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Been awhile since my last post. Life has been busy, but yesterday was much fun. I work at home and yesterday so was the boyfriend. The work day was close to ending, and as I hadn't heard off my fella for a good hour or so, I went downstairs expecting to find him watching TV or preparing dinner. Instead when I walked into our play-room I found my regular cumdump fuck buddy in the sling and my fella balls-deep in his ass, smiling at me! All I got from him was "Glad your here now as I can't hold off cumming any longer," and with that he let of a roar and filled my fuck buddy's hole with a massive load! I didn't need to be asked twice. Giving each of them a kiss on the lips, I dropped pants and slid straight in and proceeded to fuck the load out of both my balls and my fuck buddy. I was so horned up I lasted all of ten minutes before breeding my fuck buddy. Turned out they had been planning this all week as they both knew I would love it, so now it looks like my fella and I are to regularly fill my fuck buddy as a couple, and perhaps occasionally invite a few of our other mates to enjoy his hole! Later on that evening, my fella, who was still horny, pounded the living daylights out of my ass. Tomorrow we have another buddy who is going to stop over, and both of them will tag me. I do love my fella. He's pure filth!

CHAPTER 12: Chris: As far back as I could remember I hated wearing clothing. It seemed completely normal thing for me to be naked just about any time I was at home, and as I waited for Mark, I chuckled thinking 'I've also been naked in a number of the examination rooms at work'. In any event, it wasn't particularly uncommon for me to be naked, even when my friends were visiting. This was in addition to, of course, those occasions when a guy was visiting and when we intended to fool around. So, when my little brother Tyler asked to move in with me, I felt the need to make two things very clear: first, that I rarely wore clothing at home, (and that I wasn't about to start just because my baby bro was around), and second, we both would, at some point, have a guy over for sex, so, when this happened, we had to go out of our way to avoid any awkwardness. While I generally thought Tyler was more-or-less relationship-oriented, he agreed with my points without any hesitation, which suggested we were more alike than I thought, and indeed it turned-out Tyler preferred being naked almost as much as did I. I’m the first to admit I feel pervy sometimes – more than once I’ve caught myself staring at Tyler's cock, and as he was at my place most of the time, and when at home we’re both naked, I had to admit there was a part of me that really, really wanted him. I knew he has caught me several times looking at his body, especially when he was standing in front of the fridge with the door open. In that position his cock was distinctly visible, and sometimes the tip almost looks wet. In fact once it was so wet I'd swear it was dripping. In fact, if you asked me I’d swear he was deliberately presenting himself for my pleasure, because when his eyes have caught me looking at him 'that way', he usually shoots a grin at me, but a few times he has returned the same look back. I felt like I was teasing myself. We watched TV together, usually ate together and on one occasion we even jacked off together. The day after that occasion I jacked off twice reminiscing about the experience. I've also found myself reminiscing over the occasion long ago when we fooled around, but most of interest stems from his having moved into the apartment, and we began regularly seeing each other naked. Naturally the thought of having sex with him left me boned-up, just as watching him move about the house, as he is right now, makes my cock leak. I think I’m probably going to leave a permanent precum stain on this couch. Tyler might be my brother and he might have someone coming over, but right now I don’t care. I just want to bury my face in his ass and listen as he begs his big brother to breed him. I seriously need to fuck or be fucked, and then a thought goes through my head, 'You should find some big-brother/little-brother porn'. I took a few moments from thinking about Tyler to find one of my favorite bareback sex vids on XTube and cast it to the TV. The video buffered for a few second and then began to load. As the video began, it was immediately apparent the volume on the sound setting was too high, and the first word that blared out of the guy in the video was the noun 'Tyler'! Startled, I grabbed the remote, cranking the volume back to something normal, grabbed my wet cock, teasing the piss-slit as I waited for the action to get going. The video, labeled 'Two Brothers Bareback', got me real hot. The two actors didn't waste time getting into it; supposedly they are real brothers. I dip my finger into the nice flow of pre-seminal fluid flowing out of my cock and brought a nice drop to my mouth to get a taste as the 'brothers' in the film were making out. Barely a moment later and Tyler popped into the room just like last time, “Hey … what was …", and then he looks at me stroking, then the TV, which showed the younger brother sucking his older brother’s cock. Then Tyler looked back at me, that same sly grin crossing his face. In the span of just a few seconds Tyler flopped down on the couch, joining me in another jack off session. This time, however, he sat so close to me I could readily feel the warmth of his body surrounding me. Tyler picked-up and skimmed the video jacket. From the state of my cock, it was undoubtedly obvious to Tyler that brother-brother porn turned me on. The guys in the video switched to a '69' position, and by then Tyler’s hand had found his cock and he was slowly stroking himself. Comparing our respective cocks, I noted with satisfaction we were both leaking a fair amount of precum and I considered leaning over for a taste when Tyler surprised me by looking over at me, grinning, and then sliding his thumb against my piss-slit, scooping up my precum, and savoring my fluids. Then he immediately went back to watching the video. So we went back to working our cocks. Tyler very casually moved closer and closer against me, and I, of course, had no intention of stopping him. In fact I moved my left arm and took him around his his shoulder, encouraging him to move as close as was possible. By this point the on-screen brothers had progressed to fucking, even as they made out. Looking over at me, Tyler gave me another smile, which I returned before shifting my gaze to my cock, then back at him. His face was so close to mine. Looking in his eyes, I could tell he felt the same longing I was experiencing. Looking down at my rigid cock, Tyler licked his lips, and then looked back up at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of Tyler. We moved even closer together, our eyes locked, closer, closer, and close we moved. 'This is it, I’m about to make out with my baby brother', I thought. Hearing the guys on screen approaching orgasm, I involuntarily glanced at the screen, as did Tyler, but just for a second - we immediately turned back to each other, and as Tyler turned his lips towards mine, his lips nearly touching mine - just at the moment I thought it was going to happen, we heard the door. “Oh Fuck! Cody’s here,” Tyler exclaimed as he leapt off the couch and headed for the door, adding under his breath "Damn, I need this so bad.” Next I heard he greet Cody saying "Hey sexy!" and as they stepped inside the room they shared a brief kiss. Cody smiled a greeting at me, asking with amusement “Do either of you even own any clothes?” Getting to my feet, Cody and I gave each other a hug, and, as I did so, I admired his look - track shorts and tank top looked good on him, as did his distinctive aroma. As we separated, Cody turned to Tyler with the instruction “Go get ready.” Tyler nearly knocked me down as he barreled out of the living room, and then turning back to me Cody commented "It's been a while … we need to get together again sometime,” feeling-up my cock. “Sounds good to me. I hear this thing is packing a punch now,” I replied, exploring cock back, adding “It’s so hot you’re breeding Tyler.” “He’s got the most amazing ass.” “I know … I see it all the time, trust me.” “Speaking of … I need to breed this ass also,” he remarked as he grabbed my butt. “Yeah you do … can’t let that guy Jake have all the fun.” “No joke he’s been fucking you?” I replied with a huge smile “Yeah, it's so hot … pretty sure he’s the one that tagged me.” Cody expression clearly approved. My smile was even more expansive. But back to the moment. Looking intently at Cody, I softly said “Fuck him on my bed.” He looked at me with a quizzical expression. “The bookcase,” I remarked, adding “Trust me … explain later.” Accepting my instructions, he nodded, and, giving me a small smile, headed back towards the bedrooms. I got back to my laptop and connected to the camera I had hidden in the bookcase of my bedroom. The image was mostly dark. When the bedroom lights came on I immediately hit record. There on my laptop was my baby brother looking almost a little guilty. Smiling, I thought he was probably wondering if I complain when I realized he was fucking on my bed. Far from it, I added. Just then Cody walk into the room, naked, of course. “Good boy … you cleaned and lubed?” Cody asked. I can hear them perfectly including the muffled 'Yup' from Tyler who's face was somewhat buried in my comforter. “Be right back” Cody commented as he abruptly left the room. Coming down the hallway, he through me a knowing smile, stepped into the bathroom, but didn't close the door. The sound of his strong stream of piss hitting the bowl started my mind in thinking about it. Getting back on the laptop, a few seconds later, Cody re-entered the bedroom. This time it appeared he had a prescription bottle or something of that sort in his hand. “These yours?” Tyler sat up, glanced over replying “Yeah, they're mine.” “I thought you wanted this,” Cody asked, gesturing at his cock. "Are you lying to me?” “I do … I … I stopped taking them a few weeks ago." “So why do you still have them?” “I don’t know.” “Go flush ‘em ……. now.” Cody was obviously ordering Tyler to flush the remainder of his PrEP prescription. Tyler got up, but instead of going to the hallway bathroom I see him disappear into mine, and then quickly hear a toilet flush. It’s obvious Tyler is giving Cody the empty bottle back, “Good boy … don’t want you having second thoughts.” “I want this Cody,” he replied, grabbing Cody’s cock. “Good boy. Now, lay back down. I need your ass." Cody begins rubbing Tyler’s ass as he slowly works his tongue into it, I can hear Tyler moaning, if earlier is any indication he’s more than ready to go. I hear the back door open slowly, and get up to see Mark making his way towards me … we smile at each other. I kiss him and show him the laptop screen, zooming to full screen, Cody is clearly taking pleasure in eating Tyler’s hole. “I want to be doing that!”, Mark pipes up, “Me too … get naked”. Mark removes his clothes and when he gets to his underwear he hesitates, looking at me, then he lowers his underwear and I see his cock all locked up nice and tight. I must seem surprised, “Cody’s idea … says it won’t come off until I get the right test result”, “Hot”, the only word that escapes my mouth as we look at each other. We sit down on the couch and watch Cody servicing Tyler’s ass with his tongue, Tyler is moaning at this point and it’s very obvious he wants a cock inside him. We watch as Cody moves from eating Tyler’s ass to dropping a big wad of spit on it. Mark is sitting close to me, almost as close as Tyler was earlier, but unlike me he’s not touching his cock, “That must be hell”, I think. I stroke my cock a few times then reach over and grab Mark’s empty hand and put it on my cock, he immediately takes over for stroking me. We’re both watching as Cody gets his cock into Tyler’s vulnerable, exposed hole, Cody looks over at the camera and grinned. I thought 'Okay, yeah, he definitely knows', then he looked back down at Tyler as his cock starts to disappear into my brother’s ass. “Ahhhh … ahhhh … ahhhh … fuck”, Tyler muttered, followed by a “Yeah,” but Cody didn't pause, instead kept up the constant pressure as he worked his cock all the way into Tyler. Tyler is breathing heavy and Mark and I can’t take our eyes off of the screen as we watch his boy slowing move that unmedicated poz cock in and out of my brother’s raw hole. “So hot,” Mark remarked in awe. “This what you want babe … you want that poz cock”, “Yes”, “Say it … say it again, “I want your poz cock”. Cody continues fucking Tyler, but I know he likes hot verbal same as I do. “Say your whole name and convince me you want this or I’ll put out right now and he stops fucking Tyler, his cock inside him, but not moving. “I’m …”, “Head up slut … look at the wall, … other wall”, interrupting Tyler. I swear Tyler looks directly into the camera and Mark and I both hear the words, “I’m Tyler Joshua Parks and please Cody, please fuck your HIV-positive cum into my HIV-negative ass. I’m ready to be HIV+ and I want you to do it. I want to be HIV+ positive just like you”, all three of us at the same time, “So hot”. Tyler did that so easily, part of me wonders if he did something similar with his ex Jeremy. “Head back down boy”, Cody looks over at the book case with an evil grin, I’d swear he heard us. Cody starts fucking Tyler again, “Sounds like you really do want this Ty … that’s good because I’m horny as fuck and I’ve got a huge load saved up for you”, he says as he continues to move back and forth. It’s obvious Cody is a good top, the way he moves back and forth slowing, then jackhammering his bottom, I think, “I really need some of that poz cock inside me, too”. Mark starts sucking my cock as we continue to watch and listen to Cody bang Tyler, at this point Cody is full on banging Tyler’s ass as hard as he can and they are both begging for relief. “Ahhh… careful, don’t make me cum yet”, I say to Mark and he slows up his ministrations on my cock; if I don’t cum soon though I might get blueballs. “I’m going to fuck you poz little man … you ready for that?”, “Yes”, Cody repeats the question, “You ready for that?”, Tyler lifts his head up again, “Yes … I’m ready to convert Cody, please, please just do it”. Mark goes back to slow stroking my cock, I rub his chest and nipples, “Ahhhh …. Owww owww”, I had forgotten about his caged cock, “Sorry”, “s’ok”. Cody’s orgasm is getting closer the moans are getting louder and the words are just huffs of air as he rides Tyler. Tyler looks like he’s trying to impale himself on Cody’s cock to get it as deep as it can go. “Ohhhhhh… ahhhhhhhhh… ahhhhhhhh…. I’m gonnnna cum … I’m gonna cum”, we both stop moving to watch, “OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!”, “Ahhhhhhhhhh”, we hear both of them and its obvious Cody is dumping a huge load of toxic sperm into Tyler’s ass, “Take it … take it! Ahhhhhhh… ahhhhhhh… fuck”, we hear him. “Yes … ahhhh… so good”, from Tyler. Mark and I are dripping with sweat and precum as the entire scene unfolds right in front of us, “FUCK!”, I hear Mark. After a minute or so go by Tyler remarked “You’re still hard.” “Yeah, it happens,” Cody responded, his hips gyrating a bit as he added "especially when I want to breed you again, but this time in the other room." With that he withdrew his hard, wet cock from Tyler’s hole with the instruction “Don’t move yet.” Cody then stepped into my bathroom and returned with one of my white hand towels, saying “Sit up, Tyler." Which, of course, Tyler promptly did, and nodded in agreement when Cody asked "You trust me, right?” Without a word of explanation Cody used the towel as a blindfold, and after confirming Tyler couldn't see anything, remarked “Good! Let’s go fuck on the couch”, “But Ch’ … “, “Don’t care who’s hear I want to fuck you on the couch. I’ll guide you." The two made their way out of my bedroom, down the hallway and into the living room where Cody murmured "Good boy, Tyler," as he exchanged a smirk with me. I pauses the recording, noiselessly set the laptop aside and watched as Cody instructed Tyler to get on his knees in the arm chair. Tyler again complied, and when he was in position, facing the back of the chair, Cody explained "Okay, you can lean forward. It's just a chair. Fuck, man, I wanna breed you again so bad." Tyler complied willingly. “Don’t move," Cody instructed.

