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1. Seth "The invitation said there was a carefully selected group of '...positively-minded hot men.'" I had read the story every day since I had found it on Breeding Zone. It was the summer I turned sixteen. I had jerked off to it almost as often, thinking about the freedom and utter lack of fear of the narrator. I must have spilled gallons of sperm thinking about the impunity to fuck bareback, even with guys I knew were poz. I wanted that freedom to enjoy it and to even revel in it. I admired the courage of the narrator. I wanted his strength, but the consequences terrified me. I would stroke my cock, fantasizing about getting fucked raw and then hate myself for my depraved dreams after I shot my load. Freshman year in college, I discovered BarebackRT, and started to chat with guys on there. But I was still too afraid to do anything beyond chatting. Then, in the spring, I started to hear about PrEP. It seemed like a dream come true. A daily pill and I could have what I had been craving for so long, without fear. I started to chat more openly, with more guys and in greater, explicit detail. But, then, my freshman year came to an end; I had to go back home, a boring suburb in the Midwest. I was still chatting with guys on BBRT, but they were now so far away. In early August, I came home one day from my summer job as a lifeguard to see an envelope addressed to me sitting on the kitchen counter. Just like in the story, it was fine, heavy paper, hand-addressed in thick, confident strokes. I wondered what my mom had thought it was when she had gotten the mail. Of course, I had immediately though of the story I had blown so many loads to. I raced to my room. In just the two flights of stairs up, my cock had grown rock hard, telegraphing just what I expected to read. Alone in my room, I turned the card over again. The return address read "Jon Corelli." Jon was a guy I had met on BBRT just as I was heading home for the summer; our chats quickly spilled over into text, where I found myself opening up and telling him my fantasies. We started to exchange pictures. Mine were little more than erect nudes, but his were a moveable feast of bareback sex: him fucking guys, him getting fucked, and an occasional solo cum shot. I held the letter, trembling with excitement, anticipation and maybe some fear. I opened it up, savoring the feel of the paper and extracted the card. It was an invitation, handwritten as well, inviting me to a party over Labor Day weekend, a party for men "with a positive, uninhibited outlook on life," and encouraged me to "come PrEPared for a mind-blowing weekend." Jon was inviting me to his place for three days. We had talked enough for me to know that he had a beautiful condo in a downtown building, where he would occasionally host days-long bareback sex parties with his two partners. Jon had made it clear that although they ranged from very vanilla to extremely kinky and taboo, they were always bareback. He had hinted on text what he had been planning: it would be a party just for me with three days of uninhibited, unprotected, raw sex. It worked out perfectly; I had to go back to school the week before. I would have more than enough time to get a prescription for PrEP from the clinic at school. The next few weeks were endless. I was still texting with Jon, trying to get any details about the weekend. But he was keeping any details a secret, only teasing me with an occasional shot of his cock sliding into a tight raw hole, or a hot young man, his hole dripping cum. I would beat off every night, re-reading the story, re-reading the invitation, looking at the pictures he had sent me, and imagining it was I in the middle of all of the action. Everything seemed to conspire to only prolong my agony. First, my flight back to school was canceled, and I had to spend another night at home. Of course, that meant that I had to cancel my appointment at the student health clinic to get my prescription for PrEP. Then, I tried to re-schedule the appointment but seemingly every opening was full. I was scared that I wouldn't be able to get it in time for the party. But then, two days before I was due at Jon's condo, when I was terrified about making a final choice between long-anticipated pleasures and long-term responsibility, the clinic called about a last-minute cancellation. The Wednesday afternoon visit was quick and painless. The doctor took some blood, explained how PrEP worked, and I was out of there in less than fifteen minutes. Thursday morning I was stuck in classes until noon; when I finally emerged, the doctor had left a message. "All clear. I phoned in your prescription and it will be ready tomorrow morning." I was cutting it close, but I would have it in time for the party. I texted Jon and let him know the good news. "Great," he texted back. "Just make sure to take a pill as soon as you get them." I didn't need any reminders. All afternoon, I was stuck in lab, as Jon continued to send me pictures: first of his boy Cal sucking him off, followed him fucking Cal, his long cock covered only in lube, spit and pre-cum, and then, finally, of Jon's thick white spooge dripping from Cal's ass. I was jealous. That load was supposed to be inside me. I was the one who was supposed to get fucked bareback. I was the one who needed to get filled with cum. And I was the one who wanted to feel Cal's tight hole wrapped around my throbbing cock. At least my roommate was gone when I got back to the dorm. I took the opportunity to quickly jerk off, once more re-reading Jon's invite. Getting off barely seemed to make a difference in how horny I was. Six PM Friday afternoon was now only twenty-four hours away, but I wasn't sure if I was going to last that long. I sent a picture of the trail of cum splashed across my chest and abs to Jon. "That should be in Cal's tight hole," he texted back. "And save the rest for tomorrow. You are going to need it." The rest of the evening was spent eating, studying, and trying not to think about what the next day would hold for me. Even thinking about the barest glimmer of possibilities that lay in store would make my cock start to throb. I had to force myself to not jerk off again, and sleep did not come easy. I almost welcomed the alarm that morning; I had set it so I could get to the pharmacy right as it opened. Even at right at the morning opening time, there was already a line at the pharmacy. I took a number, and waited what seemed like hours for it to be called. But, it was really only twenty minutes before I was at the window. The pharmacist seemed already bored with his day. "I'm here to pick up a prescription," I said. He barely looked up from his computer. "Name?" he asked me. "Seth. Seth Hunter." He typed in something. "Date of birth?" "March 29, 1995," I said. I was a child of the AIDS epidemic, born in some of the darkest hours. But now I wouldn't have to worry about that. I wouldn't have to worry about it. Ever. "Just a second," he said, getting up from his stool, and walking into the back. It took him a few moments to find my prescription. "Let's see," he said as he sat back down. "Have you ever taken Truva..." He trailed off. "Mick?" he said, calling back. There was an indistinct response from someone I couldn't see. "Can you take this?" A few seconds later, a tall, thin guy appeared. The pharmacist handed him the bag. "Mick will talk to you about your prescription," he said. The man I assumed was Mick smiled at me, and pointed me to a door at the far corner of the room. "Meet me there," he said. As I followed him, I checked him out more carefully. He was about 6'2" and his blue polo shirt hugged his body tightly highlighting his muscular gymnast's build. I saw a bit of a tattoo sticking out from his collar. Also sticking out if you knew to look was his pert ass. I willed my cock to go down even as I imagined what it would feel like to thrust my raw, unprotected erection into his hole and drip a steady stream of pre-cum into him. He opened the door, and motioned for me to go in. It was a small room, a desk with two chairs, a few posters on the wall, and a filing cabinet. He had blue eyes and just a hint of stubble and gave me a knowing smile as I walked past him. I could feel him looking me over and trying to piece together my story. I hoped my boner was not too obvious. "Go ahead, sit down," he said. I sat down, glad to have some cover for the lump in my shorts. "I'm Mick," he continued. "I'm Seth," I said. "Nice to meet you," he said. He reached across desk and shook my hand, before sitting down. "We just like to do a bit more counseling for certain medications." He opened the brown bag, and took out a white bottle with a yellow band around it. "Truvada" was printed on the side of the bottle. "Is this your first time for PrEP?" "Yeah," I said. "It is." "That's cool. As you may know, every drug can have side effects. This is no different" "What kind of side effects?" He paused. He got up from the desk, and went over to the filing cabinet. "I have a pamphlet somewhere." He knelt down to open the bottom drawer. As he did, his polo shifted up, and his pants shifted down slightly. I saw a thick white band of a jock strap, and the tiniest hint of the smooth skin of his ass. My cock throbbed once more, wondering if he knew how badly I needed release. I forced myself to look away, to think about anything but sex. Unfortunately, as I looked up, I met his eyes. He had seen me checking him out. "You know," he said, closing the drawer without getting the pamphlet he had promised me. "I'm on PrEP as well." I took a breath; he had seen me staring at his ass, but he didn't care. "What's it been like for you?" I asked. He stood up, and leaned against the door with his legs spread slightly. "It's been..." He searched for the right word. "Liberating," Mick finally said. "My boyfriend. He's poz. And now we're fluid bonded." "Fluid bonded?" "He's shot his load inside of me. Not in a condom. It's more important than I thought." His hand dropped down to his groin and covered his crotch. Or maybe he was rubbing it slightly. It was hard to tell, and I knew my dick was seeing what it wanted to see. "It's really important for men to share fluids." He stared out into space for a moment, reliving some private, intimate experience. "Why are you starting?" "The protection," I started, but paused. "The freedom" I continued. I was staring at him, fantasizing about him. In my mind, I had already undressed him and was feeling his body next to mine. The idea of warmth of his ass against my cock was making me hard. I knew the welcoming wetness of his hole would make it impossible for me not to stick my shaft in him. There would be no fumbling with a condom and no barriers between us. It would be just fucking, the way it was meant to be. "Yeah. Freedom." He said, bringing me back to reality. "To fuck who we want. How we want." I hadn't even taken the first pill, but just the presence of the bottle in the room was liberating enough. I stood up and faced him, no longer trying to hide the hard shaft in my shorts. "Where we want." I said. He reached behind him, and locked the door. In the sudden silence between us it sounded like a heavy safe door closing. He turned off the light; there was still plenty of light streaming in through the shade-covered window. "When we want," he said. He unzipped his chinos, exposing a white jock strap. His cock was straining against the fabric. I unzipped my shorts, exposing my underwear. My cock had tented them as well. He took a step towards me. When I took a step towards him, my shorts fell down, gathering around my ankle. "Nice," he said. He took another step, and was now right in front of me. He put a hand on my basket. "Very nice." "Thanks," I said. "Your boyfriend..." "Calls me his slutty sperm bank." He smiled. "The more I get, the more he gives me." I nod. This was the freedom I had dreamed of every time I had jacked off. From a pocket, Mick produced a small bottle of lube. "You are prepared," I said. He laughed. "Yes," he said. "Besides. You're not the first today." "Really?" I ask. "Yeah. One from my boyfriend and one from a guy at the gym." Mick reached into my underwear and grabbed my cock. "Cum makes the best lube. You'll see" His hand was warm around my shaft. I wondered how his ass would feel. His cum-filled ass. It sounded so dirty, that he had already gotten two loads before 10AM. But it was also so hot. To not worry and to just enjoy sex. "Aren't you worried?" "No. I look for poz guys now. Undetectable poz guys are the safest ones out there. And if you are worried, take one of those." He pointed at the bottle of Truvada on the desk. "This is exactly what it's here for. To let you enjoy sex without fear. Real sex. Bareback sex." My cock got harder at the words. Mick let go of my cock, but in a practiced notion, pushed down my underwear. They fell to the ground, the cool air of the office a shock. I turned to the desk and picked up the bottle. As I fumbled with the cap and the foil, Mick stepped out of his sandals, took off his polo and kicked off his chinos. I tried to focus on the pill bottle but it was difficult. Mick he turned to show me his ass, and I was distracted by how the white straps of his jock perfectly framed his butt. "Breed me?" he asked. There was a hunger to his voice. So many stories on Breeding Zone had described that hunger. But I had never heard it in real life from another man, just in videos. The raw reality of the need triggered animal instincts, which had been long suppressed by society and convention, and these instincts were driving my every action. I had to fuck him. It was programmed in my DNA to spread my sperm as far and as wide as possible. And when a beautiful, talented hole presented itself, eager to be plowed by my thick cock, I was going to do what I was born to do. I managed to extract one pill. It was larger than I expected but was a calming shade of blue. I popped it in my mouth and swallowed it dry. "Fucking hot," Mick said. "Seeing you do that. Knowing you're gonna fuck me now." He poured a bit of lube on his hand and grabbed my cock, greasing it up. "We can just do this?" I asked. It seemed so simple. I took a pill, and now I could slide into his ass. No fumbling with a condom, no tight feeling of rubber. Just skin on skin and pleasure against pleasure. All of that came from a simple pill and only once a day. "Yeah," he said. "Quit talking. Start fucking." I lined up my cock with his hole. I could feel the warmth against the tip of my dick, and in response, I started to dribble pre-cum. "Ready?" I asked. "Of course," Mick replied. "I'm always ready." I pushed against his hole, forcing my way into his body. I was still new to gay sex, but even in my limited experience, I could tell Mick was an amazing bottom. His butt provided just the barest amount of resistance before opening up and allowing my cock to enter. "Damn. That's a nice one. Thick." "So warm. Welcoming." "That's what I want to hear." I stood still, trying to process all the sensations. This was what sex was supposed to be; it was like watching seeing a movie in color for the very first time. Every motion was more intense than I had remembered with a condom, and it was clear I was getting to know Mick on a fundamentally deeper level than I could if I was fucking him with a rubber. Even though I was standing still, sexual hunger was consuming Mick, and he was squirming in a feeble attempt to contain the forces consuming him. He needed more of my cock, and was now pressing back against me. Relentlessly, my shaft slid into his tight, firm body. "Oh. Fuck," I moaned. My cockhead had hit a pool of warmth. It took me a moment to realize the soft liquid was the sperm the other men had shot into Mick. "That feels good." "Doesn't it?" Mick said. He stopped trying to force himself on me, and let me explore the sensations of a hole already dripping with cum. I had never fucked someone with a load already up there, and it was a new sensation for me. I now understood how important fluid exchange was for men. It was especially vital when we were blessed with the opportunity to fuck another man. I was glad that Mick was not going to ask me to pull out when I came. I wanted to cum in him so badly and absolutely nothing was going to get in the way of me cumming inside him. "Your boyfriend," I asked, then pausing, wondering if I could ask the question I wanted to. I barely knew Mick, but yet he had given this intimate side of himself to me. "He's really poz?" It wasn't an intrusive question compared to what he had already offered me. "Yeah. He is. And the guy at the gym. Eli." He squeezed his hole around my cock, coating it with semen from the two men. "He was too. Poz, I mean." It was more than just a physical sensation; it was as if the cum carried far more. It was the DNA of the sperm, transmitting the two men's genetic inheritance and it was the RNA of the virus, transmitting the men's eventual downfall. There was something else there; something powerful and emotional. I just had to experience it; it would never be explained by reason or logic. As my cock soaked in the liquid, mental images and emotional traces of Mick's experiences came to me. I could see Eli the muscular black man that had fucked Mick at the gym, and how grateful Eli was for the chance to release his sexual frustration into Mick's strong, masculine body. I could feel the love that Mick's partner had for Mick and how the two of them used insemination as a way to celebrate and deepen that that love. I had no explanation for it other than I was learning from the semen in Mick's ass. There was also something else there: something furtive that slipped away as soon as I tried to focus on it. It was something evil, scared, and angry. "You feel it too, don't you? The darkness?" Mick asked. "It's the virus. It doesn't like being thwarted. It needs to infect us and it needs to spread. It needs it so badly" Once he had named the dark sentiment was easy for me to focus on it and understand it. It was a dark knight and it was a strong, relentless and deadly predator. It wasn't used to being defeated; over the years it had taken far too many victims and it reveled in its own carnage. "But we are powerful now. Armored and well defended. It's enraged, so it is going fight hard." "But," I stammered, "We're ok, right?" I had been promised that the virus had met its match, and I hoped we were both safe behind the walls Truvada had built. "Of course we are. Now, stop worrying about AIDS and fuck me, Seth." I tried to forget about the dangers of what I was doing, as Mick continued. "Fuck me like you mean it." I pulled my cock out, leaving just the tip still inside of Mick. My shaft was coated with cum. Seeing such hard evidence of how slutty Mick was and knowing my load would be the next in his collection drove me crazy and I slammed my cock back into his hole and all the accumulated poz seed. Mick grunted. "That's what I am talking about," Mick moaned. "That's what I fuckin' need." He was loud enough that I worried that people outside could hear it. "That's what I want, Seth. Don't stop." I pulled out again, and slammed my cock back into him. The force pushed him forward so I grabbed his hips and held him in place. I needed to feel the entire length of my cock buried inside his hole. I slid past the pools of cum in his butt, spreading the thick fluid across the insides of his body, before finally settling deep into Mick's guts. I held my cock steady in place and it pulsed slightly before emitting a drop of pre-cum. It was my first fluid exchange with another man. The full impact of what I had just done took a while to penetrate my mind, clouded as it was by the pleasures of sex. I hadn't swapped my fluids with any one, not a fuck buddy nor even a boyfriend. This first time was with a stranger, someone I had barely met. Even worse, it was while I was at a pharmacy picking up my prescription for PrEP. If that didn't permanently mark me as a Truvada slut, I don't know what would have. I sighed in pleasure. The day and the weekend were getting off to a very good start. I hoped that it also foretold what the rest of the month and the school year was going to be like. But those thoughts were a distraction from the task at hand. I pulled my dick out, and then pushed it back into Mick. It was amazing how good he felt. His hole was wet and smooth and warm, like the longest kiss my cock had ever gotten. I could feel every inch of Mick's ass, every slight objection to my penetration and every eager gulp of my shaft. With each stroke, I learned something new about Mick, some part of his desire. I understood how sex was supposed to feel. I would never be able to put a condom on again and lose this pleasure. "Oh hell yeah," Mick moaned, as I slammed my cock in and out of him. "Breed me, man,╙ he continued. I stopped trying to analyze the situation, and instead just focused on how damn good it felt to be fucking this man. It seemed to go far too fast, and before I knew it, my balls were tensing up and my cock was vibrating with pent-up need. "Don't pull out," he moaned. "Fucking let me have your seed." "Oh fuck," I grunted. My dick was dripping pre-cum like a leaky faucet. "I can't hold back," I said. "Just do it," Mick groaned. His ass tightened around my shaft, kissing it and milking out the last bit of precum. I closed my eyes, shoved my dick all the way in, and let my animal instincts take over. Bareback sex gave me an orgasm unlike one I had ever had before. I felt every drop of cum travel down the length of my shaft, and it flow into Mick's hungry ass. There was nothing held back between us. There was nothing to protect Mick from me, and nothing to prevent me from fertilizing his hole. The first spurt of cum was quickly followed by another, and then another and then one more. In the throes of the orgasm, it was hard to stay standing, but my cock was doing all the thinking necessary. My erection needed to be inside of Mick's wet hole, and my bestial instincts made sure my body maintained the balance needed. "Oh FUCK," I grunted. I hoped that people in the next room couldn't hear us. "Give it to me," Mick said. He squeezed his hole around my cock, and milked out another spurt. Without a rubber, I could feel just how hungry his hole was and how badly he needed my load. For a brief moment, I wondered if he could ever be satiated. But then, my cock demanded attention, and I focused on the pleasure of Mick's warm hole, tensing and releasing as he drained my balls of their load. "Oh hell yeah," he continued. "Damn," I said, as the last few drops of spooge dribbled out of my cock and into his hole. "That was fucking amazing." "That was bareback fucking," Mick said. "That was how men are supposed to have sex." I nodded in silent agreement. It was hard to think about anything; my mind was still clouded by the intensity of the orgasm. My dick was still buried in Mick's hole, and every slight movement from either of us reminded me how unbearably sensitive my dick was. "Think you can go back to rubberized sex now?" he asked me, understanding the struggle I was now contemplating. I slowly pulled my cock out of Mick. The ridges of my dick head pressed against the bare skin. It was just barely lubricated by the cum I had just deposited inside of Mick, and every move was a torrent of sensation. "Never," I said. As my cockhead pulled out, a small drop of white fluid dripped out of his hole. I reached down and pressed it back into him. "Yeah," Mick said. "You know how it is. I want every drop." His own penis was straining against the fabric of his jock strap. I thought for a moment he was going to start jacking off, but he turned around and faced me. "We have to do that again," he said, and pulled on his chinos. I stuffed my softening cock into my underwear and zipped up my shorts. "Yeah," I said, still not quite able to think clearly. "Don't forget your pills," Mick said, grabbing the white bottle off the desk and handing it to me. "Better living through chemistry, huh?" "For sure," I said. Mick put on his polo shirt. It was hard to believe that only a few minutes ago, he was practically naked, bent over the desk, and letting me fuck him bareback. "Uh," I stammered. "Here," he said, reaching into his pocket and extracting a card. "Give me a shout." He handed it to me; it had a name and a phone number on it. "Ok," I said. Reality was slowly sinking in. I needed to get going; there was a lab session I would just barely make in time. "Awesome," Mick said. He adjusted his clothes, and ran his hand over his head. With his close-cropped hair, it was a pointless gesture, but it forced a change in his bearing. He was no longer a bareback cum hound, but a young, professional man. The entire encounter had barely been fifteen minutes, but it was a window onto a world I desperately wanted to be a part of. He opened the door for me, and I stepped out. The people milling about in the waiting room barely noticed us. I wondered how they would have reacted if they had known what we had been doing. "Remember," Mick said. "Take the medicine regularly." I smiled, and headed out. As I walked out, I pulled out my phone. There was a message from Jon waiting for me. "Did you get your prescription?" "Yeah," I wrote back. "And I fucked the pharmacist as well." "Seriously?" "Yeah. He was on Prep as well." "Prep sluts are fucking hot. A guy taking care of himself, so he can take every load without fear." There was a brief pause. Jon was still typing. "Did you take your first dose yet?" "Yeah. Right before I fucked him." "So fucking hot. Two young studs, being safe. Taking care of themselves." He continued. "All so they can have sex without fear. Without condoms. With anyone they want." "I know," I wrote back. My ass was quivering in anticipation. I now needed to know what Mick had felt as a raw cock slid into his hole. "Now, you just have to remember to take it tomorrow morning. We're going to keep you up late tonight." "Good. I hope so," I texted back, before disappearing into the chemistry building.

