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Tommy The Tease Tommy was as cute as a button, literally the face of an angel with pure blond curls, short at 5’4 and slim but with a rounded sticky out bottom that women would pay a plastic surgeon thousands to have one just like it. Tommy loved his arse, he loves wearing tight briefs and thongs, taking selfies of himself all sissy like and posting them on the net, he loved the attention from men all over the world who would pay him complements and send him sexy arse accentuating underwear to a post office box for him to wear and pose in, of course a lot of the underwear was backless and Tommy revelled in showing off his pretty pink pucker for all to see. Tommy also had an insatiable boy pussy, from his mid-teens he had been sticking candles, vegetables and eventually dildos up his boy hole, he loved the feeling of something in his butt, of course he got fucked by men, in fact being fucked was his ‘most favourite thing ever’, but the one thing he always insisted on when being fucked was a condom. Carlos Morino was a half Jamaican half Spanish man in his 40’s, bulky built like a shit brick house, not very good looking thanks to severe acne scars and the permanent scow on his face, if you had seen him in the street you would have crossed the road to avoid him. Carlos was also a big fan of Tommy’s Tumblr account, he’d sit and slowly stroke his fat nine inch cock looking at the pictures of Tommy in his underwear, of his lovely round arse and of his boi pussy with or without various objects shoved up it. It was in the lead up to Christmas that Carlos was out shopping, his mood as normal pretty bad though mellowed thanks to the weed he had smoked before he came out, he was in the local supermarket and bending down to pick up some vodka when he heard a giggle, turning his head he saw a woman walking down the aisle away from him but what really caught his eye was the boy walking alongside her, his face froze, his mind raced, those blond curls and that massive bottom encased in tight jeans, it was his favourite internet boy, he was sure, gathering himself he immediately followed, at the till it was confirmed when he watched the cute boys animated face excitedly talking to his mother, yes it was indeed Tommy, cute little sissy Tommy. Of course Tommy had noticed the big man following him, and like the little tease he was he made sure he showed off his pert rounded butt, but Tommy being the boy he was actually thought he was doing nothing wrong and as he and his mother left the store he threw a smile over his shoulder at the man thinking that was it, but that was not it, little did he know that the dark BMW behind his mother’s car on the ride home was Carlos intent on tracking his prey, he had plans for Tommy the Tease. A parcel later of stills from Tommy’s Tumblr account to the boys account had the kid worried, the message in the parcel was simple “come here on Friday or your mother gets these”, Tommy was torn, his mother was ultra-religious, she’d go mad, he knew that, so on Friday night he found himself at the address accepting a drink laced with ‘G’ from the big man and then smoked a joint, and then when the big man was sure the kid was stoned enough the fun began, for Carlos at least. “Shut up” Carlos grunted as his big bare cock lined up at the high helpless teens tight pussy, Tommy’s hands tied at the wrist rested begin Carlos’s broad neck, pressed against the wall the poor teen could hardly struggle against the big man’s body, his legs high and spread over Carlos’s strong arms, he pleaded “No No not bare!!!” as he felt the tip of the man’s cock probe at his vulnerable boy pussy, he cried out “NO!!!” as Carlos’s big cock head pushed and entered his slick stretched cunt thanks to the dildoing he’d endured just beforehand. Sliding in Carlos luxuriated in the velvet softness of the kids insides as his cock slid deeper into the boys rectum stretching the sphincter wide “shut up whore, I am going to work this ass, this is what I am meant for, the breed whores like you”, despite the boys dire situation he could not help moan in pleasure as the biggest cock he had ever seen in the flesh delved deeper in his boi cunt, his little boy cock was hard pressed against Carlo’s gut, the big man pushed harder pushing his dick further into the kid, his cock travelling deeper into uncharted territory of teen Tommy’s pussy, despite semi enjoying the man’s cock Tommy still pleaded “please not bare please no!!”, Carlos spat in the boy’s face, slapping the kids arse cheeks with his hands “you do not get it whore your my BITCH now and breed my bitches raw!!!” A big shove and a scream from Tommy as his innards were defied to the limit Carlos’s wiry thick pubes were resting against the boy’s taint, grinning Carlos grunted to a wail from Tommy “now the fucking can begin!!”. Carlos loved to fuck, in fact he called his hips and strong legs ‘the power fucking machine’, his cock travelled in and out, Tommy was whimpering and moaning, never had he been fucked like this, his fear was overtaken as he achieved his first ever anal orgasm which Carlos loved feeling round his dick as he carried on pummelling the kids cunt, despite the pleasure he was feeling Tommy was still begging whimpering “please don’t cum in me, please”, which just resulted in Carlos sneering “do you think you can protect yourself against me, you whore” Carlo’s thrusts became more insistent, his breathing heavier and his grunting louder signalling to Tommy that the man was close, desperate one last time he cried “don’t cum in me pleaaaseee!!!!” at the same moment as Carlos’s cock engorged even more as a week load of man spunk fired deep into the kid’s pussy, Tommy squealed out of anguish but also uncontrolled excitement as he felt the man’s sperm fill his pussy firing his own sperm onto Carlo’s gut. Carlos rested for a moment feeling his cock deflate slightly, his cock fell from the boy’s hole and he laughed as he felt the copious amount of cum and ass juices flood out of the boy’s cunt pouring over his cock onto the floor, he spat onto the boy’s face “yeah caramba!!” before leaning in and kissing a stunned Tommy the tease deep and hard. Carlos sat on his sofa, his legs spread wide as he smoked a big Cuban cigar as he watched newly named ‘Tommy the whore’ in sissy hold up stockings lick the spilt spunk of his hardwood floors before he crawled over the floor and licked Carlo’s increasingly semi to hard spunk and boi pussy coated cock clean, Carlos snapped his fingers “get on it boy and milk my spunk into your cunt, you belong to me now” As Tommy lowered his self onto Carlos’s big cock, he moaned with excitement “yes daddy I am your whore”, the big man chucked “yes you are” Needless to say, ‘Tommy the Tease’s’ Tumblr page changed from that day forth, men across the globe wanked themselves silly watching Tommy get fucked by the big man and his friends, and of course Carlos was happy as bitcoins rolled into his account.