I wrote this actual message to a 19 yr old neg boy who wants to be pozzed. He wants to be first gang banged in a hotel room to loosen him up and then take him to the baths for a gang bang. I went to the cellar bathouse to check it out again. Last time was about 2 yrs ago and got fucked pretty good by two daddies in the hour and then went to steamworks. This past Friday was out of this world. I got laid twice in the first hour and just kept on getting better. I can actually say that this was probably the best night ever for me to get knocked up over and over. It was absolutely amazing. No condoms anywhere other than the bowl at the counter when I walked in and I don't think anyone used condoms in this place. This place is just plain raunchy bb fucking. I had soooo much cum getting spewed into my hole it was pushing back out. My ass cheeks were covered in cum from multiple guys .. so as each top fucked me and came .. their was lots of wet smacking sounds as more cum was getting pushed back out. My friend was watching me along with others while i was get fucked by one guy after the other. I'm into verbal and was very loud begging for poz loads to be shot up inside of me. Telling them I've got a cum lubed hole to fuck and giving them a load count. I can't wait to go back. This place would eat you alive. They don't really get young guys like you there so they would probably follow you everywhere and find a corner or one of the little mazes with glory holes and take turns raping your hole with those raw monster dicks and you definitely walk out of there well used and with lots of poz cum in your bowels. I was in pain with all the cocks pounding me one after the other.. but it was a good pain and I wished it wouldn't stop

Part 2: AIDs Bone – Wrecker – POZ – the boy’s begging for my load exposed something primal in me. A newfound need was exposed like the ragged edges of flesh from a scab pulled away too soon and the only way to soothe the sharp hurt was to take it out on his sorry faggy ass. I had already gaped the youngin and got $50 in my pocket for it, and now the beast in me demanded more to sate my hunger. Did the pretty boy beg for me to stop? Probably. Did the pretty boy beg for me not to fuck so hard? Definitely. Did the pretty get what he wanted? No, he got what he deserved – my Wreckin-AIDs-Bone. With a final grunt I blew another load into a wet, shredded hole in the ABS. The pretty boy was still gasping in pleasure, pain, and desire as he held out his hand full of goodies from his stuffed pockets and let me take what I desired. A crumpled $100 he got for sucking some old white dude probably, and a bus pass, and a few other things I knew I could trade, and I was driven to find my next victim. I tucked my slime covered dick away, brushed past the eager crowd waiting in the hall, and made my way out front. The skanky clerk was still ready his trashy magazine when I came out from the back. He looked at me and could tell I was a man needing to breed and before he could make an offer I laid out my terms, “I want to settle up. My tab is wiped clean and I get to come and go anytime I please. Give me one of those membership pass things. In return – (and for dramatic affect I unzipped my pants and hauled out my semi-hard, still ass slime covered black dick) – I got two more loads at least I got to bust. You can run, cry, whateva the fuck I don’t care, but my nutt is going in your ass – NOW!” OMFG the look on his skank face as his eyes bulged, he swallowed hard, his hands shook, and he glanced around to see if anyone else was in the ABS right then as he had that look of, “Did you just hear what I heard? Is that right?” – HA! I stepped up onto the little stage behind the counter that his stool was perched on, my man stink thick and dark like my dick, and casually set my now swollen meat on his forearm and asked, “So you in?” As I was waiting for his reply one of the coughing fits came on and I hacked a loogie right onto the floor at the foot of his stool and waited. A few hems, haws, and we had an agreement. I don’t like owing nobody nothing and tonight’s fuck would take care of my ABS debt and set me up for getting in and out anytime I wanted. I don’t trust folks no more and asked the clerk if the other folks that worked there would give me shit about the pass and he laughed and told me no, he was the fucking owner too – who knew? I didn’t want to go back into the booths, so while I waited for him to wrap up and hand off to the next clerk, I sat outside on the stoop next door and smoked and welcomed the heat. While I sweated like a bitch, it did seem to keep the cough at bay. A couple cigs later the owner came out of the ABS and tried to strike up a friendly chat, but this was business, so I waved him to step back and then followed several paces behind as he led me to his walk up a few blocks away. His apartment was not big or fancy and maybe had been nice in 1950. Guess owning an ABS is not the way to make bucks. He told me to make myself comfortable and when I asked for the john so I could take a piss he was on his knees in 2 seconds flat, mouth open, and well hell, I filled his gut with two kidney’s worth of rankness. I asked if he wanted me to wash up or anything and he told me no, he liked musky dudes, real men, hated cologne and deodorant and shit, and I was with him on that. Fucking faggys and pretty boys smelled like a flower mart. I lit up a cigarette, set my t-shirt on the back of the wood chair to give some cushion against the bones that jutted out of my spine when the ABS owner said, “You know, I might be able to set you up with some clients. Pass folks your way at the store if you’d work for me, nothing big, just a small cut of what you make.” I shook my head no, I was not looking for no pimp. He tried another tact, “OK, OK, well how about moving some product for me? Some of the guys do that for me. Little bits – nothing big mind you – don’t need the men in blue coming down on me – but just bits to keep folks happy.” I shook my head no again, stamped out the cigarette on the old plate he had set down for me to use as an ashtray, stood up, dropped my pants, and pointed to a spot in front of me. I let a few mouthfuls of tobacco spit slick the dried slime on my 10-inch black dick as the ABS owner scrambled for some lube, condoms, towels, and even set a cock ring on the table. What the fuck? Did I look like I needed that grandpa shit to keep hard? Two nutts down and my dick was brick and dripping. He bent over in front of me, his hands braced on a built in bookshelf that lined the wall that was full of little figurines, pictures, and granny nick-knacks. I lobbed some more tobacco spit onto my hand and jammed my finger in his crack. He cried out, stepped away, and that just pissed me off. All my anger, frustration, and fucked up shit came racing back up and I needed to let it out. “OH NO, PLEASE DON’T, NOT YET, LET ME GET USED TO IT!” the ABS owner cried out as I pushed him against the bookshelf and drove my dick into ass. He was pretty dry and I knew it would tear him up good and that made my dick start streaming some nasty cum. He continued blabbering, “NOT RAW – NO NOT RAW – I ONLY FUCK SAFE – YOU BEEN TESTED RIGHT? YOU NEG?” What the fuck ever. He owned a God damn adult video store where hustlers and street trade got down and busy, he was taking it raw no matter what. His body stiffened and went into shock as my 10 inches busted through his outer ring and drove through the second hole. “YOU JUST A FAGGY FOR THIS AIDSBONE DICK AIN’T YOU? THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT AIN’T IT? I TOLD YOU I WAS GOING TO WRECK THAT ASS, MAKE IT MY PUSSY, AND NUTT IT UP. WHAT YOU FUCKING THOUGHT I WAS FRONTIN? WE MADE A DEAL MAN, YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WAS GETTING, NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GIVE ME THAT NASTY, GRIMEY HOLE.” The first load went right up his shitter in 60-seconds flat. Had to give it to him, for an older dude his hole was tight – used to be – HA! Now it was gaping and open and I held him against the built in as I lifted my right leg up, braced it on one of the shelves, and started to stretching his ass and scraping him up. Funny where your mind goes sometimes, but as I stood there banging the living shit out of the skanky ABS owner I thought about what he asked. Had I been tested. No. Never. I realized I frankly didn’t care. Maybe I had AIDs, maybe I had some other shit, so what? I did know that thinking I was pozzing their faggy asses got me rockin, and splatters of pink, gaping and bruised ass lips, made my shit harder than it had ever been. Wreckin-AIDs-Bone. The capital W. A. B. – yeah fuckas that’s me. I had stretched that hole enough and was ready to drop some more toxic babies up his chute. I pulled the ABS owner away from the shelves, yanked my dick out of his torn up ass making him cry like the bitch that he was, pushed him down onto the floor, and dropped back up that hole. You ever seen one of those bratty kids in Walmart throw an all out temper tantrum in the middle of the aisle? Legs and arms flailing? Incoherent blabbering and crying? Yeah? That was him – HA! He might have been begging me to stop but I knew he wanted more of my nutt and more importantly, I needed a hole to bust in. The stains from that fuck may never come out of those old wood floors and seeing that made my dick swell right back up. Jesus fuck! I could tell his hole was done and broken. I had wrecked it and that shit was not snapping back anytime soon. What the hell – the third load would be a tip. I pushed my swollen black dick as deep as it would physically go and would have slid my balls in too if that hole had opened up. The ABS owner was drooling and whimpering from being stuffed so deep and I ground my hips around, side to side, back and forth, gauging his innards and getting him primed. I dropped my fill weight onto his back, knocking the air out of his lungs. As he lay there gasping I asked, “YOU READY FOR SOME MORE OF THIS AIDS BONE? YOU KNOW THAT PUSSY IS POZ NOW RIGHT. I KNOW IT HURTS AND TRUST – THIS IS A FUCK YOU WILL WANK THAT LITTLE SHIT DICK OFF THINKING ABOUT FOR YEARS TO COME. FEEL HOW DEEP I AM? WANT ME TO TAKE IT OUT? LIKE THIS? NO? YOU WANT THAT AIDS BONE BACK IN THERE HUH? SAY IT – TELL ME YOU WANT THAT PUSSY WRECKED. TELL ME YOU WANT MY AIDS NUTT. TELL ME YOU WANT ME TO BURY MY BONE DEEP IN YOUR BACK YARD!” A good 10 minutes later and I was done raping that ass. I stood up, looked at his pathetic ass laying there on the floor, and decide to leave another parting gift. The ABS owner never even flinched as the fist drops of hot piss dropped on his face and while he lay on his floor I covered him in more of my rank water and now he was marked on the outside as well as the inside. Time for me to roll. I got dressed, lit a cigarette, and even in his post-fuck stupor the ABS owner tried to get me to stay, snuggle, and hang and shit. I had to be real and let the man know that damn dude – you ain’t my homie and you ain’t my boo – you just some worthless piece of ass I just used the way a man does now step the fuck off! I hit the streets. The heat was still monster, but I still had business to take care of. I easily found someone to trade off the goodies I had snatched from the pretty boy for some cash and more cigarettes. My pockets were stuffed and flush and I didn’t quite know what to do about it. The rumbling and ache in my stomach said I should grab some grub to eat, but part of my mind said I should find someplace to crash, or buy some new clothes, or, or…. Christ too many fucking ‘ors’ so I went with first option and spent a few bucks on my first decent meal in a long fucking while. So here I am, JC, coolin on a corner in New York City (NYC) – my stomach rumbling again as that little something I snagged last night only went so far and my fist is tight and since I don’t know when my next funds will appear am taking it slow. My ass crack is sweating, my balls aching, my dick dripping, my chest is heavy from this fucking cough I cannot shake. In between bumming a few smokes, I ain’t been doing nothing all day except holding up this fucking wall, trying not to scratch the shit out of my face from my beard – damn need a shave – and twisting my hair into something half presentable. The sidewalks are busy as folks rush home from their jobs to their warm beds, families, hot meals, cool drinks and shit. Not me. I’m back by the ABS waiting. I tap my pocket, feel the ridge of the pass the ABS owner gave me before I fucked the life out of him last night. I ain’t seen him yet and fuck don’t even know exactly what time it is as my watch stopped working weeks ago, but figure he should be showing up soon along with the regular pretty boys, hustlers, dealers, and other low life that haunt the ABS waiting for their prey. Am I a lowlife now too? Yeah, and a thug, and an AIDS Bone cunt Wrecker, so embrace the dream fuckas! Folks had gotten tight fisted with the smokes, so I was now busting back into the pack I took off the youngin last night. The discarded butts around my feet testified to how long I had been hanging but I had this itch, this need, and while part of me said it was stupid, the other part of me knew the little faggy would be back. Dark shadows now enveloped the streets of NYC while only the tops of the tallest buildings still sparkled under the blazing sun. I heard some high-pitched giggles, a titter, a laugh, and turned and watched as the youngin and some other little white dude sashayed down the sidewalk. They stood out like a fucking neon bulls eye in this neighborhood and it was not until I yelled “YO!” as he started to pass me that the youngin from last night that begged for my AIDs bone stopped. His friend gasped, clamped a hand over his mouth, fluttered his lashes and sighed, “Is this him? How fucking delicious? You’re right. He is n.a.s.t. capital Y – nasty! OOOHHH.” Yeah that bitch boy needed to shut his mouth. The youngin slapped his friend on the shoulder and turned to me and said, “Hey – we…ummm. We got a room at a hotel up town. I told my friends I had special surprise for them and was hoping I would see you again. You interested in partying with us tonight?” I looked them up and down, my dick bulging in my pants as I thought about pozzing their white bread faggy asses. The youngin then quickly added as he patted his pocket, “I’m TOTALLY prepared.” I stepped forward, grabbed his queenie little friend by the arm, spun him around and he hit the wall hard. I leaned in, my cigarette and unbrushed teeth breath right in his face as I asked, “You looking for some raw thug dick too?” He blushed 50 shades of red and purple, wiggled out of my grip and squealed to his friend, “OH MY GOD he is PERFECT!” Yeah that little bitch was going to get slapped then fucked down. I leaned back against the wall as the two youngins chatted, giggled, and hopped back and forth as we waited for the car service they had called. No subway for them. No taxis either. Whatever. I smoked a couple more cigarettes, the car arrived, they climbed in and I followed and shut the door. My dick needed some attention so as we pulled away from the curb I unzipped my pants, plopped my hard dick out and said to the youngin from last night who was sitting beside me, “Lick my shit.” The two faggies gasped, tittered, said they could not because of the driver, but 30 seconds later his pink lips were sucking my shit down as his friend watched in awe. The fucking driver knew better than to comment and kept his eyes on the road. We rolled up to some fancy hotel, a man in a funny looking jacket opened the door, paused as he looked me up and down, and coolly said, “Shirts are required to enter the premises – SIR!” I dropped a thick loogie at his feet, pulled out a cigarette, lit up, then said, “Here Holmes, hold this will you while I put my shirt on.” The two faggies giggled and laughed, I slid my red t-shirt on, took my smoke back, and swaggered through the front door like I was the fucking king. When we got to the room – not a room a suite – there were three other little white youngins there. Smoking, drinking, partying, whatever. All eyes stared at me, mouths gaped, holes clenched, and I could smell the God damn bank! These little queens might be thinking that mommy and daddy’s money can let them dip their toe into the edge of my world, well I planned to drag them down into it and mark each every fucking one with my BBC and plant my toxic nutt deep – willingly or not. They sure the fuck were not going to call the cops – and say what? They paid some street dick to pump their pussies and it was too much? HA! The youngins all huddled together so I pulled the curtains back a little, slid the door back, and stepped out onto the small balcony. Fucking eh! The suite was located on the end of the building with a fucking awesome view of the city. The small balcony was private with no one in direct line of vision, but I planned to make sure whoever was above or below us knew what was going down. The youngin from last night stepped out, leaned against me, “Isn’t it marvelous?” he asked in his best imitation of Marilyn Monroe. My dick was primed and ready to go. I spun him around, ripped the button on his Ralph Lauren shorts, exposed his lilly white ass, and drove my dirty nails into his puckered hole to get it nice and primed. He squealed and squirmed but there was no place to run as I dry slammed my dick into his pink pussy. Yeah bitch fucker wanted my AIDs Bone? Wanted that cunt Wrecked? Well he needed to get bloodied up. He was gasping, I bottomed out then whispered in his ear, “You got something for me?” His right hand shook, then pointed down to his shorts. With my dick still buried in his ass, I bent forward, fumbled in the pocket, pulled out the wad of bills and flicked through them. Yeah fucking Christ this was going to be good. The youngin’s cries drew his friends like ducklings to their mother. “Let them hear what you want!” I ordered. He just grunted as I thrust deep so I slapped his head – hard. “I FUCKIN SAID LET THEM HEAR WHAT YOU WANT!” Another slap and he obeyed, loud enough for the folks on the street below to hear – ha! “I NEED YOUR AIDS MAN, GIVE ME YOUR AIDS BONE, FUCK IT – WRECK IT – POZ MY HOLE, MY PUSSY – PLEASE POZ MY PUSSY – MAKE IT DIRTY MAN – HURT IT OH YES PLEASE MISTER HURT IT – OUCH – OH STOP – NO DON’T STOP, DON’T, DEEPER, OH YES DEEPER – YOU GOING TO NUTT IN ME? FUCK ME? YOU GOING TO NUTT?” Damn, fucking yammering tweaked out youngin – but yeah, I was going to nutt and his little buddies were all watching in awe and wonder as I pozzed his ass up – again. My balls bounced several times in a row pumping my viral load into his now blown out ass. Yeah his ass was now a prime example of how size queens get made. I stepped back, my still hard dick dripping with cum, ass juice, and more from the brutal breeding of their friend and asked, “Who’s next?” One by one I mounted their white, tight little holes, and left every one of them full of thug babies and AIDS Bone nutt. I raped them, bred them, used them, and abused them all for my pleasure and trust – their fucking pleasure too. With each fuck my pockets got padded thicker and thicker and by the 5th youngin he was eager to slick my palms with five Franklins when he tasted my toxic drool still flowing from my monster BBC. I could also tell this was not his first time at the BBC bull rodeo and as I got close to filling his pussy with the hottest creampie in town he got into racial verbal talk too, which I also discovered I liked and let him know it. After he wiped his mouth from licking me clean – dick and balls – and ensuring that not a remnant of ass funk from him or his buddies was left on me, he leaned back on his knees and said, “You know. My daddies would dig you. They will be in from the Hamptons this week and if you don’t mind someone a little older I know they would LOVE LOVE LOVE to let you tie them up and fuck them like that. They’re into that freaky shit you know.” I had to laugh, little bitch had cum/ass juice stains on his face like he had been in a berry patch and my hot load dripping out of his gaping cunt he thought his daddies were freaky? I stroked my dick just to show him I had all he – and they – could take and more, and said, “Let me check my fucking calendar.”