Since becoming poz, I've always practiced safe fucking. I've never even thought about doing anything remotely unsafe - and I always spread the word about condom use among my friends. I'm a bottom so I never thought about being concerned with a neg top fucking me bare. transmission I assume is low. But I have this asshole friend of mine named Jake - or at least a guy I always run into because we have many friends in common. He thinks that poz guys who get knocked up do so because they are too promiscuous. He actually said "they fuck too much and don't know when to stop so I don't have any sympathy for them." I decided right then and there that my mission was to set up his ass some how. It also helped knowing he is a big fan of Disneyland, so putting everything I knew about Jake, I had the perfect idea to get poz cum up his hole - and I wasn't thinking one load. About six or seven months had passed and I decided it was time to make my move, and by good fortune I ran into Jake at a birthday party. I casually mentioned to him I was going to an amusement park in Anaheim with a group of guys and that we got a hotel room to make it an all weekend full of fun. I told him I had an extra ticket because someone had canceled. He ran the idea through his mind and asked me if he could buy the ticket from me. I told him that it would save me the trouble from being fucked over since the other guy had canceled on me. I also mentioned the other guy lived in Santa Ana and wasn't going to stay in the hotel room. After speaking to him, I ended up having him agree to sleep on the hotel room floor. We figured we wouldn't tell the front desk the room would have five guests staying instead of four. It was a big hotel room with two beds. I told him to bring an extra pillow. It was summer so there wasn't really a need to bring extra blankets. The next part of the plan was to now get poz tops into bareback fucking a negative asshole. I put an ad on a popular bareback site with the heading "Poz Tops Needed for Conversion Party." On the Wednesday before the Friday night sleep-over, I had 26 tops who responded. I had to separate those on the from the list those who were NOT poz, which reduced the number to 15, and then I did my best to eliminate the flakes, which reduced the list to 12. After talking to nine of them who gave me their number, I explained the plan. They were to stay most of the first night and take turns making trips to the restroom and seducing Jake to surrender his hole to them - bareback. It was probably going to be a challenge. I had nine guys who continued to express interest in the undertaking. During each interview, I jotted notes on how committed they seemed, how turned on they were from the scene, if they were really off meds and if they had ever pozzed a neg man before. Dick size played a small part, but I definitely wanted tops with bigger than average dick sizes. I also noted that a couple were able to give more than one load up an unsuspecting asshole. After I narrowed my search, I came up with the best three poz guys of the bunch. They had 26 inches of poz dick they could offer a hungry bottom. All three claimed to be aggressive and would not pull out early. One of the tops claimed to have pozzed up at least 14 men that he knew of for sure. Friday night came and the Jake arrived right after I did as planned. It was around 10pm. We planned to get a good rest and start off bright and early as soon as the park opened. Jake staked his blanket and pillow on the floor near the restroom. As he was about to lye down, I asked him if he was really going to sleep with pajamas with firetrucks all over. I told him that was kind of goofy and that he could sleep the way I do, bare ass naked. The other guys aren't going to look or care I pointed out, but it would stand out when he got up in the morning to shower. And besides, it was in the middle of summer. Soon after Jake and I had dozed off and the other 3 came trickling into the hotel room. They had no suitcases since they weren't going to stay the whole night. I had the biggest dick top sleep with me in my bed. The top in my bed held me by wrapping his arms around me with his dick resting along my crack. Too bad his dick wasn't going to slide up my hole. Jake was sound asleep while the other guys were waiting for my signal. The first guy I had go first went to the restroom. He was naked and had a semi-hard-on. He left the bathroom light on which provided me with a small amount of light just enough to watch the show, yet make the bottom feel comfortable that it was night. The top crouched down on his knees and starting rubbing Jake's body. One hand was feeling his arms, back and legs. The other hand was seducing his asscheeks and crack. The top also started to lightly tug on his Jake's dickshaft. Jake woke up with a rging hard-on. "Hey dude, what's going on?" Jake whispered. "I can't sleep and I'm really horned up. I was hoping you were a bottom," the top whispered back. Didn't take long before the top had his poz bare dick up Jake's ass. I could tell Jake was trying to be careful not to wake anyone up. The top played along. His dick sea-sawed back and forth, up and down his ass shoot. All of a sudden, the top thrusted hard for a couple stroked up Jake's ass as he was feeding Jake's ass with some grade A American poz cum. The top whispered, "My name is Brad, what's yours?" "Jake," he whispered back, "I don't usually fuck bareback." The top told Jake not to worry about it and went back in bed. About a half hour later another top did much the same thing. The previous top who had fucked already left for home. In no time, the second top with a nine inch dick was breathing heavy with desire as he was fucking Jake's hole. as predicted, Jake was on the receiving end of a poz load. Now there was only one poz top left, and he was a multiple orgasm top. The top nudged Jake awake and asked him if he wanted to share his bed because the other top left home to deal with an emergency. Jake was tired but complied. Jake's ass took a pounding. I decided to come out of the blanket and lay in my bed stroking while Jake was getting fucked over. Jake saw me but didn't seem to want to stop because of embarrassment. I egged them on, and walked over to the bed and began playing and stroking Jake's balls and dick. "Get your faggot hands off me!" Jake screamed. In this situation I knew I had the upper hand. I gestured 'fuck you' with my middle finger, accompanied with a loud retort "Fuck you! And I mean really, fuck you!" "I don't want your AIDS hands touching my balls and dick!" Jake screamed out. "So how many poz cum loads do you think you took tonight Jake? Just how many?" The top was breathless and about to squirt his fourth load up Jake's asshole. "I count six loads. Six poz creamy loads!" Jake looked at the top, who just shrugged with a lascivious smile. "Why didn't you tell me the guys were all poz?" "Why would it matter," I asked, "You never bareback, remember?"

With all the warm weather in the UK as of late, I felt the urge to be a cumbucket, so one day at lunch time I headed off to the local cruising grounds, my hole lubed and ready for seed. I had decided to allow anyone and everyone to fuck me, as long as he went in raw. The first lad was in his mid 20s. I sucked his nice 6.5" cock hard, and then turned round, giving him full access. Without a word he pushed his raw cock into my hole and started pounding away. The second was a skinhead in his 40s who appeared while I was being used by the lad. The skinhead unzipped, presenting a lovely eight incher, and slid into my mouth. Meanwhile the younger guy was picking up pace and, with one final, hard thrust, dropped his load inside. Then he pulled-out and left without a word. The skinhead quickly turned me round and slid his raw cock in and started to pound; scarcely five minutes later he rammed a load balls-deep and abruptly left. Number three was a complete stranger as I never saw him. I remained in position, bent over holding onto a chain fence and within a minute a finger slid into my sloppy hole, to be followed by his good sized cock. I didn't allow myself to check him out, I simply allowed a complete stranger to use my cunt. And he did. After ten minutes of pounding, I heard a load groan and (apparently) he was finished. Number four. By this point there was clearly someone waiting as, no sooner had the third guy withdrawn from my hole, I was filled-up again by a monster of a cock. This time I knew I had to look, and in so doing recognized number four was a local muscle bi who would only fuck me if I had a cummy hole. This chap had no skill at fucking, he was just a rammer and from experience I knew he would cum super quick. And so it was. In less than a minute he unloaded, and puling-out, said 'Cheers' and walked off. Now, I was wearing only shorts so I pulled them up, even as the cum ran down my legs and went for a walk. Then I spotted number five: an older, well-dressed chap. We headed into deeper into the bushes and I found his jeans hid a handsome eight inch cock. Within seconds of me sucking him, he was fingering my sloppy hole, and it didn't take he long before he spun me round, rimmed me and slid his cock inside. Unlike number four, this guy was a good slow fuck and hit the spot with every stroke, essentially making me cum without the necessity of touching myself. After twenty minutes or so I was rewarded me with a gift. And then we parted ways. I decided to head home so I started back to the car. En route, however, I spotted a regular so I let him dump a load in my hole. All in all it was a great afternoon: the chance to be a complete slut in the fresh air!

Hey everybody, I'm glad you guys are digging the story. I've got plenty more where this came from with this storyline if you're into it. Hope you enjoy part 2! So, a few weeks passed after Mr. James fucked me silly in the back of my grandmother’s office. Things returned to normal for the most part, but every time my cock would get hard, I’d think about Mr. James and what he did. Late at night, I would lay in my bunk bed and fantasize about going to the bathhouse with him. I thought about rolling with him and how good it would feel. That always got my hole to twitch. And then there was my hole. Mr. James had called it a pussy, and I’d never really thought of it that way. When he did at first, I was kind of grossed out, but the more I would rub my fingers around it, the hungrier it got to have his cock again, and I thought that maybe he knew more than I did about this. Maybe I did have a pussy after all. But most of all, I thought about his cum. For the whole rest of the day that he’d fucked me, I’d felt it inside all wet and sticky trying to ooze out my battered hole. And when I got home I found my favorite makeshift dildo and went to town smearing his nut as deep inside me as I could get it. I’d always used condoms before, and I was such a stickler about not wanting to catch anything, but during those late night moments in bed, I knew I needed more of his cum shooting inside me. It was just a matter of time. Finally, I worked up the courage to use the number I kept in my wallet. I bit down my nerves, and gave him a call. My heart was pounding, and I sat with my legs crossed to squeeze down my hardon as the phone rang. The other line picked up and a gruff male voice answered. “Uh, Mr. James?” “Oh, hiya, kiddo! How’s the day treating ya?” he said, immediately switching to that oversized cartoon voice he always used with me. “I’m good,” I said, and that seemed to be the extent of the words that would come out of my mouth at that point. “Oh, good, good. Have you been thinking about what we talked about last time I saw you?” “Yessir.” “Ah, well, then I’m glad you worked up the balls to say something. I’ve always said you can do amazing things if you put your mind to it, little buddy.” A shiver went through me when he said this, like some kind of horny premonition. I chuckled softly, but the silence came right back. “Well tell you what, why don’t we make this easy. What are you doing Friday night?” “Nothing.” It was two days away, and my dick ached at the thought of having to wait that long. Mr. James knew what he was doing, though, so I needed to follow his lead. “Good. Why don’t you swing by my place around 7. We’ll get ready and get a little relaxed and see where things go from there, how does that sound?” “Great,” I said, my voice cracking with a bit of relief. I cleared my throat and thanked him. He gave me his address, and we got off the phone. My whole body was flushed with horniness. I’d done it. I was about to do it, try something I’d never thought I would. It was going to be a long wait until Friday. The day finally came, and I made sure I was showered up and as ready for anything as I could have possibly been. I put on a black t-shirt, my tightest white briefs, and my baggiest jeans, and drove to his house. The drive took over an hour, and I was scared shitless the whole way, but there wasn’t much in the world that could keep me from having an adventure with Mr. James that night. I managed to pull up in front of his big stone-worked house right at 7. My legs shook when I got out of the car, and my hands were trembling uncontrollably. I could have called it all off right then, but I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. Mr. James answered almost right away wearing nothing but a musty looking red jock and black motorcycle boots. I guess I should have realized this before, but he was one hairy guy. His entire 6’1 frame was covered in dark hair, and the jock sagged with the heaviness of his bulge. Right above the waistline on his jock was a tattoo of a biohazard symbol like you’d see in a doctor’s office. It looked so cool! “Hiya, little buddy. Your evening awaits,” he said with a little mock bow ushering me inside. I chuckled and stepped through the door. He had a big living room to the right with several comfy looking sofas and a big coffee table with a weird looking glass pipe on top of it. “Come on, get comfortable. No need to be shy here, kiddo.” He took a hold of my hand and drew me in for a gentle kiss. I melted into him as he unbuckled my pants. I was losing myself in his kiss while he was working my shirt up toward my head. He laughed a bit and pushed be back. “Hold on, partner. Let’s get you undressed and then we can get to business. We’ve got all night.” I pulled my shirt off and stepped out of my jeans and Mr. James let out a gasp. “White briefs? My beautiful boy, how did you know they were my favorite? Let’s just keep those on you. Now where were we?” He pulled me in again, and I opened my mouth ready to take in his big man-sized tongue. He came in close but stopped short of actually kissing me, holding my head in his hand and reaching up to cup one of my boy boobs in the other. I grunted a bit, sensitive about my doughy body. “Mmmm, such a beautiful boy. I love your body,” he said, as he made little circles around my nipple with his thumb. I couldn’t help but blush. No one had ever said that to me before, and I knew I’d do anything I could to make Mr. James happy. At first the nipple play felt just like touching any other part of me, but soon I felt this pulsing building in my nipple and moving straight down to my ass. The more he tweaked and massaged, the more on fire I became. He gave it a good pinch, and I let out a little whimper looking into his eyes that had become like steel. Then he kissed me deep and hard before I could protest, and I felt myself give over to him. After a few minutes, he pulled away. The front of his jock was tented and wet. He took a finger and dabbed at the precum oozing through fabric and brought it to his lips with a smack. “Tell you what, why don’t we go relax a bit and plan out the night.” I followed him over to the living room, where we plopped on couches opposite one another. “Do you smoke?” he asked. “Cigarettes?” I asked, worried about a lecture coming on. Mr. James just laughed his funny cartoon laugh. “No, silly boy. I’m not talking about cigarettes. Have you ever heard of Tina?” I shook my head no. “What does it do?” I asked nervously. I’d smoked pot a time or two, but never anything harder than that “Well, that’s a good question, kiddo. You see it makes everything a little brighter, a little better. You feel a bit like a superhero to be honest, and it makes sex the best thing you’ll ever experience in your life.” “Oh. Oh wow.” “Yes, wow. And what I happen to have here in this very pipe is grade A Tina just for us, little buddy. Tell me, do you want to unlock the pig boy I saw inside you the other day?” I nodded slowly. “Yes. Please, Mr. James. I want you to show me how.” “Ok, kiddo, let me show you how it goes,” he said with his characteristic goofy flair. “This here is a pipe. Now I assume you’ve smoked before, but not quite like this, am I right?” I nodded. “That’s my boy! See you’re already halfway there. Now this is how it’s done. I’m going to light this torch here, and when the crystals start to melt it’s going to get all smoky inside, and that’s where those pretty little bow lips come in.” I couldn’t help but let out a giggle. I couldn’t believe I actually giggled. “Once that smoke gets going I want you to suck in light and steady until I tell you to stop. You got it? Can you do that? I knew you could. Ok, let’s get started.” Just like he said, he lit the torch and the crystals melted. Whispy smoke filled the bowl, and he offered me the pipe. I wrapped my lips around the end and started sucking slowly. I kept going for what seemed like forever, until I was about to burst, when he told me I could stop. I let out a huge cough a giant cloud of smoke. That stuff tasted just awful, but immediately I felt as if I’d found a power up in a video game. I felt stronger, the light seemed brighter, and it seemed like my whole body was humming, particularly my pink little hole. He gave me some encouragement, and we passed the bowl back and forth a few times until I was flying high. He set the pipe down on the coffee table with one of his little chuckles, raised his arms above his head and flopped down into the cushions of the sofa. Both boots were flat on the floor so his bulge was thrust up obscenely, and I had no trouble seeing that he was rock hard. “So, little buddy, how you feeling? Isn’t this stuff great?” He looked at me with what seemed like love and mischief. The Mr. James I’d always known, but so much more. “Oooooh yeaaaaaaaah.” We both laughed, and he adjusted his leaking bulge. “So, you liked it when I opened up your pussy the other day, huh?” My expression changed, and he took notice. “Aw, you don’t like your pretty little hole getting called a pussy? You don’t like your little boy butt getting called a pussy, is that it?” He said playfully, reaching over to my couch to tickle me. “Mr. Jaaaames!” I laughed. “Well that’s what it is, kiddo, a pussy,” he said, leaning back into the super chilled out position he was in before. “A bright beautiful pussy, and I’m going to do everything I can to convince you. Ok?” “Ok, I guess.” “You guess? Do you trust me, buddy?” “Yes,” I said, without a second thought. “Are you willing to do anything I ask? All we want to do tonight is make each other feel good.” He had this intensity that I’d never seen before. His eyes were gleaming. I felt like I was about to sell my soul or something. I thought for a bit. Everything I wanted was just a word away. My senses were reeling. It all felt too vivid to be real, but it was. “Yessir, I’m ready.” “That’s all I needed to hear. I knew you would be just a perfect boy for me, little buddy. I’ve always known since the first day I laid eyes on you when you were a little thing. All you need to do is let go, little buddy. Enjoy the ride, and I promise we’ll have an amazing adventure together." With that, packed us another bowl and laid back on his couch in the reclining position, thrusting out his crotch. “Why don’t you come here and sit on my lap, kiddo,” he said patting his leg. Wordlessly, my ears thumping in my head and my skin all tingly from the Tina, I went over to him and straddled his pelvis. He let his cock loose from his jock, and I felt it thwack against my underwear clad butt. Feeling his dick touch me brought be back to my senses with a shock, and I moaned. I couldn’t wait to get that monster back inside me, stretching me, filling every little bit of me up with cock. “That’s it, kiddo, just let go.” He rubbed his hands all over my body, resting on my ass. Without a pause, he ripped them open, leaving a gaping hole in the back. I moaned and scooted my ass back to get his cock closer to my hole. Mr. James spread apart my lily white cheeks, propped his cock up against my hole and grabbed the pipe next to him. “I don’t think you’re quite ready for my cock just yet,” he said as he lit the torch. “I wanna see you positively fucked up, kiddo,” he said with a wink. I took in a deep hit and felt my hole loosening around his cock, bit by bit. His thick head made an indentation in my sphincter. The smoke lit me up inside, and suddenly all I could focus on was the tightness slipping from my hole and how much I wanted his cock buried deep inside me. “That’s it,” he said. “Good boy. Let the smoke take you over. Let it let you give me that pussy, little buddy. Yeah, open up for Mr. James. Open up real wide.” His head popped in me with a jolt, and we both gasped. He got me to take another big hit, and my head was spinning like crazy. I started to sink down on his cock and he took one of my nipples into his mouth and started slurping. My mouth hung open and I moaned loudly, catching myself, but burying my hole on his 7 inch cock right down to the root. “Yeah, baby boy, that’s it. Let yourself go. Make any kind of noise you want while you take my cock,” he said. My hole was feeling really jittery, and it seemed like Mr. James’s cock was the only thing that could make it go away. I slid up on his shaft so just the head was left inside me and made little swirls with my hips. Mr. James bit down on my tit and I slid all the way down on his shaft. He reach up a hand and began tweaking my other nipple as he sucked, and my hole twitched along with him. My head thrashed around wildly. Out of control. That connection between my nipples and my hole was like a full blown electric current now. I was in a frenzy for cock. For cum. He touched my face with one hand and moved me back to make eye contact. I could barely focus on him, but I saw his big goofy smile and all seemed well again. “Hey, kiddo, look at me. Look at me. There you go. That’s my boy. I think you’re ready now. Show me how much you want me to take over that pussy, kiddo. Ride my cock and show me.” I took in a deep, shuddering breath. Mr. James was right, I did feel like a super hero. A super hero built for fucking. I grabbed at his cock with my hole and rotated my hips. I felt his precum oozing into me, and all I wanted was more. So I raised myself up, sank all the way down and began milking his cock for all I was worth. Root to tip and back again. Mr. James let out a low, unrestrained grunt. “That’s good, baby boy. Show me how much you want my cock.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I leaned back into his cock. It stretched me from a whole new angle and for a second I thought I would burst. I felt a sharp pain, but nothing was too good for Mr. James, so I bit my lip and ground into him until all I felt was his cock filling me up. I bounced myself on him, increasing my pace. The more I bounced, the better it felt, and soon I was jackrabbiting myself on his steel hard cock, and he started playing with my titties. “Tell me how much you love your pussy, kiddo. Tell me.” “I love it Mr. James. I love my pussy, and I looooove your cock. Please. Please. Please. Oh, fuck I love my pussy. Thank you for making me feel good. Thank you for—“ He crushed his mouth against mine, and took control. He held me against him and pounded into me so hard I thought my pussy would rip open. I tried to tighten up to protect myself, the ferocity he fucked me with ripped away any control I might have had. Panting there against his chest, I felt a spot deep in my pussy Mr. James was hitting. pleasure radiated from that spot to my whole body, and I felt myself start to shake. Mr. James kept fucking me hard and deep and relentless. “Give it to me. Give me that pussy, baby boy. Give it up.” And I did. The pleasure took me over. My muscles twisted up in knots as our bodies slapped together ratcheting up the tension in my pussy more and more with each thrust until everything holding me back seemed to burst open and I let out a primal yell like I’d never imaged I could make. I held onto Mr. James for dear life as wave after wave of pleasure shot through me. I shook uncontrollably. “Ilovemypussyilovemypussyilovemypussy…” was all I could say. “Let that pussy cum, baby. Just let it happen. This is why you give your pussy to men, because they can make it cum for you. As the waves subsided I felt him flex his cock inside me over and over. What I imagined as a river of precum was flowing right into my pussy, and I couldn’t be happier. I collapsed onto Mr. James’s chest a sweaty mess, and he wrapped me up in is arms, kissing the top of my head. The front of my ripped white briefs were soaked, but it didn’t feel like cum. I reached down to touch myself. It definitely wasn’t cum. “Don’t worry about your boy-clit right now, baby boy. Your clitty hasn’t cum yet. That’s just a fuckload of precum.” I was still catching my breath, and Mr. James held me tight against his chest while I did, making big circles against my skin with one hand. And he never stopped grinding his fat dick into my new pussy, painting my insides with his fuck juice while he made cooing shooshy noises at me. “How did that feel, little buddy, did it feel good?” he said in a low, comforting voice. “Mmmmore please,” was all I could get out since my head was still buzzing so fast. Mr. James laughed really loud and I felt his cock flex inside me. That made me giggle. “Well that was really hot to watch, kiddo. You done good. Just thinking about is making me leak like a faucet in your little pussy right now.” He tickled me a bit, and I giggled some more and flexed my hole around his cock. “I know, I can feel it. It feels soooooo gooooood, Mr. James.” “It does, does it?” “Yeah. Wanna feel you cum in me.” “Oh-ho! Do you now? Well why don’t you lean back, baby boy. Let’s talk for a bit. Here, why don’t you suck on this pipe for a little bit.” “Oh, Mr. James, I don’t think I should. I’m real fuckeded up.” “Ha! I know you are, baby boy. But nearly high enough for Mr. James. You don’t want to disappoint me now, do you?” Of course I didn’t, so I settled all the way down on his cock, brought the pipe to my lips and sucked while he held up the torch. “Do you see this tattoo here, kiddo?” he said, pointing to the biohazard tattoo just above his jock line. “Do you know what it means?” “Biohazard,” I said, and he smiled his big goofy smile. “Biohazard, that’s right. And do you know what it means when a man has a biohazard tattoo, little buddy?” I shook my head no. “Well, it means that he’s HIV positive,” he said in this very school teacher kind of way. I tensed up immediately and let out a big cloud of smoke. It couldn’t be true! This couldn’t be real. I started feeling afraid, so I clenched my pussy around Mr. James’s cock and ground myself against him to make myself feel better. Mr. James just nodded and lit the pipe again. “Now I know that’s a bit of a shock, isn’t it.” “Yeah…” “But you trust me, don’t you?” he said, taking the pipe away. “Of course I do, Mr James. Always.” He took a wrist in each hand and brought my arms down against my sides. “Well then I’m going to tell you a little secret, ok? Ok? Tonight, baby boy, I’m going to give you HIV. Hush! No, no, no, you’re not going anywhere now, kiddo.” He said and held me tight. I couldn’t get away if I tried. “Hey, hey, kiddo, you want my cock don’t you?” I nodded yes. “And you want my cum, don’t you? Again, I nodded. “But you don’t want my HIV, do you?” I shook my head no, tears gathering in my eyes. “Well, they’re a package deal, kid. Do you want my cock?” He used my arms as leverage to impale me even deeper on his thick fuck stick. “Yeeeesss!” I cried out. “Do you want me to pull out? Do you want me to stop?” “No, please no!” “I could if you want, little buddy.” “Don’t do it Mr. James. I need your cock in my pussy!” “Well, ok. If that’s what you want, buddy, I’ll keep my cock in you. But if I do you this favor, then I’m gonna have to coat the inside of that little pussy of yours with my toxic cum, ok? It’s only fair.” I huffed a bit, but in that moment, I needed his cock more than anything else on earth. “It’s only fair, kiddo.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Ok.” I said quietly. “That’s settled then. Now let’s get you into position. Here, get your hands on the floor, but keep your little but propped up on the couch.” I did as he asked. Withdrawing his cock from my ass took a bit of coaxing, but I got into position, ass pointed toward the ceiling and hanging a bit off the couch, while I propped myself up on the floor. I rested my head on the carpet. Mr. James got on either side of my ass and squatted, pointing his dick right at the entrance to my pussy, but just holding it there. “Alright, kiddo. Get that pussy ready to get pounded.” With that, he shoved his entire dick inside me and I let out an animal howl into the carpet. “Yeah, you like my fat poz cock, don’t you?” He said as he mercilessly pounded my pussy. All I could do was let out a long moan that vibrated with the impacts of his thrusts. “You like my cock. It’s better than any cock you’ve ever had in your life, boy, and do you know why?” he said, pushing my lower back to grind my face in the carpet. “Because this is a poz cock, and they always feel better. Don’t they?” I moaned my ascent. “Don’t they,” he said. I twisted my neck around to look at him. “Yes. Yesssss.” “Good, now tell me what you want.” “Your big. Poz. Cock. Mr. Jaaaaaaaaaaggghhhhhhhhh—“ he really started pounding and it co “And that poz cum?” “Gimme your poz cummmmmnnnnnnnn” “Here it cums, baby boy.” He thrust himself into me so hard my face skidded on the carpet. His cock swelled to twice its normal thickness stretching my pussy to the limit. He let out a deep yell and I felt every jet he sprayed my insides with rope after rope after rope of thick cum. I squeeze down to milk every drop. With his cock still embedded in me he pushed me off the couch like a plow and laid himself down on my back. I could feel his cum oozing deeper inside me, and it was the best feeling in the world. “You’re going to be my poz baby boy, aren’t you?” I honestly didn’t know what he was talking about, but as long as I had his cock in my hole, any cock, I would be just fine. “Now what do you think about that bathhouse?” I let out a tired, but excited yay, punching the air with a weary fist. Mr. James laughed. “Great, but first we need to rid of all this nasty hair. You’re too pretty to be that hairy.” I agreed, and my hole twitched in anticipation.