Thanksgiving dinner was in less than three hours, yet there I was, bent over my couch with the building’s handyman filling me with his own, personal gravy! This was my year to host the ‘orphan’ Thanksgiving dinner. I have a group of friends who have neither family nor significant others, so we get together and have our own holiday occasions. I had gone all out this year - turkey, ham, pies, all the trimmings, and the condo looked great! My dealer had dropped off a huge supply of the strongest 420 in DC, the liquor store delivery took up an entire extra table, and I even had a local landscaper come and deck out my balcony with seasonal flowers and plants and provide inside greenery - everything was perfect and all that was left was to finish cooking and do some last minute cleaning and tidying up. That is until the thermostat went bonky and decided that the only setting it could do was ‘hotter than the underside of Hell’. I frantically called the front desk and they were their usual, unhelpful selves, but said they would put a call into the condos’ handymen to see who might be able to help, but they were all off for the holiday so no guarantee. While the weather was not horribly cold yet, I didn’t relish the idea of having to leave the balcony door open all afternoon and evening just to try to stop my guests from burning up. In the meantime, I propped the door open, pulled a fan out of storage, and got back to stirring, whisking, and basting. About 30 minutes later I heard someone yell, “MAINTENANCE!” then heard the sound of keys and swearing. I dropped the spoon I had in my hand, grabbed a towel, wiped the streams of sweat off my face and barely took two steps out of the kitchen before I saw one of the handymen in my condo hallway. First I was pissed that he just let himself in, but then was relieved that someone actually showed, so I tried to smile. My smile faded fast when I realized who it was - Jointer Jim. That’s not his real name of course, but that’s what everyone called him. Our building handymen are an odd looking trio - one is an older, extremely overweight man who is literally wider than he is tall; the second is a young guy who is handsome, clean cut, and always polite; the third is Jointer Jim. He is tall, lanky, middle aged, and missing the index and middle finger on his right hand and the worst disposition in the world! Always pissed, angry, rude, condescending, and a total asshole. Fuck! Jointer Jim lost his two fingers from fucking around in shop class in Jr. High. I guess his real name was James or Jim. He set his tool box down by the mini-bar I had set up, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and boldly opened it, poured himself a huge drink, and gulped it down, then set the empty glass back down with a BANG. He gave me a twisted grin, wiped the remnants of drink off his chin, and asked, “What’s so fucking urgent that my phone gets blown up on my day off?” I was stressed and sarcastically said, “Why don’t you pour yourself another - sounds like you NEED it - and if you don’t realize the problem yet, maybe you are not the right man for the job,” and then walked back into the kitchen. I was in no mood for dealing with him and thought right then that sending him away might be the best thing. I heard his tools clanging as he dug around in his bag and tried to ignore that he was there as I went back to prepping food in the kitchen. A few minutes later I was shocked back into focus as I caught a whiff of something that was not cooking in the kitchen and went back out to the living room. There was Jim, bold as fuck, smiling as he exhaled a cloud of smoke from my good 420. I don’t smoke, but find it sexy when a top does, and for just a split second my ass pulsed in hunger. Then my anger flared as I said, “What the fuck do you think you are doing? Ever think of asking first? That’s for my guests!” He just smiled, took another hit, then grabbed the TV remote and said, “I’m going to watch the game a bit while I finish this.” It was not a question, just the demand of a rude asshole. I growled, “Fine. But they’ll be here for dinner at 6:00 and it would be nice if my place was not a sweatbox, and if all my drink and shit was not gone before then.” Dinner prep was hard to focus on as I continued to fume about his attitude and then I realized I had not even asked if he had fixed the problem with the thermostat. I stomped back out to the living room to find Jim casually laid back on the couch, his feet up on the ottoman, drink in one hand and blunt in the other. He just gave me his cocky grin and a flick of wrist toward the wall. I walked over, the thermostat seemed to be working fine again and he had set it back down to comfortable 70 degrees. I turned, he exhaled followed by a small cough, I grit my teeth and said, “Thank you,” and left him as I went back into the kitchen. I heard the balcony door close and the blinds coming down and when I stepped out of the kitchen Jim just looked at me with a fuck off grin. I shook my head and went back into the kitchen. I could hear the sounds of the game from the TV, smell the heavy cloud of weed, picturing him in my mind with his feet up and that ‘fuck you’ grin. I stopped - the sounds had changed - it was no longer the cheering of a roaring crowd but the demanding voices of a mandingo gangbang - shit! I scurried back out of the kitchen and stopped. There was Jointer Jim, his pants down around his ankles weighted to the floor by his massive set of maintenance keys. His legs were skinny, his hip bones showed either from the angle of the light or from how thin he was. Jim moaned as he looked at me, his blunt held between his teeth, his upper lip curled on the end in a smirk. He then took his blunt out, let a long, thick drool of spit descend from his dry lips like a leaf slowly falling from a great Oak tree, which landed mid-shaft on his dark, ebony wood. I gasped a little as Jim used the spit to slick his dick with his clawed hand - there was something wild and taboo about watching his fucked up hand jack his mighty rod. He turned full towards me and said, “Get on your knees fag boy and suck my dick. I know you want to.” A mix of anger at his assumption and excitement knowing how much I desired his dick right then washed over me. I started to protest, “I...I’m not a fa….” Jim snarled, “STOP RIGHT THE FUCK THERE. Yes you ARE! You forget - COCK SUCKER - I’ve been here before. I’ve seen your pile of porn flicks. Not this stuff that I’m sure you haul out for the DL brothas, but that nasty shit you usually have stacked at the bottom of the pile - you know what I’m talking about.” Yeah, I did, and even managed to blush just a little, which made him laugh and choke on his smoke. Serves him right. “Come on then, hike that skirt up and get on your knees and gag on my dick like a good cock sucker. Then if you do me right, maybe - just maybe - I will dig them guts out and give you some real man juice,” Jim tempted. All thoughts of dinner prep went out of my head as I watched him hit the blunt and his dick start to swell with blood as it engorged itself in the delights of the porn flick. I quickly stumbled out of my pants, knelt on the wool carpet, and hefted his meaty dick up to eye level. It stared back at me, winked, and drooled a little. I spit on the head, Jim laughed, and as I guided the phat head to my mouth he said in between puffs, “THAT’S IT FAG BOY... ...OPEN THEM LIPS… ...LET ME HEAR YOU GAG ON MY SHIT… ...GIVE ME THAT SLOPPY NECK… ...CHOKE ON MY SWEATY DICK… ...I AIN’T WASHED MY MEAT IN ABOUT A WEEK, THAT’S WHAT PUSSY MOUTHS ARE FOR… ...TAKE YOUR TIME, THERE AIN’T NO RUSH… ...THAT’S RIGHT, GET IT NICE AND WETT SO IT’LL GO IN SWEET AND DEEP INTO THAT ASS… ...I DON’T FUCK EASY, NOT AT ALL, SO IF YOU CAN’T TAKE IT LIKE A BROTHA GIVES IT, YOU BETTER SWALLOW MY NUTT.... ...OH YOU PAUSING NOW? WONDERING IF IT’LL FIT?... ...BEND THAT FAG ASS OVER, LET ME MAKE IT FIT!” “Can I get the poppers and lube?” I pleaded. Jointer Jim stamped out the finished blunt, “No. I’m trying to stuff that tummy MY WAY! I like a bitch who tells me it hurts, cries that my dick is stretching them walls, putting her on her period - so you trying to get nasty and get bitch fucked and that pussy hole super soaked, or we done?” I mumbled a pathetic, “Yes,” and he slapped my face and said, “Speak up faggot bitch - let your BBC Master hear you!” So I did. I debased myself for his pleasure, and every plea and whimper and second of pathetic begging made his onyx monster grow and harden. “That’s what I like to hear,” Jim chuckled, “Hungry ass that’s need that itch scratched, that hole broken, them guts shredded - well you better hang onto your panties cause I’m about to get down and bang that hole WIDE-THE-FUCK-OPEN!” Jim’s clawed hand snapped close across my face as he leaned over me - my submissive body kneeling on the ottoman, my hole wet and eager to feel him push inside. As his throbbing knob punctured my outer ring, Jim tapped the remote and turned up the volume of the rape scene on the porn flick to drown out my own cries. His long arms squeezed my sides, his claw clamped tighter across my mouth and face while he began to rape fuck my hole. There’s something hot as hell about a top who takes what he wants, fuck like he wants, forces a bottom to serve him the way he wants - and I was totally willing to let him use me any way he needed. The long, black dick pulled almost all the way out, angled to the left and SLAMMED back in. I yelped, whined, and cried out. Jointer Jim laughed and did it again. He then shifted his stance to scrape the other side of my guts before just slamming my bussy straight on. “FUCKING JUICY PUSSY HOLE - TOTAL BITCH - THAT’S ALL YOU IS - NASTY, MOTHA FUCKIN BITCH HOLE.” I yowled like an alley cat in heat when Jim yanked his dick out of my now gaping hole. He walked over to wall where the thermostat was, bent down, rooted around in his toolbox and laughed like a trickster as he stepped back behind me. “AIN’T NOTHING BUT FUCKING AIR - CHRIST YOU A HUNGRY ASSED FAG - LOOK AT THAT SHIT - EATS IT RIGHT TO THE HILT,” Jointer Jim said while he tested the elasticity of my now-broken ass ring with the large handle of a screw driver. Not satisfied with my response he shifted a large hammer into his clawed hand, the rough wooden handle pointed at my quivering chute, “OH HELL YEAH - YOU FEEL THAT - CAN TELL BY HOW THAT BACK ARCHES, THOSE HIPS DROP, JUST LIKE YOU READY TO DROP SOME BABIES. YOU EAGER FOR MY MANDINGO BABIES? BREED THAT PUSSY? BAREBACK THAT FUCK HOLE? RIDE THAT ASS RAW SOME MORE? FUCKING SLUT!” I started to buck my ass, riding that wooden handle, trying to feel the metal hammer head kiss my cheeks when Jointer Jim yanked it out, dropped the sloppy tool to the floor with a clang, leaned back over and began to rape fuck my ass again. “YOU WANT THIS NICCA CUM? TELL ME WHAT A SLUT YOU ARE? BEG FOR MY SHIT - BEG FOR MY NICCA BABIES - BEG FOR ME TO TEAR THAT ASS END TO END AND SIDEWAYS - OH YEAH - THAT’S IT - STROKE IT WITH THAT SILKY HOLE - STROKE MY DICK - STROKE MY MOTHA FUCKIN DICK - COME ON - PUSH IT BACK - RIDE THAT SHIT - RIDE IT! HARDER - HARDER SLUT BITCH - YOU WANT THIS NUTT? RIDE THAT SHIT HARDER! FUCK YEAH! DUMB ASS FAGGOT - FUCK YEAH - SHOW ME THAT ASS NEEDS THIS DICK DEEP - WANT IT DEEPER? HERE YOU FUCKING GO - GETTING CLOSE - FUCK YEAH - GETTING CLOSE - WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT? HUH? WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT? WANT ME SHOOT IT INSIDE THAT FAG PUSSY? THAT’S WHERE YOU WANT IT? HERE YOU GO FUCKA - HERE YOU GO - HELL YEAH! TAKE THIS NICCA NUTT - TAKE IT! TAKE IT! MILK MY DICK! TAKE IT….” Thanksgiving dinner was in less than three hours, yet there I was, bent over my couch with the building’s handyman filling me with his own, personal gravy! Jointer Jim’s nutt started to froth out of my ass as he continued to pump my hole and I had to ask, “Can you cum again?”