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

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

Predators and prey Michael was a good boy. He was a good pupil and always listened to his parents. He helped old people in crossing the street and was involved in his church. And Michael believed in God. Still there was a dark secret hidden in this otherwise always friendly guy. Michael fantasized of being sexually dominated by men. His parents didn’t know he was gay. To the extent either of them thought about it, both his mother and father assumed he was shy with girls, but that eventually he would grow out of it. Neither ever considered Michael might be a dick-taking faggot. Now, at the age of 18, having received his driving license, Mike felt an overwhelming urge to get fucked. The urge grew from day to day. In his mind he was ripped open by one, two, three, sometimes even four guys. He wanted to serve them with his body. He instinctively knew his role was to be on the receiving end. Living in a small village, where everyone knew each other it was impossible for Mike to stare at the other boys. He was always keeping his little secret to himself and never gave anyone the opportunity to think otherwise of him. He was the cute Christian neighbor boy, who was saving himself for the right girl. “Mom?” “What is it” his mother yelled from the kitchen. “Can I borrow the car, please?” he asked politely. His mother came into the hall. It was almost 10:00 o’clock in the evening. "Why do you need the car at this hour," she asked. "I forgot a school book at a buddy's house and I need it for an upcoming exam," Michael explained. His mother trusted Michael in all of his action and although she was worried about him, driving in the dark he convinced her, that he needed the book urgently and would be back soon. Michael’s father died two year ago from cancer. Since then he was ‘the man’ in the house. His mother smiled to him and asked him to drive slowly and to be home soon. Michael took the keys from the table and told his mother he would return soon and that he might chat with his friend a bit. Michael never mentioned a name and his mother didn't think to ask which of Michael's friends. In any event off Michael went in his mother's car. Of course his destination was not a buddy's house, but rather a cruising lot where gays met to fuck each other. He read about the place on the internet. His destination was a parking lot which adjoined a nearby forest. As he drove into the parking lot, Michael thought "Now is the time to get some action." In the forum he read about the cruising area. It was well visited and people wrote about their sex encounters which made Mike always horny. He read about the option of being fucked bareback. Mike knew about condoms, but sex was never a subject at home. He knew condoms prevent a girl of becoming pregnant, but he was not a girl. Believe it or not, but Michael was unaware of the dangers of STD’s or HIV. This was just not part of his world and although he needed cock, he was also full of doubts, if the path he walked would lead him straight to hell. He had to drive quite some miles and in the back of his mind was hoping his mom didn’t check the mileage after all. Finally he arrived at his destination. It was almost 11:00 pm. There were several other cars parked in a big parking lot. Although the parking lot was officially a rest area, none of the cars were occupied with passengers. Mike was hard. He was wearing a tight blue jeans and a blue shirt with an imprint of his school, St. Barnabas. His heart was beating so fast. He thought it would burst inside of his chest. His jeans almost did anyway, showing a nice bulge, although Mike had not the biggest gun for sure. He opened the car door and exited the vehicle. He couldn’t see anyone although the moon was shining bright. Slowly he started walking towards the forest. He felt his ass tingle in excitement. Tonight he wanted to take cocks into his arse. He wouldn’t mind if some guys would use him and although he had dreams about the only one, he knew this was impossible for him. His was expected to get married one day and have a bunch of children. But he also had this needs and for tonight he would let guys be in charge of him and his young body. Michael entered the forest and suddenly saw a first couple engaged in sexual activities. He was so horny. This was the first time, he saw two guys actually doing something. One male was on his knees and was sucking a daddy type. The bearded hunk was around 40 and observed Michael instantly. Michael was actually looking shyly at the big cock of this dark haired top but was too afraid to stand still and start jerking or so. So he continued his way deeper into the darkness while the guy who had just focused on Mike pushed the sucker away and told him to fuck off. He had set his mind on this young twink, who was obviously the first time at such a place. Maybe he was a virgin. He closed his jeans and followed Michael. Other guys had also noticed the fresh meat and like predators they surrounded Michael eye-fucking the youngster. Michael was so excited. He had the feeling he wasn’t almost able to breathe. He passed some guys on his way through the woods. Deep voices reached out to him, enticing him with open invitations, such as “Hey there young one, need some hard dick?” And “What’s up, puppy? Looking for a daddy?” and again, “Hey boy, let me fuck your tight hole.” The sweet invitations to partake of debauchery of which Michael had only passing knowledge. He was too shy to reply, but he smiled cutely at all of them and was always looking at their big bulges and that was quite inviting for all of them. Another hunk actually stopped Michael by holding him by his shoulder and asked "Are you looking for some dick? We are all here to give it good to you. All you've gotta do is to spread your legs, you little cunt." Mike looked at the front of this guy's jeans. The buttons were open already and a thick cock was sticking out of his pants. Without a word the stud increased the pressure on Michael's shoulder and pressed him down onto his knees with the simple command "Suck." “I don’t know…how," Michael replied in a quiet, reserved whisper. “Are you a fucking virgin?” Mr. Big asked loudly. Michael nodded, in abject shame. “A fucking virgin,” Mr. Big replied with a coarse chuckle, adding “You know, you're gonna taste and feel many cocks tonight, little one.” With this pronouncement Mr. Big grabbed Michael's hair, pulling him down closer too his cock. “Just open your mouth and suck my dick. And take care of your teeth. Don’t scratch me with your fucking teeth” With that Michael was got his first taste of cock. He tried to look up to this macho fucker, but sucking for the first time, took much of his concentration and so he tried to take as much of the fuck meat into his mouth. The big guy pushed his dick further into Mikes throat and he choked on his cock. This was fucking great Michael thought. He hoped he would get used hard tonight. He wasn’t able to see, but 6 other guys were already jerking off. They had all heard the news, that this fucktoy was a virgin obviously. “Do you want to take dick up your cunt?” the guy above him asked. “Yes – please” Mike answered and blushed. “I just used my last condom bitch – you got some?” he asked loudly. “No – my mom would kill me, if she found condoms in my room”. "Your Mom?" the guy snickered. “You take it bare?” he asked loudly, so everyone nearby could hear the questioning. “Yes if course, that’s not a problem. I would love to take it raw. I will accept everyone” Michael replied and continued sucking dick. “Good boy. Very good boy. Let’s go. There is a shack nearby with a mattress inside. This is just the place we need to fuck you hard and give you some charged loads. Let’s go!” the male commanded. He dragged Michael by his arm and forced him to follow him through the woods. Michael now saw some other guys who were grinning at him wickedly. He felt like the star of the night. He knew everybody was wanting him and he was willing to accept every dick in his body. There was a glade in front of them and there he could see the booth. He was scared, but also excited. He wanted to be used. He needed cock. Tonight was the night he finally would experience what it meant to be a fagboy…

I hadn’t been the best brother in the world to my sister, Jane, since our parents had died three years earlier. My life was hectic and I travelled plenty which meant it was rare for us to actually be near each other long enough to meet up. I did talk to her by phone often especially after her divorce as she had struggled for a number of years with Ethan, her teenage son. When we eventually arranged to meet, it was over the coming weekend as I’d not seen her or Ethan since our parent’s funeral. I knew Ethan had just turned 18 but when I finally laid eyes on him I was really shocked. Not in a bad way, in a very, very good way. First I should say I’m 42, gay and had definitely been the black sheep of the family. I am also HIV+. My sister was four years younger than me and had married young and to her school sweet heart Jamie, who, after several years, turned out to be a right fucking cunt. They’d had one child, Ethan who it seemed had, in recent years, had been bullied by his Dad for some unstated reason, and his mother had had to keep the peace. I encouraged her to boot the bastard out, which she eventually found the courage to do. My life revolved around work but I was also constantly and insatiably hungry for cock. I didn’t mind where and who (so long as legal) and the more at once the better. I don’t know who had knocked me up but I’d been living with HIV for 10 years now. I had kept myself in shape since my teens and still had a reasonable six pack and good definition. I also kept my body smooth and luckily had yet to find a grey hair so I did look younger than my age. When I spoke with my sister, I invited her to stay with me in my London flat for a few days so we could catch up properly. When she arrived, I had a very pleasant surprise as she was accompanied by Ethan. The original plan was that he would stay with friends, but apparently his plans had changed, and truth be told, my eyes must have been out on stalks because Ethan had grown into a very good looking teenager. He had short blonde hair, a bit of a nice tan too. Blue eyes and perfect white teeth. His smile lit up his face which frankly, was absolutely beautiful. My ex-brother in-law was a cunt but he’d sired a very hot young stud. I embraced my sister and shook Ethan’s hand and welcomed them in. Considering I’d not seen them for so long it was like we’d not been apart. My sister was keen to chat but I had to admit I found it hard to stop staring at my nephew who besides being very eye catching had removed his jumper to reveal well defined arms which clearly belonged to a toned body. I knew it was wrong but my cock was semi hard and my mind playing out all sorts of scenarios. I don’t think I was imagining it either but I was getting a few glances from Ethan too. We sat in my large lounge with its views over the Thames, drinking wine. Jane had commented how her ex had maltreated her, when Ethan chimed-in with the blunt statement “He was also such a cunt to me." “But why?” I asked looking at both of them. I never liked Jamie at all to be honest but I never saw him as particularly evil and certainly not to his own son. Jane shifted a little not saying anything but Ethan looked me in the eye, answering “He found me making out with my boyfriend." I was a little taken aback, to be honest I had no idea Ethan was gay but I looked at my sister who just nodded back. I guess the family gay gene was alive and well. “So he’s a homophobe?” I asked “Too right he is, the wanker” Ethan replied with clear hatred for his father laced in every word. “Oh Ethan, he just didn’t know how to deal with it” Jane began but Ethan got angry and glaring at his mother, “And beating me with his fists was his way of dealing with it?” he retorted. “What?” I interjected angrily. “He didn’t mean to," Jane replied, glaring frantically at us. Ethan, however, interrupted with an emphatic “Mom, he did it to both of us. Stop making excuses for him.” Ethan was very agitated by now. I looked at them both as tears poured down my sisters cheeks and her son sat red faced and fuming. “Okay, guys, time out,” I said in my best management style. “I didn’t know all of this Jane. You should have said something,” I started. Jane, however, correctly reminded me “Why? You were never around for us after Mum and Dad died. You were off on business while I had to face it all on my own,” she managed between sobs. I couldn’t argue with her. She had a point but it had brought the afternoon down to a shitty low point. “Okay, well, look, let’s start anew. I’m here now,” I said smiling at both of them. We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening catching up, with the tone lifting considerably. I cooked them both a nice meal and by the time we were ready for bed their moods had been totally uplifted although, I couldn’t help notice the many times Ethan had touched my hand, arm, back and yep, even my ass. My flat only had two bedrooms so I let Jane stay in the guest room and I handed Ethan a blanket and pillow, pointing to the couch. “Trust me it’s comfy, I’ve slept on it loads” I said. He thanked me and took them and I left him to retire to my own room. It had been a long day but I still couldn’t get my sexy nephew out of my thoughts. I stripped, climbed into bed and turned on the TV,choosing to stream some hot twink/daddy porn in which a hot lad was taken roughly by a hard daddy type. I watched for perhaps half an hour, slowly wanking my rock hard dick when I heard a faint knock at the door. Turning off the TV, I rose out of bed, pulled-on my robe, and opened the door, honestly expecting to see my sister but there stood my nephew wearing nothing but his briefs. He was stunning. Teenage six pack and perfectly defined body which was completely hairless. “Uncle, can I talk to you?” he asked at the door looking at me pleadingly. I looked at him for a moment before realising what he’d said….”Well, errr yes, sure come in,” I replied. He came into my room and shut the door behind him. He walked over to the bed and sat down. I stood with my robe open and I could see he was checking out my defined muscle chest. “What do you want to talk about Ethan?” I asked also finding it hard to not look at his perfectly defined upper body and perfectly clear skin. “I err,” he began looking down at the floor, “I know you’re gay too” he started. “I haven’t been able to talk to anyone about being gay. Mum wouldn’t talk to me and Dad would just shout at me,” he continued. I watched him with a mixture of utter lust as well as feeling terribly sorry for him. “Can I talk to you about my feelings?” he asked finally looking up at me. I smiled back at him and came and sat down next him on the bed, put my hand on his. “Of course Ethan. Anything you want," I replied in as even a tone as I could manage. He looked into my eyes and smiled back at me. “Is it true you are HIV positive?” he asked. I hesitated momentarily before answering, “Yes.” He looked at me for a long time before speaking again. “Will you breed me?” he asked. I was totally shocked to be honest although I was also excited too. “Ethan you’re young. You don’t want HIV…. not to mention I’m your Uncle. What the hell would your mother…. my sister say?” I blurted back. He stared intently at me, seemingly not at all embarrassed. His right hand moved and rested on my leg. My rock hard cock actually twitched. “Uncle, I like older men and I only like to fuck raw. I know I'll eventually convert, but I'd rather get it from a man I like and trust, and who I think is hot,” he explained. I didn’t reply straight away either. I stared back into his eyes and my lust was beginning to overpower my shock. My extremely sexy nephew wanted me to breed his cunt with my seed. The irony being I was actually having a few problems staying undetectable at the moment so my seed was pretty deadly right now. “Ethan you’re extremely hot, I can’t deny it but you’re asking me to infect my flesh and blood,” I finally replied. A smile broke out in Ethan’s young beautiful face. He leaned slowly forward to me until our faces were millimeters apart and moments later we were kissing passionately. I couldn’t help myself. He was exactly the sort of twink I’d happily fucked and infected in the past, but this time a family member wanted my deadly seed. I wrapped my hands around his body and pulled him to me and within minutes had one hand down his briefs and feeling his quite thick and substantially rock hard cock. He may have been 18 but he seemed very experienced and forward. I guess no different to how I was at his age. Eventually we broke off the kiss and I pulled my robe off so he could see me naked. He stood and dropped his briefs to let his thick eight inches swing free. He was stunning. I knew I would be ploughing him for hours to come. Luckily I’d had my bedroom sound proofed as, having had many a naked slut tied to my bed, screaming while I’d inflicted my particular blend of depravity on him, I decided discretion was prudent, so I had spent quite a bit of money to ensure the outside world was unaware of my play time. So, I knew I could fuck Ethan without his mother hearing anything but still the electricity between us was unlike anything I’d ever experienced: I would convert my nephew and what was more, he wanted it. I pulled him back on to me and our naked bodies wrapped around each other as I reached down to probe his smooth asshole. Ethan was happy to be led by me and clearly was the subservient type which suited me perfectly as our tongues once more probed each other’s mouth. I forcefully pulled him up and fully devoured his cock as he groaned to my touch. I sucked him for no more than five minutes before he began to groan, cumming hard into my mouth. I swallowed every drop of his load. As I expected, his cum was delicious and plentiful. I smiled, devouring my nephew’s first load. Young pups cum quickly but often which pleased me. I forced him round and he fell down on my cock as we now 69’d. He devoured me rather expertly for a teenager and I rimmed his smooth mancunt getting my tongue deep inside his lovely hole, followed by a finger or three. He moaned as I invaded him for the first time and his expert ministrations blowing my cock was getting me so horny. The need to pump a load into his negative hole was paramount. After ten minutes I pulled him forcefully round and we kissed hard again as he straddled me. My cock erect and now against his ass cheeks. Pushing him off me finally, “You want my toxic load Ethan?” I growled staring into his eyes. He didn’t even pause, “Yes Uncle, breed me. I want you,” he whispered back. I didn’t need asking twice and with his help my cock was now at his hole and Ethan began to push back against my cock. He was well lubed by my saliva and my cock easily began to slide into him. He began to inhale hard and groan as my thick member stretched him wide. He rode my cock like a pro. Clearly he knew how to bottom. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as we fucked. I thrust up to meet him as he rode down on me. His body was absolutely stunning and involuntarily I reached up to twist his nipples which, of course, only made him fuck me harder. He was making a lot of noise as we fucked and even though my room was sound proofed I pulled him down to kiss him and silence him. My dark desires were starting to come out and I gripped his throat and squeezed hard. Some guys panic a little and find it too much but Ethan seemed to like being fucked hard and never once stopped me from throttling him as I fucked his ass. The more he moaned the more I squeezed his throat until he couldn’t breathe and he seemed to love every minute of it. I pulled him down on to the bed, positioning him on this back, and fucked him missionary. His eyes were fixated on mine, connecting at a primal level. He was delicious and the thought of converting him with my positive seed excited me far more than some anonymous fuck I would have otherwise met at a bar. “Breed me, Uncle,” he kept moaning as I rammed his cunt. I could feel my seed beginning to boil and very soon I knew I was close. “Do you want my seed you dirty little cunt” I growled as I felt my orgasm building. “Yes sir” he replied staring up at me. I was close but I felt Ethan actually clamp down on my cock as my cum exploded inside his negative cunt. Groaning loudly I pumped my deadly load inside him as Ethan pulled me down kissing hard, my cock twitching as it continued to pump seed in him. “Oh fuck” I moaned, the realisation that I’d just dumped a high viral load of cum inside my kin suddenly dawned on me. My nephew seemed almost joyous though and while we kissed all he could do was grin, “Thank you Uncle” he moaned. The damage was now done and I began to relax and felt it my duty to make sure he converted with someone he knew. We kissed for many minutes and even though I’d cum my cock remained hard and still inside my nephew. “Have you taken positive loads before?” I asked eventually breaking the kiss. “Yes, I’ve been cruising since I was 15 and I know I’ve taken undetectable loads before, but I know you are poisonous at this moment,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “And how do you know that?” I asked a little taken aback. “You told me on BareBackRT last week,” replying with a big grin. It suddenly dawned on me what he was talking about. I regularly hook up with guys on BBRT and just recently I’d been talking to a guy without a profile picture who said he was chasing and I told him how I loved to breed guys with or without their knowledge. I’d also said I had an infectious viral load right now, “You are Chaserboy?” I asked starring into my sexy nephew’s eyes. “Yes. You’re not mad are you?” he replied looking a little afraid. I paused a moment then a grin split my face and I forced my tongue back into his mouth. “No Ethan. I’m glad I could help you out,” I finally replied. We spent the next couple of hours fucking several more times. I also spent some time scratching his asshole, with the intent of ensuring he converted. After pumping my third load inside him with Ethan riding on top of me like some wild banshee, he collapsed on top of me, our bodies sweating profusely, breathing hard. I looked over at the clock. It was nearly 5:00 AM. “Listen Ethan you’d better go back to the lounge to get some sleep,just in case your mother gets up and finds you missing,” I suggested, staring at my sex crazed nephew. This had been a fucking awesome visit and I suspected I’d be using his body as my sex toy plenty more yet. I particularly wanted to explore his tolerance to pain. To be continued……..