This is based on a true story, though it has been greatly embellished. names changed and so forth. *** My name is Mark,a 28 year old bottom, have been a barebacker my whole life, and never really questioned whether or not I would get HIV. It was inevitable, I only played raw, and sometime, someone was bound to lie and stealth me, or not know their status and breed me with a highly toxic load. I had also never done drugs stronger than pot or poppers, even if that was to soon change. I was average all around, average height, average weight, average looks. Javier was different though. It was a hot Saturday, and I was on manhunt cruising for some dick. Had broken up with my boyfriend of several years the week before, and was really horny for some raw dick and good use. I met this hot latino papi named Javier on MH, and we started chatting. We had played years before, but life happened and nothing ever really came of it. He was pretty damn hot, 6 foot to my 5'8, bit on the furry side, with a great looking 9 inch uncut cock that was super thick. Best of all he was a pig like me. He hadn't showered in a few days, hadn't cum in longer. Had a nice build up of cheese in his hood, and said he wanted me to come over and clean it off and take his loads. I readily said "fuck yea!" and got cleaned up and out. Thoroughly. Soon enough I was in my car, heading to his house in a kinda run down area of a town a half hour away from me. I get to his place, and he is waiting outside, looking VERY hot, a little on the sweaty side, and a little trashier than his pics online. I didn't care, it actually made me hotter. "You gonna be my cumdump, puta? Get your ass inside." He held the door open for me, and as I walked past, I could smell his dick and balls, through the basketball shorts he was wearing, it almost made me swoon. "Well, puta, you ready to be my cumdump?" "Hell yes papi, I'm ready to take all your cum!" I replied, getting very excited, my dick straining against my NP jockstrap. He started mumbling in Spanish, which I didn't know very much of, but it still made me hot. He led me inside to his living room, where there were two blunts sitting on the coffee table. He picked one up and handed it to me, and lit it for me, and told me to smoke it to my face. Being no stranger to pot, which this smelled like, I had no problem smoking it. Granted, it was making me hornier than pot usually did, but I figured that it was this hunky Papi pig next to me smoking his own blunt that had me horny. We smoked the blunts and talked, he asked me more specifically what experience I had as a pig. "Well, I only take raw dick, and have had lots of that, by test lat week said I was neg though, so no worries. I have done some piss play, have tried to get a fist into my ass, but never got it all the way in. Played with toys, and brought some with me. I like sweaty, unwashed pigs, just the smell of their cocks and balls gets me hard. I like slings, and I like sleazy scenes. Uncut dick is my favorite, love the feel of the hood around my tongue and in my ass. Um, other than that, I'm open to pretty much anything that isn't shit, puke, kids, mutilation, maybe a few other things, but I like enough things that I'd like to think the ones I don't aren't required." I laughed, and kept smoking the blunt, feeling higher and higher. I didn't usually smoke a blunt all by myself, I was more of a bong kinda guy, but I felt good, so I finished it up, all the way to the filter he had put in it. As soon as he was finished with his, he grabbed the bag I brought, that had lube, poppers, and toys in it, and told me to follow him. We went upstairs to the attic, where it was as hot as hell, but since both he and I liked sweat, it was a good thing for us. He led me through the attic to a room at the back with no windows, but a sling hanging up on the beams, and a ratty old mattress on the floor. It smelled like sex in there, and it made me horny so fast it wasn't even funny. "Strip puta, show Papi what he's getting." I slid out of my shorts, down to my raunchy NP jockstrap, pulled off my shirt, showing him my whole body. I turned around, and he forcefully bent me over to see my hole. He started mumbling in Spanish again, and the only words I caught were puta, culo, and leche. I knew what those meant, even if I didn't know what the connecting words meant. He slapped my ass hard, which made my soft little boy dick jump, and told me "Get on your fours!" and pushed me onto the mattress. Up close, it reeked of piss and cum and sweat, and it was just making me hornier. I was on all fours, with my furry ass exposed, and he was digging his fingers into my hole kind of rough. It felt good though, my ass wanted more in it badly. "Don't move." He says to me, and I feel him get up and move away from me, and hear him going through a cabinet in the room. A bottle of strong poppers lands on the mattress next to my head and he tells me to take 5 long hits and hold each of them. I do as I'm told and I can hear the smile in his voice as he says "Good puta, very good." The rush hits me and I feel Javier get behind me, and then his scruffy face on my hole, his tongue digging in deep. He holds my hips and really pushes his face into my ass, tongue moving a hundred miles a minute. I let out moan after moan and push my ass back onto his tongue, sweat beginning to pour off of my shaved head. He pulls away from my ass, and I feel his fingers digging into me again, roughly opening me up. Sliding in and out. Then a strong burn, which the poppers tell my mind is just not enough lube. More fingers, and more burning in my hole, and my hole just getting hungrier and hungrier. I am starting to shake a little, but I think it's from excitement. Javier has already got me wrapped around his hot chorizho, and I am dying to be able to see it in person and get it in my mouth. My ass is on fire when he tells me to turn around. He has placed a smallish plug on the mattress behind me and tells me to sit on it while I suck his pinga. I sit my hole down on it, and damned if my hole doesn't swallow the thing up without a twinge of pain. This is no small plug either, an average sized one, for my hole that hasn't had anything other than my fingers in it in well over 6 months. Right in front of my face though, is this beautiful, massive uncut cock. Even hard, there is a little bit of foreskin still on the head, and I can see and smell the cock cheese, and it's making me drool. He tells me to hold still, grabs his dick, and starts to wipe a bit of his cheese on the underside of my nostrils, then tells me to open up and lays his pinga on my tongue and tells me to clean it and worship it. "Since you are going to be on it all night, puta. You know you want it bad." And I do want it bad, I want his cheese covered pinga deep in my throat and in my ass. So I start to suck the cheese off, licking the head, digging my tongue under his foreskin, getting the whole head clean and wet, and loving the taste of his raunchy smegma. All the while I am bouncing on the plug, and listening to him spout a stream of nasty talk in Spanish. "That's it puta, bounce your culo on that plug while you suck my pinga, worship the cock that is going to breed you full of cum all night long." I keep sucking his cock, feeling his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down, making me throat his cock, feeling it pry my throat apart to lodge deep in me. "Let it rest there for a bit puta, you will like this." He says to me as I feel something traveling down his shaft and into my throat. I realize he is pissing, and I push my hole harder on the plug, not even able to swallow his piss, it's just going directly down my throat. He grabs his dick hard to cut the flow, and pulls it out to let me get a breath. "Ahora no derramar una gota, beber mi orina maricón." Now don't spill a drop, drink my piss faggot. He says to me and I almost have time to moan before his piss starts hitting the back f my throat and I have to struggle to keep up with it. After the fourth or fifth swallow, my stomach starts to rebel and I harshly crush the gagging feeling and keep on drinking papi's piss down, when he starts to let the spray go all over my face, in my hair, and all over my body. When he's finished, he looks at me, and grins. "Good job puta, you are makin papi proud of you. Now get your ass up and in the sling." So I get up and hop in the sling, letting it hold me, and I can see the restraints. Thinking nothing of it, trusting my hot rough and tumble Papi, I restrain my feet, then I do one wrist. He grins at me again "Ansioso por entrégate a mí totalmente, ¿eh coño? Si usted tuviera alguna idea de lo que voy a hacer contigo ..." Eager to give yourself to me totally, huh cunt? If you had any idea what I am going to do with you... He straps my remaining wrist into place, and I have no idea what he just said to me, but i can see that my soft little dick is leaking precum like mad, even if I can't seem to get hard. Javier notices my gaze and laughs. "Now that you are tied into the sling and can't get away, I can tell you. The blunt you smoked? It was laced pretty heavily with Tina. And you smoked it to your face like a good little puta. That burning that you felt while I was fingering you? That was me putting meth into your cunt to get you ready and pliable to what I have in mind now. Now? Now I'm going to slam you full of Tina, and turn you into my true cumwhore. Oh, and since you never asked me my status, I just want you to know that I am poz, and that all of the other men who are waiting downstairs to use your cunt are poz too." He grins at me as my face falls. "But. I didn't want to do chems, and I don't want to be poz, Papi, please let me go!" I start struggling, trying to get myself loose, but fail miserably. After about ten minutes of trying to get free, I realize that I am going no where. The whole time I am trying to get free, Javier has his fingers in my ass, and is pushing on my button, making my dick leap, and making involuntary moans escape my mouth instead of the protests I want to scream at him. He stands there laughing until I give up, at which point he goes and retrieves his syringe. "You are mine now, puta, for as long as I care to keep you here. You will take what dick I say, and you will love every second of it. This little rig here will make sure of it!" He laughs again as I quietly whimper "No, please, don't do this. I won't fuck bareback anymore, I don't want to be poz!" "But, you won't have to worry about condoms ever again, you can be as big a slut as you want now, puta." He has a rubber tube wrapped around his own arm and I watch as he sticks the needle into his vein and draws back a little blood. Then he pulls the syringe out of his arm, without injecting anything, and wraps the rubber tubing around my arm. "You will want to hold still for this," he says as I start to struggle. "Move around while I'm trying to slam you and you are going to be in the worst pain you have ever felt." I stop moving, and hold still for him, terrified, breathing rapidly, whimpering over and over again "No, no please no." There is the pressure and the pinch of the needle breaking through my skin and into my vein, and I watch as he depresses the plunger and three quarters of the bloody mixture disperses into my veins. Javier grabs another tube, and puts it around his arm, slides it into his vein and gives himself the rest. Putting our arms close together so he can grab the tubing at the same time for both of us he says "Three, two, one. Blast off pig!" And he pulls the tubing off of both of us. For a second, I feel nothing, then heat, and then a strong scratch in my throat. I cough once, twice, three times, and then gone are all my protests. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Is all I can say as my papi laughs again at me and says "Now you are my poz puta, you have my tainted blood in you along with my chems. Tell papi what you want puta, tell him what you need." I am moving my ass up and down as much as I can, my dick soft still and leaking precum again like mad. All I can think I that I need dick, in my ass, in my mouth. I need to service men, and be a pig whore for them. "I need cock, Papi, in my ass and mouth, I need to please men with my body, I need to do what you want to please you!" "Good pig, I will just call the others up here while I slip this nice bit of meth up your cunt." He calls to his buds "He's ready, come and get your raw pig slut!" He pushes the crystal of meth up my hole, and puts his cock head there, waiting for his buddies to come upstairs. As soon as they arrive, he drives his cock balls deep into my cunt in one motion, and my hole just swallows it. Eats the whole thing, no matter how much that would have hurt me earlier today. I scream "FUCK YEA PAPI! GIVE ME YOUR COCK!" And his buds laugh at me, coming over and forcing their cocks into my mouth while Javier brutally fucks my ass. I can feel my hole getting slick, so I ask papi if he has bred me already. "No, puta, you are feeling my precum mixing with your blood. Those two things are lubing your cunt for me, and I am getting close to filling you with my poz cum. Are you ready for it? Because here it comes!" He slams his dick in and out of me a couple more times, then slams in balls deep as hard as he can when I feel his cock expand and start to fill me with his cum. Without touching myself, without even being hard, my formerly neg boy cock shoots it's last neg load out all over my stomach to the cheers of the anonymous men standing around me. Javier grinds his dick into me until it has gone too soft to work for that, then offers my hole to the next man, a tall, husky black man with a dick even bigger than Javier's. "You are gonna take all of our poz loads this weekend, slut. And you are going to beg us for each one. We saw how you came when Javi bred you full of his poz load. Now you will be getting ours. Probably a lot of piss too. And maybe a fist or two. More than that if I have my way though. Maybe more to come, all comments on my first story here are welcome.

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

Hey guys, this is my first porn story, so I hope you like it. There's plenty more chem-fueled pigginess in later chapters if you guys are into it. It was the summer after I’d graduated from high school in Dallas, Texas in the early 2000s. I’d come out a couple of years earlier, lost my virginity, and became a bit of a rebel. The thing was, no matter how hard I tried, what crazy color I died my hair, how baggy my jeans were, or how much I sneered and skulked around, I always looked like a sweet, innocent little boy. I looked maybe 15, max, but even that was pushing it. My skin was lily white and covered in freckles. I had curly strawberry blonde hair that grew out to be a big bush on the top of my head, small mouth, and big expressive blue eyes. I stood about 5’9 with a bit of a belly and the remnants of man boobs from growing up as a fat kid. When it came to guys, I had very little confidence at all. But I was horny all the time. All. The. Time. And from reading stories about older guys seducing younger guys on nifty.org, I’d learned that putting things in my ass was a hell of a good time. I’d put any kind of household object up there, tooth brushes, a wooden flute, even a small shampoo bottle once. I’d read all these stories about kinky sex that I wanted to try, but was too scared to look for or really even understand. But I did manage to meet up with a few older dudes for fun, but they didn’t turn out as hot as my fantasies were. So a week after my 18th birthday, there was a death in the family. I wasn’t particularly close to this great aunt, but my family all wanted to go pay their respects. My grandmother decided to leave me behind to run her business where she was the only employee while she was gone, and that suited me just fine. They packed up the car, and I promised to take care of her office, flashing my boyish smile. All was good. On the second or third day of me manning the place, one of her long-time customers came in. His name was James. He was about 6’1 with a lanky frame and salt and pepper hair in his late 30s or so. He wasn’t the most handsome guy, but he’d always been extra nice. I basically grew up in that office, so I’d known him for at least 10 years at that point. And every time I saw him he’d make sure to give me a big hug and would tell me jokes in the squeaky, over-animated kind of voice he had, like an extra from Mr. Rogers or something, but he always made me laugh. That day, I guess he’d been out riding his bike, because he was covered in blue lycra with a nice sized bulge in the crotch that I tried really hard not to look at for too long. I’d never noticed that James had so much going on between his legs before. “Hey, kiddo, how you doing? Where’s your grandma?” “Hiya, Mr. James!” I exclaimed. I called nearly everyone Mr. So-and-so in those days. I told him where she’d gone, but that I’d be happy to help him any way I could. He got this dark, mischievous grin for a second and said, “Oh, gosh, that’s right, isn’t it. I guess I must have forgotten! I’m so silly sometimes.” “You are silly without a doubt, Mr. James.” His voice was like a cartoon character. It was fun to have banter like we did when I was a kid, but I was clearly a grown man at this point. Mr. James seemed to have other ideas. I bristled a bit, but I was determined to prove that I was all grown up now. He demanded a hug, like always, so I got up from behind the desk and gave him one. I tried to be firm and manly to show him just how mature I was at that point, but when he wrapped his arms around me I felt this jolt go through me I’d never felt before. His grip was so soft and comforting. I felt so safe and secure there in his arms. The smell of his sweat and the lycra made my head spin. My breath was a little heavier than I would have liked, but he didn’t seem to want to let go. The hug went on a little longer than it probably should have, but then we settled back into our chairs and struck up a conversation. He was sitting right across from me with his legs spread in typical man stance. I could see the clear outline of his bulge in those blue lycra shorts, and it was making me hot as hell. The conversation was boring small talk, but he kept opening and closing his legs. And every time he did I couldn’t help but look down to watch his bulge shift and flex, and could almost see the outline of his cockhead resting just to the left of his balls. He pretended not to notice and kept the conversation going. But I just couldn’t stop looking at his package, and his dick, it just seemed to keep growing. I started to get a bit nervous, but it didn’t stop me from looking. I found myself just staring openly at the lump moving down his thigh, and the conversation trailed off. I looked up at him all sheepish for a second at having gotten caught, but he just chuckled his goofy little laugh and smiled encouragingly at me. But I was too dumbfounded to move. He looked down at his crotch and back up at me with a look of fake surprise, like he’d pulled a quarter from behind my ear and just discovered it. “Hey, hey! Look at that!” he said. Slowly he reached down, grabbed his cock, and waggled it at me with a playful little smirk. I was frozen in place, mesmerized. “So how long have you been into guys,” he asked the question so casually, but my heat leapt into my throat. “Um…a few years now,” I stammered. “A few years, huh? Well it sounds like you got started early.” “Yeah,” I said, laughing a little. “Have you been with a boy yet?” “Um…well, I lost my virginity at 15. He was 48, though, so not really a boy. And I wouldn’t say I’ve had good sex yet.” “Oh I see. That’s my precocious boy. Exploring what he wants before anyone expected. Have you ever been to a bathhouse?” “No,” I muttered, “I just turned 18 last week.” “Aw,” he said, with a little bit of disappointment, but he gave me this wolfish smile. I couldn’t believe I was being so honest with him. Something about him just made me feel like I could trust him. “Hey, kiddo, have I told you how handsome you’ve gotten?” I just blushed, not sure of what to say. “I mean you’ve always been a very cute little boy, but now you’re beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” They hadn’t, and it showed. I couldn’t help but beam at him, and his cock twitched. I flicked my gaze down and saw that his bulge had grown even larger. A wet spot had formed at the tip. My small mouth opened in surprise. James watched me and his goofy smile disappeared. He got serious and quiet. Suddenly he wasn’t the same old silly Mr. James I’d known all these years. There was this darkness to him I’ never seen before. Like he’d been planning to get me into a spot just like this all along, and I thought briefly about what I was getting myself into. “Let’s try something fun,” he said quietly. He got up, his cock now obscenely stretched against his hip. I could see every vein and the thick ridge of his cockhead. Methodically he strutted around the office, closing all of the blinds, his dick wobbling back and forth under the lycra, and I marveled at his transformation, how masculine he seemed, how in charge. I stumbled up from the desk and followed his lead, shutting the door and locking it. He turned to look at me with this sense of purpose in his eyes, like whatever he was about to do to me was inevitable, and I got scared. He checked himself immediately and the goofy smile came back as he flexed his cock. The wet spot got bigger. He spread his arms and did this funny little duck walk over to me that made his dick bob up and down with every lurching step. I couldn’t help but laugh and was immediately put at ease. He’d spent years perfecting the art of cheering me up. It worked every time. He came in for another big hug, his man-sized frame enfolding mine. I could feel his cock throbbing against my stomach. “Hey, kiddo,” he said as his hands slid down to hold my plump ass through my jeans. “How you doing?” “Good,” I stuttered. I was shaking like a leaf. “Goooooood,” he said in soothing tones and moved my hand onto his throbbing cock. It felt firm and full in my hand and I gave it a few little squeezes. He moaned and brought me in for a kiss, my neck straining back to accommodate his height. I felt his tongue pressing against my teeth, which was new for me. Wanting to show him just how much I’d grown up though, I just went with it. His big wet tongue invaded my mouth and explored every nook and cranny. I gagged a bit when he reached the back of my throat, but he just petted the back of my head and held me in place. Soon I was sucking on his tongue like there was no tomorrow. He pried me away and kissed down my cheek to my neck. I let out a little gasp and my whole body went rigid. It was the most amazing thing I’d felt up to this point in my life. And when he began to gently suck and lick, I couldn’t help but moan. Immediately he pulled back and laughed. Putting one of his big, hairy hands gently over my mouth. “I love your pretty little moans, kiddo, but you’ve gotta keep it quiet right now, understand?” I nodded. “Why don’t we go into the back for a while?” he said. And I hastily grabbed his hand and led him back to the little hallway where we had a tiny kitchen to the left, and the bathroom and a big pile of bird seed sacks to the right. He pushed me up against the sink and kissed ravenously. He unbuckled my jeans and they fell to the ground. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my whole life as he squatted down, took off his classes, and yanked down my briefs. My 6 inches of uncut boymeat bounced into the open and, without missing a beat, Mr. James swallowed up my entire cock in his mouth and started slurping away. If what I felt before was good, this was at least a thousand times better, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. He reached up with his long, hairy arm and clamped his hand over my mouth while he mercilessly milked my dick for every bit of pleasure it could get. I got real close to cumming, I was right on the edge, but he pulled away as quick as he had started. He stood up and tugged me to him forcefully, spitting on his fingers and going in for another deep kiss. His fingers found my pink little boy hole and began gently circling, teasing, as he fucked my mouth with his tongue. His touch was electric on my hole and I moaned into his mouth, thrusting my hips against him. Firmly but gingerly he teased around the outside of my hole, getting each and every one of those nerve endings tickling. Then he pulled back his hands and his kiss and unzipped a pocket in his riding vest that looked to have a little sandwich baggy inside. He put two fingers deeply into his mouth, coating them thickly with spit and rummaged around in the sandwich baggy, covering them in white powder. “What’s that,” I whispered in a scared voice. “Just some special lube to help get you opened up.” ‘B-but it’s powder,” I stammered. “Don’t worry, it mixes with the spit once it’s in your hole, and then you'll start to feel really good.” And with that he shoved his finger inside me. I tried to cry out, but he planted his lips over mine as he wormed his way deeper inside me, stretching out my ring and making himself known to my tender insides. The finger burned like fire, and I tried to pull away, but he had me where he wanted me. My hole winked around his finger with the struggle and he slipped the other finger in and I gasped. My heart started beating faster in my chest, my hole started to loosen, and my horniness got ramped up more than I thought was possible. After a minute his fingers felt like magic inside me, and I unreservedly thrust my cock between his lycra clad thighs. I became acutely aware of his cock throbbing against my stomach and rubbed myself against him. “Hey kiddo, that’s my boy,” he murmured as he stretched out my hole. “That’s it.” All I could think about was how much I wanted his cock inside me. I needed it. I didn’t really like bottoming that much with actual guys, really, but I had to have his cock, and I had to have it right then. I grabbed his cock and gave it a desperate little tug. He laughed and asked if I was having a good time. “Yes, Mr. James.” I said, unintentionally mimicking the cadence I used when I was little. “Oh, good boy,” he said, his cartoony chuckle coming back. “I like that you still call me that. Now do you know what comes next, son?” “No, sir,” I said, but I really, really hoped. “Oh-ho I think you know,” he said, and twisted his fingers even deeper inside me I moaned and he withdrew his fingers. I felt so empty and scared it might be ending. “Why don’t you go get on that stack of bird seed bags, kiddo, and stick out your cute little but for me.” I giggled, and did what he asked. Once I was on all fours on the bird seed, I stuck out my ass and gave it a little shake, and Mr. James let out a low moan. I heard him spit on his hand and felt him move in behind me. He put up one leg on the birdseed next to me and soon I felt the wet tip of his cock moving up and down my crack. My whole body tensed and I stammered out, “D-d-d-do you have a condom?” “Uh-oh!” he said in a sing songy voice and kept rubbing his cock along the crack of my ass sending vibrations through my entire body. My hole was begging for his cock. “I’m fresh out of rubbers, little buddy. Do you want me to stop?” he said, swirling his hips and making my hole twitch and buck. I didn’t answer. “Because I sure will if you want me to, kiddo. Do you want me to?” Still I didn’t answer. “Huh?” he asked, poking at my hole with the head of his cock. “Huh?” he asked going deeper. “I mean…” I trailed off. He broke through the seal of my hole and sunk in deep. All seven inches of his thick cock were buried in me to the hilt, and I could feel his heartbeat through his cock in my stretched out ring. He smoothed his hands around the small of my back and leaned down to give me a kiss right between the shoulders, and I relaxed and let out a big breath. This was Mr. James, after all. He wouldn’t hurt me. “Mmmm, it seems like you might like that, I don’t know if you want me to stop, do you? Gently he made little circles in my hole with his fat cock, loosening me up. My hole burned, but it also felt better than any cock I’d ever experienced. I let out a little yelp of pleasure. “Hmmm, what was that? Did you want me to stop?” he asked, thrusting his hips in even deeper, giving me short little strokes as he ground around inside me. “Do you? Do you want me to stop?” The thrusts grew longer, and I couldn’t keep quiet anymore. “I want to hear an answer from you, little buddy, do you want me to stop, or do you want me to pound your fucking pussy?” I let out a cry of joy, pushing back on him. Trying to get more of this dick that was bringing me into a whole new world of pleasure. “That’s not good enough, kiddo. I said I wanted a fucking answer,” he said and he maneuvered himself so both his feet were on the bird seed bag, it bulged with our combined weight. He sunk his cock in as deep as it would go and leaned over to whisper in my ears. “Now, I want you to think about this and give me an answer like a good boy, okay? Can you do that for me?”. I nodded. “Now,” he said, grinding his cock in swirls, rubbing his leaking cock head against the walls of my ass. “Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to pound. That. Pussy!” And with those last three words he would pull all the way out and slam right back in. A sound ripped from my throat. “Yes! Yes, please don’t stop!” “Stop what?” he said, back to the slow grind. “Please don’t stop p-p-p-pounding my—please don’t stop pounding my pussy,” I said, unintentionally slipping back into that little boy cadence. He groaned a deep throated groan and softly petted the back of my head. He leaned in close and licked my ear. “Then get ready.” What came next was an unrelenting assault on my hole. He fucked me deep and he fucked me hard, and he didn’t stop. He wrapped a hand over my mouth and pulled my head back so my whole back arched up, exposing my plump, lily white ass for the taking as he thrust in deep over and over. I freaked a bit and tried to buck him off, but he just held me still until I gave in to the onslaught of his cock. His breathing got faster, and his thrusts got more ragged as my hole squeezed at his thickness. “Unnnnh, little buddy, I’m gonna give you my load.” I struggled when he said this. I’d never taken a load before, and I was terrified. I always used condoms. Always. But he had me in a firm grip. His pounding kept going and going and going and I couldn’t stop the waves of pleasure he was forcing through every cell in my body. He let out a strangled cry, thrust in as far as he could go, and I felt his cock spasm over and over again. Wetness spread deep inside me, and my dick instantly got steel hard again. As he collapsed on top of me, the lycra of his riding fest sticking to my back, cock still lodged inside of me, I started to panic. Just like he always did, though, Mr. James calmed me down and we curled up together on the bags of birdseed, spoon style as he gently thrust in, rubbing his cum into the walls of my hole. With the intensity of the moment, I started to sniffle a bit, but he held me tight. “Hey, hey, kiddo. There’s no need to cry. Was that your first load?” “Yeah…” I said quietly. “Well then that was a big step you just took. I’m proud of you, little buddy. Good work. Did it feel good?” he asked as he spread his man cum around my tender insides. “Yeah…” I muttered. “Well then who gives a hot damn, is what I say. You’ve gotta embrace that inner pig I just saw, and I’d love to show you how. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Here, why don’t we get cleaned up, kiddo.” With that we got up and got our pants back on. Mr. James pulled me in for a big hug and rubbed my back in big circles. “That was a lot of fun today, but there’s so much more I want to show you. Here’s my number in case you ever want to try going to one of those bathhouses we were talking about.” I took the slip of paper he handed to me, and gave him one more hug for the road. “Thank you, Mr. James. That was a lot of fun.” “Anytime, partner,” he said, as he walked toward the office door. “Hey, have you ever tried ecstasy,” he asked? “No, but I’ve always wanted to,” I replied. He grinned that goofy grin. “Well, then, until next time."

