognized in the bottom’s groans. My cock was starting to get hard watching this fat cock pound this boy’s hole, his ass lips clinging to the hard shaft each time the top pulled out. Eventually the camera moved again, pulling back between the top’s legs and then panning up his broad muscular back to look over his shoulder. My jaw dropped, there laying flay out, legs in the air, eyes closed in ecstasy, being fucked by a raw cock, was me. I took in my pale skin, dark hair, strong chest, tight stomach, pink nipples. I saw my chest heave with racked breath as the top mercilessly plowed my hole. Though my head was reeling and my heart pounding my cock was growing still harder as I watched myself get fucked. I had no memory of this, yet there was no denying it was me there getting fucked bareback. I felt like I should be sickened by what I was seeing but I found myself becoming more and more turned on as I watched. The top fucking me seemed to be getting close as he started fucking me even harder. He grunted as he hammered his cock into my clearly willing ass. The camera panned down to show him slamming into me balls deep with every thrust. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” a gravely voice that I can only assume belonged to the top said, “I’m gonna breed your sweet fucking cunt boy.” “Yes,” said my voice, the unmistakable glee sending a shiver up my spine, “breed my hole!” The man growled and pressed his cock as far as he could into my hole, clearly shooting his load deep into me. Watching myself get bred I couldn’t help but reach between my legs and feel my still wet hole… Slowly the man pulled out from my now cum filled hole. I looked at the time bar, the video wasn’t even a quarter of the way over. The camera zoomed in as the head of the man’s cock popped out of my hole, a small glob of cum bubbling out after it. For a moment my hole was left gaping and empty, then a new voice, not the top who had just fucked me called, “Who’s next?” Another cock, the body it belonged to cut out of the frame stepped up and slid effortlessly into my hole, The camera shifted again showing my body stretched out on the bed, my mouth now occupied by the cock that just been inside my ass. I watched in aroused horror, my cock throbbing, as time and time again my ass was seeded by random cocks. The video never showed their faces though, it showed plenty of mine, making sure to zoon in on my face whenever I begged a top for his load. I noticed that my eyes, though wide and alert looked a little blood shot and slightly unfocused. The video was almost an hour long and featured fourteen different tops, all of whom fucked and bred my ass. No wonder my hole was tender. The last shot of the video was a slow zoom in on my wrecked hole after the last top had shot his load deep inside of me. I stared in amazement at my loose and gaping hole. That sort of thing had never turned me on before but seeing my on hole wrecked like that, dripping with cum, was different, it made me feel hungry. I wanted my hole to look like that more, I wanted to have my ass plowed and dripping with cum. The video faded to black, and then a message appeared on the screen, “You know you want more bitch,” followed by the phone number now listed in my contacts as SIR. For a long moment I sat, one hand holding my phone, and the other with three fingers lodged in my cummy hole. I wasn’t entirely sure when during the film I had thrust three fingers inside of myself and started riding them desperately but even now that the movie was over I was reluctant to remove them. Rocking back on my fingers again, feeling them push against my ass ring I knew what I had to do. I unlocked my phone, opened SIR’s text and sent him a message: I’m ready now. The response was almost instantaneous as if SIR had been waiting with his phone in his hand. That was fast boy. You ready to take more cock? Yes, I responded. Right now? Yes, I hesitated before adding the next part but then hurriedly hit send, I need it. Good boy. Come and get it. He texted me an address just a few blocks away in the northern part of Hell’s Kitchen, and added, Don’t bother showering or putting on underwear. You have ten minutes to get here. My heart was pounding, a little voice in the back of my head told me I was crazy, but I wasn’t thinking with my head. I grabbed a t-shirt from the floor and a pair of gym shorts, slipped into some shoes and, leaving everything but my keys and phone behind rushed out of the door. I practically ran the nine blocks to his apartment, making it there in just over six minutes. I texted saying I was there and the door buzzed. Once inside I received an apartment number with the instruction to hurry. He lived on the fifth floor of an old walk up, and having taken the stairs two at a time the whole way up I was more then a little winded when I knocked on his door. It quickly opened and a tall olive skinned man in an old yellowing jockstrap with a thick leather harness strapped to his chest opened the door. I gapped at this specimen on manliness in front of me. At five eleven I like to think of myself as tall but this man towered above me making him probably six five. Between the thick straps of his harness bulged powerful fur covered chest muscles that led to hard defined abs. His arms were thick, covered with coarse hair, and knotted all over with veins. The basket of his jock bulged with what could only be thick meaty cock and oversized cum laden balls, the whole mass of which thrust out boldly from his tree trunk like legs. He did not smile at me, his handsome face told of only one thing: lust. “I knew you were gonna be a good one last night when you were begging for loads before the first cock even breached your cunt,” he had a rough, deep, rumbling voice that seemed to echo from somewhere deep inside his cavernous ribcage. “Get that sweet cunt inside, and strip off, I’ve waited long enough for my chance at that hole.” That struck me as odd, was he not one of the men who had fucked me last night? I thought that even the cameraman had cum inside of me. I didn’t care though I stepped inside and before the door was even closed had kicked off my shoes, pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped my shorts to the ground. “Fuck you’re a hot little cum slut,” he said leading me into the living room where he sat down on the couch, legs spread wide. “Well, get between my legs and start wetting my cock boy. All the lube I’m gonna give you to get this monster up your cunt is spit and whatever cum is left in you from my friends last night.” Caution and logic were long gone, I was now completely in the grips of my own lust, and now I a safe sex enthusiast, fell to my knees desperate to get another bare cock up my ass. Pulling his musty jock aside I revealed a thick, flaccid cock resting on a pair of truly massive balls. I took his soft cock in my mouth, rolling his nuts around in my had as I rid so, marveling at their size. It didn’t take long for his cock to start hardening I my mouth, and I was quickly overwhelmed my the sheer length and girth of the thing. His broad flat mushroom head ballooned in my mouth, swelling till it stretched my cheeks. I did my best to slobber all over his shaft and head, trying to get it as wet as possible for my hole. Though I was enjoying guzzling down his gorgeous member, SIR had other plans and soon as he felt his cock was slicked with enough spit he knocked me back and stood up. He instructed me to get on all fours on the couch, resting my chest on the back of it. I clambered up and assumed the position he had instructed and waited with eager anticipation. SIR took his time coming up behind me, rubbing his blunt cock head up and down my ass crack a few times, before zeroing in on my still tender and slightly gaped pucker. I had expected him to push in roughly but instead he began a slow thrusting that alternately pressed against my sphincter and gave it time to relax. Very, very slowly my hole opened till suddenly his broad flay head pushed inside of me and stayed there. “Fuck that’s a nice hole. I may just have to keep it after I ruin it.” My brain had completely shut down, over loaded with the massive waves of pleasure that were crashing over my body and SIR began to delve deeper into my hole. It took a long time for him to finally fuck his whole cock into me, but when he finally bottomed out and I could feel his massive balls against mine I felt nothing but joy. “Tell me what you want boy,” he growled in my ear. “I want you to fuck me, SIR.” “What else?” “I want you to cum in me, to breed me!” “Good boy, that’s probably the first time you’ve ever said that sober isn’t it?” “Yes, SIR.” “I’m gonna knock you up and set you free boy.” I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant but I pressed my hips back against him as if trying to will more of his cock into my hole. He chuckled at that and began to slowly fuck me, pulling his cock almost entirely from my hole before sliding it back in to the hilt. I moaned like a whore, desperate for a real pounding. SIR knew what I needed though, and quickly began to pick up the pace and intensity of his thrusts until soon he was hammering away at my ass without mercy. I was practically screaming as his cock wrecked my hole, bruising my sphincter a little with each thrust. He hammered away like that for longer then I thought possible, till both of us were drenched in sweat and I lay pressed into the back of the couch limp. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of my hole with a soft pop. “Get you your back, I wanna look in your eyes while I breed you.” I flipped onto my back and grabbed my legs spreading them wide showing SIR my now wide-open hole. Without hesitation he sunk back into me and resumed his breakneck pace. The sweat pored from his body, dripping onto me, I didn’t care thought, I could feel his pace starting to change and heard the shift in his breathing. SIR was getting close. He kept up his voracious pace for as long as he could before he suddenly growled deep in his chest like a bear and locked eyes with me as he slammed into my hole several times very roughly. He didn’t have to tell me he had cum, I knew, I could feel the warmth spreading in my ass. He flopped forward, his cock still lodged inside of me, his hairy sweaty chest now pressed to mine. “Fuck,” he said at length, “I knew your cunt would be worth it. I’m totally keeping you as my new cum dump.” He smiled at me, “See I told you last night, take all those loads and you’d be ready for mine.” “You did?” I said panting. “Oh that’s right you won’t remember sense we slipped you those drugs.” His smile became a wicked smirk. “But I told you last night, you take my buddies NEG loads up your cunt and by tonight, well you came around faster than I anticipated, you’d be begging for my POZ cock up your loose cunt.” Holy shit! I thought, I hadn’t even asked him or thought about… Jesus. I had just taken what had to be a massive POZ load in my ass. It only took me a millisecond longer to realize I didn’t care. I had just been fucked like I never had before. Clearly I had loved last night as well. If taking POZ loads meant that I was going to get fucked like this more then that was fine by me. “How do you feel now that you’ve had it boy?” He asked. I answered in the only way I could, honestly, “I want… I need more.”

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.

OK. How many times have you heard that expression? And have you ever told a top that he can fuck you raw but "don't cum inside me." Since I am a total top who is into breeding holes raw, I find that expression offensive. Recently I met a hot guy in DC who agreed to let me top him bareback. But we went back and forth because he thought I was crazy to want to nutt inside his ass. Finally he said I could bust my nutt inside him "only if I can show him papers to prove that I am HIV negative". At that point my dick went from rock hard to JELL-O limp. Yes, I was upset. Has a bottom ever stipulated that you pull out before you bust your nutt? And when you bottom, have you ever asked a top not to cum inside you? Why? Years ago my neighbor got pregnant even though both she and her boyfriend swear that he had never put his penis inside her vagina. However he had rubbed his raw dick against her raw vagina many a times. Her doctor informed her that his pre-cum inadvertently got inside her. Enough to make her pregnant. She was highly disappointed. So guys...when you agree to bareback, remember tops can be pre-cumming inside your hole while he's fucking you...So please don't play with my emotions. It gets even worse if I am fucking raw (and really getting my groove on) and just when I am about to get my nutt inside dat hole, the bottom at that point says, "don't cum inside me"!!! WHAT DA FUCK!!! Why would bottoms want to fuck with a top's head like that? Maybe I am getting all bent out of shape over that expression. For a Top like myself, cumming inside dat hole is just icing in the cake. Just don't bareback if pulling out is an option. Pulling out is not an option for me. Am I wrong to think and feel the way I do? Pre-cum can be just as potent as cum.