This story is a true accounting of what happened to me this week. It had been a month since my big slip at the bathhouse. Writing about the experience hadn’t helped much with trying to stop myself from indulging further, but through outside distractions managed to keep myself from pursuing cock or cum, but each succeeding week left me with an increasing longing for more such experiences. I teased myself with stories from different sites, poppering my brain into oblivion while burying my nine inch dildo up my ass. Nothing, however, really helped, so I resolved to visit the bathhouse again. Figuring temptation was the enemy, I avoided the busy evening crowd and discount nights, choosing instead to go in the middle of a weekday. The place was much more subdued, with fewer than 20 guys total. Nervously I walked halls, resolved only to suck cock, maybe to swallow a few loads, just enough to curb my cravings. The maze was empty, as was the dark room, and the sauna as well. The few guys I noticed were in their rooms, jacking, apparently (and sadly) uninterested in playing. When I reached the dark room behind the glory holes, an empty room which was pitch black, I noticed two shadows at the far end, so I figured this was the best chance I would get, and made my way back. The darkness made details difficult to determine, but I could tell both guys were white, probably in their 50’s, but I couldn’t make out more than that. Each guy was pumping his buddy's cock, and as I got close they stopped and took in my figure. I am not very aggressive but it seemed these two cocks might well be the only ones on the menu, so I dropped to my knees and began sucking one. Neither guy made an effort to stop me, and I couldn’t help but notice how clean and smooth the cock was. My initial impression is that it was a respectable length and girth, but as I slobbered and worked on it, the cock swelled to a significant nine or more inches with a meaty width. My jaw was strained a bit, but as the cock was uncut and as I was flying on poppers, I was happy to take it all. About then I felt the second guy pull my mouth off of the first guy's cock, and direct his cock into my mouth. The new cock was just about eight inches, and unlike the first guy, this cock was cut, but it had the perfect amount of give, so, without too much difficulty he was able to fuck my throat using with powerful strokes. After a couple minutes I then heard one of them ask “Can we have that ass?” My hole twitched in longing. Getting to my feet I replied "I don't have any condoms." They both replied "Cool, if you are. We're both poz." The statement hit me like a hammer blow, but reasoning cocksucking wasn’t dangerous, I'd continue with as much, and replied “I can't, I'm neg, but I'll be happy to swallow your cocks.” I felt proud of my self-control, although I was also a bit sore in the knees from the ridiculous flooring. After a big hit of poppers, I bent over, and resumed sucking the meaty eight inch cock, as I jacked off the longer uncut cock with my other hand. I felt one of the guys lean over me and start playing with my cheeks and hole, which is always hot, and as he did so, I enjoyed feeling that meaty cock opening up my throat with each thrust. "Mind if I eat your ass?" asked the other guy. 'Hell, yeah,' I thought, and nodded in approval, even with the smaller cock still in my mouth. Within seconds warm lips and a hot tongue were snaking into my hole. The sensation of a tongue in my hole sent me into orbit, and I forced the cock as deep into my throat as I could, caking my face in saliva as I grunted and moaned like a bitch in heat. Then, to my surprise, I felt the cock in my mouth withdraw. I nearly cried out in protest, but when the longer uncut dick slid into my mouth, I hungrily accepted it as the other guy moved behind me. I couldn’t help but notice, however, he didn’t bother getting down to eat my ass. The cock in my mouth was aggressive, pushing deep to choke and gag me, before being yanked out and roughly smacked across my face. I was really into it. As he fed its whole length into my throat I felt his partner lean over me, his wet cock passing across my ass cheeks. I tensed up involuntarily, but with the amazing cock in my mouth, I couldn’t fully concentrate on what the other guy was doing, and apparently hadn’t offered enough resistance to deter what was happening: I felt fat mushroom head of that old cut cock slide between my cheeks and touch my hole, just barely. Cum began shooting cum out of my cock as I moaned in pleasure. The man behind me didn’t miss a beat but rather reached under me to gather the last few spurt of cum in his hand and jack his cock, which was now lubed with my saliva and now a fair portion of my load, only to nestle his warm wet cock back against my hole just as the cock in my mouth slid balls deep. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t breath. Again I heard them ask for my ass again. I grunted and spurted and gagged struggling for air, which he apparently chose not to take as a 'no' as, despite the impressive girth of his cock, particularly the guy's cock head, the cock nestled in my crack slid effortlessly past my opening. In one smooth motion it was squelching gobs of my own cum out as it planted itself fully within me. The sensation of being so full was overwhelming, and the cock in my throat began to withdraw, I attempted to speak, only to be stuffed once more, as both cocks picked up an alternating rhythm. The cock in my mouth turned me on, but the one in my ass made my whole body shudder with each push. The sensations were intoxicating, and soon I was throwing myself back on the cock in my asshole, forcing him in as far as I could. I didn’t need to wonder when the cock in my ass would blow, because, as he fucked it all the way in, I became painfully aware of a swollen lump moving along its length, about to spew its thick hot cum in the very most innards of my asshole. I realized what I was doing and panicked, about ready to completely lose my mind. I stood up and looked around frantically, thinking I should bolt. When the uncut top gently put his hands on my hips, and slowly guided my hole into his lap. He began using his cock head to scoop the cum dibbling from my hole and press it back in. He was careful not to ever insert more than the tiniest bit to push in the cum, and barely stretched my hole at all doing it. The movement was driving me insane, and between my panic and sex drive I was practically delirious. He leaned and whispered into my ear “You said no, so I won't fuck you, but I won't stop you from fucking yourself with my cock though.” With that he leaned back, leaving his cock just slightly brushing against my hole, firmly between my cheeks. His partner went to his knees and began sucking my small cock, which felt great, and as he buried my cock in his mouth he would put pressure onto my hips, teasing tiny bits of the cock head behind me against my hole. I began moving my hips and took a big hit of poppers, my anxiety beginning to fade, and in my moment of inattention the man blowing me reached back for his partner's hips, pulling the cock behind me into my asshole. Halfway in I buried my own self down on it and began squeezing with my ass muscles. Clearly he had been close, as within seconds he announced "I'm shooting," roughly fucking me as he bred my ass. Afterwards they both left, leaving me silent, leaning against the wall. Shortly after this I made my way home. It has been a few days, and I still don’t know how to feel.