Matty was 19 and I was 28 when we met, we chatted on a hook up site, then he insisted we webcamed as awkward as that made me feel, he always could wind me round his little finger. We met for a drink and would go out clubbing at the weekend with my mates. He was a proper twink and knew it. Eventually he crashed over at mine one night and one thing led to another, he was total bttm and so I topped him and it was hot. Still insists mine is the biggest cock he's ever taken. Oddly I felt a bit guilty about sleeping with a guy so young but do it all the time now. I'm 36 now and we stayed friends over the years, he got a boyf the same age, they split up, then he decided to settle down with an older guy in his 40s. Over a tearful messenger exchange he told me he had been diagnosed positive. But they stayed together, and eventually having 3somes with his younger ex he was pozzed too. Over the next few years he was again single, he put on weight looking at his Facebook pics, and was living alone. Come his 25th though he decided to turn it around, only drank spirits (when he could afford it), and ate more healthily, and boy did he tone up. We met up last month as it had been an age. I've always fancied Matty but now he was a man not just a boy. I brought over a litre of vodka and he cooked chicken. He had stopped dying his hair and cut it short at the sides and looked hot and I said so. He cheekily lifted up his T shirt showing off his smooth flat stomach and pointing at his inguinal ligaments proudly declared 'I've got my cum gutters back.' He said he'd come off his meds to get back at his older ex for not wanting to be in touch, he knew he didn't want to see him get sick. This made me just want to look after him all the more too. The gas meter was out so we had to top up and it was gone 11 before we ate. I was off my face drunk and just launched in with a snog which was passionately reciprocated, I put my hands on his firm flat chest and felt him up, then round his back on to his ass and pulled him up into an embrace. He offered for me to stay, it was late, but drunk and embarrassed I downed the remainder of my drink and made my way home. I was so horny the next day I mssgd him on Facebook. He said he wished I'd stayed *winky face* and we chatted: - “I just wanted to spent time with you mono et mono but if vodka leads to a snog and a grope then lets do that - it is preferable! LOL” - Lol! Don't be naughty or you'll give me ideas. “ideas.... you say it like its a bad thing u started it!” - Let's have food and a proper catch up! - “you have been saying that for years!” - U need to top me next time tho - “so there will be a next time? aint a shy 19y/o anymore. I’m vers. id love to fuck u - id love to do more haha always did want to. ive learned a few tricks in a decade haha” - you look super hot as always - “I'd fuck u silly if we were alone and u were up for it. Tho im better with my hands than my dick when it comes to hitting the right spots” - Haha, ff? - “FF is mild. u wanna see my jocks and ropes. these days I bb a lot, byut Ive not had sex in about 4 months the second longest Ive gone since I was 16. See me as much as you want or as little as you want, I'm available whenever for friendship, sex, simply cuddles whatever” - you know I have always had the hots for you He said he used to be a bttm with his ex, but when his younger ex had been unemployed he decided to take charge and would top him just to hear him whimper under him, and had no problem being a top now. I was horny and wanking in the safety of my own bedroom so thought I'd push it, 'I wanna sit on your raw dick,' 'I wouldn't let you,' came the reply and I felt disappointed we’d never be that close, 'you'll sit on my raw dick only when I'm ready,' he replied and my cock jumped! Not only would we be together but he’d breed me. “We need to meet up this week, I don’t think I’ll be undetectable by then though and I dont wanna use condoms with you, so you need to know what you’re letting yourself in for” We met up again the next weekend and I couldn’t wait. We were just matey to begin, I felt a bit embarrassed about how horny I had been for our online chat, and I poured a large vodka. He was in a tight purple T-shirt and jeans, and already had his socks off at home, wriggling his toes on the hard floor in the kitchen every now and again. He invited me to sit in the lounge and he put his hand on my knee, my cock bristled and my mouth was dry. He reached in for a kiss and I reciprocated, we kissed passionately like old lovers for minutes, then he took his top off and told me to do the same. As I had my jumper over my head he stood up and took his jeans off, I could see the outline of his bulge in his pants and he quickly lost these too. 'Suck it,' he said and I didn't need to be asked twice, it was rock hard with a sweet taste of precum, and a perfectly round purple head that just seemed to fit my mouth like a lollipop. He put his hand on the back of my head and started to face fuck me, moaning how good it was. He's certainly grown up! Was he trying to Dom me now? I got up and took my trousers, boxers and socks off in one go, if for nothing more than to stop my cock straining so hard at my zipper, and got back to sucking. He reached down and started to wank me off. I thought I was going to cum. But I wanted to taste his load first. Then he took me by the hand and not speaking a word led me to the bedroom where he pushed me half into the bed. He was still standing between my legs on the floor and he bent over and kissed me again, our cocks fought like in a sword fight. Whilst still locked to my lips first his right hand then his left trailed down my legs to my knees and in one swift movement lifted them up and he looked down as if admiring the view, his eyes were on the target and he lined his cock up with my ass and bent over again to kiss, my legs around my ears. I could feel the pressure and eagerness of his cock at my hole and I wanted it. I wriggled a bit to see if it would go in. He stopped kissing me, our faces a few centimetres from each other, and looked in my eyes and said, 'I really want to do this, to be close to you, to feel inside you, and I think you do too,' I gave a tiny nod, and relaxed my head back and relaxed my ass muscles. He pushed in, I was already well lubed with precum and I was gagging for it so took him easily, he had a pretty decent sized cock as well. Time had clearly taught him a few things about how to get off as a top and he was deeper than anyone I've ever taken before. He started to fuck me, hard and fast and deep, whatever his style was that gave his cock maximum friction, I could tell he was fucking me to cum. I was loving it, and wanking with my right hand, edging the whole time, I could have cum in a second but wanted his hard sweet cock in me for as long as possible, and wanted him to breed me even more. Then he pulled out! I wondered if he had second thoughts about what he was doing, we were friends after all, but he said 'roll over' and in his eagerness helped twist my legs round. Now in doggy I felt two fingers plunge into my gaping hole. He was feeling around inside and knew where to press my prostate to make me wanna explode in an instant. He pulled out some lube from the draw still with his fingers in my ass, they were so deep I felt pinned down, and with a bit of lube there was a 3rd finger. My ass was in ecstasy as he slid further into me, putting up a constant pressure, opening me up as the width of 3 fingers increased the further up the hand. He pulled back a little, I realised to get his little finger in on the act as well, now and I felt even greater pressure, I was hard as a rock and pre-cumming everywhere. I'd never been ff before! 4 fingers in was about all I was going to be able to take when he opened his draw again and pulled out poppers. He opened the lid and took a long deep breath, then didn't even give me the bottle, just held it under my nose and told me to take a deep breath. I felt my head rush, and 110% more horny, I wanted everything he had to give me in my ass, I felt him push up to the knuckle and was about to scream when suddenly realised he was inside me, and my ass had contracted back down around his wrist. I felt so full and content and horny, I could feel him inside me like never before, like a puppeteer working a mannequin and I knew I was his. We stayed like that for 10minutes doing more and more poppers. Finally I couldn't take anymore and he slowly pulled out which hurt like hell, but then I felt his dick fill my gaping ass again before I knew it, still hard as a rock, now lubed and slick, but somehow felt deeper than his fist. And he picked up pace, suddenly slamming into me and letting out a huge groan. It didn't take me two strokes to make myself cum, and I could hear Matty groan again as he felt my ass orgasm around his cock. We stayed like that for a while and then he collapsed next to me and picked up a towel off the floor to wipe up the lube. 'I really needed that,' he said, 'and know you did too.' I just lay there my head spinning. 'And we shud play more often,' he said, ‘don’t think that's just going to be a one off, we were meant to be together, and no you don't get a choice, you're mine now.'

The following is based on true events, however some changes have been made to heighten the story. I cannot disclose what is truth and what is fiction. It was a Sunday morning and I was on BBRT chatting to various guys, when a guy I know in Newcastle asked what I was up to. We switched to MSN to save messages, and he told me how he had arranged one of his group parties for that evening. I had often heard the exploits of his parties in which all tops are generally poz, and all the bottoms are generally neg except where he has to make up numbers. This Sunday he'd arranged for a group of neg bottoms to come for an all bareback group session, but two of the bottoms had dropped out meaning there would be nine tops and two bottoms. Given the disparity in numbers, he thought I might want to attend to help make up the numbers, especially given I'm neg, the tops would be pleased. I couldn't really afford to travel so he offered to pay, and I agreed as long as he could get me to the train station for the first train back so that I could get to work. I asked about the other bottoms, and they were both safe sex bottoms, and there was a potential third (who ended up coming). The organiser had met these guys and had condom-only sex with them a number of times, and floated the idea of group sex, to which they agreed. His usual approach was to ask them about group sex, and if they liked the idea would tell them about the bareback group sessions he hosts, but he made it clear he would only extend an invitation to the guys if it was certain they were neg 'cause the tops were very particular about the bottoms, which included the provision the bottoms were not allowed to inquire as to the status of the tops, which meant that he never had to lie. When the evening arrived, I was one of four bottoms. I was also the only bottom who knew the status of the tops. While people were arriving we sat round drinking plenty of vodka and various shooters. After a while the tops started to make their moves and began to strip the bottoms. There were nine tops all aged between 30 and 50, and four bottoms, (three of whom were in the range of 18 to 20, and at 26, I was the oldest bottom). As the night progressed and all the bottoms had taken four or so cocks, the first bottom gave up and left the session, having decided his ass was too sore to continue. I looked disapprovingly as he left as he hadn't fulfilled his responsibility to serve the needs of the tops over his personal preferences.* The rest of us continued playing, and I'm fairly sure up to this point there had been no discussion about status, but when one of the tops noticed blood mixed into the cum leaking from one of the bottom's hole, he slid into the bottom announcing "We have a bleeder, boys!" He pounded the bottom's hole quite roughly, and just before he climaxed, he specifically asked the bottom "You want my load?" "God, yes," the bottom gasped. With that permission, the top spurted deep in the bottom's arse, exclaiming as he did, "Yeah! Take my load boy, take my toxic load. I'm gonna work this deep into your guts so you never forget it!" The bottom pushed him off and got very upset, and saying "I'm neg and want to stay that way. You guys lied to me!" At that point our host intervened, answering "No one lied to you, and not only didn't you ask about the HIV status of the tops, perhaps you should have considered the risks of bareback sex before you accepted the invitation to this session." The other bottom looked shocked, but then when asked if he wanted to continue, he asked who was poz, and when he realized he had taken four poz loads, he remarked "Well, a few more aren't going to make that much difference." In the time at his disposal he managed to take another two loads before he had to make his departure, which left me as the only available bottom. By this point I was the only bottom left, and all the tops were still up to relieving themselves of at least one more load. As a subservient bottom I felt obliged to continue and managed to accommodate each man one more time, one-by-one. When they had all gone my friend asked if I was could manage to give him one more go around. Notwithstanding I was exhausted and my arse had seen better days, I decided the least I could do for the host was to offer up my hole for him one more time. Across the night, I took fifteen or sixteen anal loads, and several more oral loads. By the time I left my arse was quite sore, and blood and cum were leaking from my hole and oozing my leg. By the way, it's been a week. My arse is still a bit sore, but I am certainly glad I accepted the invitation to attend the session.

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.

Been fucked by a guy a few times and he has always insisted on a condom. I let him just cause I love how hung he is. So an hour ago he txt and wants to fuck. I was still in bed and told him only if he fucks raw. So he finally agrees to let me pick the condom and the lube. I quickly grabbed a ribbed condom and put it in a baby oil bath. He got there in about an hour and I put the condom on him which was too small to begin with but i got it on. Then I laid down on the bed face down and told him to spit and shove. Worked like a charm and the condom broke on the first thrust. I told him to just keep going, but he pulled out. He said he knew how to settle our difference and whatever the outcum we would do it that way from now on. So he tells me about this game he played with some girls at a party where the would put 5 condoms on a guy with olive oil slathered on each one. The goal was to make the guy cum before all the condoms came of or broke. Otherwise they got a creampie. He said we would do the same with 3 condoms and use vasaline as lube,If he came before they all broke then we play safe, if not, its bb from now on. I got super turned on by the whole idea so i jumped up and ran to my toy box. I got 3 ribbed condoms, vasaline, and a tube of oralgel. He never even noticed me put a big glob in the first condom. I teased him a bit to be sure it had time to work . THen he shoved a big glob of vasaline in my hole and went to fucking. I wasnt really ready for the fucking he gave me but after about 20min and 3 positions I felt the last condom pop. Took him another 30 to finally pump his cum deep in my guts. He looked at me and said those condoms were too tight and made his cock numb. Told me from now on we are no condoms and no lube. Just spit and shove. Was a great morning

Curves, girth, tips What are your favorite types? I like mushrooms; the head of the dick to be [about] same size or bigger than the shaft. I won't turn down someone with the missile with but not preferred. For curves, I prefer straight or a slight upward bend. Too far, especially downwards, tend to be a nuisance outside of sucking.. Evenly thick throughout is best for me, but I'll take a thicker mid-shaft than skinny up top and thick down low.

Took a load from a latin top off BBRT. The one time it's not flaky. 99.9% just meth heads and flakes but this guy actually wanted to have sex. Came over on his way to work I was prelubed, just slid in and pounded till he dumped. http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Latin-Top-Hookup-28056071

Chapter 4. I had run all the way to the hotel from the sauna. Even though I had spent time showering, I wasn’t exactly feeling fresh, and I knew I was still leaking seed from my freshly-bred hole. I couldn’t remembered the last time I had cum so much, or taken so much cum, in one afternoon. Seeing my two closest coworkers chumming with the burly top made my cock stir. He nodded at me and openly groped his crotch. His tight slacks couldn’t hide his juicy uncut cock snaking down his left thigh. He kept brushing his hand across his cock while staring at me. My boss, Sam noticed and cleared his throat, then introduced me, joking, ‘It seems like you two may have already met…’ My jaw dropped, embarrassed at what he was implying, and knowing he was right. My cock sprung fully back to life, straining against my trousers. My other colleague, Bryan, realized that there was tension in the air and suggested we head to dinner. I asked if they minded waiting a few more minutes for me to change and freshen up. I wanted to rinse off, and to call my boyfriend to tell him how my time at the sauna had gone. The burly top nodded his assent and then followed me to the elevator. He looked over his shoulder at Bryan and Sam and said we would be right back. My coworkers seemed shocked, as if they knew he was going to follow me upstairs and breed me, again. As soon as the elevator doors closed, his paws were down the back of my pants fingering my dripping hole. He had a wet spot of precum on his trouser leg by the time we were close to my room. I fumbled with the keycard and opened the door. He stood there with his hands on his hips smiling at me. I shucked off my clothes and was half-mortified, half-thrilled to realize there was a giant wet crack in my pants. Sam and Bryan must have noticed as I walked away from them. They must have known I spent the afternoon taking loads… The burly top, whose name I still didn’t know, bent me over the bed and ate out my sloppy hole. His bristly blond mustache felt so good on my used puffy ass. I reached for my phone with one hand and video-called my boyfriend. In the screen, I could see my boy on his chest, with a blurry torso moving back and forth. He was taking cock, almost certainly raw, while I was leaking fresh seed into this hunk’s mouth. He grunted and smiled, ‘I see you’re having a good time. You taking loads?’ I nodded. The hunk laid on top of me as he fished out his hefty uncut cock from the fly of his pants, and slid it effortlessly into me. I moaned and nodded an affirmative. The hunk took the phone from me, leaving it on, and put it on the bedside table. In a thick continental accent, he growled, ‘It’s dangerous to fuck raw. You might catch something…’ My boy sounded delighted as whoever was fucking him started cursing in Spanish. I knew what ‘cholo’ and ‘puta’ meant… My hunk fired off his second load into me and pulled off. He signaled to the bathroom for me to shower and then started making smallt alk with my boyfriend as he took that dick. I rinsed off as quickly as I could and tried to force out as much of his toxic cum as possible. I realized that I still had on my yellow bracelet, and decided to leave it on. I hurriedly got dressed and saw the hunk sitting on my bed looking at my phone. ‘I watched your boyfriend get bred… He’s taking a new cock now, probably toxic… Nice that you both take loads…’ He grinned at me as I finished getting dressed. We got back to the lobby together and I saw Sam and Bryan chatting at the dimly-lit lobby bar. I saw Sam gently stroking Bryan’s hand, like they were flirting. I realized that the only thing that made me even notice the discreet gesture was that Sam was wearing a yellow bracelet that matched mine. The blond hunk saw it too and chuckled. ‘Your office must be full of sluts,’ he whispered. Silently, he walked up behind Sam and aligned his crotch against Sam’s ass. Sam melted into him and Bryan winked at me. I knew it was going to be an interesting night… To be continued…

hit me up

I think you just ruined the big twist at the end.

I just got back from a local sauna which has a 'no towels' day. The place was quite busy and no less erotic with guys of all shapes, sizes and ages walking around naked. One guy caught my eye. He was probably in his late fifties, short with white skin and dark hair. The interesting stuff was the swollen belly, the hump of fat around his neck and the dark blotches on his torso. He wore a cock ring and had obviously taken something as his long, uncut cock was semi-hard. So I followed him into the porn room which has layers of mattresses on a platform facing the screen. He was lying on his back, wanking as he watched the porno movie. A couple of other guys lay on the mattress, mostly old trolls waiting for something to happen. I got on the mattress beside him, easing my naked body onto the vinyl which was sticky with lube, sweat and cum. I held his cock and smoothed the foreskin down over the fat head before sucking him into my mouth. As I sucked him, I felt fingers smearing lube into my arse hole and glanced back to see a thin, old guy who winked at me as he poked a finger in my arse. After a while, I stopped sucking and stretched out face down next to the guy I'd been sucking, and the thin guy spread my cheeks. "Fuck him, Pete" he said. I realised they were together. He climbed on top of me and his swollen belly pressed against the small of my back. I felt his cock sliding down my crack, guided by the thin man's bony fingers. He guided it into my well-lubed hole and I gasped as the long, smooth cock slid deep into my rectum. He began to fuck me in long, delicious strokes as the other men crowded round, urging him on, and feeling between my legs with their wrinkled hands to squeeze my balls and touch the cock as it entered me. His thrusts became stronger, more urgent and I sensed he was about to come. His partner lay beside me and kissed me as Pete grunted softly and his cock throbbed and throbbed in me as he came.. He sighed and slowly pulled out, a gush of sperm spilling over my balls, before flopping onto the mattress beside me. "Thanks." He gasped as his partner knelt up beside me. I noticed for the first time the scorpion tattoo above his short, fat cock. "My turn," he announced. I eagerly knelt up and offered him my arse in acceptance of my fate.

I went to Steam Works in Vancouver this morning where I met a guy who wanted to fuck me bare. He also asked if I minded if his friend joined us. I didn't mind. His friend was so fucking hot. The two of them fucked me for just over two hours, and the friend bred me twice, warning he had big loads. He wasn't kidding: his cum has been oozing outta me all day. If he had more time I'm pretty sure he could have gone for round three. The guy kept asking me how it was that his friend was going to breed me, make me pregnant. I found the use of the word 'pregnant' interesting. Of course, the subject of status never came up. Both guys were high on something but I didn't care: they stayed hard and I got what I needed - an ass full of unknown cum. P.S. I'm not sure what this will do to my body but I was just informed one of the guys who recently fucked me is poz, had only recently converted and was not on meds. Guess I got a recharge. Was that why I was feeling so tired, night sweats, etc?