Making My New Son * * * * * I dreamed this last night and had to get it down. I thought it was so hot, I actual shot a load in bed. I am still working on the final part of War Brothers, but wanted to get this done before I forgot it. * * * * * "Come on guys grab the fucker and hold him down. He's a strong fucker." I bellow out as the man I have selected to become my new son struggles to get free. My selections name is Aaron Blackman and he is the quarterback at the local high school. Since I am the assistant football coach at the school it was easy to stalk him. I have admired him not only on the field, but in the locker-room. He has a magnificent body and a cock and set of balls that would make a bull blush. I knew I had to have him the first time I saw his low hanging nuts swinging between his naked hairy legs. I knew what I wanted, but it wasn't easy finding it that is why when I saw Aaron I knew he was the one… well actually my cock knew before I did, but still. While Aaron may have been a young physical master piece with gorgeous blue eyes, he was academically dumb as a stump which was ok since I wasn't interested in his mind. Any way I knew this buck wasn't going to go down without a fight. Even with the four of us he was almost more than we could handle. But, finally we got the cuffs on his wrists and the ties around his ankles. We took a rest and enjoyed watching my beautiful new son struggle and try to break free. I considered drugging him, putting him out. But that wouldn't provide the experience that I wanted and I wanted him to have. Instead he would be drugged with Tina to help bring out his inner whore. That is the nice thing about Tina. Every man has an inner whore even when he keeps it under lock and key, but Tina can find it and help bring it out. Even this stud. After resting for a bit, we picked him up and carried him inside. Now we know he was going to scream, but as we were out in the middle of nowhere we are not concerned about him attracting attention, but it looked like it might rain and we didn't want him getting wet - at least not by rain. Once inside we placed him on a large rubber mat on the floor, unhooked his wrists and stretched them out to his left and right, re-attaching this wrists to loops in the concrete floor. Of course he tried to free himself, but with the four of us there to control him, and his legs still bound, we were more than a match for him. Once we had his arms secured we did the same with his feet, securing each one to a steel ring embedded in the floor. He was now spread out wide and certainly not going any where. Naturally he was also screaming, calling us names and threatening to kill us when he got free, but, that is to be expected and soon his tune would soon change. Then we cut his clothing off of him. Part of me was sorry we had to do this, as his clothing was very high end and quite nice, but it was part of his training. As we cut off each article of his clothing we showed it to him, and tossed it in a drum in which a fire was burning. "Why the fuck did you do that, those clothes were brand new and cost $400. You fuckers." Aaron screamed. "Oh, look guys. This stupid whore, who is about to be raped and turned in to our pet whore, is worried about his fucking clothes! Stupid fucker" I laughed loudly. The other guys joined in laughing. It took Aaron a minute for his brain to register what I had just said. His eyes grew wide and then he began to thrash about, trying to get away. "No - please don't rape me. Please I'm straight. I like girls. Please don't. I am so sorry. Come on guys I want to have kids, a family!" Aaron pleaded. "Oh, baby I've been looking for a stud like you for ages. You're going to become my son. You will love me. You will love your brothers, also. You will encourage us to use your body. You will take our cocks, cum, piss - and you will beg for it. You will be an obedient boy, and in return you will want for nothing" I said as we began to strip off our clothing. "NOOOOOO!!!!" Aaron screamed, but he also began to look over our bodies, one guy after the next. "What… What… are those scars?" Aaron asked in a shaky, but still angry voice. "Oh, you see all of these are my boys and all of them have been where you are now. They all started hot straight studs. Those scars are a sign of my personal adoption process. Well, that and…" I trailed off. "My god, that's unreal," Aaron said. "Aaron I want to be honest with you son" I started to say. "I am not your fucking son you sick faggot pervert and you are not my dad… fucker!" Aaron screamed. "As I was saying, you will not leave this place as you are. When you leave here you will be my son, I will be your new father, and these boys your new brothers. All of my boys here were once pussy-fucking straight boys, but, now they are full fledged homos. You will not leave here neg, either" I said. "You were all straight?" Aaron asked in disbelief. "Yep" my sons replied in unison. "Wait. Neg? What do you mean by neg?" Aaron asked. "You will not only be trained to love cock, cum, and piss, you will learn to love the feel of the male body as well as all of its flavors and treasures. Each of us is going to give you our baby or AIDS baby. As part of your adoption process to become a member of our family, you will be given HIV from each of us. You will from then on carry a part of us inside of you for however long you live. To put it another way, we are going to impregnate you with our AIDS babies" I explained. Aaron resumed screaming and thrashing, but to no end. It was pointless. He couldn't free himself - unless, of course, he chewed off his arms and legs. I pulled a small bag out of my pants' pocket. In the bag were several shards of crystal meth. I picked a nice large one, closed-up the bag and tucked it back in my pants' pocket. Walking between Aarons' legs and kneeling down, I looked him in the eyes. Seeing the panic in those eyes, I reached down and pressed the shard of crystal meth up into his asshole. I could feel him tighten his hole, hoping to keep me out, but I just pressed harder, until finally the pain caused him to flinch and in the meth popped. I made sure to push it in as deeply as I could, then stood-up, and smiled down at him. "Let's give him ten minutes and then we can start the party" I said to my sons. "What… What was that?" Aaron asked, his young, firm studly, body shaking. "That was hard drugs, baby. Tina. A booty bump. Crystal meth. It's going to help free your inner cock whore. It's will help you sail in to the wonderful world of faggot AIDS whore. It will help you become my son." I said, still smiling. I could see Aaron working his ass muscles, trying to push it out, but it was in too deep, and because of its crystalline texture wasn't moving. Finally he gave-up and started to sob. We stood around, stroking our cocks and saying dirty, nasty things about the boy on the floor. Out of curiosity I reached down, picked-up his wallet and looked in side. There were fifty dollars, and condom which naturally I threw in the fire drum. "You won't be needing that any more" I said. His wallet also contained his drivers' license, school ID card, a picture of (I suppose to be) his parents and two younger brothers. I put everything but his driver's license back in to his wallet. Well, that and the condom which, I'm sure, was completely consumed by this time. I looked at his driver's license and noticed he turned 18 three days ago. I put the wallet down so that when everything is done I could return it to him. We are here to rape him. To turn in to a faggot. To make him my son and give him our AIDS babies - not rob him. I could see that he was growing more hyper. His eyes were darting around, his breathing quicker. I reached down and felt his chest: it was defiantly hot. I knew the Tina was working. Taking hold of his beautiful cock, I gave it a couple of strokes. His body tensed-up and he groaned. "No, no, no. Don't, don't, don’t" He babbled. "Ok, we can begin. Mark and John - bring in the boys." I said to two of my sons. They in turn headed out the back door, returning holding the nine Doberman pinschers on leashes. A Aaron stared at the dogs. Kneeling by his head I said "Don't worry. This will almost certainly hurt like fuck at first, but then you will feel pleasure like you never thought possible, certainly much more pleasure than any woman's cunt could afford. Oh, and don't worry. The dogs may hurt you, but they have been well trained and will only go so far. Go ahead. Panic and scream, if you like. But, when you feel that pleasure of which I've told you, I want you to sing out with joy. Sing for me, son" I said and then stood-up, everyone moving away from Aaron. "Boys, TEAR!" I said. Mark and John released the leashes. The dogs rushed to Aaron and started nipping his body all over, his neck, head, face, groin and ass crack excepted. We stood by and watched, as Aaron screamed out in pain, the dogs nipping and pulling on his skin, causing small bloody wounds all over his body. I moved in between Aaron's legs and released them, positioned them on my shoulders, aligned my hard cock with his hole and slammed into him. He screamed even a bit louder as I raped his virginal hole, and the dogs worried his body. The wounds the dogs were causing were not deep. They would leave scars just as they did for my other boys. They would bleed and hurt a bit, at least until Aaron was utterly distracted my cock and the Tina booty bump. I slammed in and out of Aaron's hole. I could feel it tear and bleed. As I continued to rape my new boy, my older sons formed a circle around Aaron and begin to jack their cocks. After about 15 minutes, per their training, the dogs moved away from Aaron and lay down. I looked over and saw their dog cocks were rigid: they always got horny tearing into my new sons. Guess the dogs got off on the scene as much as my sons and I did. One by one my boys blew their loads, spraying their AIDS come on to Aaron's body, covering the bloody wounds with their poison seed. Once each had shot his load onto Aaron, they all knelt down and started to rub the cum into his wounds. Aaron was shaking hard: his mouth was moving but nothing was coming out. His cock was rock hard and dripping precum. The pain was apparently turning to pleasure, particularly when my cock hit his prostate. Of course the Tina continued to course through his body. My boy's 'inner faggot whore' was coming out. Soon he would loose control and truly become my son; a new member of the family born complete with a new crop of HIV to further the mission. I picked up my pace and really started slamming into his guts. He began to babble quite vocally: the Tina was in full effect and to make sure that Aaron was flying high John placed a bottle of poppers under Aaron's nostril. Inhaling the fumes, Aaron moaned out loudly and deeply, his muscled stud body beginning to shake and tremble. "F…F…Fu…FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH GOD PLEASE FUCK ME!" Aaron wailed. I smiled down at my boy, my son and admiring his wounds, the blood and cum coating his young firm body. I could feel my nuts boiling, and knew I would soon shoot into his guts. Sure enough, a few deep hard thrusts later I blew, sending my poz cum deep in to his ass. I pulled out and stood, admiring my blood-shit-mucus coated cock. John stepped in behind me and slammed into Aaron's hole. "Oh, fuck bro, your hole is some beautiful, so warm, so wet, so perfect" John whispered to his new brother. Soon John shuddered and pumped another load of poz cum into Aaron. "Oh, fuck me fuck me bro. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me" Aaron begged over and over as he lost control. His mind on fire, the pain turning to pleasure, the cock in his ass the source of bliss, not pain. His mind broke and crumbled as Aaron's inner whore was set free and took control over the hot jock. I watched with great pleasure as Aaron's body went rigid, his cock swelling ever harder, spurting forth cum like a lawn sprinkler. "Oh, god whore me, whore my faggot ass, whore me, whore me, whore me. Give me your AIDS babies; please give me your cum!" Aaron bellowed as his nuts unloaded a second and then a third time. Over the next five minutes Aaron had four orgasms. By the time he came down off the last orgasm he was utterly incoherent. Over the next two days we gang fucked Aaron. We kept his wounds bleeding and we kept coating his body with our poz cum. We knew he would almost certainly convert. We knew our new family member would soon be one of us, would soon be carrying our AIDS babies inside of his body for the rest of his life, combining with his own DNA to make a new strain of baby, one that he would one day pass onto a new brother, a new family member. To his credit, Aaron begged for our cocks and cum the entire time. Of course we kept him drugged on Tina and poppers to keep his mind broken and in faggot whore mode. By the time the two days were over, Aaron's body was covered in a thick layer of AIDS Cum and blood. We left him to clean ourselves. When we came back he was sound asleep. We have watched and knew that during those two days Aaron had cum over four dozen times, his own nuts long ago drained half, so most of his orgasms were dry and intense, his nuts trying so hard to shoot something - anything, no no avail. Now we would just have to wait and see if he had become the faggot whore we wanted or if he would need another session - in a week or so. We waited, lovingly looking after him, our brother and son. As soon as he was strong enough I offered him my cock. He looked at it, looked at me. Our eyes locked as he opened his mouth, sucking me down his throat. He worked my cock and I could tell he was desperate for my seed. I quickly gave it too him. He greedily swallows it. As he cleaned my cock I made an offer to him: "Aaron honey, are you up for some cock in your pussy? Some of the boys haven't had a chance to get off inside of you yet. They were here for your adoption, but didn't get a chance to breed you. Can you take care of them for me? There are nine of them." He looked at me, lust in his eyes. "You want me to do the dogs don't you? Please tell me you want me to do the dogs" Aaron pleaded. "Sure, baby. I want you to take care of the dogs. All nine of them. After all, they helped make you a whore and now they want to feed you their doggy sperm. Want it?" I asked. "Oh, god yes. I want cock Dad. Lots of cock." I brought the dogs in on leashes, locked the doors to the room, and released Aaron from the floor. Instead of trying to make a run for it, he crawled over to the group of dogs, presenting his pussy to them. One by one they mounted him and bred him. As the first dog's knot swelled, sealing his cunt Aaron shuddered, spewing a load of clear juice onto the floor under himself. By the time the ninth dog was done Aaron's hole had dog sperm shooting out of it like a waterfall in Yosemite, with a large puddle of clear juice under his body, a puddle the dogs had induced him to shoot. I decided then that it was time for the ultimate test. I unlocked the doors, throwing a pile of clothing at Aaron. He dressed and walked over to the exit. "Why don't you want me any more? Did I do something wrong?" Aaron asked looking at the door and then back at me. "No baby, you did nothing wrong. I want you forever. You’re my son. A member of my family now and forever, but, now you have to choose. Do you stay or go. The choice is yours" I said. Aaron opened the door and walked out. I waited, but he didn't come back. Looking out the door I could see him running down the road. I sat down and waited for the cops. Three hours later I hear a car coming up the road. I went outside to see Aaron pulling up in his car. He got out, he retrieved a suite case from the trunk. "I told my parents I was moving out. I… couldn't tell them it was because I was going to be a faggot whore. I told them I had joined the army. In a few months I want you to send a letter telling them I was killed. You are my father now, they are my brothers" Aaron said, pointing to my other boys standing in the doorway of barn. "That is, if you still want me" Aaron asked, his voice trailing off. I walked over to him, wrapped my arms around him and kissed him with love and passion. Aaron was with us for about three months when he got very sick. He wss weak, throwing up, muscle aches and a high fever. He asked me to take him to the doctor, but I knew what the malady was, as did his brothers. I sat down on the bed next to him, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a damp towel. "There is no need for you to see a doctor, son. What this means is that our AIDS baby is growing inside of your body. You adoption is complete; you are one of us in body, mind and soul. You have the fuck flu, which is the sign your body has been infected with with HIV. Now your body will start combining our babies with your DNA making a new strain of babies. That strain you will one day pass onto a new brother, but, for now just rest. We will take care of you" I said as I kissed my pregnant son on the forehead. Tears of joy swelled-up in Aaron's eyes. He whispered into my ear that he needed cock; I smiled at him, pulled the covers from his sweat-soaked, aching body. His brothers and I made love to his sick, weak, aching body. Aaron moaned out in bliss, groaning in his weakness and sickness, but he still managed to hump and pump, bringing us off inside of his feverish body. We made love to him every night from then on. Aaron turned out to be a very talented whore. He not only likes male, he lives it, craves it and is always willing to pleasure it, human or animal. On his first anniversary of becoming my son, we wrote a letter to his parents. At first Aaron assumed we would tell his family he had been killed in combat. He was surprised when we told them the truth, that he had become a faggot whore, and was infected with HIV. How much he loved cock and even having sex with animals. How he knows his choice was right and how liberating. That he was finally free to be the male God made him to be, and how enjoyable sex is without condoms or worrying about AIDS. The letter continues, explaining about his pregnancy and how he has given them their first grandchild. It explained to them how the whole male-to-male HIV-to-HIV pregnancy thing comes about, and how he enjoyed being pregnant. He smiled at me, knowing the tone of the letter was correct. He signed it, and selected a few photographs of his sexual sexual activities to include in the envelope. He chose one depicting his body covered with bloody cum covered sores from his adoption. One where he was on his hands and knees, a a large Doberman pinscher hung up in his cunt. Another showing what I knew to be dog cum running from his stretched-out, gaping pussy. Another showed him him sucking off his brothers and finally one of him drinking piss sprayed fresh from his own cock as he lay on his back, glistening in golden showers. A wicked smile crossed his face as he chose the last picture. He wouldn't let me see it, but wrote on it with a black marker, and then handed it to me with a smile. I take the photo from him and look at it, then at him and then smile and lean over and kiss him. It is a photograph of a load of his cum that we taken a few days before. Written in one corner was the inscription "Your AIDS grandchild, one year old. With love, your grandson."