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Had posted on CL looking for some anon tops to use me while blindfolded at my place last night (Thursday). Got out of work early and decided to have some fun, and make it a motel room scene instead. Emailed all the guys who expressed interest, and as usually happens with CL guys, I got crickets. Not one answer back. SO, while at the motel (all cleaned out and lubed, I might add), I went on BBRT. Saw a guy online who I'd been messaging with, and invited him over. Early 30s, BBC, loves to breed fat white ass. In the 20 minutes it took him to arrive, I texted a couple of friends to see what they were up to. I was going to have to vacate the room shortly, so made arrangements for the other guys to meet me at my place later. My BBC top arrived at the motel and immediately ordered me doggy-style on the bed. No fooling around, no sucking, hell he didn't even undress! He just whipped out his already hard cock and jammed it into my hole and started pounding. I've been going a little nuts with the cock lately so my hole has gotten loose, but still it took some adjustment to get used to him. He grabbed my hips and slapped my ass, and after about 10 minutes of constant, solid pounding he rammed in balls deep and unloaded. I turned around and cleaned off his cock with my mouth like a good bottom should, then he zipped up and was gone into the night. Got home and my first friend was waiting for me. He doesn't top very often - not a huge fan - but after some amazing head I managed to convince him with my winking browneye that he should slide in, and slide in he did. He's got a thick shaft that curves up (sucking him upside down, it slides right down your throat!), about 7", and he entered me no problem. He's uncut and super-sensitive, though, so it was only a few minutes before I heard him grunt his load into me. As he was leaving, I texted my other friend to find out that he was only 20 minutes away. Another BBC, this one thick and with a curve to the left. I thought about douching to make sure I was still clean for him, but then I didn't want to lose the other loads, so said "fuck it." Third guy arrives, I go to town deep throating that beautiful cock of his. he grabs my head and throat-fucks me like there's no tomorrow. Before long he's pushing me onto my hands and knees and in one fluid motion he's inside me, pumping away. This guy can go for a while, especially if he hasn't been to the gym that day, and sure enough I was his workout. He rammed his cock into my ass over and over until I felt the tempo change, then he held my hips and I felt him shudder against me as the first load dumped into my guts. I was still hungry, though, and sometimes this guy was good for multiples. I once again cleaned his cock off with my mouth, and as I did he started getting hard again. As soon as he was, I resumed my doggy style position and he was inside me again. This one took longer, and I was almost exhausted by the time he shot a second load deep in me. I had planned to keep looking, but I was wiped out after that much fun. Had dinner and went to bed with 4 loads still in my ass.

Ultimate Stealth Being an independent contractor, I have to go where the work is, and I accepted a six month contract to work in Tampa, FL. I hired my partner to be my helper in the work, as I commonly do when I have to work out of town. We are each Poz, and we are nearing the point where we will need to go on meds, as our counts are getting high. But I expect we have about a year of still being potent. I tell you this because we enjoy being gifters, openly or by stealth. We’ve each knocked up about 20 men, and we were talking about how we might get that number higher during the time we were on contract. We decided to create new profiles on all the sex sites we use, new screen names, and to list ourselves as Neg and Safe Sex Only. We found a nice apartment on North Dale Mabry and rented sufficient furniture and made the second bedroom into our playroom, installing the one piece of furniture from home we had to bring with us, our big sling. This has seen years of use, and we are so glad we got the springs that make hard fucking such a pleasure. We also have a big mirror that we mount on top, not the little fish eye mirror some sites offer, but one almost as big as the sling stand itself. If the spotlight we clamp on the side is in the right place, the bottom can watch that cock disappear in his ass just like he was watching porn. So many men tell us that is one of the things they enjoy when we fuck them, after our big thick cocks. I think mine is thicker, but Johnny’s is just a bit longer, with a nice point that seeks out second sphincters so well. I don’t need to tell you how much we love to tag team breed in that sling. Each will fuck till he gets close, then the other takes over, and the fuck seems to go on forever. Plus we like to keep the head of the sling low, so the mouth of the bottom is at cock level. He can just turn his head and keep the next fucker sucked up hard and slick. Now eventually any breeding top will spew in his bottom’s hole, and then the other gets to fuck in his cum and plant his load on top. I love to pop a tight hole open and fuck him till I plant my load, but I also love to slide in on the warm blanket of another man’s cum. Seeing that white ring of cum around my shaft as I fuck is as much a turn-on as that marvelous feel of warm cum as the lube, a warm glove around my shaft as I fuck and breed ass. There is no better fuck lube than another man’s cum. And after I plant my load I always present my cummy cock to the bottom, so he can suck it clean and get to taste the cum of the various men that have given him their loads. I’m sure most of you know the pleasure and excitement of finding a Neg bottom that wants to convert. He will be so excited about it that he’s practically fucking himself on your Poz cock. The first man I ever knocked up was stiff as a poker the whole fuck, and when I told him it was the moment of conversion when he felt my Poz cock spasm in his ass, filling him with my poison seed, his cock exploded and shot cum over his head without him touching it. I’ve done lots of conversion scenes, and they all make me stiff thinking about them. But the ones that make my stiff cock drip are the ones I fucked and bred that didn’t know I was Poz and giving them dirty loads. I think stealth gifters are probably the dirtiest fuckers I know. And the worst ones are the ones that pass themselves off as Neg and Safe. And I guess that makes me a really dirty fucking bastard, ‘cause that’s what I do. So we got moved in and set up and found the local places, but as usual, most of the action came off the net. In order to set it up, we made sure to buy a big box of condoms, something we’ve never had to do before. And we got gloves for fisting, something else we’ve never had to do. But buying them was not nearly as bad as having to use them. But it was necessary to set the scene, so we did it. We had many men over and made sure they were safe as they did for us, and we were very careful to always use rubbers when we fucked them, and gloves for the few that wanted to fist. And after a month, we had a pretty good clientele. We had discussed how we might make the change from safe to raw play, and we decided we would wait and let the bottoms ask first, so we wouldn’t show our hand in the game. And sure enough, after about a month, they began to ask. And we refused, as that was not safe. We wanted to wait until about six weeks before we were to leave to begin playing raw, so that if anyone tested Poz, we would be long gone by that time. And the plan worked perfectly. The bottoms