I see a common theme in your topic: "worry." I went decades taking lots of loads and only recently became poz. Ironically, I learned I was poz after deciding to go on prep and taking the initial test to start the process. Now I'm on meds anyway because I want to be undetectable. Not a chaser or a gifter. It's just another guys opinion, but you sound to me like you'd benefit from prep. I used to serosort too, same kind of reasoning as you, also worried, but always ended up wanting loads (and taking them). If you are going to continue to do as you are doing, just be straight in your head (so to speak) that you are indeed at risk for becoming poz and the risk you are taking is all your choice. That's just a fact. When I became poz, I thought I had a pretty good idea who i got it from for reasons that do not really matter here. I do know he gave me syphilis, and when I let him know (just as a courtesy), he denied it. He was kind of like your guy, a repeat fucker who would fuck for hours and cum multiple times. I liked getting fucked by him and made my choice, even though I was suspicious that he might be a carrier. Bottom line, I wanted him and the choice was mine whether he was lying or not. I am totally at peace with that and him. It's simply unrealistic (and you already know this, I'm just stating the obvious) to hope you can stay neg by trying to be choosy about who you let fuck you. I'll include a monogamous relationship in that. It may be the cynic in me, but you are only as monogamous as your partner is, and you can never guarantee the monogamy of another person. The risk of contracting HIV is part of being sexually active, even if you only fuck once a year. The good news is, HIV is no longer a death sentence, it's usually a very manageable chronic disease for most. So, if you want a guarantee, you'll have to abstain. If you want to minimize your risk, then condoms or prep. If you gotta have cum, know that HIV and other STI's are likely part of your future.

ugh can't wait for the fucking, and wow someone who is crueler than I am with build up hehehe

Nicholas lead me through the house into the kitchen and said “you can put the beer in the cooler by the door”, I opened up the cooler and found it stocked with beer. I thought to myself “yes this is going to be a fun bbq”. After I found room in the cooler for the beer I found my duffle bag and asked “wear can I change?”. About the time Nicholas was going to give me directions on where to change, Mark came in through the patio door and picked me up in his arms. Mark looked me directly in the eyes, planted a deep kiss on me and said “hey Jimmy, I’m glad you made it”. I replied back “I am glad I made it too, I was about to change and come find you”, Mark looked at me with a strange look on his face and replied back “Change?? I don’t want you to change, I like you just the way you are except naked” his strange look turned into a big smile. Mark escorted me over to the hallway and pointed to the last door on the right and said “that’s my room, go ahead and get changed in there, if you want you can leave your bag in there where no one will touch it”. I started my way down the hallway and heard some grunting coming from one of the doors that was not completely shut. I peaked through the door and saw a bearish looking guy fucking this young twink doggy style, the bearish guy looked over at me and said “you’re next boy”, with that I quickly exited the door and found Mark’s bedroom. As I entered in Mark’s bedroom it was immaculate, a big king sized bed was in the center of the room. As I walked closer to the bed I saw that Mark had left his clothes laying on the bed, among the clothes was his jockstrap. I picked up the jockstrap and held it close to my mouth inhaling the Mark’s aroma, as I was getting hard and high sniffing the jock, Mark walked in and caught me. “Ah, what do we have hear!” barked Mark as he stood there smiling at me..I immediately dropped the jock and I stammered “oh, um, nothing, I was just”. He caught me red-handed admiring his jock..Mark approached me and laughed it’s okay he smiled and at me and said “if your jock was on the bed, I would be doing the same thing” without hesitation he started kissing me and pulling me closer too him. I enjoyed him reaching into my shorts and using his hand to search for my hole. As he started pushing his finger inside me I started melting in his arms….. After a few minutes he pulled away from me and said “hey, we are missing the party”. With that he started undressing me by pulling my shirt off and unbuttoning my shorts. Soon I was standing there stark naked and he grabbed my hand and started heading towards the bedroom door. “Hey wait I need to put my swimsuit on” I remarked, “you don’t need your swimsuit, no one is wearing one and I have plenty of towels on the patio” replied Mark. Walking out the bedroom door with Mark to join the others, I was enjoying the moment holding his hand and standing naked by his side. As we went out to the patio I was introduced to some guys who were all sunbathing along the pool. Mark was right everyone was naked and enjoying themselves…I felt a bit out of place standing there among all of of these musclebears, everyone was furry, and built, here was me 5’10” 150 and not that furry, the only fur I had was a bit around my nipples, my crotch, and my furry legs… Mark left me to chat with some of the guys by the pool and went in to grab me a beer. I was talking with Travis and Anthony, they were a couple that have been together for 5 years. During our conversation I learned that Travis work in IT and Anthony is a high school coach, I also noticed they both had a scorpion tattoo on their thighs, then it hit me that’s what the tattoo was on Nicholas’s thigh….What is this strange obsession with scorpions? Is it the desert? Travis and Anthony kept talking as I was staring at their tattoo, “Hello James, earth to James are you there?” barked Anthony….”um yea, sorry I was admiring your tattoo, what a cool design” I replied. Mark came back to join us and handed me my beer, “Thank you Mark” I replied as I looked up at him smiling..”So what are you guys talking about?” asked Mark, “James likes our tattoos, we should get him one too”, chuckled Travis… “ In time Jimmy will get his, he has to earn it first” replied Mark ….I thought for a moment about what he just said earning my tattoo…I wonder what he meant about that..Mark ordered ”Ok this is a pool party, everyone in the pool”, with that we all started making our way to the pool. The water felt refreshing against my bare skin. In the pool where a couple of other guys Steve and a buff latino whose name is Ramon. Mark introduced me to them and we all started wading in the pool making conversations. Soon everyone started getting into the pool, Nicholas came out with some guy, the bear and the twink joined us in the pool. In the pool there were about 10 guys in the pool, we were all soaking up the sun and enjoy the cool water. After a few minutes I started feeling something poking me in the rear, and this hot breath in my ear saying “I told you that you were next”….I stood there in shock while my ass was getting fingered by this bear of a man….Soon Nicholas yelled out “Behave there Steve, give the boy a break” and with that the bear removed his finger from my ass and held out his hand to shake mine “I am Steve, Nicholas’s partner” exclaimed the bear…”I hope I didn’t scare you, im just a big teddy bear” joked Steve.

this is still my go to story.. I fuckin love this.. I wish there were more stories like this

Lat Monday afternoon, I had already taken 3 loads from buds when "Capt Hook - the Bahamian fucker with the nasty curved cock" hit me up. He had started dripping green pus that morning and wanted to know if I wanted a load before he went to Magnet...dirty fuck that I am, what else could I say but, FUCK YEAH!

Part 2 I enjoyed every minute of fucking Robert and shooting my load right up his fit young arse. The fact that we were having unprotected sex in the toilets at work while other people were in the building somehow made the whole experience even hornier. About eighteen months later I was flying to Germany for a much needed break. It was the last flight of the day and was only about half full. One of the flight attendants was a really fit dark haired Irish lad and as he bent over to hand out the drinks and sandwiches I couldn't help noticing his arse - which really filled out his smart uniform trousers. I enjoyed watching him but probably made it a bit too obvious because I suddenly realised that the other steward was waiting to hand me my sandwich. He was a camp blond lad who looked in his late twenties and in his own way he was also pretty fit looking. I apologised and he grinned. It was obvious he had sussed what I was looking at because he looked over at the Irish guy and winked at me. I didn't really care - I was feeling relaxed and looking forward to a break. I was also looking forward to making the most of the clubs and cruising grounds in Hamburg as I had been working hard and hadn't had much time for anything else. It was the blond flight attendant that cruised me later in the toilets of Hamburg airport. The airport was relatively quiet and I couldn't see any signs of CCTV so, after a bit of wanking at the urinal, I followed him in to a cubicle. He sat down on the toilet and unzipped my trousers, pulling them down to my knees along with my pants. He certainly knew how to suck cock and I closed my eyes and sighed. I was very horny, partly because I hadn't cum for at least a week. He sucked me for a while and then stood up. I was about to change places with him when he asked if I wanted to fuck him. I nodded and he pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over the toilet. I asked if he had any lube and he said I shouldn't need any as he had already been fucked just before he left England. My cock slid up him easily and I began to fuck him, his white shirt pushed up over his back, his pants stretched across his knees and his smart trousers at his ankles. I was really turned on by the whole situation and also by the fact that he had had a load up him all the time he was serving his customers on the plane. The toilet cubicle was fairly solid so I didn't hold back - I humped him hard and fast over the toilet and before long I was adding what felt like a massive load of cum to the one he already had up him. I thought I was never going to stop coming. Thanks to British Airways for an excellent start to my break in Hamburg! My career was continuing to develop well and a couple of years after that I joined another company in a more senior position. It was a good career move and very good experience, but I didn't really like the company and found a lot of the people who worked there very difficult. In addition, I had been brought in to make a lot of changes, which I did, but it didn't make me particularly popular. After a few very busy months in they gave me permission to recruit an assistant for six months to help with my workload. I interviewed a number of people and appointed Anthony, a blond lad in his early thirties. He was very competent and quite happy to accept a temporary contract. I got on well with Anthony from the word go. He understood exactly what I needed and backed me up completely. He was very supportive and offered to work late with me to help me. He told me he was gay and he was also quite flirtatious which I enjoyed. I was finding the job really tough going and it was really nice to have someone who was loyal to me and fun to work with. His flirtatious manner was a pleasant added bonus. One night I was staying late to finish some work and Anthony offered to stay with me. I was very tired and stressed and feeling defeated. Everyone else had long gone when Anthony suggested we call it a night. I nodded, and thanked Anthony for staying and told him how much I appreciated his support. He grinned and told me I needed to relax a bit more. I said I wish I could and turned away to pick up some papers. Anthony came up behind me. "Let's see if I can help you." he said. I felt his arms go round my waist and seconds later he was kissing the back of my neck. I turned round and he pulled me towards him and kissed me. Seconds later, Anthony had my pants down and my cock in his mouth and I was enjoying one of the best blow jobs I had ever had. Anthony continued sucking me, stopping only to ask if I was feeling more relaxed, before taking my cock back in to his mouth and continuing to suck me. I was close to coming now and I was really looking forward to blowing my load into Anthony's mouth but he had other ideas. He pulled his mouth off my cock and motioned to me to turn round. I hesitated - I had been at work all day and knew I was probably a bit sweaty but Anthony persisted and I slowly turned round and bent over, presenting my arse to him. He pulled my cheeks apart and seconds later his tongue was up my hole . I don't think anyone has ever got their tongue as far up my arse as Anthony did - and if my hole wasn't as fresh as it might be it didn't seem to bother him. I was beyond horny now and when Anthony said "Do you want me to fuck you?" I didn't hesitate. I pulled my cheeks apart and told him to go for it. A minute later his cock was pushing against my arse hole. I hadn't been fucked for a while and his cock was quite thick so it took him a little while to get it up me. When he did he gave me one of the best fucks I've ever had - a hard, sweaty, bareback fuck, pants down in the middle of the office - it was just what I needed and when he panted that he was going to cum I told him to shoot it right up me. After that we fucked regularly and somehow I began to feel more on top of things at work. Anthony told me he was mainly a top and that he usually preferred to fuck bareback. He made no secret of the fact that he was fucking lots of other guys and he would often tell me about the guys he had fucked at the weekend and sometimes show me pictures on his phone. Somehow the fact that he was using me as a cum dump while continuing to fuck bareback with lots of other guys made the whole thing more of a turn on. I got more cum up my arse in those six months than at any time since my student days. As the pressure mounted on all of us, a lot of the other managers started working later and it became harder for us to find somewhere to fuck. One night we thought we finally had the building to ourselves when another manager came down from the floor above and offered to help us finish up. As we walked out to the car park with her I was feeling really frustrated. We chatted for a while and then she got in to her car and drove off. As soon as she was out of sight, Anthony indicated the bushes at the back of the car park and told me that was where I was going to get fucked tonight. It was another horny fuck and that night as I drove home I let his spunk slide out into my underpants. Then one day we were all asked to go and check the basement storage room for anything that belonged to our teams as it was full of junk and they wanted to clear it. I forgot about this until a few days later when Anthony reminded me about it and suggested we go down and take a look. I had about twenty minutes before a budget meeting so I agreed and we went down. Once in there, we discovered that the room really was full of junk and offered plenty of cover. I could see that Anthony was thinking the same as me and I was not surprised when he unzipped his trousers. Seconds later my pants and trousers were pulled down below my bum and I was pulling my cheeks apart as Anthony guided his cock up my hole. He fucked me hard and fast and soon I was sitting in the budget meeting with the other senior managers, negotiating my department's budget with a big load of cum up my arse. In the following weeks we made good use of that storeroom. I really liked Anthony and he really helped me through quite a difficult time at work. He was very confident and I could understand why so many guys seemed willing to bend over and offer their arses to him. I had the chance to see him in action just before Christmas when we all went out to a restaurant for a meal and drinks. I noticed Anthony chatting at the bar to a mixed race guy who was with another group. When he came back he winked at me. I was talking to some colleagues and a little while later I got a text on my phone. It was from Anthony and it said "I think he's up for it." A little while later Anthony got up from the table and casually made his way downstairs to the toilets. I noticed the mixed race guy follow a little later.... Later that afternoon we were back in the office and down in the basement. Anthony grinned and asked if I wanted to suck his cock. I asked him where it had been and he grinned again. He told me he had let the mixed race guy suck his cock and had then bent him over the toilet, fucked him bareback and cum up his arse. Anthony's cock tasted slightly musky and tangy and knowing that I was sucking it after it had been up the fit mixed race guy's arse really turned me on and when I had sucked Anthony back to full hardness I pulled my pants down and told him to fuck me the way he had fucked the mixed race guy. By the time Anthony left at the end of his contract I had decided I didn't want to stay with the company and was already looking for another job. I decided to take a chance and take a six month contract with another company while I was looking for something more permanent and this proved to be a really good move. It was much further away so I had quite a long commute, but I enjoyed the work and gained some good experience as well as making some good contacts. I got on well with my colleagues on the senior leadership team and one of the other managers, Tom, was particularly helpful in helping me to settle in and find my way around the company. Tom was in his early thirties, dark haired, ordinary looking and quite stocky - with an arse that really filled out his smart work trousers - all in all a look I really go for. He introduced me to his boyfriend and we all went out together for a meal a couple of times. Tom and I got on really well and flirted with each other quite a bit. I knew he was into his boyfriend so I never thought anything would come of it. One night Tom and I went out after work and, after a few drinks, he told me that his boyfriend was a total bottom and admitted that he sometimes cheated so that he could get fucked. He said he felt a bit guilty but stressed that he always played safe. The week before Christmas it started snowing really heavily one day late in the afternoon and, as I had quite a long journey home, I wasn't sure if I was going to make it or get back in the morning. Tom said he lived quite nearby and invited me to stay the night with him and his partner. He phoned his partner to let him know and we set of out in to the snow. His partner was not due in until a bit later and so we had something to eat. As the evening went on our conversation became more suggestive and soon we were both really flirting with each other. I was really turned on now and I could see that Tom was hard in his trousers too. After a while he ran his hand over the bulge in his trousers and looked at me. Just at that moment his phone went and he answered it. It was his partner to say that the weather was so bad he was going to stay with a colleague in town rather than try to get home. Tom and I looked at each other for a minute and seconds later we were kissing and feeling each other up and before much longer I had his trousers and pants down and his cock in my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then he did the same for me. I really wanted to see his arse so I turned him round and pulled off his trousers and pants. He bent over and presented his hairy arse to me. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right up him. He moaned and I reached round and started wanking him as I licked out his hairy arse hole. We sucked and rimmed each other for a while and then he asked if I wanted to fuck him. I was not surprised when he produced a condom as I remembered our conversation that night in the pub. I put on the condom as he lubed himself up and bent over the arm of the settee, presenting his hairy arse to me once more. I couldn't wait to get my cock up him. I was starting to find, however, that since I had stopped using condoms so regularly, I sometimes lost my hard on when I wore one. The fact that Tom's arse was so tight didn't help and soon I had lost my hard on. I pulled off the condom and Tom sucked me back to hardness and gave me another one. I was so disappointed when the same thing happened and Tom said "It's ok, don't bother." I was gutted that I was not going to get a chance to fuck him, but to my surprise he sucked me again for a while and then turned around and bent over saying "try it without the condom". I didn't hesitate - I positioned my bare cock against his hairy hole and began to push. I went up him much easier this time and when I was all the way in he grunted. I waited a minute to let him get used to my cock and then I began to fuck. There was no danger of me losing my hard on this time. I stared fucking him slowly and then began to fuck him harder. He moaned and soon I was fucking him harder and he was urging me on and telling me to fuck him harder and really give it to him. I was close to coming now and I asked him where he wanted it. He told me to shoot it up him and seconds later I shot a massive load of cum right into his arse. We were both shattered after that and we had a rest and then showered together. He hadn't come yet and was still horny so I soaped him up and pushed my bare cock back up him, fucking him gently as he wanked himself off. He slept with me in the spare room and in the morning I was woken up by him pushing his arse against my already hard cock. It was not long before he was kneeling up on the bed and my cock was back up his arse. There was no mention of a condom this time and I shot a second load up him and then sucked him off. Despite Tom's assurance that he "always played safe", I had discovered that, like so many others, he wasn't so concerned about condoms when his pants were down and he was horny. We went back to work the next day with no one any the wiser and about a month later I finished my contract and left. I was fortunate to have found a good career opportunity and when I joined my new company I moved up another level. I was now in a very senior position - but this would not stop me dropping my pants in the office when the opportunity presented itself just a couple of months in to my new role.... part 3 to follow