Ended up deciding to cut out all the bs and paid to have a hottie come over. And oh, what a hottie. 28, blond white twink, like 5% body fat if that. Looked like a dancer. Also super sweet. A total find. We partied a lil bit and he fucked me for quite a while, in the middle of which I decided should be an overnight. He had a nice 7" uncut dick with decent thickness and a never-ending ability to get hard. He fucked me raw in a lot of positions. Most fun was me on my stomach, him turned opposite of what he should be - head to feet. This had the always awesome effect of prodding my prostate just enough to make me leak like a faucet the whole time. Eventually we decided to find another top. After some false starts, eventually his bf decided he wanted to join. Slim surfer-looking brown haired guy. Twink body. Nice cut 7" thick dick. Once everyone was here the real fun started. My boy fucked the living daylights out of me. His uncut cock feeling flawless inside me. His bf tag teamed me for 10-15 minutes. Then we decided to have them dp me. Took a bit of doing, but man, the feeling of them both making it past the sphincter and into you at the same time never gets old. They managed to even fuck me pretty hard with both in me, which is rare. After switching places over and over for what felt like an hour or two, so I barely even knew through the poppers haze who was in me when, or when it was two cocks and when it was one and a dildo, the original boy resumed fucking me hard. He shot a huuuge load in my well stretched hole. After 5 minutes, he did it again, then fell asleep on top of me, his softening cock still inside me for a full hour. Boyfriend was a little too sleepy to add to the two, unfortunately. Very satisfying night.

Native sf mexican aggressive top poppers ok?

Please don't wait another 2 months

One of my favorite fuckbuds, Kurt, lives out of town but has an adult daughter he visits who lives just a few minutes walk from my house. Because he doesn't like her to know that he's a sex pig, he often texts me during the day and I leave work early to get plowed by him. Well today was our lucky day. I had no meetings so I said I'd be home and ready for his load at 4:30 pm. Shortly thereafter, he arrived and we got straight down to it. He loves to play with my tits while I suck him. I've learned that it drives him crazy when I lick under his balls and eat his ass out. He's normally not that loud when we are playing, but my tongue was hitting the right spots today. When he couldn't take it anymore, he said "I need to fuck you". I got on all fours, poppered up, and offered him my big round bubble ass. His cock is not that long but it's thick. It wasn't long before my ass was wide open. I told him and he knows that means he can pound my hole mercilessly. I started moaning and throwing my ass back to him all while using my ass muscles to grip and release his cock. It wasn't too long before he started grunting and the pace of his thrusting quickened. Kurt never pulls out. After he had pumped me full, I resumed milking his cock with my ass muscles to make sure I had gotten every drop. After he washed up, I told him, "you have the perfect cock". You should have seen how wide he smiled. We hugged goodbye. I'm laying across my bed now. The workday is over and I've got a nice creamy load resting in my manpussy. I'll sleep good tonight. My friends call me a hoe to my face, and while I do have ho-ish tendencies, I send men home with a smile on their faces.

I would go for it. I made the decision to chase after my group of friends all converted.

Do like an 18-year-old would do: End it with an sms.

I ran into a 58 year old married guy at the gym's sauna whom I've played with a few times in the past. Mostly handjobs or oral, but I've also bred him a couple of times. Each time it was standing quickies with him against the wall - no kissing. I've invited him to my place before but always turned me down because of fear his car might get spotted in a strange driveway. This evening as I was relaxing in the sauna he came in, settled next to me and pressed his knee against mine and I pressed back. Before anything else happened he told me his wife was away and asked if I wanted to come over. Of course I did, so we both took a quick shower and dressed, and then I followed him home. Once we were inside he took me to his and his wife's bedroom. He asked me to wait a minute and went into the bathroom and closed the door. A few moments later he came back out and to my surprise, wearing what I assumed was his wife's short, silky nightie and a pair of matching lacy panties. He then came up to me, wrapped his arms around my neck, and for the first time ever he kissed me. After we made out for a bit before I stripped and we climbed into his marital bed where we made out some more. After awhile I turned him on his stomach, moved aside his panties, spread his cheeks and began to rim him. Before long he was groaning and grabbing the sheets. After his hole was wet and slippery I rolled him onto his back, striped him of the pantie and put his legs on my shoulders. All he had for lube was Vaseline which felt so good when I slipped my cock into his hungry hole. He then surprised me again when he said, "Make love to me. Please, make love to me." So I fucked him slow and easy at first, but eventually I picked up speed and began slamming into his ass hard while he jacked off. Before long I shot a big load up his ass as he let go of his own. We spooned for awhile until we were both ready for a second round. This time I took him doggie style and without much mercy. After I shot my second load we both collapsed and dozed off for a couple of hours. When we woke us, him still in his nightie, we fucked with him on top. After that I got dressed and left.

Damn, has it really been two months since I updated you all on Joey? Well as an apology, I've just finished writing Part 6. Hope you like it, it's a bit different. Part 6 After over an hour of non-stop breeding the guys finally finished. The man who took control looked down at me and said, “Good job Joey, you’re a really good cum dump. Sad that you’re not enjoying it, but who the fuck really cares as long as you keep spreading your pussy for us.” I looked over at Brad and see tears streaming down his face, cum drops on his lip. I smile at his broken spirit. I look back at the leader and ask, “Can I go now, Sir?” He smiles, a wickedly evil smile. “Not yet Joey, I don’t think you’re done yet.” I let out a whimper and start, “Please Sir, my…” He cuts me off with, “Quiet your mouth Joey. You leave when you’re done, no sooner.” I hang my head and say, “Yes, Sir.” Sir #2 turns to Brad and chuckles, asking, “How are you doing Brad? Did you enjoy sucking all those dirty cum covered cocks?” Brad whimpered a negative response. “Oh, that’s too bad. I guess I had you misread. I thought you were a little scared fag hiding yourself.” Brad muttered, in a voice that sounded like it was in pure pain, “Fuck you, I’m not a fag”; I knew immediately he was in for a world of hurting. And it came quickly. Brad’s head whipped to the left after he got back handed across the right cheek; even I felt a little sorry after hearing the smack. His head whipped back to the right following a back hand to the left and he was then pulled to his feet. “You know punk, I was close to letting you go, until you went and mouthed off to me. Now I think we’re going to teach you your next lesson. You’re not ready to be a man yet. You see Joey there, he’s a man. He’s below real men and his only role is to spread his boi pussy and take cum from real men, but he’s still a man.” Brad looked at me as this was being said and I just stared through him. “You Brad, you’re below even little Joey there. In fact, right now, you’re going to learn how far below Joey you are. Strip!!!” Brad looked back at Sir #2 and said, “Please, don’t do this to me.” “Strip, NOW. Or the slaps are the least pain you’ll get.” More tears, but Brad slowly stripped down to his underwear. Sir glared at him, until he got the message and the underwear came off. “Get on your knees, punk.” Brad dropped down next to me. “Now, if we look at the order of men in this room right now, there are three types. There’s the Alpha, me, who sets rules and fucks little bitches like you. Then there’s the Beta male, that’s you Joey. The beta is below all Alphas and exists to serve Alpha’s in different ways. Then there’s you Brad. There’s no word yet to describe you, other than “Bitch”. You, as a bitch, are below even Joey and would be submissive to him if he were man enough to dictate it.” I looked at Sir #2, a confused look on my face. He continued, “Now bitch, you also are so low, you lose the privilege of being named. To teach you your real value, you are going to clean Joey off. In the same way you cleaned the Alphas.” Brad, no, bitch’s eyes went wide and his face looked as if he was gonna throw up. “No, please, not that.” I looked from Sir #2 to Brad, bitch, and back to Sir. “Sir, what do you mean he’s gonna do?” Without moving his eyes from the trembling bitch, he said, “He’s going to clean your ass, with his mouth and tongue, of all the cum you swallowed in there. I’m thinking that between what’s in you, sliming your cheeks and what’s fallen on the floor, which he’ll also be cleaning, you’ve probably got a pint or two of cum in you.” “Sir, he doesn’t have to do that, he…” I stopped as Sir’s eyes snapped to me and I saw the rage flaring up within them. “Don’t you ever contradict me boy. I may not own you, but I will punish you. And I know the truth about you, so I will punish you hard enough that you’ll remember it for days.” I squeaked, “I am sorry Sir.” I looked at the bitch, still kneeling in front of us, naked. My heart broke, a little, for what he’d be going through. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought he deserved it. “Now bitch, you either get your face between Joey’s ass in the next 3 seconds or your first lesson in pain begins.” I continued to watch Brad’s face as he contemplated his options. It seemed as if he was going to risk a beating, but at the last second he began shuffle crawling behind me. “I told you three seconds bitch,” just before a loud smack shattered through the tile walls. Brad screamed in pain as the belt slashed across his back, leaving the start of a large red welt. “Two seconds, or another one,” Sir said. Brad moved faster and I felt his face on my ass. SMACK, the belt came down again, forcing his face into my ass. “If I have to tell you a third time, I aim for your balls. And yours are an easy target for me bitch.” Soon I felt his nose on my cunt and his face motionless between my ass. “Joey, help the bitch out and reach back and spread your ass for him.” I reached back and did as ordered, baring my asshole, my pussy, to this bitch. “Tell him what to do Joey. Enjoy your time as the one in charge. It may never come again.” I didn’t know what to say or do at first, but a voice in my head gave me some ideas. “Eat my ass bitch. Stick your tongue in my hole and start digging.” I heard a loud whimper and felt a tongue on my hole for the first time. I reached back and smacked his head, “Don’t just touch it, dig in.” To help him out, I pushed my hole out and pushed his head forward at the same time. “Oh god, that feels so good.” I felt the contrasting feeling of his tongue sliding in and a wave of cum sliding out at the same time. “Oh god, there’s a load for you, swallow it bitch.” For the next several minutes the bitch ate my hole, licked my crack and even licked the tile floor of dropped cum. All the while, Sir stood above us and smiled. Occasionally, I saw a look on his face of pure evil and could only wonder what he was planning. Finally, my ass was as empty as it was going to be. Sir simply said, “Stop, bitch.” This time I was the one who whimpered as the tongue pulled away. Sir chuckled. “Get up Joey, I have two final treats for you.” It took a couple of minutes for my body to adjust to movement again and soon I was standing next to Sir. He handed me a slip of paper with the number 11 on it, “You know what this is boy?” I said, “Yes. Does this include the two guys before you?” He shook his head, “No, just me and my crew. And it also does not include you swallowing bitch’s load.” I looked down at him and he was curled into the fetal position. I looked back at Sir and asked if I could ask a question. He nodded. “What’s next for him?” Sir looked at me, “You know Joey, I have no clue right now. I know his path is going to be different from yours, as you follow into the Brotherhood. He’s not going there, but he will be becoming a cumdump in is own time.” I looked at him, “What do you mean the Brotherhood? What is that?” Sir looked at me and said, “You really don’t remember do you? What happened to you last night? Before your party at the rest stop?” My anger flared up and I started to say something before Sir touched my lips with a finger and sending a burning feeling through me. “Don’t say anything I’ll need to punish you for.” I looked in his eyes and a clear memory popped into my head, causing me to lose my balance and fall into Sir. “Was, was he real?” and tears rolled down my face. I felt so humiliated as Sir laid a hand on my ass and stuck a finger in me. “Yes, Joey. He was very real and he selected you for us, his willowing followers, to use.” “Are you ready for your treat?” I looked at him and nodded. He turned me around and told me, “Tell the bitch to sit up.” I willed my self to give an order, but it came out as “Sit up Brad.” “It doesn’t have a name Joey. It’s a bitch, remember that.” “Get on your fucking knees you stupid bitch.” “Much better.” The bitch moaned and whimpered and started moving. “Joey?,” Sir held out the belt. I took it and wailed on the bitch until he got up. Sir finally grabbed my wrist and had to order me twice to stop. “That’s enough Joey, you don’t want to hurt him too bad.” I looked back at Sir and said, “Yes I do.” He glared at me and simply took the belt from me. The bitch looked at me with tears streaking down through the cum that was drying on his face. His eyes were flashing between fear, pain and a look of desolate despair. I muttered, “I’m sorry.” Sir looked at me, “don’t apologize.” Sir said, “Your treat?” I looked at him and nodded my head. “Open your mouth bitch,” Sir ordered, while staring at me. I looked out the side of my eyes and saw his mouth open. Sir looked at me, “Do you need to piss?” As soon as he said, I felt the pressure in my bladder. “Piss on him. Piss in his mouth. No drinking yet; just humiliate him.” I took hold of my cock and aimed at his face. The look in his eyes went from fear to a terrifying look of despair. The piss started as a trickle, but soon the stream was arcing out to his chest. I raised it to his mouth, remembering coach pissing in me and making me swallow. The two guys earlier making me lick a urinal that was a few feet away. “You’re lucky bitch. I had to drink my first time.” I pissed in his nostrils and finished with a couple shots to his eyes. I flicked the last drops and turned to Sir and simply thanked him and he nodded in response. “Your other treat is his clothes. They look about your size. Get dressed and get out of here.” Bitch watched me dressing in his clothes and I reached in to grab his wallet and keys, which I handed to Sir. He opened the wallet and handed me the cash, less then $20 and kept the rest. I walked out the restroom hearing the words, “Put those shorts on bitch, we’re far from done.”