kept asking, can’t we play raw, since we’re all safe, and we used the standard speech, we don’t know where you’ve been or who you’ve played with, and they used the standard speech, only the bottom is at risk, the tops never get it, only bottoms get AIDS fucked up their ass. So slowly, about three months into the game, we began to give in. We would fuck safe with a man for the first loads, and then play raw at the end, when we were mostly out of cum and it was very unlikely that anyone would be infected. But we also began to plan our big party. By this time we had our targets in mind. Besides the single men, there was one Daddy that had a Boy and sometimes would bring some other Boys along. We wanted to nail Daddy, if possible, so if we didn’t get his Boys, he would, as he would often breed them, knowing they didn’t play raw with other men. So six weeks prior to the end of my contract, we set up the party. In our regular play we let them bring up the possibility of making this a bareback party, as we were all safe. And of course we refused at first, finally giving in to them. “OK, if that’s what you want, since we know we are all safe, we will do it bareback.” The week prior we both had to be good and not fuck with each other or anyone else, so our balls would be as full of dirty Poz cum as possible. We set the party for a Saturday night, and invited Daddy and his Boy, and he would bring two other Boys, so we each could have one to start with, and then trade around. And the times we were with Daddy prior to this, we made sure to include him in the rimming, so he was accustomed to us rimming his ass, just to warm him up or while he was fucking. After a while he got to enjoy it, which is what we wanted. When it got to the point that he would offer us his ass for rimming just before he would start to fuck his Boy, we knew we had our man. When the given Saturday arrived, we skipped dinner after a light lunch and took Viagra, so we knew we would stay UP for all the action ahead of us. By the time the men arrived we were both about to bust to breed ass, so after we’d all had a beer and gotten naked, we were very glad when the Boys started to suck the Dads. And we made sure to rim all the Boys well, so that rimming became part of the fuck ritual. I was fortunate to get Daddy’s Boy first; Johnny got one of the others and Daddy got the odd Boy out. I got Daddy’s Boy in the sling and made sure he had his poppers as I ate his ass, and I ate it even longer than normal, so he was begging for my dick. And all that spit made it easy to slide home raw in that cute tight ass. He really was a great Boy for Dad, but all I was thinking about at this point was trying not to spurt too early. I wanted to give him a long hard fuck and wear his ass out good, so the Poz cum I would inject would take. So I started out slow and easy, and then would build it up and really begin to pound his ass, which he loves, and then I would back off and play with his ass lips on the head of my cock, again till he would beg me to fuck him hard. After several times of soft and easy and then hard pounding, I knew I was getting to the point that I couldn’t take it much longer. I looked around and saw Johnny fucking one of the Boys on the bed, and Daddy had another Boy on the opposite side, so the Boys were kissing each other while the Dads had their legs over their shoulders. I think Dad hit the point of no return first and planted his load. “Damn, don’t it feel good to breed a Boy’s ass!” he shouted as he spurted his load. And about that time Johnny let go his dirty load, and he just looked at me and smiled that dirty breeder look while he dumped his poison load in. So it was my turn, and I increased my tempo and fucked that Boy as hard as I’ve ever fucked any man, and felt my dirty cock spew as I gave him the poison load that he will never forget. He was telling me how good it felt to have a man cum in his ass, but he was preaching to the choir; I’ve heard that so many times, and I’ve told every one of them, once you take a load raw, you’ll never want another rubber in your ass, you want cum! We all had to take a break after that, so we sat around drinking beer and smoking till the Boys started sucking dick again. I had told Johnny beforehand that we would each knock up a Boy, and then in the next round, he would knock up the Boy that didn’t get any Poz cum the first time, and I would go after Dad. So Johnny went after the Boy that still needed his Poz load, and Dad went after the one that got Johnny’s load, and that left me with Dad’s Boy again. I was letting him suck me and playing with his ass; he knew I had already had him, so he was biding time till Johnny could have a turn at his ass. But I was aiming for Dad. I got down behind Dad as he was fucking the Boy with the Poz cum in his ass, and began to rim him as he fucked ass. He pulled out a little to give me a better target, as he knew the rimming helped him get stiff to fuck again. And then he resumed fucking, and with the help of the rimming, it wasn’t long before he planted his second load. This time when the Boys went out with Johnny for beer and smoke time, I made sure that Dad stayed back, as I sucked his cock clean and just generally made him feel comfortable on the bed. I had him lie back with his legs over the end of the bed, and finished tongue cleaning up his bush and balls, and then I put his legs on my shoulders and began to rim him again. I knew this would turn him on, and despite having planted two loads in a relatively short time, he was beginning to get stiff again. Funny thing, a man’s tongue in your asshole will do that to you. So I’m slobbering all over his ass and making love to his hole, and he raised his legs off my shoulders to give me better access. I couldn’t have asked for a better path to my target. At the edge of the bed I had put a small container of Crisco, and I was greasing my cock up, and despite having planted a load earlier, the thought of knocking up Daddy had my cock stiff and dripping. So when Daddy was holding his legs up and moving his ass on my tongue, I knew this was my chance. I got up as quickly as I could, and I stuck my greasy cockhead up his ass. The pop of the cockhead parting ass sure got his attention, so I leaned over him to begin kissing him, pressing his legs to his chest, and forcing my cock up his ass. I had greased up well, so I just slid home after popping open that tight hole. He was trying to protest and get me off, but I was telling him how wonderful he was, what a man he was, all the things you say to a man to get in his ass. And I think he was actually enjoying it, as he started kissing me back and stopped resisting as I began to work my cock in till I was balls deep. I imagine Daddy had been fucked before, as just about every gay man has been at some point in his life. He may not like it, but he will accept it. I always say “When you open your body to the root of his manhood, both receive pleasure!” And though I may not enjoy having the shit fucked out of me, I do like to feel a man inside me sometimes. And having the Boys out of the room removed any feel of shame he might have felt if his Boy had been there watching. And after I got going I could tell he was getting into it, even though I bet he would never admit it. But my problem was how excited I was; I knew I couldn’t keep this up much longer, as I was so hot to breed this man with my Poz cum. So our fuck was not long, but I ended it with a very hot and heavy slap-ass breeding that I hoped would do the job. I sure did enjoy watching his face filled with pleasure as I filled his ass with my poison cum. One of the problems with stealth breeding is you get too excited