CHAPTER 4: PRESENT DAY Dad: The wheezing… the coughing. I could see it was becoming increasingly more difficult for Cody to breathe. He weakly massaged his chest as the look of severe pain was evident in his eyes. "Hang on babe, we’ll be there soon.” Cody nodded, and hacked-up some some yellowish-brown phlem. Fortunately we had arrived at the hospital, and even more fortunately I found a convenient parking spot. Helping Cod out of the car, he shambled over to the Emergency Room, which proved to be busy: an ambulance outside, people sitting everywhere in every available seat. Still I found one, got Cod situated, and explained “Sit here son. I’ll speak to the nNurse.” It was tearing me up hearing him strain to breathe, so I hurried up to the Nurse’s desk. She looked up saying "Hi, can I help you?” “My son. It’s my son Cody. He can’t breathe. I don’t know.… ” Looking concerned she responded “Hang on,” and looking over at one of the other nurses, exchanged a nod while handing me a clipboard, “We’ll take him right back. I’ll need your insurance and driver’s license. Fill these out through page three.” Another nurse entered the waiting room, looked at Cod who was in obvious distress gasping and coughing as he clutched his chest. Taking a quick listen with a stethoscope the nurse turned to me asking “What’s his name?” “Cod. Cody.” “Cody, it’s gonna be okay, but don’t move.” With that she re-enters the medical area, returning promptly with a wheel chair, asking “Cody, can you get into the wheelchair for me? We’re going to take you back.” Cody stumbled to his feet, and meekly looked at me. As the nurse helped Cod into the wheelchair, looking at me, “You’re his Father?“ I nodded and asked “What’s wrong with him?” “Follow me. We’ll take him back.” I gestured to the clipboard and the several forms which I had yet to complete. She replied “It’s okay. Bring them." She takes us over to the one of the beds, “Wait here”, and walking to the she called-out "First name Cody Davis, code 1,” and then disappeared for a few seconds, returning with a few assistants who began preparing him, moving Cody onto one of the beds, listening with the stethoscope again, removing his clothes, and getting him into a hospital gown. While I loved seeing Cody naked, his listlessness and the impartial handling of his body by the staff somehow bothered me, but just then a doctor approached, and noticing me asked “You are?” “I’m Cody’s father. Mark.” “Mark, listen. We’re going to take good care of Cody. We'll stabilize his condition, but for now you need to go back into the waiting room.” “What’s wrong with him?!” “We’re not sure yet, but I’ll come get you as soon as we know what’s going on.” One of the assistants put Cody’s clothing into a bag, handing it to me, and then escorted me into to the waiting room. I looked at the clipboard and tried to focus on filling out the paperwork, but my nerves were racked. My son. My lover. He was seriously ill. My first thought was, (somewhat irrationally), 'WHAT THE FUCK DID WE DO?'. Of course the logical part of my brain suspected the malady was related to HIV, but I had never heard of an attack with this appearance. Still I tried to concentrate on on completing some of the information requested on the paperwork which I was still clutching. The sound of Cody’s hoarse cough from the treatment room honestly scared me. I sat waiting in the waiting room for three or so hours when a nurse stepped into the waiting room and announcing the name “Cody.” Of course I looked up. “Come with me, please.” Guiding me into the interior of the hospital, we entered a long hallway off of which opened differing areas, each containing several medical beds and privacy curtains. Smiling, the nurse announced “Here he is." “What’s wrong with him?” Glancing first at Cody, then at me, she answered simply “The Doctor will come by shortly.” “Thank you,” I replied, whereupon she left, drawing the curtain behind herself. An IV protruded from Cody's left arm. His coughing had subsided, and he certainly looked comfortable, even peaceful. “How are you son?” Looking up, he cautioned me as I reached for his hand, “Don’t get too close.” “Did they tell you what’s wrong?” “Pneumonia … they said they gave me drugs, but you can still get it.” “I’ll be ok”. We talked quite some time as I tried to calm his fears. Finally the doctor appeared. We introduced ourselves. His name was Doctor Reynolds. Reading through the chart he explained “Cody, it looks like you’ve got a fairly serious case of Bacterial Pneumonia, which may be contagious. Until the drugs we've given you kick in and start killing off the bacteria that’s causing the inflammation in your lungs, it's entirely possible to spread the infection, possibly for a few days," looking at me, “so I’m going to prescribe an anti-bacterial for the both of you. I want you to fill these and you, Mr. Davis, to start taking yours now as an added precaution.” "Okay," I replied, asking "Do you know how Cody picked-up the bacteria?" “This kind of pneumonia can be contracted by breathing the air droplets from someone that has it, but we’ve also seen cases where someone contracted it from a dirty air conditioning filter, but … “, and he paused, then continued explaining "most people fight this kind of pneumonia off without it being too serious. But, if someone’s immune system is weakened it can be very serious, even deadly if the patient doesn't get it treated quickly enough.” Then turning to my son Dr. Reynolds continued asking "Cody, have you ever taken any sort of drugs or shared needles with anyone?” Cody noded 'no'. "Are you sexually active?” Cody just nodded 'yes'. In my mind's eye I could virtually see the doctor saying to himself 'I know what's going on here', but instead he explained "When we have serious cases like this we almost always run a few other blood tests to rule out common issues. Cody’s test for HIV came back positive." I look at Cody, then at the Doctor, I think it’s obvious I’m questioning what he just said. “Testing positive for HIV doesn’t give you Bacterial Pneumonia, or the other way around, but Cody’s immune system is compromised from the HIV and then he probably came into contact with someone who either has Pneumonia or recently had it.” The lightbulb clicked on for me. "We’re going to keep him at least overnight with the IV, and let him rest. If the anti-Bacterial we’re giving him does it job quickly you can take him home tomorrow. When he gets home he’ll need to finish all of the medication I’m prescribing. You need will need to take the prescription I'll give you before you leave, but you should pick-up your prescription now. We can discuss Cody's HIV treatment options after the Pneumonia is under control.” "Any questions?” "Not for now, I think, we're good." "Okay, I’ll leave you guys alone." "Thanks," I responded as he nodded with a small smile, and left us. "Dad, ...." "Yeah, Cody?" "I'm..., I'm ...." Sensing what he was struggling to say, I soothed his troubled mind, murmuring "Don’t worry about it, baby boy … we’ll figure it out. Right now you need to rest,. Your body needs time to get the Pneumonia under control, which means the drugs need time to fight off this infection. We can discuss the other issues later." Cody gave me a wan smile, accompanied by "I love you, Dad.” Looking deeply into his eyes I softly replied "And I love you too, boy.” Talking with Cod I couldn't help but consider my own flesh and blood was now HIV+. My cock was awake. Even knowing Cody felt like crap I wanted him. Fortunately I kept my cock in check, as just then a nurse stepped into the room, explaining visiting hours were over, and Cody desperately needed some sleep, but adding I could return the next day, at which time Cody would be moved to a step-down unit. I wanted to kiss Cod, and I suspect he could sense the angry monster hiding in my pants, but I chasely kissed him on the forehead, telling him goodnight as I left, pausing in the pharmacy to fill the prescriptions. I immediately took my first dose of the anti-Bacterial as a precaution, even if I felt fine. even though I’m not feeling sick. After 3 days of taking these pills and visiting Cod I start to worry, even though it’s obvious he’s feeling better and his condition seems greatly improved – the Doctor says he’s not out of the woods yet. I pull him aside and ask him about the HIV, “His initial bloodwork had over a million copies per milliliter”, he can see me with a question mark on my face, “That’s not mean to worry you, we’ll talk about treatment options once the Pneumonia is gone”. I muster an “ok”, but in reality I’m stressed out. I try to relax, and my mind wonders, thinking about Cody being HIV+ after our adventures at Sam’s place. I’m so horny, and as perverse as it is, more than once thought about reaching under that boy’s hospital gown and sucking him off right there. I start thinking about Sam’s poz cock so I text him but he’s not responding. I decide to text that hot guy Chris from the testing center. Mark: Hey sexy Chris: Hey man, been a while, how’s it going? Mark: Not good, stressed out, no sex and Cody’s in the Hospital Chris: Ugh Sorry … he gonna be ok? Mark: Yeah, … has Pneumonia Chris: Oh wow … what’s up? You guys been thinking about getting tested again? Mark: Uh yeah … Cody tested positive yesterday. They found it when they ran tests for the Pneumonia Chris: I understand, I’ve told a lot of guys their results before Mark: Not why I texted, I’m horny. He’s been in the Hospital nearly 4 days. My balls are turning blue Chris: Oh shit… can’t have that Mark: I know Mark: Busy? Chris: HA! Perv … not really tbh : ) Chris: Just at home Mark: I can host Chris: Naked and horny here. You can come over if you want. My brother Tyler is living with me for a while, but he’s gay too, won’t care Mark: You got a brother? And he’s gay? He hot too? Chris: LOL … down boy, he’s mine (kidding), but yep, my little brother is a homo too lol I dunno, he might like you Mark: I was jk Chris: LOL … give me an hour to get showered and together Mark: We can do another time Chris: No it’s good, plus I’m horny af Mark: Is it ok if we don’t fuck? I just need to nut Chris: Yea its cool … love oral too An hour later I arrive at Chris’ townhouse, he’s still naked when he lets me in … my eyes immediately go to his cock and then his face, “Looks like you’re happy to see me”, “You could say that”, then I look over and realize there’s someone else in the room. “Oh sorry… this is my little brother Tyler, Tyler, Mark”. I swear Tyler is a spitting image of Chris without the go-t, its obvious they’re related. I wave at him, he’s watching tv, sprawled out in an over-sized chair and as naked as Chris. I think, “Chris you’re wrong, Tyler isn’t cute, he’s fucking hot!”, I start thinking about my son, “Hi” is all I can manage, he waves. I soften my voice to Chris, “You guys always hang out naked?”, he just grins, “Not always … but we’re both pretty open, don’t care too much … told him when he wanted to live here for a while that I’m not changing how I am, or putting on clothes just because he’s here … he’s ok”, “See that”. Chris looks at me, and me him, we both know what we need to do. He leans into me, taking my hand and putting it on his cock, “I’m horny Daddy”, all I can do is smile; Tyler seems to be ignoring us. Subconsciously I start stroking Chris’ cock, “You’re wearing way too many clothes for this house”, I grin and pop off my shoes. I follow Chris to his bedroom, and we start making out, my body needs the attention of a younger male so bad right now and Chris is exactly what I need. “Let me help you”, and with those four words I’m naked faster than I can imagine as his hands find and touch nearly every part of me, “Come here”, and he leads me out of his room. I follow him down the hall like a puppy until I think, “Is he going to suck me in the living room?”, he whispers, “Look”, I glance and there’s Tyler rubbing his cock, still watching the big TV. I’m transfixed by Tyler’s hand as Chris bends down and begins to slow suck on my nuts. As he takes care of me I can feel the precum escape my piss slit and his tongue lapping it up – he might not be my son Cody but he’s doing a great job of pleasing the old man’s cock; a moan escapes my lips. Tyler glances over in my direction for a split second then goes back to watching whatever it is. My cock is rock hard and leaking so much pre-cum it’s like I’m taking a piss and Chris, right there, looking so hot on his knees with his fucking mouth sucking me down. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh….”, and there it is a real moan escapes my lips this time, Tyler looks over at me and he gives me a big grin this time. I’m transfixed, “He sure knows how to suck cock doesn’t he?”, my eyes get wide, but the reality of that question doesn’t entirely hit me. All I can do is grin and nod back at him, with what must be, a serious case of “bedroom eyes”. I look down at Chris again, he’s going back and forth sucking me hard, his nose nearly meeting my pubes on each stroke. At this point I’m oblivious to the fact that Tyler is 20 or so feet away from me and that he’s on and off watching me get sucked by his brother; all I want right now is to bust a huge load of sperm in this mouth. My hands are in Chris’ hair and he’s on auto-pilot working me towards my orgasm … my cock is happy, and I think I’m more than enamored with his brother. Tyler is doing is best to tease me, rubbing his cock. I hope Cod won’t be jealous. “Fuuuuuuck”, another moan escapes me and I earn another smile from Tyler’s cute face … I start imagining what it might be like to watch Chris suck his cock, or the other way around. Then I start thinking about my boy Cod, and his HIV+ fuck stick, oh fuck … I want to see him fuck and breed Tyler … hmmmmm … after he fucks and breeds his Dad’s hole of course. I’m quickly reaching my boiling point, and there’s no subtlety anymore, I tend to get very vocal when I’m about to blow my load, “That’s it Chris … fuck yeah … you’re about to eat this load," the words are just flowing out of me with no regard for who’s around. "Oh fuck … ohhhhhh fuck," and I get more assertive about the whole situation, now I’m just using a hole, and I start to piston in and out faster than I can clench and unclench my muscles. I give up trying to be gentle with him and just keep myself clenched. Tyler doesn’t even register with me right now … in fact, the room doesn’t either, and I feel the sweat dripping off my face and a bit rolling down my back. Chris has one arm raised rubbing my chest and I can smell the masculine scent of his arm pit … this is all coming to a head for me; Chris starts to grunt each time my big balls slap against his chin. I know I might choke him, but all I care about is blowing this load of spunk down his fucking throat. “FUCK! CHRIS! ... that's it! ... that’s it! … oh FUU… FUUUCK!", and my fat cock starts squirting inside his mouth and throat, filling him with a massive, thick four-day load of my ball juice. He’s not moving, I’m not moving, then he slowly pulls back to get the last of the cum and clean my piss slit. I can see tears on his cheeks but Chris is purring, who knew he loved sucking cock so much; I have one idea. Reality starts to set in and I glance over at Tyler, he’s laughing and nodding at me, like, “Told you he knows how to suck a cock”, then I remember his comment, and I smile a little devilish grin at him. Chris stands up and kisses me, the way Cod does with his tongue, and I taste the last bit of my seed. “I need to get out of here and go see Cod, … thanks, I really needed that”, he smiles, “Glad I can help relieve that case of blue balls … maybe you can breed me next time”. I know Tyler can hear everything and it dawns on me that there may be more going on with these two than Chris is saying, especially since he’s so open sexually around him; he obviously meant for us to have sex in front of his brother. I like where this is going. I put on my clothes and leave, then I start thinking about Cod’s newly poz cock and I get hard all over again. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (6 Weeks earlier) Chris: Jake’s cock remains hard and deep inside me, without changing position, I can feel him start to ride me again. At this point, we can both see the test, we both know he’s HIV+ -- neither of us say anything as his bare cock begins to slide back and forth. Suddenly he’s fucking me again, that’s when I realize how bad I want his poz cock, “Ahhhhh… ahhhhh… fuck me… yeah fuck me… fuck me Jake”, “I’m not gonna last long this time, … this is gonna be … “, and he speeds up, his balls slapping against my ass, “ahhhh … AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… OH ... OH FUCK!! … OH FUCK!!!!!!!”, and he tenses up as he begins to orgasm. “Damn … came quick that time huh?”, “Oh yeah… haha…”, “Fuck dude, that’s so hot ... did you give ‘IT’ to me?”, I can’t see Jake’s face, coy, as he nods. Inside of 20 minutes this hot boy is pumping two big loads of his HIV+ spunk into me, I moan from the depravity of it all, “I gave ‘IT’ to you alright … hope you fucking wanted ‘IT’”, then we both moan thinking about what we just did. Both time I practically felt him unloading, and I haven’t even blown a load, I’m going to have serious blue balls. Working in an HIV testing center I don’t generally make a point of telling anyone, “I’m chasing the bug”. Here I am with two confirmed poz loads deep in my ass, and I really want to see this boy again. “Thanks sexy… let’s get it together and get out of this room before they come looking for me”, “sure … that was really hot”, “Yea me too … again soon”. We get dressed, I dump the test and with a wink mark Jake’s test results as neg. When I get to the front Jake heads out the door and I explain to Nick that Jake had lots of questions on safer sex practices and needed “more counseling” than normal; he rolls his eyes a bit and only says, “Of course he did”. The next hour is fairly standard as guys come and go to get tested and I or Nick assist them. All I can think about is Jake’s poz cock and my younger brother Tyler … then the thought of the three of us together, it seems twisted but the idea of having sex with my little brother Ty and sex with a poz guy makes me leak; I try to stay focused. Jake: My nuts are drained, unloading into Chris is so hot, but I’m horny and sometimes I cum 4 or 5 times a day… I decide to text that hot, older guy Bill from the waiting room at the testing center: Jake: Hey its “Jake”, met at the testing center, whats up Bill: Not much, just got back home Jake: Cool Jake: Wanna fuck? Bill: You don’t waste time do you : ) Bill: I only bb here, vers but mostly bottom Jake: Same, but mostly topping right now Jake: Guy at test center says I’m clean Bill: Me too, surprised Jake: Me too Bill: kinda wasn’t sure, does it matter? Bill: BTW that Nick guy is really hot Jake: Not to me … wasn’t sure either Jake: Yeah he is, I saw the other guy with the go-t, he’s really hot Jake: So can I fuck you? Bill: Haha! Yep … when? Jake: hot Jake: Now It crossed my mind that maybe Bill is chasing but who knows, I’m kinda hoping to find out, and I don’t care if it’s before I breed him or after. Chris: (Later that night) I get home and immediately the clothes come off – I hate them. I know my brother is coming over but if he shows up early it’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before. I clean up a few things and throw on some shorts, get a beer, and wait for him. It doesn’t seem like I have to wait very long and I hear a car outside my townhouse and look out, its him, I try to put the fact that he looks so cute out of my head. I feel some of Jake’s cum leak out of my ass … I unlock the door and run for the bedroom, “Be right back … forgot something, get comfortable”. I remove the shorts, wipe my hole, and slip in a small butt plug to keep Jake’s load inside me. I put on a pair of underwear, the shorts and head back into the Living Room. I grab Tyler and hold him close giving him a huge hug, “Its great to see you”, “You … too …. You ok?”, “Yeah … yeah I’m great … just great to see you … been a few months”, I breathe in and I can smell his arm pits and I know I’m getting hard while holding him so I ease off, he says, “I know … I know I’m sorry”. “Its ok … I know you and Jeremy are together”, he just looks at me with an emptiness, “Not anymore we aren’t … we broke up last week”. I lead him over to the couch and we sit down, “You want something to drink?”, “I’m … ehhh whatever you’re having”, I get him a beer and sit down next to him, “You ok?”, all I get is a simple nod as he takes a big gulp of beer. He makes a face, “How do you drink this stuff?”, “Ehhh… It’s like swallowing cum … you get used to it”, he looks at me and we both laugh. “So you guys aren’t together anymore”, “Yeah … he cheated on me, … and he’s mad at me?!?”, he almost yells, making a face that clearly states he’s not pleased about the situation. I decide to keep my mouth shut about knowing Jeremy is on BBRT looking for raw hole, and see how far down the rabbit hole with my brother goes, “What happened?”. “He lied … said he wanted it to be just us, I guess I wasn’t enough for him,… I dunno”, he tries to seem ok about it but I can tell he’s upset about the whole thing. “You still taking Prep?”, I ask. He looks at me flatly, “No. I stopped taking it over 6 months ago”, “When did you guys break up?”, “2 days ago”. “OH… How did you find out he’s cheating on you?”, “I found some texts in his phone … fuck, I really thought he wanted just me … I even stopped taking Prep for him”. I just look at him. “I stopped taking Prep. We talked about it, and we both wanted me off of it, so I just stopped … don’t look at me like that, there isn’t that much risk”, and he pauses, “…but…”, “but?”, “Well … Jeremy is poz.” “I KNOW !!!”, I think … but I don’t say that, I’m stunned, my little brother, just 20 years old and he’s been in a committed relationship with an HIV+ man and I know they bareback and he’s telling me that he stopped taking his pre-exposure Prophylaxis. I feel my cock twitch and so I play along, “So you guys were using condoms”, he just looks back at me, “No. We only barebacked … He said he didn’t want barriers between us, even talked about going off his meds, too.”, “And you’re ok with that? Did he?”, “I guess… I mean, I don’t know … I don’t think so”. Thomas, I know you'll read this. Chapter 4 is dedicated to you.

Coworker invited me over to some guys house after work tonight. When I got there, I recognized him as a previous fuck with an 9" uc dick that like to party. When my coworker walked out, I asked him if he had stuff to do a booty bump. He just gave me a wink. I didn't waste any time starting to suck both dicks. The host excused himself for a few minutes. When he came back, I raised my ass in the air. He took the hint and with just a little bit of spit, he slid right in. I knew instantly from the burn that he had slipped some t in me. I pulled off after a few minutes and sat on my coworkers cock. Then I reached around and grabbed the hosts dick and lined it up with my hole. I took a big huff of poppers and told him to slam it in. It didn't take long for my coworker to shoot in my ass. I sucked him clean when he pulled out and he got up and left. The host said he had two points and offered to take me to Man's Country and use them. He said he was really into whoring out bottoms for his pleasure. The bump he gave me was really kicking in and while my head said no, my ass was hungry. I took 10 loads up my ass and swallowed 2-3 more. I had to leave but i would like to have stayed all night.

Love this story. Poz Chem sex is the absolute best. I hope when they visit the bathouse there is a ton of AIDS fuckers there. Lots of slamming tina and if you can other hot chems like special K, X and Heroin. I always wanted to be used and turned out my a toxic chemist.

This story touches so many of my darkest fantasies and dreams! Excellent writing and dialog! Thanks for two boner-producing chapters! Truly looking forward to all of the sequels!

1. It had been almost a year sense I had last seen Ben and my hands shook with anticipation as I tied my shoes. Ben had moved for work from New York to LA around eleven months ago. Before doing so, he had been one of my favorite tops. A tall lean daddy with a shaved head and full beard, he was a sight to see. When I first met him at 22 I was a young self-proclaimed top curious about bottoming for the first time, so as I moved out of the dorms at NYU after my graduation and into my first midtown apartment, I decided that now was the time. I had found Ben on SCRUFF having downloaded the app with no real hope of finding anything. In any event he certainly wasn’t the type for whom I would normally go. Old enough to be my father, he was shirtless in a leather harness - but for some reason I responded to his first message and we struck up a good conversation. After a week or so of chatting we met up at a bar one evening and hit it off surprisingly well. I think that first night I only gave him a blow job, and probably not a very good one. It seems funny now looking back that there would have been a time in my life where I could have resisted having his thick nine inch tool inside my hole. I was intimidated by his cock at first and it wasn’t until the third or fourth time that we met up that I finally found myself flat on my back his cock slowly being worked into my protesting hole. Ben had worked my hole for ages, licking and spitting on it, sliding fingers in and out, but that first time I took his cock was still agony. Yet, something clicked inside of my brain and I found a lust deep inside of myself that could only be slaked by his cock. From that point on he fucked me two or three times a week, ruining my hole for others. For nearly six months he used my hole, pounding away at me every change we got, till I decided I wanted to try something else new. Up until this point I had been taking his cock the, well, the ‘safe’ way, but I wanted to know what it felt like. Somehow I figured that the first raw cock in my hole ought to be the same cock that took my original ass cherry. So one day after slurping on his cock for half an hour I flung a leg over him and started to press my raw hole onto his fat cock head. Ben had just smiled and held the base of his cock while I slowly impaled myself. I took his load that day, and then every time he fucked me there after. Yeah, for a year and half he fucked me raw, filling me with massive loads from his beautiful thick cock. But then he moved away. We had kept in touch a little bit but nothing major, but when he messaged me a week ago and said that he would be in town for the weekend and had all day Saturday free. I knew that I would go to any lengths to get to see him again. The time had come that I was ready to try something else new and while in LA it turned out that Ben had become the perfect person once more to try it with. I was ready to take a POZ load in my hole, and Ben had converted just a few months after moving to LA. Now on meds and undetectable he as the perfect candidate, a baby step into this new exploration.

I was in GC last year i think it wss called construction bar that was ok. But i was in a bar called the box which was not dark but dimmed. I had a t shirt and shorts and trainers on. Took my shorts off and was repeatedly fucked whilst sucking cock in a really tight corner, awesome . Going back in september.,,

here is the next chapter to the story... I got home around 1am and went directly to my bedroom, all night my mind was thinking of the events that unfolded today. Did Nicholas sense that I was looking at him all this time and showed an interest in him…I was awoken around 6am to the sounds of bed springs and heavy panting, for a moment I thought it was me and Nicholas but then I was shot to reality when I heard Charles banging some chick he met at the bar…I started to go back to my thoughs about the previous evening and suddenly my cock go rock hard…Not letting it go to waste I started stroking and fantasizing about last night and feeling Nicholas’s tongue exploring my hole, would he fuck me? What was the strange tattoo he had on his thigh? And oh that magnificent thick cock….within minutes I shot the biggest load all over my stomach, I scooped up some of my cum unto my finger and started savoring the salty taste….I laid in bed for another hour before I decided to get out of bed and hit the gym. When I got to the gym the parking lost wasn’t packed so that’s a good sign that it wasn’t crowded, I didn’t think it would be on a Sunday morning, most of the jocks are sleeping in from the weekend escapades…..I hit the lockers and got changed into my jock strap, shorts, and a t-shirt….I started out doing my usual cardio routine to warm up a bit before I hit the machines and free weights....While I was lifting weights on the bench an older daddy type came over to offer to spot me, I replied back “Sure, I appreciate that”…During our workout we introduced ourselves and I found out his name is Mark and he’s a fireman, he’s been coming to this gym for years…After our work out we headed towards the locker room to clean up, Mark looked at me and asked “Want to hit the steam room for a bit?” I thought for a moment and said sure why not. In the locker room we stripped down to nothing and put on a towel. This gave me an opportunity to check him out, DAMN he had a beautiful body, nice defined pecs and a lot of chest hair, kind of reminded me of Nicholas… In the steam room there were a couple of other guys in one corner but other than that it was pretty quiet and steamy, I could hardly see the other guys in the corner. Mark stood in front of me and took off his towel and laying it on the bench all while revealing his thick massive cock with low hanging balls, I noticed he had a silver band on his cock…..We started talking and I asked him about the silver band on his cock, he laughed and said “it’s a cock ring, it keeps me hard, you like it?” at this point I didn’t know what to say so I said “Yea, it’s nice”….Suddenly the other two guys in the steam room left so here I was alone in the steam room with Mark…After the guys left he moved his hand to the towel on my lap and said “you don’t need that in here, take it off and get comfortable”….I’m sure he sensed the bulge in my crotch…I replied back stating “No, I am ok”, well that didn’t sit well with Mark as he stood up in again, this time his cock was just inches from my mouth, he reached down and pulled my towel off….”Well someone here is saluting to attention” Mark said with a grin, in not time his hand was stroking my cock and rubbing some of the precum unto his finger. After a few minutes he sucked on his precum soaked finger and said yummy…Then I did something that I did not expect I reached out and started sucking on his cock, the thick shaft started expanding in my mouth. I loved sucking on his cock and feeling his balls hit my chin…I was getting into making love to this new found friend…just as I was getting into nursing his cock, he pulled away and said “shh, we have company”….just then I heard other voices in the steam room and could make out 4 other guys in there chatting. We stayed in the steam room for a bit talking until he motioned to head for the door…We headed for the showers to clean off and get dressed. We finished getting dressed and headed for the exit, Mark turned to me and said “James, what are your plans for the day?” I looked at him and said “laundry and then nothing really”…Mark replied ”Well, why don’t you go home, get your laundry done and then come over to my place, I’m having some friends over around 2pm for a bbq/pool party, here’s my address and phone number”. With that he handed me a wrote his number and address on a blank piece of paper and handed it to me. Heading home from the gym my mind was overwhelmed with everything going on, I just hoped that my roommate and his latest girlfriend were gone when I got home….I pulled into the apartment complex and parked my car, when I realized I needed to stop by the grocery store on my way home. With that I put the car in reverse and pulled back out of the apartment complex and made my way to the local grocery story, for a Sunday morning it was packed. I quickly found a parking spot and headed in to pick up my stuff…For the bbq/pool party I picked up a case of beer to bring along as well as sunscreen, didn’t want to get burned… Headed home and started doing my laundry for the week and pack my towel, sunscreen and swimsuit for the pool party. I finished up my laundry around 1 and figured I should start heading over to Mark’s place…I hope he doesn’t mind if I am a bit early, I could help him out a bit….I made my way over to Mark’s he was not too far from me, only a few miles from my apartment. I noticed there were a couple of cars parked on the street and in the drive, as I made my way up to the front door. I rang the door bell and to my surprise, Nicholas answered the door and greeted me by saying, “James, what are you doing here? I didn’t know you knew Mark.” I looked at him and said “we go to the same gym and work out together” He smiled and me and said “well come on in and enjoy the fun.” I handed him the case of beer and said I” brought along some beverages” he remarked back “well this should be a fun bbq.”

I grew up in a small farming community in Nebraska. I have 5 older brothers and from early on I was treated different by my parents as my brothers are big 6'2-6'4 with big mussels and I'm 5'7 with a string bean build. On the farm when not in school you are working from an early age. Where my brothers went to work after High School I applied to College and received many offers. I knew I did not wanted to stay in Nebraska. I think my parents knew before I did I was gay and when I told them they did not seamed shock and when I was pick on my youngest brother would defend me as he is just 16 months older than me. I knew where ever school I went to would have been near a large Gay community so it was either NYC or San Francisco. I visited both and the school in NYC bowled me over with the best offer I could get. It would not put a major Financial load on my parents or me and I would not be left with big students loans.As I wanted to pay my own way as running a farm cost big money I would try to find a job to cover my living expensive at school. I moved to NYC into the dorms and the first thing I said to my self did I make a big mistake of my life as everything is so tight here. My room mate was ok at first but in a few weeks turned into a real ass hole tell me all the time who he fuck he is not Gay. Not knowing NYC and really being a farm boy I'm in a new world as I know it's out their but I can't get into the Gay bars I pass by of find so I know it's out there. My sex life is giving someone a blow job once when we visit the big city near us in North Platt Nebraska. I'm fed up with my room mate and I have to do something fast or I feel like going back home and work the farm for the rest of my life. As I have to find away out of living in the Dorms as the commute is 20-30 minutes either way by the bus the school has or by me on my bicycle. Every place I look is way over my limited budget or the room is smaller than I have now. One day I look at Craigslist of all places and find a room for rent for a male only and when I hear where the address its BINGO 1 block from where most of my classes are. I get on time and it's a very old building, I get to the door and when it opens and I see the guy at the door I think I was struck by lighting as we look at each other for a long time. He's 5'8 maybe 125 in a tight tee shirt and I can see the out line of his nipple rings. He ask me in and the place is huge , with wire walls with pictures of MEN in full leather or men with boys arm in arm. The pictures stop me in my tracks as I don't know to run or keep looking. I do notice James eyes have not left me as I just look around and takes me by the hand to the room he is renting out. This bed room is very big also with a king size 4 posted bed that does look very gothic. When I ask him how much I say to him how much and I'm saying to my self it's going to be to much, but James ask how much can I afford and when I give him the number he says that's perfect. I gave a number more than I could really afford but I said to my self I will make it here some how.somehow I get the use of the kitchen , bathroom that has all these long hoses off the shower head and free wifi. I could not be happier. I ask if I could start to move over the weekend and he shoot back I have a friend with a truck and it can be done in one run. So I move in and settle in and I love the quite this place is but I look at the pictures on the wall and I get as hard as a rock and even pre cum is coming out. I try to hide how hard I am but James is always walking around half naked as goes late every night. I never ask what he does but is mostly at night. As James goes out late to work most evening and is back in a few hours or comes home early morning as I'm leaving for school it really working well for me with school but my life is empty in some ways. After a month James wants to talk and ask if I want to hang out with him this weekend, I remind him I'm under 21 and can't get into any bars, he says it's no problem where are going as he knows the doorman real well. I tried of looking at the books and I'm way ahead of my school work and it's a Friday. We get waved right in at Pyramid Club and once inside the music hits me and so many hot looking guys around, it take me a few minutes to understand what is going on as my head is spinning as James gives me a soda and says let's dance. On the floor it's more like a grope fest as James and I get closer and closer and when our lips lock my arms are all over his body as he takes off my shirt, my bare chest is rubbing up against him as I feel his nipple rings hitting my nipples. Something comes over me as I go down to kiss his nipples. The rest of the evening there was one big blur of passion & heat form everyone I met at the Club, what I thought was 1 hour turned out to be 5 hours. As we left the sun was coming as we grab a taxi home our hands were all over each other. Once we made it up stairs what cloths we have come off as we head to the bed. It's my real first time of having sex with any one unless you say giving someone a blow job is sex. James is the first one to take my anal cheery and I thought it would be very painful but he was so gentle with me it was pure pleasure. I wake up and James is sipping coffee and looking at my naked body as all he has on is a tong with a hard dick showing. He ask how I'm doing I get off the bed and get on my hands and knees and take his dick out and start to suck, as he's about to cum he picks me up and takes me to the shower. In the shower I find out what all thous hoses are for. He is making love to me wile he's working over my hole. I come out of the shower clean on the out side & inside. We spend Saturday & Sunday fucking going to some clubs and I'm having the time of my life not hiding who I am but living what I am. I no longer live in my room but in James room. As I get near the end of the school year my funding will not be available over the summer and my part time job will not be enough to support my self in that time and I don't want to leave James as I'm in love with him and he with me. When I tell him that I will have to go back home for the summer and work on the family farm he says he has an idea how I can stay in NYC and make enough money to stay here with him. He ask how I feel about doing what he does, my being so fresh off the farm , I say I really don't know what he does at night and he is Laughing. He says he works as an escort a he showed me his profile on Rentboy. I'm shock and say you get paid to have sex with other men, he says that I could do very good but I will have to be a Top as that is where the real money is. He tell me he has a very good client who would love me. James tell me we will go over and double team him as he will really like that. I'm scared to death but if I can stay in NYC for the summer with James I'm willing to do it. We get to his home and I don't know what to do but James leads me by the hand an tells me what to do. I can see on the client face he is very happy that I'm came, as once I'm naked he says to James is he legal, James responds do you really care. He is on his knees sucking my dick in a second as James starts to lube his hole up. Right before I cum James pulls him off and turns him onto his dick and hands me a condom to put on and tell me to fuck him hard.