FT. LAUDERDALE - Was at a club and my little fuck buddy friend is all bottom and wanted me to fuck him in a side room. I agreed but asked if my little 18 year old twink could watch. The bottom said "Sure" and we slipped off to a private area. The bottom was so horny taking my cock and the twink watching me fuck him was hard as a rock. The bottom said he wanted to be DP'd. So we both slid up in him and fucked him for a few minutes like that. It's not the easiest thing in the world, especially when in a public area! We ended up taking turns on the bottom but he would wear out and had to quit. I asked the 18 year old to fuck me and bent over doggie style. Next thing I know, he's inside of me and is blowing a load within 2 minutes! Slept with it inside me all night

Mutschmanns in Schoneberg is a good fetish place. TOMS depending on the night, actually along that street there are some good places. The Bull is a real sleazy 24/7 cruising bar with dark rooms, five minute walk from TOMS. I was in Berlin recently(2nd time) and went to an event called Revolver in the KItkat club, incredible music, dark room area, mix of party goers and fetishists, had to be seen to be believed. Check the kitkat club's website to see what's on and the dresscode. The one thing I would suggest you do, is go to TOMS sit at the bar and make conversation and ask. That's how I got word of some incredibly memorable events and met nice people to go with. Hope this helps, have a great time. I'm very jealous.

The heat in the old, beat up taxi hit me like a hammer, as did the smell of smoke, sweat, and man funk. The back seat sunk a bit as I climbed in and the front seat was pushed so far back I had to struggle to get my feet inside. The taxi was filthy. The front seat was covered with a ton of papers and there was trash on the floor in back. Damn! It was 4:30 a.m., and I had been waiting for a taxi for almost 40 minutes and was already pissed off as I was having to head home after a weekend full of bare dick and lots of cum. I was also a little wet as the weather had turned cold, and there was a light mist coming down. It had been a while since I had seen Derrick the first time as told in the story “Fun at the seedy motel.” (https://breeding.zone/topic/36021-fun-at-the-seedy-motel/?hl=seedy) Derrick was back in town and staying at the same seedy motel off New York Avenue and he had just spent the weekend sharing my ass with several other big, raw dicks. That’s a story for later, for now, as the driver put the taxi in gear and headed out of the parking lot, I could only regret that I had to leave and get back home to get ready for work. As the street lights showed through the car windows, and the cum in my ass continued to work itself into the lining of my guts, my thoughts were interrupted when the taxi driver asked, “Do you mind if I smoke?” “I don’t care, go ahead,” I said as I took notice of the driver. He was about 40, jet-black hair, looked like he may be Indian, or Pakistani, nice beard, and a thick accent. Smoke filled the cab as he exhaled and asked, “You been partying tonight? Going home now? You know that motel is a pretty bad place?” I was in no mood for playing 21 questions and abruptly replied, “Yeah, I know it’s bad, that’s why I was there. I was there partying and taking as much raw dick and as I could find and now I have to head home, but am still horny as fuck!” The taxi driver looked in the rearview mirror at me and did not reply, and I just stared out the window feeling frustrated. I was not really paying attention when the taxi stopped at a corner, turned, and then immediately went through a chain linked fence gate into a large parking lot. I sat up, wondering where we were and said, “Hey man, is this a short cut or something?” The driver did not answer as we drove past a bunch of commuter buses, a line of decommissioned taxis and some other vehicles. He turned left and stopped at the end of a row of buses and turned the car off. The driver opened his door, got out, then opened the driver’s side back seat door and climbed in back of the taxi with me, immediately unzipping his pants, pulling them down his hips a little bit and said, “Come on, suck me.” Awesome! I was so dick hungry and wasted no time as I gobbled his long, uncut dick up and started sucking him good. His dick was nice and meaty, fucking long foreskin, and really hairy with tufts of fur coming half way up the shaft. I had to keep stopping and pulling hair out of my teeth and after a couple of half-hearted efforts to do so, mentally said fuck it, and just focused on sucking him. The taxi driver leaned back, placed his right hand on the back of my head and began bucking his hips to feed me his dick. I massaged his big hairy balls, which were now pulled up tight and I knew he was getting ready to cum. I wanted his cum in my ass, but any load was better than none, so I opened wide and swallowed his nutt deep. He moaned loudly as I milked his dick, forcing his balls to give me more. The chunky load tasted like wild game meat – strong, intense, with a wild gamey flavor! When I was satisfied he was done cumming, I started to pull off his dick, but he pushed my head back down and said, “No, get me hard. I can go again.” No problem there. I made myself a little more comfortable and got back to work, enjoying the taxi driver’s raw dick. As I swirled the remnants of his load in my mouth and used it to spit up his dick. By now the windows of the taxi were totally fogged up, but I was not concerned at all about being caught. The place seemed quiet and truth be told, neither of us apparently cared. Certainly all I could think about was getting more dick, and presumably the driver just wanted to blow another load. In a few minutes he was fully hard again and I focused on working my tongue around his dick head, which seemed really sensitive. As I was flicking my tongue in his piss slit, he pushed my head away, hiked up his pants and said, “Come on.” I crawled out of the back seat of the taxi, closed the door, and followed the driver around the front of the car and down to the side of the last bus in the row. He stepped between the bus and chain linked fence, had me step around him, and then he pulled open the bus door, which was already slightly ajar. By the time I got into the bus, the driver was already dropping his pants and his big uncut dick was ready and waiting – stiff as a fucking board. I went to get on my knees when the taxi driver ordered, “No.” I stopped, not sure what he wanted or meant, but took a chance, dropped my pants, and presented him ass. My white ass shown like the full moon in the pale light inside the bus, and I put my hands on the back of the seats on either side of the aisle and bent over as far as I could. “DO YOU STILL HAVE CUM UP THERE?” THE TAXI DRIVER ASKED, “TELL ME HOW THE GUYS FUCKED YOU. TELL ME HOW YOU WERE BAD. TELL ME ABOUT THE CUM THE GUYS BLEW IN YOUR ASS.” “I have so much cum in my ass,” I told him, “They fucked me over and over just to lube me up for you. All big, black, super long dicks. Want to feel their black cum? Want to fuck me? Want to shoot your cum up there too?” The taxi driver answered by pulling my cheeks apart and rubbing his dick head around my wet hole. He reached down and I turned and saw him fishing around in his pants pocket as he pulled out a condom and stood up and began tearing it open. “No man,” I said, “No condom, just fuck me raw. I want to feel you push the cum deeper and then I want yours too. PLEASE. Then I will suck you again. I promise. I will lick you clean.” The driver still hesitated, so I enticed him, saying “Think how good it will feel to just fuck my ass. I bet it has been a long time since you felt a nice hot hole milk your dick, hasn’t it? Just try it. Stick it in and if you don’t like then we can stop and you can put that on.” I bent back over, pulled my cheeks apart, and waited as the taxi driver thought about what I said. What was he thinking about? His wife? The risk? I didn’t care. I just wanted it bareback and started moving my ass around a bit as my hunger heated up. I reached back, found his still raw dick. He did not stop me. I aligned his now very hard dick with my wet hole. Still he didn't stop me. Moving my my hand aside, I backed up on to his raw dick. I distinctly heard his cock head pop into my wet ass. Nope. He did not stop me. Now I began to work my hole and ride his dick. The taxi driver grabbed the seats as I rode his dick bareback. His moaning and groaning told me he would not be stopping until he shot his load in me, so I focused on flexing my hole and giving him some ass to remember. I thought he would last a while since I had swallowed a huge load already, but he didn’t, and soon his breathing and moaning picked up its pace. “GIVE ME YOUR CUM, THAT’S IT, THAT’S IT, ADD YOUR LOAD TO MY ASS, COME ON, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME!” The driver tensed and without saying a word his dick swelled and he gave me a hot sticky load up my ass. I flexed my ass and rode him, making his breaths came out in little bursts of air. I pulled my dripping ass off his dick, knelt down, and took his whole dick in my mouth to lick him clean. He was still grabbing the back of the bus seats when I finished and stood up. The taxi driver let out a big sigh, and I smiled and said, “See, I told you that you would enjoy that.” We climbed out of the bus and got back in the taxi. The driver lit up a cigarette and was enjoying the afterglow, but I was still horned up and asked, “Can you fuck again? I want some more man.” He laughed, shook his head no, but a minute later put his cigarette out, dialed his phone, and started speaking to someone in a language I did not know. The driver hung up, lit another cigarette, and by now I was just getting aggravated and wanted to go home. I was about to try to entice him for another round when the taxi driver interrupted me, asking “Do you want some more fucking?” Of course I did. I had told him as much, answering “Yeah man, I love being fucked and taking cum and would love some more.” He nodded, hit his cigarette some more, and when he was about half way through the inside of the taxi was lit up as a set of headlights that started coming towards us down the parking lot aisle. The taxi driver looked in his rear view mirror, got out, and when the other car stopped he walked around to the driver’s side. The other car was a taxi too and as they were talking a third taxi pulled up behind the second one and a guy got out to join the two drivers. I was not sure what was going on but soon my taxi driver came back, opened the back door and said, “My friends, they want to have fun too, “and then in a lower voice, “They want to cum too, no condom. I told them you would ask them wear one, but they should pretend to, and then when you bend over to do it without. OK?” I smiled wide and said, “FUCK YEAH! I can play that.” I climbed back into the bus, pulled my pants off, and bent over. My ass was nice and wet and was about to get some more raw, anonymous dick from a couple of horny taxi drivers and if I was lucky maybe I would get a gut full of piss to op my tank off. Looked like my weekend was going to end pretty well after all and the taxi driver better not charge me a fare when he drops me off at home, although I think I will give him a nice tip.

It was a typical Friday night. I was online looking for more cum for my eternally hungry hole when I came across a guy I never saw before who was looking to unload in a hole. He told me right off that he was poz. I told him "Cum on over and let's fuck!" So he rode to my place on his Harley, wearing shorts and no shirt. He was all tatt'd up and looked ready to fuck for hours! We got inside, he removed what little clothing he was wearing, and we went through the usual routine of kissing, sucking, and licking. Eventually I sucked his cock hard, and when it was sopping wet, he slid deep into my hungry cunt. It didn't take him long to tense up and unload his nice toxic load deep inside me. It felt so good I didn't want him to pull out! As we lay there with his cock still inside me, he told me he was married and had he just found out he was poz. NICE! So I got a high viral load in my ass! I asked if he had told his wife. He said he had, but as she didn't know he fucked around with guys, he told her it was from a dirty needle. I began moving my ass back and forth on his cock, which was still embedded in my ass. Sure enough, he got hard again and fucked me for a good 30 minutes before blowing some more freshly poz'd seed in my pussy. As he was leaving I said "I hope to see you again." He replied "You can bet on it." Since that first occasion he has blown five of his loads into my ass - and that's only been since Friday.

I thought turning 50 a couple of years ago would be a bit of a death knell to my sex life, but it has been anything but. It still surprises me at times how many young guys want to fuck or be fucked by a daddy type.

I have been fucked n loaded by many dads n sum of them was friends dads sum times the sons knew n joined in but usually it was our secret haha ! I used to get fucked by a really hot dad in his late 40s n I was flip fuckin with his son who was the same age as me they didnt know about each other until one day the dad walked in on me balls deep up his son ! We both froze but the dad asked if he could join in we said fuck yeah n he drove his cock balls deep up me hole that was full of his sons cum n after about 10 minutes of poundin me he added his load to his sons n we went on from there ! All 3 of us had regular hookups after that

I don't mind small cocks. All I need is for them to cum inside me.