My name is Ryan. I am twenty years old, 5’10”, 145 pounds, brown hair and hazel eyes. I’ve been living on my own ever since I came out to my parents when I was 18. They abruptly threw me out. I was lucky to have an older bf, Mike, who was able to take me in to live with him. I never see my parents and rarely see my younger half brother Tyler (we have different mothers and the same father). My bf is twenty-three, 6” tall, 180 pounds of pure muscle, blond hair and blue eyes and poz. We’ve been living together for over two years now and since Mike was poz, I showed my love for him by getting pozzed. He took me to a pozzing party where I was put in a sling and fucked and impregnated by every guy there. I lost count, but my bf didn’t, he said I took thirty loads over two days. On this particular Friday night, my bf and I were invited to another pozzing party where some guy get pozzed, either knowingly on purpose, like I did, or unknowingly. The bottom is restrained in the sling for all to fuck him. Drugs are always involved, especially for the guy getting seeded, it’s somethimes the only way to get those “unwilling” boys to go along. These sessions can be real intense and a lot of fun. It’s also a chance to hang out and see our friends in the neighborhood. So I am sure you’d understand when I was a little shocked to discover that my younger brother was there sitting with our party host (and one of my closest friends), Eddie, and was surrounded by a group of guys I knew well enoug to know that my brother did not belong here with this crowd. Since my bf and brother had never met, I sent Mike over to find out what was going on and why my brother was there. Mike went over and Eddie introduced them. They all chatted and then Mike came back over to where I was on the other side of the room. Mike told me that our host introduced him as Randy and that he was our 'entertainment'. He went on to add that Randy was apparently a virgin and wants to experience all he can tonight, sexually and socially. I asked my bf to get our host, that I wanted to talk to him before any of the party events began. When Eddie came over I told him that Randy was actually my 18 year old half brother Tyler. I never knew he was gay and before anyone seeds his ass I wanted to talk to him in private. This was nothing new to have some guy coming to a party like this and not give his real name. I asked Eddie if he and Mike could get Randy down into the sling and let me talk to him one on one before the real party events begin. If Tyler really wanted to go through with this I wanted to be the one to give him his slam and the first to impregnate him. Eddie agreed it was only fair to find this all out since he was my brother. Eddie and Mike walked over and I saw the trio disappear down the stairs leading to the basement playroom our host has. I slowly made my way down the stairs as I heard my brother commenting on how cool the room was. Then they asked if he wanted to sit in the sling. My little brother said sure and hopped in the sling. He asked about the restraints and Eddie explained that when the guy in the sling is restrained he can be more at ease with his arms and legs out of the way. When I heard the click of the restraints I hit the bottom of the stairs. Tyler and I made eye contact and when my brother saw me he had an expression you only get when you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. He attempted to talk his way out, acting all macho and saying that he was there to support a friend who was gay. When I told him I saw him making out with another guy he knew he was busted. Eddie and Mike left us allone to talk as I asked him point blank, “What the fuck are you doing here? Are you gay or just curious? Why did you come to a party like this?” His only defence came when he admited to me that he thought about guys a lot. He told me that he tried to get with chicks before but never could get hard, but when he thought about guys he was hard as a rock, “Ryan, I have known I was gay ever since I was in junoir high. I have been scared to tell anyone ever since Dad threw you out. After what happened to you I couldn’t tell anyone, not even you.” He figured he was gay and thought this would be a good way to experience everything he could. “What do you mean by a party like this? What kind of a party do you mean?” “You do know that this is a barebacking sex party where there would be a good chance you might get pozzed.” Tyler simply shrugged his shoulders and said, “I didn’t know. Eddie never told me that, We just talked about a sex party.” Well I was going to prove to him that you can never be too careful when you end up at a party like this one. My brother looked at me and asked, “Ryan, are you poz?” “Yeah Ty, about two years now. Mike is also. I decided to demonstrate my love to him by letting him take me to a similar party held here shortly after Dad threw me out.” “You don’t look poz bro.” “Well I am Ty, and if you stick around here you will be too, is that what you want?” Tyler looked me dead in the eye and said one thing, “God no!" All of a sudden the thought of cheming up my little bro and pozzing him had me turned on. I don’t understand nor can I explain it, but I was hard and dripping. I went back up stairs and left Tyler down stairs. I shut the door so no one would go down there just yet. I spoke to Eddie and Mike and told them that I was going back down, to chem up Randy and impregnate him. I asked Mike to join me and asked Eddie to give us some time alone with him before the rest of the guests jon us. Eddie agreed to my proposal. I grabbed Mike and my goody bag and headed back down to the basement playroom. Once I was down there I began to cut Tyler’s clothes away as he began to protest “HEY! WHAT THE FUCK”. That’s when Mike slipped the ball gag in his mouth. I looked down on my little bro and told him, “You came here and now you’re going to get what more then you bargin for Ty!” Ty shook his head and pleaded with his eyes and the last of his clothes, his boxers, were cut off and removed. His hard cock was evident before I removed the boxers, now it was exposed for us to see. It was proof that Tyler was enjoying what was being done to him. Once I had Tyler naked, I pulled a few things from my goody bag that I always bring to these parties: Viagra, a rig, saline and Tina. I took a couple Viagra and gave Mike the same amount. I know how Tina can be at times. Then I prepared the point that I was planing to share with Mike and my brother. Tyler watched with fascination as I put the white powder in the syringe, added some starile saline then put tubing around my arm and Mike’s. I then swabbed both arms with alcohol (the reason some partiers get infections and track marks is that they aren’t careful when they slam). I told my brother “Watch me” as I stuck the needle in my arm, pulled back a bit then plunged a little less then half the slam into my arm, then I hit Mike’s arm, but beore I removed the needle I pulled some blood back into the syringe. Then it was back to my arm to get some of my blood. “Now it’s your turn little bro.” As my brother watched, I stuck the needle in his arm, drew back a little bit of blood to make sure I hit the vein and plunged it all in his arm. “It’s too late to change your mind little bro, our blood will be mixing in your veins, taking the bug with it.” The ball gag was removed and I leaned down to kiss my brother on the mouth as I pulled the tubbing off both our arms at the same time. I knew exactly when the slam hit Tyler, I could feel him loose his breath and felt the cough as he was getting the high I was forcing on him. Now my naked brother lay in the sling, breathing heavily with a glazed look in his eyes. I gave him a couple Viagra to help him keep the hard on he had through this process. Then I turned my attentions to Tylers hole. I nelt down and began to eat his cunt. Tyler immediately began to moan, and wiggle around. Mike stood next to Ty’s head and got him to suck his hard, dripping dick. I continued to lick and nibble at my brother’s hole, Then I began to finger him: one, then two, and soon enough four fingers slid easily in him. When I stuck my fourth finger in his cunt, I knew if I continued I could get a fist in him with some work. I pulled my fingers out and stood up, looked Tyler in the eyes and slowly slid my cock in balls deep. He threw his head back and moaned as I began to fuck him. He looked back up at me and I knew what he wanted. No words need be spoken, he was asking to be imprengated. I asked my brother if this was the first time he had ever been fucked. He replied with a simple yes. I was so turned on to know I was the one who took my brother’s virginity in so many ways. I began fucking him slowly, almost pulling my eight inch cut cock all the way out, before slowly sliding back in all the way. Before I knew it, I was pounding away at Tyler’s hole, long dicking him, pulling all the way out before I slammed back in. Tyler’s moan grew louder as his dick began to leak precum. With little warning Tyler’s cock erupted spewing his neg load all over his belly. The spasming of his hole around my dick sent me over the edge and I shot a weeks-worth of poz seed inside his hole. Now our DNA was bound in more ways then just being half-brothers. After I pulled out I stuck my fingers in his hole to massage my seed into the walls of his ass. My fingers were sliding in so easily I couldn’t help myself, and I began to work four fingers in him. Then I slid in my thumb and with a little bit of encouragement from Mike, I slid my fist inside his hole. My brother was in pig heaven. He truly found himself. After I worked my fist inside his hole for a few minutes I knew I had to make way for the next poz top to seed Tyler. Mike stepped up and slid his cock in my brother and as Mike pounded away with his nine inch, thick tool, I leaned into my brother and kissed him, deeply and passionately and told him, “Welcome to the club little brother.” Then I yelled up the stairs “The little bitch is ready.” Everyone came down and began to strip around us. Before too long Mike yelled out he was cumming and shot a weeks-worth of seed deep inside Tyler. After Mike, Eddie took his turn and the party was in full swing. I kept Tyler well supplied with Tina throughout the party and by the time Sunday afternoon came he was well seeded. He even took a double penetration from Mike and me. A few weeks later Ty called me when he got a bad case of the flu. A month later I took him to get his very first HIV test and when it came back poz we celebrateed by going to the baths. We found some unsuspecting newbie for Tyler to fuck. The kid admitted to being a virgin. Ty gave the kid a similar story and they went off to fuck. I found them later in our room where I slipped the kid a little bit of tina in a booty bump along side my little bro’s dick. After Ty seeded him, I took my turn. The kid had no clue what was going on, but before he knew it, he had take two charged loads.