doing it and cum too soon. When I pulled out I felched around his ass to clean up any drips, so that the Boys wouldn’t see he had taken a load, but I didn’t suck any Poz cum out, I wanted it to stay in there and take hold. I suggested we go join the others after a last kiss and thanks for a hot fuck. We went in and found the Boys about to drag Johnny back in for another round, so we let them go play for a while I had a smoke and Dad had a beer. Then after a long enough pause to recharge, we went back in. Johnny was fucking Dad’s Boy in the sling and the other two were fucking each other, but when we came back in they untangled and the one I had not yet fucked sucked me and I got in him while the other did the same to Dad. I think each Boy had two loads by this point, and I had fired so hard and deep that I doubted I had any cum left, but I had a stiff Viagra dick that was loving fucking in the cum in his kid’s ass and I did my best to work it in good and hard, even if I couldn’t add any more but a dribble of demon seed into it. We finally gave up late in the night/early morning, and Dad and the Boys left us to collapse and recuperate. But before they left we made plans for a going away party the last Saturday we were to be there. And what a party that was. Dad came back with the two Boys, and we invited all the men we had been fucking raw, and they all came except one that had the flu (we hoped it was the Poz fuck flu). Johnny and I held off the week prior, again so that our balls were full, and we tried to nail the ones we were not sure of. There were a couple of guys with the sniffles, so we were getting out of town just in time. After we left as many men as possible dripping our poison cum, we packed up the sling and stole away in the night, deleting our profiles and our screen names and changing our email addresses and profiles back to what they had been before: Poz breeders, dirty raw fuckers, only plant our loads, no condoms allowed! And if you’re interested in converting, talk to us! Jerry Prince 11/9/12

The straight, clean-cut 40-something year old guy on Craigslist posted for a woman who would take the four-day load in his nuts. He wanted a blowjob. Evidently, he was having no luck because when I emailed him playfully suggesting that a guy might do a better job with that, he actually emailed me back. He had just struck out with a third woman and was pretty frustrated. The more we emailed back and forth, the more I could tell he was just your average guy who was kind of losing his mind because he was so horny, and ready to try anything. He asked me whether I was HIV negative and clean. I replied I was. He claimed he had received a blowjob from his college roommate a couple times and had enjoyed the experience, and in all truth, the real obstacle didn't seem getting a blowjob from a guy, but convincing him I didn't expect anything in return. He actually wanted me to explain what I get out of it, so I told him how I got off servicing a man, especially a straight man. I told him how just a fantasy of a straight man using me to empty nuts kind of makes me crazy. He made a big point about asking whether I enjoyed tasting a man's semen. I replied "Yeah, I really get off on it." He finally agreed to give it a try, saying he'd come over to my house. When he showed up my initial thought was that he had honestly been somewhat self-deprecating in his self-description. He had said he was clean-cut , but when he stepped into my living room, he was every gay guy's fantasy of the straight guy who wants a blowjob. He was wearing kind of a thick coat because it was cold outside, but when he took it off and I saw him in his T-shirt and sweats, I couldn't believe how lucky I was that night. We talked for a while, and then I asked if he was ready. He answered 'yeah', so I suggested we go to the back bedroom. I hadn't blown a guy in a while, so I was really hungry to play with him. When we arrived in the bedroom he sort of hesitated as he stood next to the bed, so I stepped over to him, went down on my knees and began feeling up his cock inside of his sweats. He got hard quickly. I began to mouth his penis through the material. Slowly, I began to work his sweats down his legs. Underneath of the sweats he was wearing gray boxer briefs, and I could see the outline of his throbbing dick. Remember I said he was kind of self-deprecating? He described his dick as somewhat thick and a bit of a longer 'unit'. If there ever was an understatement, this was it. After tonguing the salty wet spot his pre-cum had created when it soaked through his boxers, I finally worked his boxer briefs off. His dick was at least eight inches and really thick. I began to work on his cock, sucking the head, and then kind of showing off my skills at deep throating him. The entire time, he leaked pre-come like crazy. I could tell it had been a while since the boy had gotten any attention. Finally he asked if he could sit down, and I told him of course he could. I reminded him that this was about taking care of his needs. Once he was comfortable I got between his legs and continued to work on his rigid dick. My dick was rock hard, and it was kind of uncomfortable in my boxers , so I decided to take them off, and he didn't seem to mind. A few times I could tell he was getting close to cumming, and each time I deliberately backed-off, and when he had calmed down I went back to sucking him. His nuts were extremely sensitive, so he asked me to be careful with them, and I gently tongued them. After about 20 minutes I could tell he had held out about as long as he could, only to have his suggest "Hey, let's change positions." I was kind of surprised he wanted to do that because I could swear he was moments away from ejaculating, but I said "Sure, whatever you want." Then he ordered me to lay on my back. I complied, assuming he was going to mount my face and fuck it to finish up, but instead, without even asking, he began to rub his leaking penis against my asshole. I was stunned - we hadn't said anything about anal, but he was clearly about to cum, and it was also clear he was going to take what he wanted. Fortunately I habitually prep my ass whenever I blow a guy, just in case. It's only happened a time or two, but I like to be ready, and that night I was glad I was prepared. Throughout the entire blowjob, he leaked what tasted like gallons of pre-come , and now he was pre-cumming all over my asshole. Without any hesitation or ceremony, he just hunched forward and the head of his big cock popped into my ass. In two strokes, he was balls deep and then he stiffened, not making a single sound, but I could feel he was ejaculating his sperm into me. He knew he was going to come when I was blowing him, and I had even told him I would swallow when he was ready because he complained that women usually wouldn't swallow cum, but instead of blowing his load in my mouth, when push came to shove, and he needed to empty his nuts, he simply decided he wanted to do it in my cunt. Afterwards we talked and joked about the experience. He said that he really thought this would work for him — he thought it would take the edge off when he was dating women if he didn't have to sleep with them to get his rocks off. He made sure he got my real email address and phone number and then asked when I'd be free again. It's been a couple hours since he left, and I'm jacking off as I feel his straight semen leaking out of my used ass. He's going to be back. Thanks for listening — I just had to tell the story, because I couldn't believe it happened, even though I'm laying here right now with an aching asshole because a straight guy decided to finish his male business inside me.