I've got a "raw dawg"... looks like a dog cock with a knot, but it's hollow and fuckable. I guess it's not unlike the "hump gear" bear bandit mentioned. The knot holds it in place in your ass, it's thick, so it doesn't strike me as permeable. It's kind of cool getting fucked with it, especially with the knot, instead of feeling friction you feel pressure/fullness. I tried jacking off with it and was not impressed, I guess it's similar to a "flesh jack" (but do not know because I've never used one). The friction is not comparable to skin to me, so I'd be disappointed if I were the top fucking a bottom with one in. Then there's the lack of cum. As rawTOP notes, this is a bareback site. For me it's not even half a fuck if I don't get cum. I've only used mine once and that was with a friend who only does safe.

Took several dozen loads over a lifetime, still neg. Tops said they were neg so either they were truly neg, low viral load, or I still haven't caught it. Most times it was one on one but I've been in a few threesomes, bath houses, and one Cum Union. Not looking to convert (yet?) but I have a latex allergy, plus skin to skin feels a billion times better. I literally feel high when a nice large dick unloads deep in me.

CHAPTER 5: Cody: “FUCK ME… FUCK ME… FUCK ME….” “Roll over … roll over.” He rolled-over on the bed and I grabbed his legs, “Move down a bit … that’s it,” quickly sliding back inside him. I nearly forgot the sensory overload that a man can feel from being on top, but I’m quickly reminded of the sensations, especially as his hole was rubbing my cock just the right way. My poz cock was stuffed in a tight hole and it was amazing, and to be honest, I wasn't sure how long I'd last. “Ohhhhh fuck … oh fuck… yeah." “You like that - huh?" “Yeah… fuck yeah. Bareback cock,” he replied. He had told me he was neg, but I didn't really care. I had covered myself. I had made a point to tell him when we met that I was poz, I only fucked bareback and I didn't pull out. I never expected him to respond by making out with me, but when he did I thought very briefly 'I guess he’s okay with poz cock'. He didn’t ask, so of course I didn’t bother telling him I had tested poz only three weeks earlier, and had spent five days in the hospital with Pneumonia. Thankfully the infection was gone, but I was definitely an HIV+ man. “FUCK ME … FUCKKKK … oh fuck that’s so good” "Yeah that’s it - don’t worry boy. You. Are. Going. To. Get. It. Yeah,” I grunted, punctuating my words the way Dad and Sam had with me so many times. Then I asked “You want dirty cum? Is that what you want?” He went quiet for a second as I impaled him balls deep, really driving home the point that he was going to take a poz load tonight home. “Yeah… yes… I … I want it, I want it.” His legs were locked onto my shoulders as I looked down at him eye-to-eye, my face hovering just over his as I announced “I’m gonna breed you,” as I let my spit drop into his open mouth. He immediately swallowed, his eyes never leaving mine. As I fucked his hole my balls slapping his ass, producing a very satisfying rhythm which was the slick sound of sex and lube. I was completely turned on, beyond merely horny, but rather I was completely focused on fucking nailing this boy’s ass. So much so it didn't matter to me when I heard what I thought to be the opening of a door. “I wanna breed you deep boy, I want to dump my poz babies deep inside you.” I fucked steadily, even as my breath became increasingly ragged and deeper. Somehow also I managed to respond to his encouragements, even if our exchanges were somewhat fragmentary: “I want it, man.” “You sure boy?” “Yeah. I mean fuck yeah.” “Ready to be pozzed? I can pull ou…. “ I barely got the words out, but even so I could see in his eyes that he didn't want me to withdraw. His mouth gaped open, just as was his ass. So I cut to the chase and fixed his attention on my eyes when I announced “I’m POZ-ZING YOU!” “Mmmmmmmmm”, he moaned, just the way I had imagined a dirty pig would do when he was chasing. I knew that was what was driving me; I was rock hard because I knew he wanted it the same way as had I when Sam and his friends knocked me up. Prior to testing positive for HIV, I can't honestly say I was particularly interested in topping, but on the day the doctor told me, something switched in my brain, so when, on the fourth day of my stay at the hospital, when my Dad arrived, and after I sucked him off, and after he quietly told me how much he missed and needed his boyfriend, he also told me it was entirely fine with him that I had sero-converted. Naturally, within the limited context of the privacy afforded in a hospital, Dad rubbed my cock under the hospital gown. I did my best to stay quiet but when a father and son are as close as the two of us, it would be virtually impossible, and sure enough, he soon had me hard as a rock, and, as I hadn't cum in a week, I could feel my pits sweating. I knew playing around at the hospital with my Father was insanely risky, but I was excited at a level that was absolutely irrational. At one point Dad leaned over, pulled aside my gown, if only for a moment, and I watched as he licked the precum off the head of my newly poz cock. Just for a single swipe, however. Rather than running the risk of getting caught in a compromising position by a staff member, Dad re-arranged my gown, and whispered “Cod, baby, when we get home, I want your poz cock and cum deep inside my hole," giving me a sexually intent, if questioning look. I was so worked up I could only nod. I had played with Todd and Adam, and I had let Sam host what was basically a conversion party for me. I knew that was why I had sero-converted. I wanted it, and the evidence told me Dad did as well. I stared at the lust in his eyes, and returned a a dirty smile, as I nodded in agreement. “FUCK … FUCKKKK ME CODY… oh fuck!” “Ahhhhhh…. Ohhhhhh… ohhhhhhhh,” I could feel my load welling up in my balls and I knew I might be about to ruin this boy’s ass for the 'neg only' crowd forever. “Getting’ close … getting’ so close … tell me.” “Oh fuckk…. Yeah … Fuck yeah … I want it … I want it.” I continued pounding his perfectly tight hole as he continued grunting “Yeah breed me… do it, cum in me." He was urging me on at this point. I was breathing so heavily I could scarcely speak, “Cu…. Ahhhhhhhhhhh…. Fuckkkkkkkkk …FUCKKKKKKKKK,” as I felt my poz sperm jetting out into his body, “Take my load, Buddy!“ “FUCK YEAH," as I slid all the way in, determined to share my toxic cum with him. This was my first breeding with anyone other than my Dad. I thought to myself 'This is how Sam and his friends used me', and I smiled in satisfaction. We were both panting heavily, and as my cock popped-out of his hole, I wall but collapsed on top of him. We were far from recovered when I managed to murmur “Don’t let it leak out. D’you cum?” “Fuck, yeah. it was so hot,” and about then I registered his cumload which was pooled between our abdomens. With that we start making out. “Really enjoyed that, it’s so hot, …you sure you’re neg?” "Yeah, I'm pretty sure. My brother works for a testing center and I used one of his home tests before you came over.” “Cool. You might not be now," I said, giving him that 'knowing' look. “I know… I know… I’ll be okay.” “I know a guy that works for the gay men’s testing center, who’s your brother?” “His name is Chris." "Oh, yeah. I remember him. He has a goatee, right? He's kind of hot. In fact, your brother, a fuck buddy and I once had a three-way back when I was still neg. Yeah, he's really hot.” His eyes agreed with my words, and I kissed Tyler on the mouth as we made-out a bit more. Then Tyler casually mentioned "In fact, this is his bed," laughing slightly, and then adding "I like getting fucked on his bed. The room smells like him… and, well,...." I looked at him, understanding the unspoken words. “Nice,” I murmured. Tyler thinks his brother is as hot as we all do, and in fact wanted to play with him.

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.

it feels better and its in your DNA to accept a TOP mans seed

Some guys when they fuck you pump air up your ass, then it's hard to hold their load in, but I'm not into farting a load out. All I want to do his hold his load/s inside me for as long as possible and absorb as much as possible. I like the feeling of trying to hold spunk inside me. It's a fantasy of mine to walk around, go about my day with my ass loaded, and someone fingers me and finds I'm already bred and ready for him to breed me too. Occasionally my regular topman texts hours after he bred me and asks if I'm still holding his load--then wants to come over and fuck me again. The second breeding he just unzips, pulls my pants down and fucks me standing up by the door. Walks out when he's done.

are you circumcised? that reduces the risk some. general info is that a circumcised top has a 1-900 or so chances of infection. leave the foreskin on and that drops to 1-150 or so chance. start taking it up the as and it drops to 1-70. no doubt, those are estimates...and each person situation is different. 29 cocks over 53 days got me pozzed once I started chasing.

Part 11 I glared at my coach, his wet cock dangling over my mouth. When I didn’t open my mouth, coach punched me hard in the guts. I fought the reaction of screaming, clenching my jaw and squinting at the pain. “Let me see if I can help you out here, Coach.” Marquise was now standing at my ass, holding what could be described as a club in his hand. The cock was light brown, contrasting with his darker skin. I couldn’t figure the length, but the width was terrifying. “Alright pussy, here comes your first black dick in that cum dump you got going on. This is gonna hurt you a lot more then it will me. I’m gonna make you regret calling me nigger.” He shoved my legs as wide apart as they would go and slammed his cock into me, ripping me apart again, taking my cherry again. I opened my mouth to scream and coach took that opportunity to shove his cock, now soft but still impressively long, in to my mouth. “Yeah, Joey, you are such a dirty little slut, taking cock at both ends. Taste all that cum, three different flavors. Suck it clean, I don’t want your fucking ass on me, or the cum.” Marquise was enjoying the pain I was experiencing as he pounded mercilessly into my hole. “Sunnofabitch. I don’t know how, but this little bitch is tighter then my girl the first time I ripped her open. You got a serious gift with this pussy.” I could hear some disgusting noises coming from my ass: a slurping noise when Marquise pulled out, a squelching sound when he slammed back in. I could feel cum drooling out of my hole, sliming my hole, my ass crack and down my back. “Hey bro, what’s the limit that we can do to this little queer?” His brother responded, “Limit? Fuck limits. This bitch is here for anything you fucking sickos can throw at him. What do you want to do?” Coach leaned across me, his cock still lodged in my mouth, and said something to his brother. “Damn, bro, you sure you want to do that to him already? He’s just a cute, innocent young boy.” I could hear the sarcasm in his voice as both started laughing. “Drink up, Joey.” I was confused until I tasted a hot, bitter fluid filling my mouth. “Oh, god, he’s pissing in my mouth,” flashed briefly in my mind, before the panic of drowning replaced it. “Start swallowing, Joey. Unless you wanna be known as the queer slut who died choking on piss while having a huge black dick stretching his ass.” The guys laughed and shouted insults at me. I started swallowing, fighting the urge to throw up with each gulp I took. Coach finally finished pissing and pulled his cock out of my mouth. “That was awesome Joey, I’ve never been able to get a woman to do that for me. I think I’m gonna have some fun using you after all you little faggot.” Coach looked me straight in the eyes, spit as hard as he could into one of them, and punched me in the jaw. “You still make me sick.” Marquise pulled my attention back to him, “Hey cunt boy, watch me.” I slowly turned to look into his face, which was covered in a gleam of sweat. The pain of the punch to my jaw, and the continued humiliation of being turned into a pussy, blocked the pain of the rape that was going on. I closed my eyes, which only caused Marquise to lash out. My eyes snapped open after he punched my balls as hard as he could. “Don’t you ever close your eyes when I’m fucking you cunt. You need to look at me and know that my black MASTER cock is raping that little white pussy of yours. Making you know your role is to be a white cunt boi for all men, but especially for BLACK MEN.” He looked me in the eyes, asking coach’s brother, “How many poz loads did he take?” “One poz and one from HIM.” Marquise smiled and grunted, “Here’s a toxic, AIDS load for your slime hole bitch.” Another load of scalding hot cum was shot deep in my guts, this one burning deeper than before. I simply mouthed, “Please, no.” “What the fuck did you just say bitch?” followed by another ball crushing punch. “Please, no. I can’t take anymore. I don’t want this.” Marquise finished pumping his seed in me. “Doesn’t matter, it’s in you boy. You got a big load of AIDS cum swimming up your guts, looking for a way in. Oh there’s a few other things in there too, been saving up for you.” He pulled his still hard cock out of my battered cunt. I reached down and could feel my hole gaping wide open. Soon, the hole retracted back around my finger, tightening up again. The brutality went on for hours, ending as the sun started to come up. I lost track of the number of cocks that fucked me, the faces becoming a blur of painful rape after painful rape. The guys were a mix of atrocious to gorgeous, skinny to fat, and younger than me to old enough to be my grandpa. In fact, one of the old guys made me call him “Granddaddy” as he raped me. The guys were freaks. Some kept me on my back, making me look in their eyes as they dumped their loads in me. Some flipped me over, enjoying ripping my head back, wrapping their arms around my throat and almost choking me unconscious. I lost track of the amount of piss I drank, only knowing that I had my own cock aimed at my face as I emptied my own bladder several times straight into my own mouth, making me the ultimate recycler. Guys forced me to take two cocks in my ass several times. The most brutal pairing was Marquise with his huge black dick and coach with his cock flaring up with his pure disgust, but he was grunting as loud as the other as he pumped loads into me. I know that some guys only did me once, while others came for seconds and thirds. One guy whispered, “Here cums my fourth load boy.” Some of the guys were even worse as they began to realize that the physical abuse was causing me pain, but there were no physical signs. I had guys strapping my back with their belts, beating my ass as they fucked loads in me. One guy repeatedly slapped me as he fucked me, smiling as he did it, saying, “Finally, I get to treat a bitch the way I really want to.” I was taken down from the table a couple of times, and had my face rubbed in the puddle of cum that had been deposited and then forced out of my hole as the fucking continued. Numerous times, guys would wipe all the cum from my ass crack and make me suck it from their fingers. Finally, the guys all dispersed. I lay there as cars and trucks roared to life and drove away. The agony was indescribable, as from head to toe there was almost no area of my body that had not been abused, assaulted and tormented. My ass was on fire, my hole tight, but still feeling the pain of all the rapes, the stretching from the double penetrations. “Get up Joey, you aren’t quite done yet for tonight.” I looked at him and said, “I can’t take anymore. Please just kill me, I can’t go on.” He laughed at my plea, but then the look on his face changed to, sympathy? “I know boy. But, this is only the beginning for you. Now get the fuck off the table, before the cleaning crew gets here. By the way, you really need to begin addressing me correctly, as Sir.” The sympathy quickly disappeared. I climbed off the table and looked around for the remainders of my pants or my shirt. “Don’t bother, they were taken by guys. You’re lucky you still have your jockstrap. Now walk to your fucking car. You don’t have a lot of time left.” He walked, I sort of hobbled/stumbled, to my car and he instructed me to get in the back seat and lay face down, with my ass up. I was afraid he was planning to fuck me and I whimpered a plea for him to not do it. “Don’t worry boy, I’m done with your ass for now.” I followed his order and he shut the door after me, getting in the driver’s seat. We drove for about 20 minutes, intermittent honking from other cars as they saw my sticking up. We arrived in downtown, in front of a tattoo shop. I heard him talking to someone on the phone and soon the door by my head was yanked open. “Come on bitch, hurry the fuck up.” I was dragged out, and then thrown over the shoulder of a huge, tattooed biker looking guy. He carried me in and tossed me down on the chair. Before I could say anything, Sir pulled out the ball-gag and blindfold again. “Open.” I chose not to fight and the ball was inserted and both it and the blindfold were strapped on me. “What’s he getting? The usual?” Sir confirmed it and mentioned a number. Over the next hour, both nipples were pierced, as was my cock. I was tattooed on my chest. The gag and blindfold were removed following an instruction to keep my eyes straight ahead. I was photographed by Sir, full body from the front and back. “Bend over and spread your ass bitch.” I did and could hear the snap of my phone camera taking a picture of my hole. “Push some of it out.” I made like I was trying to shit, and felt a load of cum slime it’s way out of my ass. “That is fucking disgusting, you faggot,” the biker said. “Don’t be dripping cum all over my floor. Clean it up.” I reached back between my cheeks and wiped all the spunk that had leaked out. “Don’t waste it bitch.” I brought my hand to my mouth and was photographed and videoed as I sucked all the cum from my hand. “Thunder, you got some clothes he can use? He seems to have lost them in all his fun last night.” I started to say something, but Thunder backhanded me across the face, almost sending me to the ground. “Shut your fucking mouth boy. Respect your owner.” I glared at him and then hung my head down. “I think I have something just right for him.” He walked into the back and returned with a shirt and white shorts. I looked at them and was immediately appalled. The shirt was two sizes too small and was stained with god knows what. The shorts were barely shorts; it’d be hard to describe them even as booty shorts. “I can’t wear these, I’ll get arrested.” “You can wear those, or walk across campus in your jockstrap, leaking cum from your pussy. Choose.” I felt shame and disgust as I slid into the shorts, which were so brief that either the leg straps or the waist strap of my jock was showing. The shirt was so tight, that it rode up on my abs, showing off the hair that led to my crotch and the new piercings were clearly visible. More pictures were taken of me in this outfit, the red flaring up in my face. Thunder asked, "Should I be expecting the bitch every week?" Sir responded, "Yeah he will be getting marked every week. And I think you're going to enjoy your payment, won't you T?" Thunder raised his hand in front, causing me to flinch. He and Sir both laughed at my reaction. Thunder said, "Don't worry boy, I won't be using this on your face, unless you're disrespectful again. No, this is going to find a wonderful home in your ass every time you come for your new marking..." “Let’s go, boy. You have somewhere to be soon…”