Got cabin fever from all this snow piled up on the streets. So, had to get out. I walked over to a fuckbud's condo a few blocks away He was as horny as I was, and he promptly pounded his meat into my fuckhole, and, voila, I had two creamy cumloads up my ass in less than an hour. He was temporarily spent, but he called up another Top in his building who was eager to fuck hole. The new guy loved my pre lubed hole, and seeded my cunt with two more loads. By that time, my original fuckbud's cock was at full staff again so he was ready to plow my ass while I cleaned the other guy's cum and my ass juices off his cock. After 15 minutes or so, the two Tops traded places. Neither came in me again, but they jacked their loads out onto me while I pulled my cock to orgasm. Both of them fed me their and my spooge puddle. I kept their loads in my hole, and walked the few blocks back to my condo. Still feels good percolating in my fuckchute, but some has started to dribble out. I'll sleep good tonight.

You might say that I was recently in a "position" that I'm not usually in... Although I'm a bit of a confirmed bottom, was recently in a 3-way where I had a great time working over a bottom's hole. It had been a long time since I had fist pounded a willing hole. The top and I worked this bottom's hole for well over an hour only leaving him begging for more when we removed our fists. I thought that our bottom needed to be rewarded for his flexibility and hard work so I sucked on his big dick as the other pounded his hole with his large fist. Never one to refuse a load of cum (prefer it in my hole), the bottom dumped a huge hot load in my mouth that I shared with the bottom and the fisting top. Was a hot scene to say the least.

Westin Hotel LAX room 657. Just got through dumping 2 loads in a nice fat bubble butt bottom guy on bbrt. I might give him a third load tonight. When you find the right bottom you gotta go back for seconds and thirds.

Richard liked to get fucked. Most of his waking hours were spent thinking about cock. He loved thinking about the next cock and he loved thinking about the last cock. He had few limits. Size was not an issue, but he always knew the big ones really felt good. He was a barebacker. The only latex he understood was the paint he used in his work as a school custodian. Although he worked in an elementary school, he was clear about one thing. He liked older men. Silver daddies, aging bears and mature leather men were his favorites. Small in stature, Richard was only 5’ 4”. Powerfully built, he often call himself the Mini Hulk. As a partial gym rat, he like to see his body in a mirror. He had his first taste of gay sex while in high school. Just like many men’s dream, he and another boy on his wrestling team caught each other eyeing the bulges in their singlets. It was only a matter of time until they were wrestling in the nude. An even shorter time later, Richard felt the first of what would be many cocks pierce his asshole and get driven deep into his guts. Richard had been fucking a few girls for a couple years. In fact, he had knocked up his first girlfriend during the summer between his sophomore and junior year. After she miscarried, he knew that he must start using condom and did. But now that he had felt what a bare cock felt like, he understood two things. One, he really liked getting fucked more than he liked jamming his cock into she-cunt. And more important, he knew that he would never feel latex on his or another guy’s member. One hot ass breeding and Richard had converted from chasing pussy to being a confirmed barebacking bottom. He was fairly well endowed. His cock was not huge, but it got very hard and pointed upwards like many young men’s aroused organs do. Still, he did not always want to top. He would to satisfy the partner of the moment, but he did not enjoy the act. All he could think of was taking ever more cum. Throughout the rest of high school all he could think of was sports and getting fucked. He was hopeful that he would get a scholarship for his wrestling skills and never thought much of the future. It was just sports and cock all the time. Graduation time came and there was no scholarship. He had to go to work so he applied to the school system for a custodial position. His father, Richard II, was an assistant superintendent in the same district. Helping his son, he sent him to see the principal of a small elementary school in the rural part of the district. Richard II, unpopular with the principals was known as Big Dick, both for his size (he was 6’ 4”) and his overall “people” skills. The principal, never one of Big Dick’s fans, was unhappy that he was being forced to take the offspring of that hated man as his only janitor. So it was not surprise that he greeted the son with a loud “Well, if it isn’t Little Dick”. He gave the now embarrassed son a difficult interview and hired him with the comment: “Looks like I just got Dicked by your old man”! Still Richard was happy to have work and eagerly waited for his start date in the fall. Over the summer the whole Bottom’s family traveled some. The family time helped Richard have some space between his man-whoring and playing sports. He knew that he would have to be more careful as an adult and as a queer working in an elementary school. He certainly did not want it known that Richard II’s only son was a cock loving bottom pig. So it was with shock and surprise that he saw his school uniform emblazoned with his name for all to see: Little Dick Bottoms was stitched onto each of his shirts. While it was truth in advertising, both his name and his sexual desires, it was not going to be an easy start to a new job. Even more embarrassing was his introduction to the faculty and staff when the principal introduced him with a cadence that emphasized “bottoms”. The snickering of the faculty told Richard, they already knew of his fondness for cocks. And, the concept of LITTLE DICK BOTTOMS came into being.

My first loads of the year. I've been trying to be a good boy ever since I gave my wife syphilis but sometimes I can't help myself. It had been over a month since I was last fucked and I was horny as hell. For many months, I had been in touch with a young college bear with a nice big and thick dick. Our schedules finally aligned and I went to his apartment during lunch. He fucked me like a beast in a few different positions before finally unloading a huge cum load in my ass. God I love being bred! This always gets me riled up, so I went looking for more. I found another married bear, about 8 years older than me, to come to my truck camper I keep at work. He felched the load out and played with my ass some, relishing the gooey cum that was pouring out. He stood up, shoved his cock in, and fucked me for a couple of minutes before dumping his load up my ass. I was horny as fuck since I hadn't cum in a couple of day, so I asked him if I could fuck him. He turned around, bent over, and I bred his ass. That usually does it for me, but I was oddly still horny. Unfortunately, I couldn't find anyone else, so I jacked off using the cum in my ass for lube.

Few days ago breeded older guy with my young hard dick. After rough fuck i left my load inside.

Sunday afternoon a young mixed race student I fucked the week before came back for a second session. He sucked my cock, licked my arse and then I fucked him bareback and shot my load right up him. Took him out for lunch and then brought him back, fucked him again and dumped another load up his arse

God i hope this continues versbbguy have fucking loved every chapter of this story

Guys I need you to realize this story is complete FICTION, your personal feelings aside, I wrote it because I'm a very horny guy... not because I'm encouraging you or anyone else to do anything in the story. If something strikes a chord I can certainly appreciate you liking it (or not), but I can't censor myself otherwise the story won't flow ... for good, or for bad. Hopefully most of you like it, and if you don't, I'm ok with that, and understand. Thanks.

Fuck man this whole series is so damn sleazy and hot! I love it!

Dav off = breed time First guy was from my neighborhood and we had been going back and forth on Grindr. I honestly didn't think we'd ever really hook up. Yesterday morning he messaged me saying if I was into groups and I told him it depended on the third. The third wasn't up for it so he came over anyway on his way to work. Didn't give much notice so I wasn't even fully cleaned out yet. Didn't stop this guy from fucking me till he blew a quick load and was on his way. I wanted to take more loads so unfortunately I had to clean out a bit more and I hate the thought of losing a guy's seed so quickly but I'm sure remnants were still in there. Second guy I found on Growlr, cute nerdy type who was apartment hunting in the area and was interested in a quick breed. Quick was an understatement. I sucked the guy for maybe 2 minutes before he wanted to fuck me which lasted about thirty seconds before he blew his load. The good thing though is that it was a 7 day load and I could literally feel his cock pump every rope of cum into me. I could feel my ass fill up with all his seed and it felt amazing. He left for an apartment viewing and I stayed for my last hook up of the day. A regular of mine came by, big hairy daddy type, and believe it or not is a minister at a church on the south side. We did a little foreplay before I felt the heat and huge desire to just have him fuck me. He didn't last long either because about 2 minutes into fucking he dumped a 5 day load into my already cummy hole wrapping up my day off with a nice full ass. Love days off.

Woke up this morning, horny as hell. Logged into Grindr and found a bud close by, same complex. Bi dude with kids. Told him to come over, strip and suck my cock. He did just that.... Flipped him over and lubed up. He was fucking tight... Plowed him for about 15 mins... He told me to pull out and I said no... Seeded his ass good with a 4 day nut.