My life has changed so much by now and people are treating me like I have the plague and I know these people my whole life. I really don't want to live here anymore as my parents are effected by what happen to me. We have a sit down and have long talk as I want to go back to high school and finish my education. The school board is saying shit that I could be a health hazard even thought I'm undetectable now. We decide that NYC is the place for me and my parents will support me wile I'm there and if I decide to go to College . I pack everything that I have they found a cheap place for me to stay for 1 month , then I will have to find something less expensive. After 2 weeks I'm settle in and will be starting back at high school. Looking for a place is not easy and the clock is running so I have do something fast. Craigslist advertises some shared rooms with rents that I could afford . I find one that has 3 guys who are looking for a fourth. They are going to college and they give me how this works and what it will cost and I think I can get by with it so I move in. Their ages run from 20-23 and they have hot bodies from what I can see so far. It's a 2 bedroom apartment and we share the bathroom and kitchen. School is easy but the expense is tight for me as it looks like my room mates must come from wealthy families. One of them ask if I'm ok and I open up to him, he does not seamed shock but hands me some money and tells me not to worry. A few days later he left his computer on and I just took a quick look and I see a picture of him on a Gay male site called Rentyboy. I go on to my computer and google what Rentyboy means in the Urban dictionary, It says a boy who sells him self or sells himself for crack. Now things are falling into place now why they have so much money and nice things. I say to my roommate later that I sorry for looking at his computer and saw the site. He is laughing , he did it on purpose and ask what do I think. As I told him me being kidnapped I have no problem with what he and the others are doing. He ask if I would like to make a little extra money. I do like sex and have not done anything in months and being horny seeing my roommate walk around half naked YES. A few days later he comes up to me and ask if I'm doing anything as he in a bind as his customer want to get fuck by 2 males, but his friend freak on him. I ask what I should bring he says just hard dick. We get to the hotel room and the guy we are going to top is in his late 40s with nice build. I can see there are 3 syringe on the table and 2 more without needles. When I get naked my roommate says I knew you were hung but not that big. The customer eyes are popping out of his head as I stand there with a ragging hard on. I walk right over to the customer grab his arm pick up the syringe tie off his arm find the spot see the flash of blood and slowly push the plunger in. With his arm over his head he is coughing and his eyes are bugging out. My roommate says he like it ruff so he starts to shoves his dick in the customer mouth wile I pick up another syringe without the needle and give him a booty bump and start to open up his hole with my fingers. Once my roommate dick is hard , we put customer on all fours and my roommate starts to fuck wile the customer starts to work on my dick. This guy is good at sucking dick and I like his tongue piercing. It's my turn and I can't believe how hard I'm am. He like it ruff well he gets it as my dick is right on his hole. I just slam my dick all the way in right to the balls and he is trying to move away but I climb right on top so he can’t get away from my assault and just fuck him as fast and as hard as I can as he is now really getting into it. When I explode and I do mean explode he says am I pissing in him and when I say NO he is saying this is the best fuck he's ever had. When I pull out my cum is dripping out of him like he had 20 loads in him. He reaches back with his hand and takes some of my load from his ass and takes to his mouth as he likes boy cum. He now on his knees cleaning my dick with his mouth and tongue. What we can't believe is I'm still hard and in a few minutes I'm ready to go again. My roommate is smiling as I climb back on top and start to fuck him again and this time as ruff as I can. My roommate ask me to stop but to leave my dick in him wile he slams this guy again. I can feel his body quiver and right after he cough I start again. I put 3 loads in him and my roommate 2 , right before we left I as my roommate where is the money he said he paid by PayPal. As we were about to leave he says he wants to see us again and gave my roommate some cash in his pocket and tells me I'm a star with that dick , he might be right as I'm still hard. We jump into a cab , at home he gives me the cash and its over $1000 and on PayPal another $2000 we split it. I can't believe I made $1500 in one evening. My roommate tells the others in our place what I did and I will make great addition. I now know I'm in the right place as they are all working boys and I understand how they can afford what they have maybe I can make it here and get into college so I won't have to move back home.

Part IV I don't think I slept very long, like a half hour at most. I woke up to my new buddy shaking and asking "You okay, buddy?" "Okay, just tired," I replied. "It's more than the heat," he returned, remarking the 151 Rum I had been drinking was powerful stuff. "I should be fine. I've only had four drinks," I replied. "Yeah, but I don't think you realize how much booze you poured into your glass. You probably poured two, if not three shots per glass, and that's an awful lot of rum in a single serving." I just kind of nodded, too tired to really pay much attention. "We'd better get you up so you can walk it off a bit," he commented, as he and the guy who had grabbed my ass earlier each took one of my arms, and helped me stand-up. My legs felt like rubber and I could barely stand upright. We were all laughing but I had no idea why I was other than they were. They tried to help me take a step and I was so groggy I almost fell over, even with them holding on to me. My lack of balance threw all of us all off balance with the result I fell on an empty table. My buddy let go of me and ended up crashing into another table, and the second guy pretty much fell on top of me. Again, we were all laughing, the two of them at me as I laughed at their antics. "Lucky this table was here to catch me," I noted, which only set them off again in uncontrollable laughter. With that I spaced out again. Only for a couple of minutes, as far as I could tell, as when I came around the second guy was still more or less on top of me. "What's goin' on?" I asked. "We're getting a cot for you, so don't worry," he replied, and sure enough, the cot magically appeared and I crashed, more than happy to sleep it off. Completely exhausted, I nodded out for several minutes, only awakening when I felt something happening to my ass. It felt pretty damn good, even if it was miles away. "What's goin' on," I managed to ask. "Oh, you're awake! Sorry, but your ass is so fuckin' beautiful I just had to taste it, like this," the guy replied, as he drove his tongue into my ass crevice. I just laid there trying to think, but it was hard to do with the sensations he was causing with his tongue up and down the crack of my ass. Then I felt something actually entering my hole. I almost jumped off the cot where I was reclining, but found I couldn't move my limbs. They just didn't work like they were supposed to. He kept it up for a while and then it dawned on my befuddled mind that my cock was hard as a rock and throbbing. Just then my buddy came back and asked "Hey what the hell are you doing?" The other guy stopped his tongue but inserted a finger into my ass as he said he just couldn't resist this nice ass and it tasted so good. My buddy told him he probably shouldn't be doing that with me about passed out and not knowing what was going on. The guy said I think he knows as he has been moaning for a while and I just felt his cock and it is hard. With that he stuck second finger in my hole and twirled them around a bit and when he hit a spot I didn't know was there I moaned again. It really felt great. He kept up the massage there driving me wild but still unable to figure out exactly why. They were talking but I really couldn't understand what they were saying much with my foggy brain. Just heard a word here and there. Something about dangerous, toxic, convert, drunk. Last word I caught I was pretty sure of that but not the others at all. Between being tired, drunk and turned on with my hole being used I couldn't seem to keep a thought. The conversation went on for a while when they guy said he thought it was time for something and my buddy said something like he found this hot too. He said go ahead and try and see what it is like. The guy then pulled his fingers out of me all of a sudden and stood up. This caused me to moan as it left an empty feeling. It didn't last long though as I felt something wet on my hole and a pressure and I was trying to think and thought it was him putting his fingers back in me. It sure felt like all his fingers at once though and then boom I felt my ass give and a large pressure going inside me. It hurt but only for a few seconds as he held still a little bit and then I felt the pressure going in and out of my hole and it felt like about every other stroke went deeper and deeper. He was definitely hitting that spot and I was moaning in pleasure now and my cock was throbbing like crazy under me. He kept up what he was doing for a while and then I felt him go in deep one last time and it felt like he was shaking behind me and grunting some. I could actually feel something warm in my hole but had no idea what it was. Then the filled feeling was gone as he pulled back. My buddy then was saying that was hotter than hell watching that. He told the guy to help him with me a bit. The two of them then lifted me up off of the table and next thing I knew they were laying me down. I thought they were putting me on the cot to sleep for a bit and kind of spaced out again. As I faded a bit I felt something around my wrists and it felt like my legs were lifted up and out. When I came around again a minute or so later again my buddy was looking me in the eyes and I could feel the pressure in my hole again. In and out and wow, hitting that spot again and my cock felt like it was going to explode. I wasn't sure what was happening but my buddy right over me like that then leaned down and oh hell, he kissed me and in my state of arousal I was kissing him back. He broke off the kiss and told me my ass was like velvet but I didn't know what he meant by it. He leaned back then and I kind of lifted my head up. I then realized my hands were held in place by some sort of chains and my legs were being held wide apart and my buddy was between my legs and as I tried to focus I all at once could see down there and could actually see his cock huge and hard. I then noticed there was a mirror on a pole overhead that looked right between us. I looked in it and my buddies cock was hard alright and going in and out of an ass hard and fast. Took me a bit before I realized it was my ass. My mind was trying to figure that out and what it meant but failing as that blasted spot inside there was driving me totally in orbit and I could feel it getting ready to cum but couldn't seem to figure out why since I wasn't touching it. Then I heard my buddy talking. I tried to sort it out but again was only catching parts here and there. Something about him going to cum, fill that neg hole, toxic again, going to be a huge flood, hole going to be ruined. I lost it again though as I was watching in the mirror again as he suddenly rammed his cock to the balls in the ass there and I heard him saying something about converting that hole good now and then my cock erupted and sent cum from my stomach clear up to my face. Probably the most cum I could ever remember producing. My buddy then was leaning over me again but now was licking up my cum all the way up to my face where he planted another kiss on me and as my mouth opened he stuck his tongue in my mouth and I could feel something in my mouth also and swallowed.

I went to a pretty big bareback sex party this winter. It was in 2-bedroom hotel suite, and at its full capacity, there were easily 50-60 guys in the place. Picture a living room full of bags and clothes, piles of fresh towels for the tops, and moaning coming from each corner of the room. I was one of the 'designated' bottoms - getting there early, helping set up and I could spend the night there. Not much sleep of course. Party started at 8 PM. At 3 AM I was still getting pounded as the place started to empty out. There were some slower moments throughout the night, but for the most part, it was non-stop fucking. It was still the sluttiest, most thrilling experience I had so far. If things go well, your hole is not sore, it's just really open, wet and sloppy - exactly how most tops liked it. I didn't count how many loads, but I remember at least twenty or so guys/faces fucking me. If the tops are taking turns and fucking hard, you lose track of time easily after 10 minutes. It's a very deep and raw feeling - almost animalistic. Hard to explain fully. Whoever is fucking you also doesn't matter anymore. You just feel the cocks, one after the other. Some guys told me that's why they like blindfolds - something I might try next time. You feel degraded, slutty, objectified and you accept that you're basically just two holes on all fours for the night. I've been telling a lot of guys, tops and bottoms, that being a bareback cum dump bottom is like climbing a sexual Everest. I think it's one of the most masculine / raw / sexual thing you can experience, despite whatever names some guys might call you (slut or boy).

2. My cock strained against the tight constraints of my briefs, a thin trickle of sweat running down my back in the blistering New York in July heat. I had dressed the way I knew he would want me: a tight fitting red shirt with the sleeves cut off, the side open showing off the thick toned body I worked so hard for at the gym four times a week; a red baseball cap turned backwards on my head; and black basketball shorts slung low on my plump ass, exposing the white fabric of my slightly too small briefs. I walked quickly up the seven block from my apartment and over the three avenues to the hotel when Ben was staying, thinking, as one only does in the middle of a summer heat wave, how much I loved winter. I slipped past the front desk of the hotel making straight for the elevators to the back of the well-decorated posh lobby. Checking my cell again for the floor and room number I selected eleven and waited as the doors closed. My back was now damp with sweat from the heat combined with how quickly I had walked over and with how damn excited I was to be seeing Ben again and taking his new gift. I was actually shaking as I stepped off the elevator and walked down the softly lit wallpapered corridor to his room at the far end of the hall. For a long moment I stared at the door, daring the brass number plate to blink first. When it didn’t I finally swallowed my nerves and knocked on the door. It was opened quickly and there stood Ben in all his glory dressed only in a loosely draped towel about his waist. The year apart had done nothing to diminish his good looks; in fact, they had, if that was possible, grown sense I had last seen him. His skin was lightly kissed with the warm gold of someone who spent a lot of time walking out in the sun, his beard was flecked with just a little more gray then I remember, his head still a beautiful bald dome. He looked as though he was going to the gym more then I did, his previously lean frame was now bulked out, his chest broader and more powerful then ever before and strangely seemed to be even hairier then I remembered. He smiled and stepped aside to let me into the room, both of us drinking the other one in with long anticipated lust. My eyes drifted down from his strong chest to his now washboard abs, taking in the thick trail of hair that vanished into the towel. As my eyes alighted on the towel is when I noticed it, the top two spikes of the new biohazard tattoo that adorned his right hipbone. “Wanna see the rest of it,” he said, in his deep low voice. Just the sound of his voice made me weak at the knees and hard as a rock. Every time I heard it the memories of the hundreds of sexual acts that voice had talked me through came rushing into my head like water rushing through a broken damn. “Yes,” I said, my mouth a little dry. He shifted his hand slightly and brushed the towel off allowing it to fall to the ground. My cock gave a powerful throb. The tattoo, now fully exposed, only made him hotter. Lined up so that the center of the symbol was level with his cock one could not help but take in both sights at the same time and it caused my dry mouth to suddenly fill with saliva. I couldn’t help myself, he was too perfect standing there, completely naked his back to the now closed hotel room door. I feel to my knees, closing the distance between us with the fall and without using my hands pulled his slowly rising cock into my mouth. I slurped and salivated over his steadily growing cock, relishing the feeling as his cock head started to push down my throat. Ben’s hands slipped onto my head, brushing off my hat his fingers entwined themselves in my hair. He groaned as he started slowly to fuck my throat. I knelt there, fully clothed, desperately sucking at his gorgeous cock, trying my best to keep my eyes locked on the tattoo now so very close to my face. After a few moments Ben’s held me head still and looking down at me said, “You’re sure as hell a lot better at that then the first time we met.” I laughed as best one can with a nine-inch long cock down ones throat, “but today’s not about you worshiping my cock like that is it? No,” he said answering the question for himself, “it’s about you taking my new loads in your hot wet cunt. So now that you’ve gotten me hard, strip off and show me that hole I’ve been missing so much.”

absolutly agree with you hornybottom ;-) and it gets worst when i'm chemed....

This story is damn hot and I would love to be in on something like it sometime for sure.

Part Six As Cody showered with the other twink he learned that the kids name was Sean and that he was bug chasing. Cody learned from Paul that he was probably toxic when he fucked the student trainer almost guaranteeing that he’d be pozzed. Cody knew that he probably could poz this kid. The two began to kiss in the shower as Cody told Sean, “Paul just pozzed me about a month ago.” Sean got a big smile on his face and asked “Have you started meds yet.” Cody shook his head ‘No’ as Sean got on his knees to suck Cody hard. As Cody’s cock grew he had told Sean “I want to slam while we fuck.” Sean agreed “Why don’t we dry off and prep some points. Then I’ll suck you hard and you can fuck me for a while, then we’ll slam and you can fuck me some more.” The twink’s climbed out of the shower, dried off and went into the living room to prepare a couple slams. Cody took a couple Viagra’s before he began to prep his point. As Sean prepped his Cody asked him “What’s the most you’ve ever slammed?” Sean let Cody know “I’ve did a double once, both were a 4.0 making an 8.0 total.” Cody got an evil grin on his face as he grabbed a second point for Sean to match Sean’s 5.0 he already had prepped for himself. Cody didn’t argue as Cody had his second point in hand. After all the points were ready Sean began to suck Cody’s semi-hard cock. The two climbed on the sleeper sofa bed as Sean lay on his back and Cody climbed on top of him. Cody slid his cock inside Sean’s hole and began to fuck the neg twink. When they were ready Sean wrapped his legs around Cody’s body to keep him inside his neg hole as they fixed tourniquets on their arms. Cody took the smaller of Sean’s two points and hit his vein while Sean began to look for a vein to use for his double slam. Once Cody had a good vein he hit it and drew back some of his poz blood to help Sean’s conversion. Once Sean had the fist point in his arm Cody helped with the second point getting it in a second vein. Cody asked Sean “Ready?” Sean nodded yes as he emptied one point and Cody emptied the second one. Once both were pulled from Sean’s arm Sean massages the injection site with tissue as Cody pulled the tourniquet off. Cody knew when the slam hit Sean as his ass spasmed a little and cum leaked from his cock as he coughed out very hard and began to breathe heavily. Cody thrusted in and out of Sean’s neg hole before he did his own slam. He began to fuck Sean again as he worked to pull the tourniquet off his own arm. The sensation from his fucking Cody made both boys cum. Cody felt like his orgasm lasted a long time as he knew he was filling the twink’s neg hole with his charges load. Cody lost a little bit of his hardness as he kept fucking into Sean. With the Viagra Cody had taken before his slam he was able to fuck Sean for a good 4 hours without stopping. Sean took another load from Cody before Cody needed a break. Luckily for Sean more guys began to show up and he moved to the sling for guys to take turns seeding his hole.

I LOVE the story and als LOVE stories about watching the boyfriend taking loads in his ass and mouth. My boyfriend and I put an ad out on Craigslist and BBRTS at least once a week. It tourns me on big time watching him take cum loads and piss in his mouth and ass from a total stranger although we have a few regulars...most of whom claim to be STR8 and some of the biggest PIGS are married. I love sticking my dick in his mouth and ass after he's been used by another guy or two. Here's the ad I usually run... My sub needs to be used as a cum and piss dump TONIGHT Sub is masc gl 5'8" athl BiWM 48yo and a TOTAL bottom sub...I offer his services to all horny tops who need anonymous relief...pump and dum your cum and piss in his mouth or ass...he will take it and thank you AND do exactly as he is told along the way. You can use him restrained or not...hooded or not. Be assured he WILL take your loads no questions asked. We host only. You must be of legal age and HWP. All races welcome and we don't care about your HIV status and you shouldn't either.Please put your AGE and stats in first email or you will be deleted. THIS IS FOR TONIGHT ONLY...NOT NOW....We are selecting 3 or 4 REAL guys. Does this scenario turn on any of you guys. I would LOVE to read more stories about seeing the boyfriend get used...maybe I'll right a few soon.

thanks for the great story

Part IV I was flat on my back next to my boyfriend, with a POZ loads dripping out of both of our assholes. Bobby leaned over to kiss me and wormed his fingers between my asscheeks, working Tom's seed in and out. He whispered in my ear, “You alright with this? We can leave now if you want.” As I caught my breath, I couldn't help but think that I wanted more. Once my hole had been opened up, I knew I needed more. To my right, Kevin was fingering his own cummy hole. He swiped his fingers over my ass and took some of Tom's seed to squish into his own ass. As we lay in a sticky pile, two of the photographers still taking photos applauded us and started looking at their cameras to see what they had got. Tom went over to his clothes and fished out his phone. He snapped a pic of the three of us cumwhores and texted it to a few friends with an invite saying “CUM JOIN THE POZ PHOTOSHOOT” He got a few answers back saying that they were on their way. While we waited, we joked around and went into the other room to look at the pics. There were some great closeups of dicks covered in spooge and holes leaking cum. They were hot, but the ones that really got me going showed little more than a tangle of arms, faces stuffed with cock, and feet on shoulders. A total free-for-all. No one caring whose loads they were taking. We were surprised when Joe reappeared. I had thought he left when he rejected Tom's bare POZ cock. Turns out that he had been lurking in the shadows the whole time and had wanked out two loads watching our orgy, and now he wanted in. “I'll take it bare, but only from you NEG guys.” “Yeah right,” chuckled our frat boy host. “We'll see how long that lasts!” The frat boy reminded us that Tom's friends were on their way over and we might break the record tonight. With me, Bobby, and Kevin having POZ seed in our holes, we needed three more bottoms if we wanted to tie and four if we wanted to break the record. Ryan said he thought it might be fun to bottom for once. That made four. The photographer who had face-fucked Bobby said he was up for some POZ seed. So we got to five. The photographer told Bobby his name, Brian, and they shook hands. It cracked me up to see this guy introducing himself to a dude whose belly was full of his cum. Within a few minutes, some of Tom's POZ buds arrived. Liam and David were a couple, pumped up, POZ, and proud. They were on their way home from the gym when they got Tom's text, so they were both ripe and sweaty. David was well over six foot tall, olive skinned, and ripped. I'm sure his meds mixed with some steroids to create his taught tight look. Liam was about 5'6, and ripped. He had a greying goatee that set off his greying red hair in a sexy way. “What do we have here?” David asked. Tom explained that we were going for a record-breaking evening of POZZING, all to be captured on film. They started stripping down, revealing matching tribal biohazard symbol tatts on their right pecs. Bobby started nibbling on David's nipples as I started in on Liam. Ryan and Kevin pulled their shorts down and began deepthroating their cocks. I felt almost high as I tongued Liam's sweaty pits. Just then, the front door opened, and a guy from one of my classes walked in. Henry was the all-American ideal. He looked like he should have been on a poster for the Marines, and here he was at a POZ photoshoot. I could tell our frat boy host was drooling. Henry stripped off his clothes and joined the fray. Liam and David organized us all in a line, all on our knees with our faces pressed into the cummy sweaty mattress. Bobby was first, then me, then Ryan and Kevin, and lastly, Brian. “Five piggy bottoms is impressive, but not record-breaking,” hinted the frat boy host, trying to convince Joe to join in. He shook his head and said that he would let the frat boy fuck him bare, but not the POZ studs. “On your knees,” the frat boy ordered, and Joe joined us. Liam, David, Henry, and Tom went in order behind each of us, loosening our holes and opening us up one by one. Liam stuck his tongue far up my ass as he spread my cheeks, and was then replaced by David's muscular long fingers. Joe let the POZ guys finger and eat his ass, but he drew the line when Henry started working his drooling cock over his crack. “Just tongue, man. I'm not ready for the bug,” he protested. Liam laughed and shoved three fingers up his hole. The four tops lined up behind us. David started fucking Ryan, and Tom sunk his dick into Kevin's ass. Henry lined up behind me and worked his thick cock slowly into my hole as Tom began fucking Bobby again. The frat boy slammed into Joe's ass so quickly that Joe started half-screaming / half moaning. Five holes getting plowed at once, and Brian fingering his ass waiting for his turn. All I could hear was panting and groaning mixed with anonymous voices, “You like that?”, “Fuck yeah, bro. Take that cock!” , “You want my seed, man?”. I've never felt such freedom and such pleasure. The frat boy raised is voice above the others. “Alright everyone. Switch!” Henry pulled out of my ass and moved onto Bobby as Tom slipped easily into my stretched-out hole. I could hear Joe whining, “No man. Just you. I'm not getting POZZED tonight!” “Alright man. I'll keep fucking you as long as you can take it!” So everyone got a fresh POZ dick in their holes, except for Joe, and now Ryan waited his turn. We switched tops until they had all fucked each bottom twice, and the frat boy kept pounding Brian's ass the whole time. The frat boy was the first to cum, and shouted, “Take that NEG seed, you fucker! Take my load!!!” Brian was so exhausted that he seemed to have passed out. Before anyone else could cum, the frat boy threw up his hands. “We could play this two ways guys. If I let one or more of you POZ dudes cream my hole, we'll tie the record. If one of you wants to fuck Brian's cummy hole, we'll break the record. Who's in?” The frat boy laid down on his back and pulled his knees up to his chest. Henry leapt over to him and started eating his hole. David picked the frat boy up and laid down underneath him, sliding easily into his ass. Liam climbed on top of the pile and slid his sticky cock alongside his partner's. Henry shoved his dick in the frat boy's mouth. Watching our NEG host become the center of action was so hot that I almost missed seeing Tom mount Brian's upturned passed-out ass. He jackrabbited away as the three POZ dudes practically raped the frat boy. I diddled my hole watching the action. Ryan and Kevin were making out hardcore as Bobby and Brian slurped on both of their cocks. I picked up someone's camera and shot away, getting closeups of the frat boy's ass straining to contain both POZ cocks. I snapped some great ones of Joe finally taking Tom's cock, which he had fought not to take even though he wanted it. Liam and David creamed the frat boy's ass within seconds of each other, just as Tom's thrusts slowed down and he unloaded deep in Joe's ass. Henry shot his wad all over the frat boy tangle. Tongues lashed as we all made out with each other, fingering our gooey holes into our newfound friends' holes. We caught our breath as Tom held a bottle of poppers under Joe's nose, which revived him quickly. “What the hell happened?” The frat boy responded as Tom cradled Joe. “Let's just say we broke our record, dude.” The End. I invite you guys to write the next chapters if you like!