It is funny how so many guys say they will pull out, but i never have had one keep that promise lol.

Part 10 – Turning of the Screw “It’s time for you to spread your cunt, bitch.” My mind was a haze, what just happened? I’d been raped twice, taken both their loads. As my mind cleared, I could still remember a second rape, but there was only brief snippets of what happened the second time. “Stand up, bitch. The guys out there are getting very impatient, they want their turn in that cunt.” I stood upright, getting a little light headed from being bent over. I moved closer to the wall as the sadistic, black mailer unlocked my cuffs. “Now, we’re gonna get you ready for your first service.” After removing the cuffs, he unbuckled the gag and the blindfold and removed them from my head. “You won’t be needing those anymore, will you cunt?” I looked at him and said, “I’m not a cunt. My name is Joey.” The man looked at me and chuckled. “Whatever you say, whore. The way you spread that ass so willingly and took my load so willingly, without asking my status. You’re a whore, you little punk.” “Fuck y-,” is what I tried to say. Before I could say it, a fist was delivered straight to my gut. I doubled over in pain, only to have my head yanked up by the hair. “I am enjoying your misery and will enjoy causing you any type of physical pain I can imagine. Feel free to mouth off to me any time you want. Every time you do, I get to punish you. The great thing that you’ve received is that you will feel that pain, but there will be no damage visible. Although that nose and eye are going to remain visible since the damage occurred before the change.” “Now stand the fuck up, you little whore.” I stood back up and looked him in the eyes, “I’m not a whore.” “Whatever you say. You’re first job begins now. Each man out there is paying $50 to fuck your ass and dump a load in you. Great thing for them? That $50 covers as many fucks and loads as they want to give you. In fact, there is one very special man out there who paid $100 to have the privilege of fucking you first.” “Please don’t make me do this. Haven’t you already done enough to me? You already raped me and probably gave me your fucking disease. And, I can’t remember what else, but there was a second guy too.” “Your stuff is there, right where you left it. You can get dressed and leave now.” I grabbed the bag, and he was telling the truth. I grabbed my clothes and got dressed, never taking my eyes off of him. I finished dressing and walked towards the door. “Joey.” I turned to him and he smiled at me and simply said, “You know you have no say in this.” “Fuck you, you sick faggot.” I walked out the door. I thought I was going to go to my car, but for some reason I was walking towards the trucks. I stopped and stared down the walkway that paralleled the truck parking spaces and took my shirt off. It’s a warm night. I walked down the walkway, moving further from my car. I could hear whistles and catcalls from the truckers, could even hear some of them getting out. “Yeah, boy, take the pants off too,” “Show us that fine ass of yours.” “Fuck you, faggots.” “Did you hear that guys, this stupid little whore called US faggots. He’s the one walking around, showing off that ass.” One of the truckers who got out, a black guy about 6’4” and looking to weigh about 250, walked toward me. I stepped back, but could not move fast enough. A punch to the jaw, sent me sprawling to the ground, followed by a booted foot to my side. “Get away from you fucking nigg…” the boot that kicked my side was now delivering a stomp to my crotch. “Watch your mouth boy. That kind of talk will get you into a lot of trouble.” I was writhing in pain from the kick and the stomp. “Get up punk.” I lay on the ground, focusing on the pain. “GET. THE. FUCK. UP. BITCH.” I rolled on to my side, then on my hands and knees. I reached out to the guy, to try and pull myself up. He saw this and turned so that I grabbed his crotch. “Yeah, faggot, I knew that’s what you wanted. That’s why you’re out here.” He reached down, grabbed me by the hair and pulled me, dragging me to a table in the middle of the rest stop. “Take off your pants, bitch. We’ve been promised some good pussy tonight.” “Please, don’t do this to me. I’m not a faggot. Please, let me go…” He looked at me, smiled an evil grin, and said, “I don’t care if you’re a faggot or not. Your ass is ours tonight, until we’re done.” With that, he reached around to the back of my pants and tore them from the waist, down to the ass. “TAKE THE FUCKING RAG OFF NOW. Before I break another rib.” I began to cry, whimpering “please…” as I reached down, pushed the shredded sweats down and stepped out of them. The black man reached down to my crotch, and covered it completely with his right hand. Using his grip, which felt like it was crushing my cock and balls, he pushed me back, until my knees hit a table. “Lay down, whore. I wanna watch your face as I rape that queer ass. Although, you’re a faggot, so is it really rape when you love taking it up the ass?” And he laughed as he pushed me down. “Slow down Marquise, you don’t get to go first.” I looked over and the guy from the restroom was staring down at me. “What the fuck man, thought this cunt was open game.” “It’s open game, but there is one man here who gets first shot at fucking this little bitch. Don’t worry about him getting loose though, he’s gonna be tight as he is now, for the rest of the night. Even after you get through with him.” “Fuck man, I want this bitch to spread for me, but I’ll follow the rules.” “You ready, man?” the bathroom guy called out. Soon, there were men surrounding me, I couldn’t see how many, but there were a lot. “Please don’t do this. I’m not a fag.” The guys laughed, some taunted me, but soon the guys at my feet parted and the guy who would apparently fuck me first, walked through. The guy moved closer into the light, and my gut dropped as his face came clearer. “Joey, you fucking little queer.” The bathroom guy smiled and looked at the guy. “Hey little brother, I told you this little bitch was a fucking cum hungry queer pussy boy.” “You fucking disgust me Joey. Letting my brother fuck you in the bathroom, taking his load in your cunt. If I’d known this is what you were, you’d never have been on the team.” “Please Coach, get me out of here. I’m not a queer, I don’t want this.” “Get you out of here? Bitch I watched you take my brother’s cock up that pussy. I’m gonna get a little piece of that ass before we turn you over to the other guys. But don’t worry boy, I’m not gonna kick you off the team. No, I think you’re gonna have a new role as the cum rag mascot for the other guys. They win, they get to use you.” “Marquise, was it? Can you do me a favor? Hold this little bitch’s legs up so I can get in that cunt?” For the third time that night, a zipper was pulled down and a cock was taken out to fuck my cunt. My legs were pulled to my chest, leaving my ass an open target. “How many loads did he take? Should I lube up?” Coach’s brother told him, “He’s got two loads in him. He doesn’t get any lube other then the cum in his pussy.” I felt coach move between my legs, his thick cock head touching my hole. “Here cums your next cock, faggot.” I screamed out loud as he ripped into my ass. My hole should have been loose after the first two fuckers, but it felt like I was losing my virginity again. “NOOOO. Take it out, I can’t take it.” The guys all around only laughed. “Fuck that pussy.” “Rape his cunt.” “Breed his ass.” “Let his legs go Marquise. I want him to hold them himself.” The coach’s brother took one of my hands, Marquise took the other, and moved them to the back of my knees. “Spread those legs wide bitch. You’ve got about 60 guys to go after Coach is down plowing that cunt.” He leaned down to look me in the face, and said, “Open your eyes, princess.” I opened them and looked at him, struggling through the agony of the cock raping my ass. “Each time you get fucked, each time a new cock rips into that hole? You’re gonna feel like it’s the first time. It will hurt like a son of a bitch each time. And each time you take a load, you’re gonna feel the scalding hot cum burn into your ass. This will never be something you like. But we’re going to love raping you over and over again.” He reached down with his mouth, stuck out his tongue and lightly licked up a tear from my cheek. “I can taste your pain. So can your Master.” The fucking that I was getting from the coach increased in intensity. He was long dicking me, shoving his cock deep into my guts. “Oh fuck, I’m about ready to shoot. Do you want my load Joey? You want that hot cum deep in your pussy?” I looked at the coach, feeling his cock pound in and out of my cunt. “Tell me you want me to shoot my cum in your cunt. Let me hear you beg for it.” I glared at him, “I’m not a cunt you sick faggot.” I spat directly in the coach’s face, “I don’t want your cum in me. I’m not a queer.” Coach wiped his face off, and reached down and slapped my face as hard as he could. “You’re a faggot, on his back, legs up and taking my cock up your ass. You may not want it, but here it cums.” His speed increased, as did the pain. “Here’s my first load for you, you little whore.” He spat in my face as his cock began shooting his load in my guts. As his brother promised, I felt each scalding blast of cum as it shot into my ass. “Yeah, bitch take his load.” “Breed him.” “Knock him up.” Chanting from the guys surrounding me egged the coach on as he continued to pump his cum in me. Even after he wasn’t shooting anything more, he kept fucking me. “Don’t wreck his hole, we want some too.” Coach slowly came back down to earth and pulled his cock out of my ass. My hole felt like it was on fire and I could feel the cool air briefly in my open pussy. This lasted only a second or two, before I heard one guy mutter, “Holy fuck. This queer is something good. His hole just closed back up.” Marquise and the coach switched places. “Open that mouth Joey. You need to clean my cock off.”

Part 5 The pain was almost indescribable, the feeling of a knife both stabbing in and stretching out at the same instant. My body below my waist felt like it was on fire and my asshole, once so tight, felt like a log covered in acid was being shoved into it. I could hear silence in my mind as the agony took control. The silence was gone as quickly as it came. Soon my head was filled with the horrible screams of agony of the pain my ass was sending through every nerve cell in my body. All that was coming out of my mouth were muffled whimpers of pure agony. “Good thing that gag is working because you are a loud little slut. Does that hurt boy?” I nodded my head lightly, not out of deference to him, but because my body could barely function any movement. I was struggling to keep my footing, afraid of what this sadistic fucker would do if I slipped. “Most sluts are able to take the whole thing when I do that. Your something else. You only got half my deathstick up your ass this time.” My eyes bulged when I understood that all the pain I was in and only half of his dick was in me? “I guess we should give it the old college try for me to bottom out in that tight little cunt of yours.” I shook my head more vigorously this time, knowing it would not help me. Suddenly, I felt his cock pull backwards and almost out of me. “Damn, wait until you see your cunt from my view. Your lips are stretched out like a true cunt, trying to hold my deathstick in you. You ready boy? I’m going all in on this trip, pubes to pubes, whether your ass wants it or not.” I felt another glob of spit drop down, and a finger smearing some of it all around my wrecked hole and the rest on the cock that was partially in me. “One…two…” and the pain returned, slightly less than before at first, but much worse at the end when he kept pushing in, kept ripping my ass open. “Remember? It’s bigger near the base.” I think I blacked out when I felt his balls hit my ass. The next thing I remember is my nose being shoved in the wall and force being continued, with the words, “Wake up cunt, you don’t want to miss out on feeling your first of many loads being dumped into your pussy. They say you never forget your first time. And you’re going to have several things to remember me by. I was the first man you gave your cunt to. You let me take that sweet cherry of yours, and by the little bit of blood I’m fucking out of you, I know you weren’t lying.” The thought of the blood, combined with a deep thrust into my hole, almost made me gag. “I’ll also be the first man to pump a hot load of cum into your sweet pussy. I know I won’t be the last, because this ass is going to be very busy, very popular, and is going to be bringing me some very good money. How much will guys pay to breed your ass, have you suck them off. And we haven’t even started thinking about the darker things that guys will pay me to use you for.” I just cried more and more as he told me all this. “But you know what is the hottest thing about all this? The hottest of everything I’m going to be the first of for you? I’m gonna be your first dirty load. Your first poz load. I’m the first load on your road to HIV and being nothing more than a poz bottom pig.” I started lashing about, trying to get away from him, to no avail. There is no way that I wanted this. I never wanted to get fucked, not by a poz guy, and I definitely didn’t want his dirty cum in me. “Look at me boy. LOOK. AT. ME. YOU POZ WHORE.” With each word, he emphasized his command with another deep thrust. “Look into the eyes of your bug daddy, your Poz Master, the man who owns you and controls every aspect of your life from now until the day I let you die.” I slowly turned my head, seeing now the face of the man who would destroy my life. I could barely make out his face, through the tears and the pain. Something in his face seemed familiar. “Look at me Joey. I’m gonna shoot in your cunt and it’s gonna swallow my load just as eagerly as your throat did.” With that, he shoved my head into the wall again and kept me pinned there, with my only being able to switch between his face and the camera. I closed my eyes to the agony of the hard and fast fucking he was giving me, sometimes pulling all the way out and slamming back in all the way. “Don’t you fucking close your eyes. Open them. See the man who is destroying…your… worthless…faggot…cunt…” With the last word, he slammed all the way in and began to shoot his load in me. “Yeah, cunt, take that dirty poz load. TAKE…IT…ALLLLL!!!!” He finally stopped spasming and stood there, cock still buried in my ass. “Fuck boy, that was so worth it. Tighten that hole as I pull out. If I see you waste a drop of my load, I’m gonna make you regret it.”