So my son got a microscope for xmas, he wanted it for school work, an AmScope. Anyway he left it here when he went back to his Moms after lunch. We had been looking at yogurt and hairs all morning! i was as horny as fuck after he left, so got on Squirt and BBRT and ended up with 2 loads in me. Came home and there on the desk was his microscope. i squeezed some cum out of my ass and made a slide. Was fun to see the sperm that had just come out of my ass still swimming around. One reg tops and one anone tops sperm is swimming around inside me and i just find that so fucking hot!

I'd like to share MY LOVE of black cocks..... I thought I was versatile. I wasn't exceptionally well endowed but I wasn't tiny like some Asian or white boys are especially when they partied. So far I have only dated guys who had quite large cocks and were strictly tops so I got fucked by them however after my break up with my ex, I hooked up with a white bottom and enjoyed fucking him and decided to try fucking more guys. John was in his mid 30's and he was very handsome with blonde hair and blue eyes. After our first hook up, we met up few more times and fucked since we lived only few blocks from each other. One snowy winter night, he called me around midnight and asked me to come over. When I got there, he was already naked and he was smoking from a glass pipe blowing out thickest white smoke I've seen. "Wanna try?" He held it out to me and fed it to my lips as I inhaled. "Take it as much as you can and as deep as you can." My lungs were healthy from swimming and running tracks in high school and it took several minutes til I got smoke filled inside. As I exhaled the thick white smoke, I felt my body tingle with lust and my cock harder than ever before. John was impressed with my smoking and begged me to fuck him while he took another hit from the pipe. Although we only fucked with condoms on so far, for some reason, I felt the urge to shove my raw hard cock into him really hard so I did. John almost dropped the pipe but didn't complain as I fucked him hard for few minutes. He held the pipe to my lips again and I took a hit as I continued to fuck him. We passed it back and forth few more times and I fucked him hard for a long time. John started to beg me to fuck him harder and this kept on driving me wilder. I finally was nearing my orgasm and John asked me to fiill him up sensing my nearing orgasm. I shot my loads in him but my cock stayed semi hard inside of him for few more minutes. John asked me if I liked raw fucking and I told him I did. He also asked me if I was into group sex and I told him I liked the idea but haven't been in one. We decided to go to one nearby and took few more hits from the pipe before getting dressed to go over. It was in the same building as John's but on the top floor. The host was a really cute young white boy who answered the door only with a bathrobe on. There were few hot young men in the apartment already. After we entered the room and the door closed behind us, they started to get naked and I was impressed how big their cocks were. I felt my older urge as a bottom merging into me but it was interrupted when I felt a finger at my hole trying to enter. It was the young white boy who was trying to push his finger into me while John had few fingers in the boy's hole. "I am sorry. I don't bottom. Not with the smoke. I feel weird." "You must relax. If you clean it, it will help you to relax. Do you want me to help?" I was attracted to this sexy young white boy so I agreed to his help. As we walked away from the group, John got on the floor and started to entertain the other guys rather hungrily. The bathroom was huge and the tub was already filled with hot water. He took my hand and led me into the tub and sat me down while he stood in the middle and inserted a metal hose into his hole. He grabbed his ankle when he turned the faucet letting the water fill him up till he was too full and pulled the tube out. He stood still for few minutes before he rushed to the toilet and let it out. He was mostly clean and he told me he's already cleaned himself so he's clean. He did it few more times for me to see him before he told me to try it myself. As I stood in the middle holding my ankles, he inserted the tip of a turkey baster instead of the hose. He told me to stay still as he pushed some liquid into me that started to burn inside of me. He told me it will help me with the whole process and few minutes later the burning stopped. He pulled out the empby plastic cylinder and pushed in the metal hose filling me with warm water and made my belly burge out. I held still for few minutes and rushed to the toilet to let it out following the white boy's instruction. At first, I had some dirty stuff but after couple of times it was coming out all clean water however I didn't stop since it started to feel so amazing to be filled with warm water. My young friend must have sensed my enjoyment as he started to pump the hose in and out of me instead of just leaving it in there to fill me up. Then he replaced the hose with fingers and started to pump in and out of me really fast making my body rock as well. It felt so amazing to be fingered like this as I started to moan and rock back to his fingers. Then all of sudden, I heard the white boy's moaning from some distance away from me. I turned my head and the white boy was bent over by the toilet with a huge black cock impaling his tight hole. The sight of them turned me on so much. I could also see myself holding my ankles in the middle of the tub with a hot muscular black man standing behind me with his fingers deep fucking me. I was a bit surprised but I loved the fingers in me so much that I continued hold my ankles for him to fuck me more. He poured some cool gel at my opening and used his fingers to push it into me deeper. The gel was cool but something else burned insdie of me as well. He continued pumping his fingers into me for a while before he stopped and pulled out. He gently placed me on my knees over the edge of the tub looking directly at the white boy who was now on the floor not too far from me with one black cock in his ass and another in his mouth. Both of them were balls deep in him and they all held still in front of me. As I watched them, I saw the huge balls of the guys moving up and down and the young white boy's belly bulging out. Both cocks pulled out of the white boy a little more and I saw yellow liquid flowing out around the cock shaft from both of white boy's holes. And I smelled strong piss. The white boy's face looked so angelic and happy as his adams apple bobbed up and down as he drank up the piss while the other guy piss fucked him. I felt my own hole desiring the same thing as the white boy when I felt a huge hard cock head kissing the gaping hole. I felt my hole spasming around the cock head... "Your hole is kissing my cock head." The black boy told me as he pushed it into me. I couldn't move away from him since the tub was holding me up but my whole body shook with the pain as he continued to fuck into me. I bit my own lips to stop myself from screaming. For some reason, I didn't think of stopping him from fucking me even tough I felt the huge pain. Relax.. Relax..... somewhere the voice was heard. I tried to relax my hole but didn't know how to at first. Finally when I got the hang of it, the pain was gone. I started to fuck back into him sometime ago. He lifted my whole body with his cock still deep inside of me and the young white boy was carried by one of the young black man as well. They carried us to the livingroom to join John and more black/latin booys/men with hunge cocks. John was taking two cocks in his ass while he tried his best to suck another. Soon the young white boy was doing the same thing as John. I was happy to have one cock inside of me for now. I felt the young black strangers cock grow bigger and get deeper into me for a while before he started to fill me up with his hot seeds. That's how I was initiated into black breeding with T.

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.

That's a totally hot encounter. I do get off on anonymous scenes, and it's even hotter when they first tell you they only play safe and then show up and are so hot for your ass that all thoughts of condoms go flying out the window! Bareback loads -yes please!!!

I get off seeing how big a slut I can be -- connecting via craigslist... ringing a doorbell wearin nothin but boots and shorts, one testicle out... starting to strip in the living room or kitchen ... following the other guy(s) to the bedroom, playing w/myself... slurpin and slobberin as I tongue assholes... making enough noise for the neighbors to hear ... then stopping by the dirty bookstore on the way home.

Hey, guys, I have three or four stories that aren't over yet, Just hitting a very bad case of 'writers block' right now and not sure what to do with my stories yet. Have my ideas I want to do with them but just have not been able to put them into words for a bit. I am sure it will come back and probably with a vengeance. LOL

That's hot man. I really do love black meat. It took me a while but my buddy and I decided to try our first slam. We were hanging with a guy that we'd partied with before and he asked if we wanted a shot. My buddy said yes, so I said sure too. I was thinking of a G shot - had no clue it was going to be a slam. He leads us to his bathroom which I thought was odd since the G was in the kitchen, but figured they got distracted. The next thing I knew he was measuring out crystal and placing it in syringes mixed with saline solution. My eyes must have been bugged out of my head. We'd been smoking and did some G earlier, so my inhibitions were already down. It turned me the fuck on! We waited a few minutes to let the solution reach it's potency and he asked which of us wanted to go first. My buddy Scott volunteered (fucking slutty pig! lol) and I watched as he tied off his bicep and wiped the veiny area with an alcohol swab. Within a few seconds, the needle was in his arm and he was talking Scott through what to expect. He pulled a bit of blood back into the syringe and slowly began to inject the tina into his veins. Scott took a few deep breaths, coughed a bit - and exclaimed "HOLY FUCK!" a few times and darted over towards the bed. I followed him to make sure he was ok and I could tell he WAS. He grabbed at my cock and just fucking needed it. It was incredibly hot. He sucked me and I fucked him a bit and then it was my turn. I laid back on the bed and assumed the position. Scott kept looking at me and I could tell he was flying so hard and just waiting for me to lift off and join him. It was the most intense feeling I've ever experienced. I just wanted dick and ass and MEN. Scott and I fucked and watched our hot daddy buddy slam himself - and joined us in lift off. We fucked and played and stretched each others man-holes for the next couple of hours. Our mutual craving of big black cock kicked in and we prepared 3 more slams for us and started hunting ...

Part 3: How to Stop? It was all kinda surreal. Sean left rather quickly after he filled my ass with his aids-filled cum. I was still trying to make sense of all of the contradictory feelings I had. Reality started to seep in. I might have gotten aids. The only thing I specifically remember him saying to me was "if you want more, you know what to text me." I couldn't believe what I just did. I showered vigorously after that, and tried to wash out my hole. Despite my efforts, I saw no evidence of his cum leaving me. Fuck, he must have been deep in me? I felt that wave of panic again as i considered the thought. In a last effort to find and perhaps remove any cum, I let my soapy fingers probe my hole some more. I tried to block out the words echoing in my brain "I wanna get aids." I tried to reconcile how I could have knowingly let a guy with hiv fuck me. It made no sense! And neither did the hard-on that grew as I probed my hole. What's going on here?! Intense memories of his recent dicking danced in my head. I tried to ignore them, but my dick was suddenly at full attention. As the water was trying to wash the last bit of sweat off me, I found myself stroking my dick as my left hand was fingering my own hole. There it was again, that odd and indescribable sensation. A longing? Maybe he was just a good fuck. It didn't matter. Sean was hot. It's not wrong to jack off thinking about a good fuck. I figured I'd just rub one out and be done with it. I couldn't forget his words "I'm giving you aids" as I jacked my cock. Why was I so turned on? His message replayed over and over as tugged at my member. It was only a few seconds before my orgasm arrived, almost without warning. And, oddly enough I found myself blurting out "i wanna get aids!" even as I found myself disgusted by the thought. In the days that followed, I tried to put Sean out of my mind. But, at least once a day or night, I'd find myself thinking about him and how good it felt and how I never felt like that before. After a week, I decided things couldn't get worse. I mean I let a guy with HIV fuck me and cum in me. And not just a gentle fuck, it was a serious pounding. I couldn't imagine being anything but poz now. Why not reach out to him? And so I found the courage to text him. He didn't respond to my "hey sup?" messages or my less-inhibited "let's fuck" invitation. I then knew what he wanted to hear. It was much easier to text it than to say it: i wanna get aids. When my phone vibrated with his quick response, I nearly jumped. "when?" was Sean's response. My heart raced. Could I do this again? I took a shot of vodka. I needed to calm down and think straight. One shot became two, then three, just ten minutes later. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. What do I really want? I glanced down at my phone again. The warm Vodka-induced sensation in my chest had a calming effect, I guess you could say because it was much easier to text my reply: NOW! Despite feeling somewhat calmer, the vibration from his response still startled me a bit. "Be there in ten," Sean replied. I kinda forgot how small Lansing Michigan was until he sent me that text. The one that followed brought me a bit closer to reality, "lube your hole well. i want quick entry." I realized that I wanted to take his beautiful cock into my mouth and so I tapped back, "i can't wait to suck your dick this time." And it was then that I noticed my massive boner fighting its way up through my briefs. His response was one part disappointing and one-part exciting. "no head, I want every drop of my poz cum in ur ass, even pre-cum." Oh shit, what was I going to do?