Part III My mind was in a fog. I came to thinking I must have been having a wet dream. Images of Bobby fingering a knowingly POZ load into his gaping hole swirled in my head. I knew I should be angry, or disgusted, but all I could think of was how hard my cock felt, and how hot it had been. I seemed to have passed out, and my crotch was wet. Turns out that I had cum, hard, without even touching my dick. I fell over and landed on the mattress next to Bobby as he lay there, his ass covered in POZ seed. There were at least six guys standing around, some fully clothed, some jerking off, but all still had their cameras firing away. I opened my eyes to see a tangle of bodies. Ryan and Kevin, the guys who had posed last week had stripped out of their clothes. Kevin was pleading, “Help a guy out, Bobby. Gimme some of that TOXIC lube.” Bobby leaned up and pulled his body down on top of him. Kevin lined up his cock with Bobby's wrecked hole. He dipped the head of his cock into Bobby's ass and withdrew. I knew it was covered in Tom's POZ jizz. Ryan leaned in and snaked his tongue first into Bobby's mouth, then kissed his own boyfriend. Ryan laid down next to Bobby and pulled his ankles up. Kevin re-positioned himself at Ryan's ass and started fucking. I knew he was working Tom's POZ cum deep into Ryan's bare hole. The frat boy host crouched down beside me and asked if I was ok. I nodded and he handed me a glass of water. “Let me help you out of those shorts, man. They seem pretty soggy.” I was embarrassed that I cum all over myself, but figured under the circumstances, he was probably the only guy who had noticed. I let the frat boy undress me and shivered as he ran his hands over my body. Bobby lay there, working his cummy hole, smiling as he watched me being handled. The frat boy sunk his tongue into my mouth. He smiled. “You taste good. Want to taste something even better?” He pushed my head down to Bobby's ass. “Eat it. Wouldn't want that TOXIC load sinking in too deep, would we?” I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue. I had rimmed Bobby before, but never after fucking him. His ass was usually so tight and pink, but now it was loose, puffy, and red. It tasted sort of tinny, mixed with the tartness of fresh cum, cum that I knew was POZ. I thought I would just run my mouth over Bobby's hole, but it was so open that I could practically fuck him with my tongue. I noticed Tom was standing beside me. He knelt down. “Don't be mad at me, dude. I promised I wouldn't cum in him, and I didn't.” I don't know what I was thinking, but I raised my head enough to kiss him. I had a glob of his cum on my tongue, and fed it to him. One of the guys standing around jerking off saw what we were doing, and leaned in to snap a few pics. I decided to show off a bit and let our tongues move apart as Tom's cum formed into a strand, perfectly suspended over Bobby's upturned ass, leaking still more POZ seed. Knowing that Bobby's hole had much more where that came from, I went back to eating Bobby's ruined ass. The guy snapping pics was naked from the waist down. He straddled over Bobby's head as he leaned forward to get pics of me eating Tom's load. Bobby's gasps changed to moans as I realized he was swallowing this stranger's thick dangling cock. I knew this was out of hand, but there was nothing to do to stop it. The frat boy climbed up behind the photographer and started rubbing his bare dick over his crack. I knew the frat boy started fucking him when Bobby's moans turned to gagging. As the frat boy fucked, the photographer's wide dick was choking Bobby, and he was loving it. I could hear cameras clicking mixing with Ryan and Kevin fucking right next to us. Just then, I felt something wet at my ass. “You want that ass fucked too?” Tom asked. “Please. Don't.” I wrestled with wanting to know the freedom that Bobby had felt as he felt that bare POZ cock filling his hole. "Okay, we'll be safe, well, as safe as I was with your boyfriend. You'd like that, wouldn't you?” I knew he was right, and I nodded. Tom went back to the bag of dildos and found a thick five inch flesh-colored one. He handed it to me. I spit on it to lube it up. He chuckled and leaned it to stick it in Bobby's ass. Poor Bobby didn't know what was coming as he was too busy blowing this guy getting fucked. He yelped as that dildo went deep into his hole and came out covered in a sticky mix of pink ass juice and POZ cum. I shuddered knowing that I would have some of that cum in my hole in a few seconds, and maybe a whole lot more if he came inside me. Tom pulled the cummy dildo out of Bobby's ass and swiftly jammed it into mine. I squealed, both in pain and delight. “Go easy. I'm not wet enough.” Tom chuckled again saying, “We can fix that. I felt the mushy head of his dick move against my ass, drooling POZ precum. I then felt something going into my ass, much easier than the dildo. I knew it was his cock, and I didn't know if I wanted it to be or not. I clenched my eyes shut and started lapping at Bobby's ass again. I felt Tom going deeper and deeper into my ass. With each thrust, he filled me more than I had ever been filled before. I heard Kevin saying to Ryan. “Like me working that POZ load into your hole.” “Fuck yeah,” Kevin answered, adding “Looks like we're gonna have three asses leaking POZ cum before the night is out! That's gotta be some kind of a record." The frat boy grunted, as his pistoned away at the photographer's hole, “Fuck no. We've seen at least six holes full of TOXIC loads on one single night before.” That sent Kevin over the edge and he fired his own NEG load into Ryan's ass, mixing it with Tom's TOXIC seed. I could feel drops of Tom's sweat raining down on my back as he fucked the hell out of me. I heard the photographer grunt and felt his load shoot all over my back. I pulled off of Bobby's ass and looked up, seeing Bobby's chest covered in the photographer's wad. I couldn't help but lap it up and swirl my mouth over Bobby's bouncing dick. He grabbed my head and came hard down my throat. The frat boy fired off, filling the photographer's ass. Tom pistoned away, holding hard onto my hips. “There's a lot of cummy holes here tonight. The third ass is about to be full of POZ seed. Not bad for only one POZ top, right?” Everyone standing around cheered him and snapped away with their cameras as he jack-rabbited away. I could feel his cock swelling up, and then it happened. He shot at least four volleys of POZ jizz deep into my ass. Tom wiped his brow as he pulled out of my ass and flipped me onto my back. “Well done, bro. You want to join Bobby and Ryan there and see if we can break our record tonight? I've got some friends I could call....” To be continued...

Hell yea Virginia, what a fucking hot story, hoping for more of this. Would be hot to be in such a photo club.

Part 2 "You are gonna take all of our poz loads this weekend, slut. And you are going to beg us for each one. We saw how you came when Javi bred you full of his poz load. Now you will be getting ours. Probably a lot of piss too. And maybe a fist or two. More than that if I have my way though." More to come I hope. Also, if there is anyone who is a native speaker of spanish and wishes to help me make the spanish in this story more real, please message me. I'm pretty sure that most of it is formal spanish, which isn't what a hot papi like Javier would be using. I am so high that I can barely parse what it is he is saying, all that I can tell is that this sexy man with his hot as hell deep voice is telling me what I want to hear - that these men are going to use me as they want to, and fill me with cum. I can feel the air on my hole before he touches me with his cock, his thick head fitting snug into a hole that won't close all the way. His dick head is gritty, and even that sensation is driving my cunt wild. "That's my good lil puta. So hot watching that culo wink and beg for more dick. Tell papi and all of his buddies what that hole needs, hijo." His words barely register, up until he repeats himself with a growl and a slap across my face. "Tell papi what that hole needs, puta!" "My hole needs more cock and cum papi! It needs it bad!" I reply, a waver in my voice, a waver of excitement, of need. A slap to my chest and a hard pull on my pierced nipple, followed by "What kind of cock and cum, puto?" "Poz cock papi, this cunt needs poz cock and cum!" His buddies all laugh again, and a couple spit on me. The man between my legs, whose name I never caught finally pushes his meth covered cock into my hole, stretching it open a little more, and filling me up a little deeper. My eyes roll back, and I bliss out for a second, savoring the feeling of his big black dick stretching my hole out, helping to turn it from a tight negative hole into a gaping poz cunt. It isn't long before the motion of his dick and the cum already lubing me up melt the meth in me, and make my ass start to smolder. The burn feels so fucking good as I get higher. I feel a cock slapping my face, and I can smell the sweat of this hot male flesh, the pheromones making me want it all the more. "Open your mouth slut, and stick out your tongue." I comply, drooling at the prospect of having another cock in my mouth, while there is one slamming my hole hard. I can taste the sweat, and the beginning of cock cheese on this cock, and feel the foreskin with my tongue, all of this making me moan like the cock loving puto that I am. Then I feel the piss start flowing, and hear the command to swallow most, but to let some of it cover my face. At the same time I feel other streams of piss hitting my body, soaking into my fur, running down into the bed of the sling. I hear more voices, most telling me variations of "Fuck yea, drink that piss!" or "That's it pig!" Another cock moves to my mouth opposite the first, and starts pissing into my mouth as well, and this one 's piss is very bitter. If I weren't high as a kite, I wouldn't even want this piss on me, let alone in my mouth and stomach, but I am so high that it seems so much hotter to be drinking this nastier piss. "That's it puto," my papi's voice comes to me, "Drink more of my chemmed piss. So much stronger since I slammed." "I'm gonna breed this hole full of my charged load. Here comes load number number 2!" My attention immediately goes to my ass, and I can feel the muscles contracting and milking the cock that is giving my hole exactly what it want, almost completely outside of my control. "Fuck yea, this bitch is milking my toxic jizz out, he wants it bad!" My papi tells me that I am making him so proud, and he bends down to suck up some of the run off piss and spit it in my mouth before kissing me hard, and motioning for the next man to take his place between my legs, and open my hole even more. And so it goes for I don't even know how long, until I hear a man say that he is pumping load number 8 into me, and commenting as he pulls out that my hole is gaped and refusing to close all the way. At this point, Javier moves in between my legs, while his buddies move to the mattress or chairs around the room, and starts putting his fingers into my hole again. "Well, looks like this hole has gone from a tight little boy hole to an open slut pussy, hijo. Now are you willing to let papi make it into a gaping poz coño? A cumdump hole that papi will be proud to give to anyone who wants to slide in? A loose glove for papi's fist? A bitch hole for papi's dogs?" With each question he jabs his fingers into my button, making me moan, until I finally scream "FUCK YES PAPI! MAKE ME THE POZ PIG CUNT THAT YOU ARE PROUD TO OWN!" He leans down and kisses my balls then looks me in the eyes and says "Good puto. You are mine. I am going to make this a coño I am proud to give out for free to my buddies, and sell to dirty men who want in." He looks at one of his buddies and tells him "Go and get the puto a big bottle of water, he needs it." Javier's attention goes back to my hole, rubbing my ring, murmuring to himself in spanish, pulling on my hole, opening it up more, sliding in four fingers, then adding his thumb, and finally meeting resistance. The water comes, and I am told to drink it all, but slowly, while Javier rubs more chems on my hole, and pushes a couple of shards into me, then gets up and grabs a can of crisco. "This is special lube my puto-hijo's hole. It is going to help papi get his fist, then his fist and his pinga into your culo. Do yo like that sound of that hijo?" I frantically nod my head yes, as there doesn't seem to be anything that sounds better at that moment. "Yes papi, please papi, make my coño yours, and as loose as you can!" He grins that evil sexy grin at me, then looks to one of his buddies, a hot Dominican stud with another big cock and a hot biohazard tattoo, and starts to give him instructions in spanish that I don't understand. "Vaya y gato asesino, y llevarme de su leche. Quiero saber si este puede tomar su coño empapado." Go and jack off Killer, and bring me some of his milk. I want to know if this cunt can take it. His buddy grins huge and walks out of the room, but my attention is brought back to Javier playing with my hole. "I think it's time to give you another slam, puto. A nice big one. You want a slam from your tóxicos papi?" He says to me as his fingers manipulate my tingling cunt lips. "Fuck yes papi, anything that you want, I want." He grins even bigger as he pulls his fingers out of me, and wipes his hands as he prepares another slam for me. He crushes up the shards after weighing it out on a small scale, and puts the powder in the barrel of the syringe. "I think we are going to give you a real good dose of pig feed this time, coño. This one is .6 grams of meth. Just exactly what my hijo-puto needs." He puts the needle into his vein, and draws out enough of his blood to mix the meth. I watch, totally mesmerized as the meth is dissolved into his blood. The sight is making me hornier. I can't explain it, but I want this so badly. "My blood, hijo. My blood is going to carry this into your body, mixing me with you even more, making you my blood son. This is right, puto, this is what you want, no?" I frantically nod my head, stuttering out "Yes papi, I want your toxic blood carrying the meth through my veins. I need to be your blood son." He walks over to my still restrained arms, and eyes the piss that has been drying on me with approval, wipes a finger in it, and rubs it around on my body. "Maldita sea me encanta este cuerpo todo cubierto de mear y sudor. Mi gran cerdo hijo, la mendicidad para mi tóxicos la sangre y la leche. Tan caliente." Damn I love this body all covered in piss and sweat. My big pig son, begging for my toxic blood and milk. So hot. I am trembling in excitement as that needle gets closer to my arm. My papi lays his arm in my mouth and tells me to clean up his blood as he ties off my arm and slide the syringe in. It feels almost he same as his cock sliding into my cunt. I watch around his arm as the red mix disappears into my vein, and I can feel my cunt tingle with the pleasure of it. I watch papi's face as he is watching mine, and he leans down and kisses me after letting a huge wad of his spit fall into my mouth, and pulls the rubber band off. The heat travels up my arm, more intense than the first time, and I can feel the cough coming on, and I let it come. Javier steps between my legs, and slams his cock into my hole, making me scream in pleasure. Surely my screams are loud enough to be heard on the street, but papi just laughs and tells me he knows how much I love his pinga. He fucks me wildly for several minutes, as far as I can tell, and one of his buddies comes back, the Dominican he sent out earlier. He hands me a cup of watery white liquid, which my papi tells me to drink slowly. In between tastes of the Dominico's cock, I get sips of this bitter fluid, which oddly turns me on, and makes my papi smile even bigger and more evilly. He pulls his cock out of my hole, and says "It's time to learn to be a glove, puto. You are gonna love this shit!" With that he sits on a chair between my legs while Marco, the Dominican, keeps fucking my face, letting me drink his piss, and finish the cup of liquid. I am loving every second of it. I feel papi rubbing something onto the dangling lips of my hole, and feel his fingers going in. Four to start with, then adding more from his other hand, pulling my hole open, making me moan around Marco's cock. I have no idea how long this is going on, but it feels like five minutes later, I am hearing papi telling me to hit the poppers, 5 deep breaths and hold them for 5 seconds. Marco helps me, and Javier just tells me what a good coño I am, and then I feel him push against some pressure, all four fingers and his thumb, his whole big hand pushing into me. I bear down with him, trying to help him get his fist into my cunt, when it just pops in. The cheers from all the men around me are nearly deafening, and I am flushed with pleasure and exertion. My cunt has never felt so full and so right as this moment. "Fuck yes puto, you have my whole hand in your coño, how does that make you feel, to be papi's glove?" I pant out my answer as precum leaks from my still soft cock like a seive. "Oh my fucking God papi, you are my papi, and my God, your fist feels so right inside me!" His buddies laugh, and another starts slapping my face with his cock while I go back to sucking Marco. It isn't long before Marco tells me he is going to cum, and not to swallow it yet. "Shit, drink my leche, bitch! Hold my AIDS cum in your slut mouth!" I feel him squirt stream after stream of hot cum into my mouth, filling my mouth up completely, it is such a huge load. "Open up and let me see my swimmers in your mouth, puto." I open my mouth and he reaches a finger in and starts to dig his nails into my gums, after a little while he seems satisfied and tells me to swish for 30 seconds, then swallow his delicious leche. This entire time, Javier is twisting his fist in my cunt, digging it deeper into me, and my body just seems to be sucking it in, needing more and more of him in me. After I swallow Marco's load, Javier starts to withdraw his hand from my coño, making pleasure rush up and down my body in waves, and cum leak out of my dick as he gives me an anal orgasm. I black out for a moment, and when I come to, it is to see Javier grinning at me proudly and sexily, and he shows me the powdered meth and shards in his hand. "You are going to suck my pinga clean first though, and love the taste of your cunt juice in my hood." He slides his dick in, and I swear it is the best tasting cock I have ever had, my tweeked out mind making me greedily suck his cock into the back of my throat. Papi moans, and holds my head with the hand that has no meth in it but is still covered in crisco and my cunt juices, and lets go another stream of piss. He tells me to piss, as I feel something clamp over my boy cock, and I realize I have had to piss badly for a while. The stream I let go is very strong, and ends up filling a good portion of a 2 liter bottle. And still I drink my sexy poz papi's piss, until every drop is drained, and every last molecule of my cunt juices are cleaned off his cock. Javier moves to my hole again, looks down and whistles. "It's definitely hanging open now, hijo. You definitely have a poz coño now, no more tight hole. A gaping coño that your papi is VERY proud of!" With that, he covers his cock in more meth, and slides it into my cummy cunt, the cum and crisco and previous fisting allowing him in with no resistance. Then he takes the hand that has the chems in it, and replaces his cock with that, again, with no problems. Then comes the slight stretch, and the feeling I relish as the burn of the meth starts to kick in. He pushes his cock into his hand while it is in my cunt. I gasp, and writhe, being taken to a new level of pleasure, and my cock explodes, soft as ever, but dribbling out cum at the idea of my papi jacking his cock off in my cunt. "Fuck yea, puto. I knew you were a fucking great choice to be my hijo. You turned out to be a nasty chem-whore for me. And we aren't even close to being done yet. Killer and my other boys, human and canine, need to have a go at this cunt. You are mine forever. And I don't think you mind one bit that I am claiming you, do you?" I grin at him, tweeked out and barely coherent "Fuck no papi, thank you for taking me and making me your hijo, making me your cunt. I want to be yours forever. I want to make you proud of me and my cunt! I will do whatever you want me to papi!" "I know you will boy. As soon as I shoot this charged load in your gaped out cunt and plug you up, my buddy who does tattoos is going to give you some ink while that cunt rests for a couple of hours. When I come back, the dogs are going to breed you, and then even more poz men are going to have a go at that coño muy caliente!" I can feel him picking up the speed of his strokes on his big dick inside me as he says this, and I know he is going to blow a big wad of poison cum in me. And there is nothing in the world that I want more in that moment than to feel his big, hairy, uncut, toxic cock explode inside my cunt. "Here it comes, hijo-puto! You ready for another toxic load from papi? Here it is, just what you have needed all your life!" He pants loudly, then pulls his hand out and moans and growls and grunts as he slams his dick in me. Harder and faster he slams his giant cock in me, my cunt struggling to milk his load out of him when he slams in balls deep, as deep as he can get his cock to go, and I swear I can feel it pulsing as he kisses me hard enough to crush my lips, sucking on my tongue, my hands struggling against their bindings, wanting to pull on his ass to get him in deeper. Panting, he pulls his face away and grins again. "There you go hijo, another load of toxic papi leche for your coño muy caliente." Reaching over, he grabs a plug of a size I never would have considered taking before tonight, places the fat tip against my gaping hole, and pops it in with the heel of his hand. "There you go, hold that charged seed up there while you get inked. You will do whatever Marco tells you to while he is inking you, won't you puto?"

raw fuckin means spunk in the ass. period!

Hi deepanalnut, thanks a lot for your reply! I'm terribly shocked right now: just today I got to know that a girl I knew several years ago is dying of aids. She's barely 19 and apparently she got infected recently but for some reason her body isn't reacting well, she hasn't developed antibodies and she's in a desperate situation. I'm no doctor, so I can't be certain about the details of her condition, but it left me feeling really bad today. She got it from barebacking with a member of a band she's a fan of (she's sort of a groupie). She thought it was okay to do it this only time because they were giving some gig in our country and by bbing she would be somehow "special" for this guy. The guy probably forgot her within days and now she's fucking dying and she's not even my age (I'm 22). I don't have words for this. I know her situation is totally uncommon and that hiv today is generally just a chronic condition and not the death sentence it used to be. But this sort of crap still actually happens. I totally understand that many on this forum are already poz or really don't value their lives at all and don't care to get infected. I can't judge them. But I think it's pretty dangerous, too. Some people like me come here just out of curiosity because we're turned on by bareback sex or the thought of "sharing the bug" and without really understanding what kind of crap it is. So even though I'm not advocating censorship, I think it should be made totally clear that you REALLY REALLY REALLY don't want to get that shit. It's "hot" but then you may die and it stops being so hot. Everyone knows it but reading the kind of posts that can be found on these forums may actually encourage people to get pozzed in real life. And that in my opinion should only be a fantasy. There are safer ways to live out this fantasy, like barebacking with a known negative person. Or well, if you're already poz, just being responsible like you describe. I felt the need to say this here, probably only because of the state I'm in after hearing about this girl who's really close to my heart. I think the guy who started the thread should really listen to the regret stories he has been told in real life and jut not be carried away but some hot stories he reads here. Take care! -Pablo

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

Met a guy on craigslist, hooked up at his condo pool changing rooms, he sucked me hard, then i bent him over the sink area and fucked a load in him, watching myself in the mirror in front of me. Creamed his hole, pulled out, pushed him down to suck my cock clean, then bent him over again and seeded him again. Made him suck me clean, then out the door i went.

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