I pull out if I know it ahead of time. As in, "fuck me bareback but don't cum in me". Most bottoms want my load in them anyway so I am rarely ever asked.

I'm a Catholic, and pulling out is a sin

When I top BB, I follow the bottom's wishes. If he doesn't want my load, I will pull out and shoot on his back, ass, or in his mouth. When I bottom raw, I don't always want to be bred, and may want the load in my mouth or on my back/ass/face, etc. I hope the top respects my wishes as well. However, if I change my mind halfway thru a hot fuck and want to be bred, I hope he seeds me nice and deep.

I wonder what it takes for a bottom to pass out though? I know a BareBack Top on a fetish site who is into "chemical bondage". I don't know if he uses GHB or Rohypnol, but basically by use of chems, he puts a ( consenting ) sub bottom into a situation where they are physically powerless to resist. I'd consider that scenario with a Top I trust, but the TRUST is crucial. Naturally he could have as many guys fuck me as he chooses.

I believe it can be taboo though it isn't necessarily. I had four black FBs. One was a local guy and met him regularly to suck his cock and get fucked race was never mentioned. The three others lived in predominantly black neighborhoods two in not great areas of queens and the other in Harlem. I felt out of place walking through the neighborhood to get to their places and when they fucked me it was clear I was a white slut for their big black cocks.....definitely taboo encounters.

He raised his eyebrows “did you just cum” I felt so stupid nodding, he grinned and put his arm round my back pulling me close to him and whispering in my ear “sweet” before he bit it “so 15 minute game son?” my body felt like jelly as if my bones had disintegrated and I leant against him “what is it?”, he held me close to him as he hailed a taxi, don’t you worry son, you’ll learn soon enough” The cab ride to his house was surreal, he did not care about the driver, and I found out on that ride that rape is not always about cock, it’s possible for a man to rape your mouth with his tongue and have you do things so fast that your mind is twenty steps behind your body. I found myself in his house, we kissed, and then he put out lines of coke on the table telling me to ‘sniff them up like a good puppy’, the coke was hitting me hard, my head muddled and then my t-shirt was off followed by my jeans, socks and boots, he grabbed me holding me against his powerful bulk as he assaulted my mouth with his tongue again as he roughly groped my hard cock and arse thru my cum soaked briefs, he pulled his mouth away from mine leaving me panting for air as he smiled ripping my briefs off me “so here is the game Robbie boy”, naively I looked round me looking for a play station or something (I know dumb) “what game?”, he grabbed my hand and rubbed it up and down what was a serious piece of meat down his trouser leg “its simple boy, you suck me, and if you make me cum within 15 minutes then I won’t beat and rape your arse till it bleeds” I groaned, the coke was fuddling in my head as I slipped onto my knees my face rubbing onto his crotch, he shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose that sent me into a spin, I still remember his words “breathe through your nose boy”, my head was spinning and them my focus came back as I watched him undo his trousers letting them fall to the floor, his cock was big, not enormous like in many stories but larger than mine, thick too, the end glistened with a glob of precum, I looked up at him as he smirked, “you can leave now or suck, 15 minutes starts at first lick”, even in my coked and poppered mind I sensed I should leave but his cock was so beautiful, I leant forward and licked the jap eye on it, he laughed sitting down pulling me with him my mouth on his cock, I looked up at him, my mouth engulfing his cock as he looked at his watch and then laid back sighing “atta boy, ticky tock the mouse ran up the clock”

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

PART 5 We walked into the sling room, and Grant closed the door. His uncut cock looked to be about 9.5” by 7”, dripping like a broken faucet and sporting a mean hole-wrecker of a P.A. “I’m Sloan,” I said, shaking Grant’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Sloan. And who’s the boy?” “He’s my lil’ bro, a slampig-in-training. One week past his 18th birthday, practically a virgin, and all partied up for the first time. He’s your fuckhole for the night, so call him whatever you want. His name’s not important.” Grant growled approval, then turned to Conrad. “Hey, son. Sounds like your big bro's been taking good care of you, huh?” “Yes, sir,” Conrad replied. “Yeah, boy? Tell me what your bro’s been doing for you.” “Well, sir—he’s making a man out of me,” said Conrad. “Before this, I’d only fucked around with other boys. Tonight is the first time I’ve surrendered my body, my hole—everything—to the control of a man who wants to mark me, own me, use me. And best of all, I can still feel his thick cumload dripping out of my hole.” “Is that so, boy?” Grant reached around to Conrad’s ass, pulling the boy closer to him. I heard his fingers dip into the warmth and wetness of that slopped-up boyhole. He gave another growl of appreciation. “Admit it, boy: you were looking for somebody to pin you down and fill your hungry little musclebutt with raw dick.” “That’s right, sir,” said Conrad. “My big bro knew what to do. He fed me white smoke from a little glass pipe. He just kept feeding me that smoke, and every time I exhaled a big breath full of clouds, I got hungrier. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that hungry, but that’s what I was—so fucking hungry for my big bro’s dick. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt when his bareback cock shoved into my fuckhole.” “Good boy,” said Grant, his hands slowly kneading the muscles of Conrad’s bubble butt. “And now that you’ve got a thick load of your big bro’s poz cum oozing of out your partied-up hole, are you still hungry?” “Even hungrier. Please give me more. Please poz me, Daddy.” Grant growled, pointing at the sling. “Climb up, boy.” As Conrad walked to the sling, Grant turned to me. “Nice work, son.” “Thanks, Dad.” I opened up my playkit, revealing a row of prepared points. “Would you like to do the honors? I think it’s time we got our boy slammed out of his fuckin’ mind.” “Fuck yeah -- but I've got an idea,” said Grant. “Whenever I slam, I shoot a big load of cum as soon as the tourniquet comes off my arm. Why let that load go to waste? I’ll push my dick up inside our boy’s hole, then slam myself at the same time you’re slamming him. That way, he’ll be riding his very first rush at the exact same moment my cock is shooting thick ropes of unmedicated poz cum deep inside his little fuckhole. Got it?” “Fuck, Dad—that’s fuckin’ perfect. And then what?” “And then I use my seed as lube. You know—fuck my slutty son for awhile, just working that toxic load up inside him, getting him good and pregnant. Watching his sweet little face as he takes my fat poz dick into his slammed-up hole. I usually shoot my second load after 10 or 15 minutes of massaging that first round of cum into a boy’s fuckin’ pussy. I like to leave their insides torn-up and painted thick with my fuckin’ virus by the time I pull out.” “Fuckin’ A, you evil fucker. Let's fuck this boy into the dark side.” With that, we turned toward Conrad. His feet were firmly in the stirrups, his muscular legs spread wide, his 18-year-old boyhole proudly exposed for breeding. Jason was already applying a tourniquet. I took a syringe out of my playkit and handed it to Grant, then grabbed another for Conrad. Jason cocked his head and pointed at the playkit. “How big are those hits, anyway?” “Oh—big enough,” I said with a smirk. Jason flashed an evil grin. “Fuck yeah, dude. You startin’ him with—what? A .35?” “More like a 0.4,” I said. “But before that happens, this particular needle needs to make a little detour.” I immediately found a vein in my forearm, inserted the tip, and pulled back the plunger. A scarlet swirl of my blood began filling the rig. Removing the needle from my arm, I aimed it at Conrad’s bulging veins. “You see this, boy?” I said to him, tapping the side of the needle, its contents now contaminated with red streaks of my toxic blood. “This is how we guarantee that you go home tomorrow with my virus growing inside you. Got it?” Conrad smiled and nodded, holding out his arm eagerly. “Fuck yeah—we’ll be blood brothers,” he said. “Make me your blood brother. Please.” “Of course, bro. I’m so fuckin’ proud to bring you into the brotherhood.” Needle in hand, I leaned over to admire his beautiful veins. I picked one almost at random; his time at the gym had given him a forearm full of perfect admin sites. “See bro—the tip of this needle has my poz DNA all over it,” I said. "Want it?" "Fuck yeah. Please. Stick that poz needle in me." I gave him a quick smile, then gently slid the contaminated point into his arm. “Are you ready to watch my virus invade your fuckin’ bloodstream?” He nodded as if in a trance. I drew back the plunger, and Conrad’s blood rushed into the syringe to mix with mine. I looked behind me to see that Grant, too, had a register, and that his Daddy dick was already firmly lodged in my lil' bro's hole. Turning back to Conrad, I loosened his tourniquet and flashed a wolfish little grin. “You ready, baby boy? You ready for this fat fuckin’ blood-slam?” “Yes. Do it, bro. Please.” “You’re gonna be so goddamn fucked up. I can’t wait, lil’ bro.” With that, Daddy and I looked at each other and nodded. Then we counted down: 3, 2, 1... Push. The contents of the syringe began disappearing into Conrad’s vein, slowly and steadily, while the crimson mixture of our poz and neg blood gradually merged with his bloodstream. I felt his body begin to tense as the first wave of the drug started to hit. And as I pulled the needle out of his vein, his eyes grew wide and his lungs made a scratching noise as he prepared to cough. Grant finished his slam just as Conrad’s coughing fit began. Each cough caused my lil' bro's ass to spasm around Grant's dick, and that took our Daddy over the edge: as he yelled "Fuckin' take my virus" over and over again, his fat cock pulsed repeatedly inside my lil’ bro’s stretched-out cunt, each pulse sending waves of poz cum deep inside my boy's newly slammed-up fuckhole. A moment later, Grant pulled his cock from Conrad’s hungry butt, giving both of us a glimpse of the thick spout of cum erupting from his fat mushroom head. “You wanna get pregnant, son? ‘Cuz I wanna knock your ass up.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. I wanna give your fuckin’ poz sperm a place to grow.” Grant shoved back in. As his raw dick re-entered Conrad's hole, I watched my lil' bro undergo my favorite transformation: No longer struggling to catch his breath, no longer freaked out by the intensity of the slam, his eyes gradually lost their focus, overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from his fuckhole. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a low, slow moan. As I watched, his body seemed to become an extension of his wrecked and dripping fuckhole—open and hungry and obsessed. “Feel that cum dripping out of your hole?” Grant said to him as he continued to nail Conrad's butt. “I’m filling you up with the fuckin’ sperm that made you, boy.” By that point, Conrad’s hole was leaking a steady stream of cum mixed with streaks of blood from Grant’s assault on his torn-up cunt. “Dad’s drawing blood,” I said, pointing to the evidence of internal damage. Grant let out a cocky little laugh. “Looks like you’re starting to bleed from your wrecked little cunt, boy. Want me to stop?” My lil’ bro shook his head fiercely, his eyes insane with desire. “Please don’t stop tearing me up, Daddy,” he said. “More poz cum, please.” “Good boy,” replied Grant. “Good fuckin’ slampig. You make your Daddy so fuckin’ proud. And you know what’s gonna happen a little later?” “What’s that, Daddy?” “We’re gonna slam you up again, and your hole’s gonna stretch like you wouldn’t believe. That’s right, boy—it’s gonna stretch until it’s a gaping, bloody punch-hole dripping cum and piss and Crisco. You want that?” “I want everything you want to give me, Daddy.” “Good boy. The next slam will reduce you to nothing but a hole. You won’t even know your fuckin’ name, boy. But that’s OK. When your sweet boyhole is stretched around my fuckin’ forearm, nobody will be calling you Conrad. They’ll give you a new name. My favorite name.” “What’s that, Daddy? What’s your favorite name?” “Slampig,” Grant replied, driving his dick deep. “And you know what, Slampig? I’m here to make sure that my son will never shoot a neg load again.” MORE SOON…

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

2 weeks ago in Palm Springs ( full details in my blog entry on here_ ) Had hoped for 57 loads for my 57th B day- the day went to hell with 2 limp cock and no others showing- so I did CCBC, hopped in a sling, and had a line of men breeding my hole one after the other. Number 2 or 3 bellowed as he came " take my fucking toxic load you slut"- which yielded another string of men fucking their loads up my hole. Got a few more later, and a fist -- everyone knew I was full of cum when I finally returned to the loungers by the pool <g>

Guy got me drunk to the point of passing out, fucked me, then left my door open and gave 2 other guys my address, both of whom fucked me while I was out cold.

I lost my virginity at 15 and it was with a guy who I was seeing, who was in his 40s. He fucked me raw and at the time, I did not know any better. I never had "the talk" with my parents and I went to a catholic school so the "talk" consisted of birds and bees and waiting until marriage. I knew condoms existed and should be used to protect oneself but that is all I knew. I did ask my guy if we can use condoms and I remember he got annoyed with me and said he doesn't want to. That was the end of the discussion and I never bought it up again. The guy and I saw each other until I left for college at 18. In college, I did not hook up much b/c I went to school in small town America and people talk. The very few times I hooked up, I did not enjoy the rubbers. One instant led to an allergic reaction. While in college, I was dating a 50 year old man and we fucked raw the first time and did so until the relationship ended. I then moved to NYC and I hook up here and there, sometimes raw, sometimes with rubbers. I NEVER really enjoyed the rubber sex. I then started dating a man for 2 years and we only fucked raw. After we broke up, I just stopped using condoms. Once you start, you honestly can not stop. I have been fucking raw exclusively for 7-8 years now

You say you shake your head about those (including me) that post that guys should tell their status. Yeah.. I'm fully aware that there will always be those who don't care about the other person and lie about their status. But that doesn't mean we have to stand by and just let it happen. If I can get just one person to re-think their stand on stealthing, then my posts will have been worth it. I'm not living in a dream land. We live in a world filled with people who kidnap, steal, murder, and rape. I have no grand illusion that it will all change. But I may change one person's mind. So I can hope.

I hooked up with a guy a few months back who had insisted when we were chatting online that it had to be safe. He had a big enough cock, about 9" & slightly thicker than average, so I didn't complain. We wasted little time on niceties when I got there, he had me drop to my knees in the hallway and start sucking his already hard cock. Within a minute he was ripping the wrapper off a condom, pulled my head off and walked into the living room telling me to bend over the couch. He yanked my pants down and shoved his cock right up me. Now, I had prelubed after cleaning out, so this wasn't as difficult or painful as you might think, but when he got to my inner ring, he just kept pushing, telling me to "relax and take it". With a lot of focus and some careful movement, I managed to line him up right and finally one of his thrusts went right thru, popping like a jar opening, but it was just nicely tight. He started saying "yeah, that's it" over and over. He kept up a steady rhythm for a good 10 minutes and my hole accommodated him snugly. Then he gripped me hard and shouted "fuck yeah here it comes" and shot off while still thrusting hard. The usual couple of bumps and grinds to finish off followed, then he slid out and sat down beside me on the couch. "You gonna clean this up or what?" he asked, and I immediately knelt down to find a slimy, cum-covered cock with the remains of a shredded condom crammed like a rubber ring around the base. "When did that happen?" I asked, slightly surprised. "When your ass couldn't take my cock, it snapped. It was your fault. Now you're full of my cum, slut. Suck it." And he chuckled like some Bond villain. Needless to say, I obliged with the cleaning. Had another two fucks afterwards. No more mention of condoms.

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

If I have asked them not to cum inside me they usually listen. There were a few times where they were doing me with a condom but slipped it off without me knowing and made me take his load anyway