For the rest of the evening, we ate for a bit then chatted about ourselves. Will was the first person who had ever been interested in me. He listened to what I liked and thought. He told me how good looking I was, what a great little body I had and how hot my small tight ass felt on his cock when he was fucking me. I'd never had anyone compliment me like that so I enjoyed it enormously. Gradually, Will turned the conversation to sex. He explained that although he was top he did occasionally get fucked, or as he said, “get bred”. I'd never heard that expression before and asked him about it. He said it was when when a guy shot his seed in another guy's ass. “Seed”, another new term he started using to describe cum. In fact from then on he has always used it. He told me that he would always breed me with his seed as it was the only way to be really intimate and close. In my head I was so pleased he had said “always” as it sounded like he was planning we would be together a long time. I hoped so because I had never felt so attracted to anyone before. Will talked at length about how he loved breeding his previous boyfriends asses, but he was especially into seeing other men breed them. He said that now I was his boyfriend he'd want to see lots of men breed me so he could then fuck me in their seed. I couldn't understand why he got off on that, but was over the moon that he had said we were boyfriends. I knew there and then I'd do whatever he wanted as I was falling for him. Amazing to think that we met on Tuesday and it was now only Friday evening. I had never felt the same intensity for my girl friend. Will was boned solid as he was telling me all this and finally he told me “to kiss his 10” seeder cock”. I got on my knees and my mouth made love to his cock. I kissed it passionately as if it was his mouth. My lips went up and down the full length of him and I swallowed every drop of his pre seed. Will told me to move to his balls and kiss them and to know they contained the seed that he was going to breed into my ass shortly. He said to tell him how much I wanted that. I replied saying I wanted it so bad and would never get enough of his cock or seed. He looked intensely into my eyes, a look I couldn't and didn't want to pull away from and he said he wanted to breed me so much. Will was sitting on the sofa and he told me to sit on his cock facing him. I slid down on his cock whilst we passionately kissed. I had never taken him that way and boy did it feel good. It was as if his cock was even longer. You know guys I'm not tall (5.5) and very slim (27” waist) so imagine what it was like to take a thick 10” cock fully inside me in that position. It must have been half way inside my torso. Will put his hands under my ass and lifted me up and down the full length of his cock. I realised he was using my whole body to jack his cock. Will stopped kissing and whispered into my ear that he could feel his pre seed flowing into my ass which his cock was grinding into my ass walls and deep into my guts. I could only moan as by that point, I was lost not just in the physical sensations but the whole mental thing of what Will was doing to me. Will asked me if I would go to a club tomorrow night that he knew, where lots of men would breed me. He said it would turn him on big style. He stared into my eyes as he lifted me up and down on his cock. By that time, I had no thoughts other than the immediate feeling of his cock in my ass, the whole sensation of being used to jack his cock off, the fact he was my boyfriend and how much I wanted him to seed me. In those circumstances my only reply was, of course yes, I'd love to go to the club with you. Will pulled me firmly down on to his cock and immediately shot his seed, the deepest I think I ever took it up to that point. When I knew he was cumming, I shot too, all over Will's chin. I will fast forward the rest of Friday night and most of the day part of Saturday. I am sure you guys want to hear about the club. After a 15 minute cab ride we pulled up outside this dark building on a quiet, non residential street. I had been nervous all day and by now I was trembling. Will tried to reassure me as best he could during the cab ride but he couldn't say much as the driver would have heard. There were no signs to indicate a club or bar but will pressed a button and I heard a buzz as an electronic lock opened. We entered a small entrance room where a guy sat behind a desk. The desk guy looked at me and said I looked too young to get in. Will assured him I was 18 and he passed over my ID. Desk guy studied it closely and looked at me to check the photo. After a minute he looked at Will and said, “fuck the guys are going to enjoy doing him tonight”. Will winked and handed over the entrance money. We walked through to a locker room where we took all our clothes off, except for shoes. I was very apprehensive at this point but trusted Will that it would all be good. Will led me through a corridor and into what was the bar part of the club. It was almost pitch black but after a few minutes my eyes did adjust. I couldn't believe what I saw. There were maybe a 100 men all standing around naked. Some with boners, some not. Some guys were in their late 20s but most were 30s 40s and older. One or two of the guys had hot bodies but most guys were average and some guys had big bellies. I then noticed that some guys were having sex. There was sucking and fucking going on and one guy was leaning over the actual drinks bar, having a drink, whilst another guy was fucking him. I was amazed that this sort of thing went on. Will got us some beers which we drank whilst checking out the guys. I noticed that most of the guys were looking at me, many of them stroking their cocks as they did so. I pointed it out to Will and he said they all wanted to fuck me. I was grossed at that, as so many of them were unattractive. Will just winked and smiled saying that by the end of the night I'd probably have let them all fuck me. He said he'd like to watch each of them breed me. I thought no way. Just then a guy appeared from a passage way, saw us and approached Will greeting him by saying I knew you'd be here, you pig. I looked at the guy who was called Rob and noticed he was boned solid. He had a hot body and his cock was maybe 7”cut. Will introduced me as his boyfriend. Rob never took his eyes off me and I could tell he liked me. He told Will he'd just barebacked an ass through a glory hole seconds ago but hadn't shot, which was difficult because he had a seven day load in his balls. Will told me to suck Rob's cock and taste the ass juices. I was reluctant to do it as so many guys were looking and the fact the Rob's cock had just been in an ass and I didn't know what that guy was like. Will saw my hesitation and said he'd love to see me suck Rob. As ever, I wanted to please Will, so I bent over and quickly smelled Rob's cock. It didn't smell bad, in fact it smelled great, so I licked the head then took him into my mouth. As will Alan's cock on the previous night, once I took Rob's cock in my mouth I sort of lost control and went for it. I had all sorts of thoughts thinking about who the guy was whose ass juices I was tasting, then I realised I liked it. Rob moved around to my ass and started rubbing his cock into my ass crack. Will had already lubed me up before we arrived, saying it would be the only lube I would need as guy's seed would keep me ready. I could feel Rob's raw cock head at my ass hole and he started to push into me. I couldn't believe what was happening, especially in front of so many men. Will fed me some poppers which helped and Rob slid all the way into me. Will said Rob and I looked so awesome together. Rob started raw fucking me and as a result several guys moved closer to watch. Rob told Will how good my ass felt. Will kissed and supported me whilst Rob thrust into my ass. He fucked me for maybe five minutes then screamed he was unloading his seed into me. He shook for what seemed ages, held in me, then slowly pulled out. Will whispered how proud he was of me. He then said to Rob that it was unusual for him to shoot so early in the night. Rob replied that he hadn't planned to breed me so early but couldn't help himself. He wanted to do me before anyone else got the chance. Will turned me around and quickly slid deep in me. Rob said “yeah Will fuck my seed deeper into his guts”. Will fucked for a minute or so then again turned me around so I could suck Rob's seed off his cock. It tasted so good covered in seed. Whilst I was bent over, I felt another cock push into my ass. I tried to pull back to see who it was but Will kept me on his cock. The guy didn't last long before shooting another load of seed into me. He pulled out and by the time Will released my mouth from his cock, he was gone when I turned around. I was overwhelmed by the fact some guy had shot in me and I never knew what he looked like. Will then again slid into my ass and groaned when he felt how wet I was. A minute or so later he pulled out, again had me lick the seed off his cock, then kissed me. I asked Will what the guy looked liked and he replied saying its more fun not knowing. After some more beers,Will said he'd show me the rest of the club. I followed him down the passage that I'd seen Rob emerge from. It led to an even darker room. There were stalls all over the place and I could see that they had dull lights in each stall. I found out later you could turn off the lights. Will walked me around and men were looking with a sort of hungry look. Most of the men in this room had boners. Will said we should go into a stall. When I got in I could see that there were holes in the walls. He said they were known as Glory Holes and men would push their cocks through. The stall that we entered had a large ass size hole and Will told me to put my ass into it. He left the light on in our stall and the door open. Men were walking past and looking at me with my ass in the hole. After a minute of so, I heard the door close on the adjoining door. Next thing I felt a finger then a cock against my ass. The cock started pushing into me and Will said he could tell by my facial expression that a cock was entering my ass. On the one hand I was repulsed by not knowing who was fucking me or whether it was wrapped or raw. I was thinking it might have been one of the ugly men. On the other hand it was exciting. Will said that the guy would know who he was fucking as he had probably walked past and seen me. The cock would fuck into me then almost pull out, then all of a sudden I heard a yell from the other side and the cock held still, presumably as he shot. The cock pulled out and just as quickly, I heard the door open. Not a second later the door closed again and in no time I felt another cock slide into me. Like before the guy shot in me and left. I asked Will if he thought they were wrapped. He replied that he didn't know but if they were raw I'd soon be feeling seed running down my legs. Another two men fucked me before I needed to stand up as my back was aching. Will felt my ass hole and said it was dripping with seed. He proceeded to fuck me himself and when he withdrew, I felt the seed running down my legs. Will said he was proud of me. We then walked around some more. Will told me to go into a room that had some sort of curtain at the door. He said he would wait for me to come out. I pulled back the curtain and it let a bit of light in as I entered. Almost immediately hands were all over me. (Will told me later that men hung by the curtain to see who was coming in as once the curtain fell back, it literally was pitch black.) Hands pulled me deeper into the room and I sensed dozens of men. Hands were everywhere, as were cocks. Men felt up my body and when they felt I was slim they didn't leave go. Men had me bent over sucking countless cocks and at the same time more cocks were shoved in my ass. When one guy pulled out another guy immediately entered my ass. I was pulled from one man to another. After a bit I felt like I'd better get back to Will. It was very difficult to untangle myself from the men as they had me in the furthest corner from where I thought the curtain was. Eventually, I managed to get to the curtain and find Will waiting. He said I had been in for 40 minutes. He asked me how many cocks had I sucked and how many had fucked and bred me. I said I had no idea, to which he replied that would be about right. He slid into my ass saying it felt beautiful and so wet with seed. Will said he had found a guy he wanted a 3some with and we were to go into a larger private room he had paid for. When I got there the guy was waiting. I say guy but he was maybe a year older than me. He too was slim and he had shaved his nut and pit hair. We introduced ourselves and Will told us to kneel on the low bed next to each other. He said he was to fuck us both and slide from ass to ass. The guy wanted a condom, to which Will refused. He said if he wanted fucked he took it raw only. Will slid into me and I saw the guys eyes look and knew he wanted it bad. He told Will to fuck him and he could go raw. I will shorten the story but Will fucked us both, the seed from my ass was transferred to the other ass via Will's dick. Will then had me stand up and he guided my cock into the guy's ass. It took all my strength not to shoot immediately as I'd never fucked a guy before. I rammed in for maybe 3 minutes then lost all control and shot a wad of seed into the guy. When I pulled out, Will slid straight in and after 5 minutes or so he too unloaded deep in the ass. Will then had me eat the seed out the ass and kiss the guy with it. It was amazing. We stayed another two hours and the same sort of scenes repeated again and again. I don't have any clue how many men I had sex with and how many bred me but it was a lot.

Justin Converts to a Cumwhore A few days after we had met up, I got a call from Justin. “Hey buddy, what’s up?” I asked him “Not much, just been thinking on what we did the other day.” “Yea? What kind of thinking?” “How much I really enjoyed it, and the fact that I want to keep doing it. I really want to take more poz cock and cum, it’s become like a craving to me.” “I know how you feel buddy, I always want cock and cum in my hole. You going to meet up with Ryan and Dave and let them Poz you up?” “Yea, that is why I was calling you. Wondered if you wanted to go with me again. Think I want to try two cocks, but can’t take both of theirs. Was thinking I could take yours and one of theirs.” “I’d be up for that. When were you thinking of meeting up with them again?” “Well, it would have to be over the weekend, as have classes and other shit to deal with.” “Yea, understand that. If you don’t want to wait till then, you can come up here and let Rob and I fuck you. Our cocks are about the same size, so not as big as the daddy cocks.” “I think I could take a little time for that one night this week. When you guys free?” “Right now, any time after 6. Only have weight training practices till after Thanksgiving holiday.” “Cool, think I could come up tomorrow night?” “Yea, we can do that. See you tomorrow Buddy. Just text me and I will meet you and bring you onto campus.” “Great! See you tomorrow and look forward to meeting Rob.” We hung up, and I let rob know that night that Justin was coming over the next night, and that we had to play at being Neg boys even though he wanted Poz cock and cum since he didn’t know about me yet. The next evening as we were walking back to the dorm after weights, I got the text from Justin that he was near campus and where should we meet. I had him wait at the corner he was on and Rob and I jogged over to meet him. Rob let out a low Whistle when he spotted Justin. “Too bad we can’t let him know he is getting Poz loads from us, even if he will be family.” “Yea,” I replied “wait till you slide into him, it is an ass made to be a cumdump.” When we finally got to him, I introduced Justin to Rob, and suggested we head over to the dorm for a bit of fun. On the short walk over, we made small talk, and got to eye each other and start our inner fantasies of how the night would go. Once we were inside, we all fell onto the bed and began to make out with each other as we stripped off clothes. Finally naked, Rob and I began to work over Justin and get him ready to take our bare cocks. I spread his legs and began to rim his tight pucker, getting it lose and slick with my spit for the fucking. Rob kissed Justin and began to play with his cock. After a few minutes, I moved up to his cock and Rob replaced me eating Justin’s ass. The boy was really enjoying our oral skills, but soon he pushed both of us away. “Though I love how your mouths feel, I came here to get both your cocks in my ass, and I really need to get fucked! I need to feel bare cocks in my ass and then feel you shoot in me.” “Wow, for someone who was afraid of barebacking a few days ago, you really are becoming a cumslut.” I said to him “Yea, thanks to you! Now get those cocks in me and stretch me out. Want to feel both of you in me at the same time so I can take those daddy cocks together.” I lay on my back, and Justin straddled me and sank down onto my bare cock. Once I was balls deep in his ass, Rob pushed him down so the two of us were kissing as he spit on his cock and began to slide it into Justin next to mine. Justin let out a groan of pain as his ass was forced open even further to accept Rob’s cock beside mine. But he took it and soon I felt Rob’s balls on top of mine. “You got two cocks in that ass now, how’s it feel buddy?” I asked Justin. “I feel like I am being split in two, but I love the feeling of being so full!” He said. “Wait till you feel us both start moving.” Rob said as he slowly withdrew his cock from Justin then pushed back in as deep as he could go. Rob and I got our rhythm going, and soon we were both really fucking Justin deep and opening him up. “Yea, guys, pound my ass! Give me that cum!” Justin begged us. About 20 minutes after we had first slid into his hole, I could tell that Rob was getting ready to spray Justin’s insides with his poz cum. “Get ready buddy, I’m going to give you my cum.” Rob said. “Give it to me!” Justin all but shouted. A few more pumps and I felt Rob’s cock pulse as he fired off his load into Justin. That sent me over the edge, and I shoved in as far as I could and as I kissed Justin hard began to add my seed to what Rob was pumping into Justin’s bare ass. Rob kissed the back of Justin’s neck and I kept kissing him as we both came down from our climaxes. After several minutes, our cocks softened and popped out of Justin. “Whoa, now I feel completely empty after having both of you in me.” Justin said as we all laid on the bed, chilling out. “Well, I think there is enough cum in you though.” Rob said as he played with Justin’s ass and felt the cum dripping out of him. “Yea, you guys both opened me up in more ways than one.” Justin replied. “But did you enjoy having two cocks in you at the same time?” I asked him. “Oh yea, it was great! I can’t wait to do it again. Going to be one of my new favorite things. Guess I just need to be careful that I don’t get too stretched out and ruin it for when I only have one cock to fuck me.” “You would be amazed at how quickly your ass will recover. And speaking of recovered, I think rob and I are ready for another round with you, if you want.” I said noticing that Rob was getting hard again while playing with Justin’s hole. “I don’t think I can handle both of you fucking me again, but maybe we can do something else I have wanted to try with two guys. Can I get fucked while sucking the other off?” Justin replied. “I think we can handle that.” I said as Rob and I maneuvered Justin so that his head was between my legs and his ass was in the air for Rob to fuck. Rob pounded his ass while I fed him my cock and fucked his throat. After we used him for a good fifteen minutes, I rotated so I was under him and began to suck on his rock hard cock. It didn’t take long till he was shooting his load down my throat. Soon after that I gave him a load of mine to taste as I creamed in his mouth. Rob grunted and told him to take his seed as he shot his second load into Justin’s ass. Again, we all collapsed onto the bed and snuggled for a few minutes. “Well, I hate to cut it short, would love to spend the night fucking away with you both, but I need to get back to my room and ready for tomorrow’s classes. But I really enjoyed it all.” Justin said has he got off the bed and began to rummage through the pile of clothes we had all tossed to the floor. “No problem Buddy.” I said “Any time you want a repeat let me know. I am sure we can fit you in.” “Thanks guys, you really helped me out tonight. I do want to repeat it again soon, but first is to get DP’d with a poz daddy cock to help get me to where I need to be.” Justin said as he finished getting dressed. I got out of bed, threw on a pair of shorts and tee, slipped on my flipflops and grabbed my keys to walk Justin down. “See you Later Rob, and thanks for everything.” Justin said as we walked out the door. “Anytime sexy.” Rob replied as the door closed. Justin and I headed down in silence. At the door to our dorm, I said good bye, and that I would text him about the weekend with the Daddies. He gave me a peck on the cheek and with a wave headed back to his school. I went back up to my room and Rob and I got some studying done before heading to bed.

Bathhouse? No; I'm going to be naked (or wrapped in a towel) for almost all of my time there, so why bother worrying about what I am wearing for the first 5 minutes after I get there/last 5 minutes right before I leave? Bar? Nothing special, though I try to pick out an outfit that goes together and is at least somewhat flattering on me. I'm just not really into fashion, never have been, and unless I'm going to a job interview, I don't care if I'm "dressed to impress" (that said, I don't wear clothes I know are dirty or torn up). It's a bar, you can judge me by my personality, judge me by my hygiene, judge me by my body/fitness level, or judge me by how I suck your cock in the dark-room (or even in the bathroom, if you like putting on a show). That's all fair game, and that's fine with me. But if you're the kind of guy who is gonna judge me by what I'm wearing (or rather, how much $$ I spent on my clothes), you aren't worth my fucking time. Other cruise spot? I tend to wear either a leather bracelet, a t-shirt I got in SF years ago that implies I am gay (but in a way 99% of straight people won't pick up on), or my rainbow belt-buckle. Just a little something to signal "yep, I'm a fag looking to get laid, same as you" to the other guys out cruising.

3. Nathan The drive home was quick and easy. Jason and I were going against the flow of families still jockeying for positions close to the dorms, and the streets heading away were all clear. At home, Jason disappeared into the bedroom and packed a gym bag while I went into my office. With the weeklong trip out here, I had been neglecting work, and it was past time to catch up. "See you around six?" Jason asked before he headed out. "I'm going to study a bit after the gym." "Sounds good," I said. It was just barely two, so I had a few hours to work through my inbox and plan out the next week. At least my balls were now completely drained so I didn't have that particular distraction to deal with. On the other hand, my phone was now constantly vibrating with new texts from Greg and even some from Clint. The two boys were hitting it off, possibly more than just hitting it off. Every message seemed to be about how hot the other boy was. "Greg just took of his shirt. He's damn hot," read one from Clint. A few moments later, one arrived from Greg. "Fuck. Clint just took off his shirt. Perfect creamy muscles." Finally, I texted both of them "Go for it." I wanted them to get the past the messy formalities and start exploring each other, getting the fucking out of the way. It gave me thirty minutes of peace, before a "Too late," came from both of them, nearly simultaneously. Greg quickly followed up with a quick text. It was obvious that Clint would be his first "project" at college. Now, all that depended on Jason and I having given Greg enough sperm over the past few days. He would need it to make this project a success. I couldn't do much else, other than to give Greg one last suggestion. Right as I left campus, I had slipped Greg several of the movies Jason and I had done together. There was one I was thinking of. It had been done almost exactly a year after Jason had become poz and it was just the two of us. We talked about our relationship and had long, slow, raw sex. We talked about how barebacking had been a crucial part of us coming together. I hoped that it would help pave the way for Greg and Clint. Despite all of the sex I had over the past few days, just thinking about the two boys together was getting me aroused again. I didn't even need to fuck. I just wanted to feel Jason next to me again. I just wanted it to be the two of us once more. But, I forced myself to focus on work. Between the driving, the heat, and the adventures of the past few days, I was a bit tired, and a nap seemed like just the thing. Once done with work, I stripped down, and crashed, naked, on the bed. I must have been more exhausted than I realized, because I was passed out within moments of lying down. "You owe me. Big Time." It was a cross between a whisper and a growl and the man's weight was holding me down on the bed. His breath was hot on my ear. Suddenly awakened and barely able to think, my stomach did a flip. "Huh?" I managed to grunt, even with the man's arm tight around my neck. He was just on the edge of choking me. It was a long, terrifying moment before he finally let me inhale. The familiar scent of Jason's sweaty body filled my nose and I could relax. At least a little bit. "You were fucking him the entire trip? And you didn't send me a single picture?" With his free hand, Jason reached down and pulled his gym shorts out of the way. "Or even tell me?" His cock sprang free, slid into my crack, and immediately started to search out my hole. I arched my back, making it even easier for him to line up his cock. "You think you deserve any lube for that stunt?" I nodded furiously. Jason might have been perfectly average in the cock department, but he knew how to use it. I had never been sorer than the mornings after he decided he wanted to show off his talents as a rough and intense top. "It's been a while," I said, hoping he would take mercy on me. "I guess," he said. "After all, you did have the common decency to share him with me once you guys arrived." He reached for the bottle of lube from the bed table. As he slicked up his cock and dribbled just a tiny bit of the lube on my hole, Jason kicked his shorts off the bed. We were now alone and naked, with our cocks erect. This time, there were no distractions, no horny nephew demanding to be fucked, and no obligations for the rest of the evening. It was just the two of us, aroused, engorged, and ready. Jason flipped me onto my back and wrestled my legs onto his shoulders. "Ready?" he asked. His cock was right against my hole. I could tell that he was definitely ready. "Always, love. Always," I said. He pressed against me and his cock slid into my hole. The last time I had been fucked had been over a week ago. Jason had pounded me right before I had left for the east coast and the long drive back here. His hard shaft was a nearly unfamiliar pleasure inside me but I quickly acclimated to it. "Fuck. I needed this," I said, as Jason pressed all the way into me. "I've missed you," he said, leaning in to kiss me. "I've wanted to be back inside of you the entire time you were gone." He finally slowed down his penetration when his balls hit my ass. "I'm all the way inside of you, babe." He slowly pumped in and out of my hole, letting his soft skin rub against my delicate hole. There was nothing that came between us and by the end of the night, we would have shared everything with each other: our thoughts, our love, and, of course, our sperm. "You going to give me a big load?" I asked, in between the long, slow kisses. "If you have any left over from Greg?" "Of course, boo. You must have given Greg plenty. Now its time for me to give you a recharge." He was staring at me, his brown eyes examining my face for any changes over the past week. He stroked my temple tenderly, contrasting with the powerful thrusts of his hips. "You're so beautiful, my man. And such a hot, welcoming hole." "I love you on top of me. Inside of me. And dripping into me," I said. It had started as a rough encounter, but it was quickly turning into something very different. This was quiet and intimate. "Melding with me." "I'm not going to leave you, love. Ever. You know that,” he said. We kissed again, and deep in my body, his cock twitched. He was leaking precum, and my hole was hungry for every drop of it. "I'm going to mark you as mine. And I'm always going to keep you close." "Of course," I said. We were quiet, just making out and truly making love, rather than just fucking just to reach an individual orgasm. Instead, both of us were working together to get Jason off. We both wanted him to explode inside of me, to drain his balls and to fill me with his sperm. We were a perfect team. Long experience had taught both of us what we needed to do. His cock was dripping a steady stream of pre-cum. We didn't need any further lubrication; what the two of use were making was more than enough. "Cum in me," I said, finally breaking the silence. "I want to feel your sperm inside of me. It's been too long." "Miss it?" he said, smiling. "I can never get enough." It was the truth. Ever since that first time, when he first came back from the doctor with the news, I was never satiated with just a single load from him. Even after a long weekend of partying and playing, after uncountable men and my hole dripping and sore, I was always ready for Jason to fuck me and get another of his loads injected deep into me. "Fill me." "You want my poz cum? My deadly seed?" "Fucking right on," I said. "Fill me up, my toxic boy." "Damn right, my sexy poz father." I knew he was going to cum soon, and it was going to be a big one. He was my poz son; I had infected him, and we were now both permanently inscribed with the signs of that exchange. Our two tattoos were a more intimate and binding reminder of the depth and permanence of our relationship than the silver bands we wore on our fingers. "Breed me boy. Fill me with your toxic sperm." "Oh fuck," Jason moaned, his cock sliding deep into me once more. There was a familiar pulse and a comforting spurt as a hot sticky mess bloomed in my ass. I squeezed tight and milked out every drop as Jason continued to pound my raw hole. "Take it, my poz daddy. Let your son recharge you. Give you what you need." As his cum filled my hole, there was a sense of happiness flooding my body. It was the happiness of getting bred, of having a man fill me with his cum and of having the man I loved more than anything else in life fuck me raw and re-infect me with his virus. Although now less intense and more common, it was the exact same warmth that Jason had first experienced those many years ago. It was the warmth that announced his entry into the brotherhood of the infected and the biohazardous. "I love you boy," I said, as my own cock quivered and pulsed, spewing my own toxic load onto my furry stomach. "Fuck yeah, Nathan, cum for me. Shoot that hot poz daddy sperm for me." He bent over, and took my cock in his mouth. Between his dick in my ass and my cock in his mouth, I was in heaven. My dick was dribbling a steady stream of sperm, which he greedily swallowed. He made sure to get every precious drop. "Can't let it go to waste," he said. He leaned in further and licked up the long slash of cum that was spread across my stomach. Unfortunately, as he tried to lick it all up, his hips shifted and his cock popped out of my hole. I was suddenly empty: I had shot my load and had lost his cock from my ass. "Damn," he said and pulled my head up to kiss me. The taste of my sperm was still strong in his mouth. He had been a greedy boy, and swallowed all of the cum. Despite that, my tongue still explored every corner, seeking out the last few drops. "I needed that, boy," I said, breaking off our kiss. Jason nodded in agreement, as he curled up next to me on the bed. He rested his head on my chest, playing with the still wet hair on my stomach. We lay there for a bit. We didn't have to talk; what we wanted to say had been expressed in our raw, intimate fucking and the loads we had given each other. Jason slowed down his gentle circles on my stomach. He was drifting in and out of the light sleep that accompanied a hard orgasm. My phone buzzed. Reluctantly, I turned my attention away from Jason and our post-orgasmic cuddling and to the small electronic dictator of my life. "Who is it?" Jason asked, obviously annoyed at the interruption. "Well, Greg and Clint have been tag-teaming me all afternoon," I said. "I'd pay money to see that," he said, with an evil smile on his face. The mention of a tag team had roused him from his sleepiness. "You may just get your wish," I said. "We know how Greg feels, and apparently, Clint thinks I'm hot as well." "I was right about him. He's definitely got good taste in men." Jason flipped me over, nestled himself between my legs, pushed his face into my ass, and then started to rim me. He licked out the fresh load he had just deposited. "Very good taste indeed," he said and resumed his probing. As his tongue explored my hole, it was hard for me to hold the phone, much less try to find the text I had just received. "And both of them have telling me how hot the other one is. I want them to just get it over with and fuck already." "And what did you tell them?" "I told Greg to try one of our videos to get Clint in the mood, but haven't heard back if it was a success." Despite Jason's efforts, I managed to get the text open; it was from Greg. But then, I let myself get lost in Jason's probing, teasing tongue. Before I could even read it, I put down the phone and spread my legs wider. Jason pressed his tongue deeper into me and my toes curled in pleasure. He scooped out more of his cum from my ass, before pausing. "And what do the boys have to say for themselves, interrupting us in such a critical moment?" He rested his head on my ass, and traced out my tattoo. "I don't know. I got distracted before I could read it." "Oh yes. Put the blame on me," he said as he reached the very last bullet on my tattoo. "You're going to need a new entry on this list soon," he said. "It's always hard to know," I said. There had been men that had only needed a weekend. But there also had been men that had been defiantly negative years later, and not for want of trying. "What do you think?" "Just between the two of us?" he asked. "We're going to have a sick boy on our hands by the end of next week." "That soon?" I said. "I'm not so sure." Modern drugs were frighteningly good, and made the process much harder than it once had been. Accidental pozzings were almost unheard of and even intentional ones could now take a lot of enjoyable effort. "Small wager?" he asked. "Winner picks for an entire week." It was our currency for small bets: we would no longer flip a coin before our evening meds, and instead, the winner got to choose the night's sexual adventures. "My nephew is worth only a week?" I asked in mock indignation. "Two weeks, and we're on." "Deal. And you will regret it," Jason said, and spread my ass cheeks once more, diving in. His wet tongue worked back into my hole and he slurped out a little more sperm. But, eventually, he gave up. "I think I got all I can," he said. He rested his head back on my ass. "So, what does Master Greg have to say for himself?" No longer distracted by Jason's rimming and felching, I picked up phone again. "Success," was all that the text from Greg said. There was also now a text from Clint since Greg's message. "Thanks for the push. This is going to be a fun year," he had said. "Greg fucked Clint. And Clint seems to have enjoyed it." "Bastard," Jason said. "What can I say?" I replied. "In my family, we move fast, and we get what we want." I gently dislodged Jason from my butt, and pulled him up to my face. "And what we get, we keep," I said, kissing him. Between the nap and the sex, evening had come. "Dinner?" Jason asked me as we ended the kiss. "Definitely," I said. We pulled on some sweats and went about making dinner. It was a quiet evening. Both of us had had enough adventures over the past few days and needed some down time. It was nice to be alone, together. We headed towards bed earlier than normal; I won the coin toss for meds, and Jason got his cock sucked. He had shot most of his load in me earlier, but I was still able to coax out a few mouthfuls of his semen. I shot another load myself, jerking off as I sucked him. It was a perfect nightcap and we both fell asleep quickly. As always, Jason was in my arms. The sun woke us up the next morning. Because neither of us had anything to do, I had turned off the alarm. It let us sleep in. I woke up first, and my shifting in bed woke up Jason. "How did you sleep?" he asked me. "Good. And you?" "Fine," he said yawning and stretching. "I'm sorry," I said. "I should have warned you ahead of time about Greg. But he wanted to be the one to tell you." "Yeah, probably. It was a little awkward there for a moment, sandwiched between the two of you. And being naked. And hard. But it worked out just fine." "Still. That wasn't the easiest place. And I had no idea if Greg was going to be your type." "Boo, love. You're too close to him to see it. Greg is everyone's type. Especially once he pulls out that fat, long Telemann dick. And you know, the reason it worked out so well is that you've got the awareness to be worried about it. About us." "Thanks, I suppose." I closed my mouth for a moment, and Jason took the opportunity to grab my cock. "And I've got a Telemann dick of my own," he laughed as he started to stroke it. "And I'm going to have so much fun with it when you loose that bet." "Bet?" I asked. "You don't remember? I bet that Greg would get the fuck flu by the end of the week. Two weeks. Two weeks of you doing whatever I want." With the clarity of a night's sleep, and the hard morning erection, it now seemed like a bad bet. Between Jason and myself, we had pumped uncountable loads of poz cum into Greg. There was no way my innocent nephew could avoid the inevitable. "Two weeks? What was I thinking?" "I think I was distracting you there. It's part of my evil master plan to keep you naked and horny. And any news from our boy?" I picked up my phone, but it was mercifully blank. "Nothing yet. I think we're going to be a weird combination of fathers, lovers, and friends to those two." "Yeah, I was thinking about that last night. At least we'll be able to fuck them," Jason said. "Yeah. But right now, I need to fuck you." "Ok," Jason said, as he rolled onto his back, and grabbed his legs. "You know I'm easy that way." I took that as my invitation to defile his hole one more time.

That is fucking awesome and awesome fucking. I love being fucked with my own cum.

I have long foreskin that can keep a lot of cheese

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

Couldn't have put it better myself!