I meet up with a hook-up from BBRT. He was a Thai, muscle bear, 27 years old. His status said 'ask me'. I'm neg but had also listed myself as 'ask me'. We exchanged pics and agreed to meet at his apartment. His cock was six inches, and was quite a thick, massive cock! We stripped and got into action. After 15 minutes of foreplay we were both leaking precum, and he rimmed me well and started to slide an inch into my hole. Then, leaning forward, he kissed me, and so I began pushing back with my hips, encouraging him to slide in, when he said "Please don't push back, I'm not wearing a condom and I'm poz." I was mortified, and sensing as much he asked "Do you have a condom?" [Well, since when its the bottom's duty to bring a condom? (Or is it actually the bottom's duty? It's kinda debatable, isn't it?] "Shall we do anal another day then?" I asked. "I don't think neither of us can pull back from this situation right now. Don't you agree?" he asked, grinning, as he pushed himself deeper into my ass. Well, he was right, I suppose, but to be honest I wasn't lubed up properly and really hurt me, so I found myself hugging him as he thrust is cock in. So there I was, taking my second known poz cock. My ass swallowed his entire dick and he stay in that position, gazing at my body and fondling my nipples and kissing me, at one point commenting "I knew you still want to get fuck." Please don't cum in me," I responded, adding "and make sure you pull out when you're close." He didn't comment, but pumped me steadily for five minutes or so in the missionary position, then switched to doggy and power-fucked me, all the while his rhythm got increasingly fast and hard, which I took as a tell-tale sign that he was on the verge of cumming. Again I pleaded "Please, don't cum inside me," but he didn't stop, nor did he say anything. Instead he pinned me down on his bed, his legs locking my legs, and his palms locking my elbow. Obviously I knew what was about to happen. Part of me didn't even think about struggling, and I guess that was what was in control, because I distinctly felt him unloading his jizz into my ass, and even then he didn't stop fucking me. Five minutes later he pushed me onto my side and spooned me, resuming fucking me, but this time slower. I dug deep for a shred of courage to ask "Did you cum?" "Maybe. Yeah, I think so." I knew I just taken poz cum. He then kissed my neck, wrapping his muscular, buff arms around me, and spooning me while fucking me at a somewhat slower speed. Coupled with the smoothing background music and dim lighting, he caressed me for the next ten minutes, spoon-fucking me as he stroked my cock. Then, without warning, I got his second poz load. This time, he stick his dick in, hug me in spoon position, playing with my nipple with his left hand and jerking me till I shot my load. After all this play we were both sweaty, and creating quite a mess, so we rested for ten minutes or so and then headed to the shower where he soaped me up, and looking at me in the large full length bathroom mirror, he again hugged me from the back, and yes, again I felt his erect dick teasing my ass as he whispered in my ear "I'd like to try for a third load," stroking my chest and abdomen down to my semi-erect cock. The third fuck was the most brutal. He pistoned-fucked deep, using very hard strokes, in the process hitting my prostate and the walls. It was an amazing combination of pain and pleasure. After a good five minutes I auto-came, and apparently he was so turned on by the fact that I had cum that he came shortly afterwards. I had a hard time trying to minimize the leak of his cum whilst on my way back. It was a somewhat terrifying experience, but still it was very memorable.

Ah, bathhouse sex. I remember a bathhouse in Victoria, Canada. I was there for work, and stuck in a hotel mid week with co-workers. Claiming an upset stomach, I begged off going to dinner with the group. No sooner had they left than I cracked open the phone book and found the local bathhouse which, by good fortune, as only a five minute walk from my hotel. I made record time, signed in, and set about exploring the place. It was midweek, and much too early, so I took the view that I would take whatever I could get. I took a quick shower, grabbed my towel, and start searching. There were only about three guys in the whole place, so I found my way to the Porn room, figuring I could at least take care of myself. I had been in the porn room, watching the video for only a few minutes when the attendant, wearing only a T-shirt and a hard-on walked in. Within seconds I had a nice mouthful, but blowing a working guy is a problem as he had to keep leaving to make sure no one was waiting to get in. After a few cycles of this he asked if I would like to blow him from under the counter. Would I!?!??!!! As we are headed into the check-in area he rubbed my ass, which suggested he was up for more than a blow job. Once we arrived at his work station, I reached down to put my towel and keys in a safe location, while at the same time I let him know how much my ass would love his cock. Then, of course, I dropped down to my knees, and out-of-sight of the waiting room, I went down on him - only for a customer to arrive. I figured I would have to stop, but he grabbed my head, and held his long cock down my throat, slowly pulling me forward to show the customer what was going on. It turned-out the customer was a friend of his, and the occasion readily turned into a threesome behind the counter. I ended the night with three loads in my ass and two down my throat - which, of course, made work the next day very difficult. But it was totally worth it.

I like those Mexican wrestler masks or a ski mask, I'm not fucking picky. I have a list for seed and I don't care if you look like Mike Myers.

...so here I am. It's six months since I tested poz, and the virus has agressively invaded my body. I am already losing weight, and have thrush in my mouth and a sore on my cock which won't clear up. But I'm not on meds, as I'm scared of the side effects even though I'm coughing a lot. The small room behind the biohazard door is lit with a dim red light as I lounge on a bench, smiling at the regulars as we wait patiently for our prey. The door opens, and the moustachioed man enters with a small, chubby twink in tow. The lads eyes are glassy, and I'm guessing he's either high or drunk. He's soon enveloped by diseased, sweating bodies and begins to squeal with pleasure as his cock is sucked and eager fingers probe his arse, smearing lube feom filthy tubes into his hole. There is a struggle, a squirming of bodies, and then he is face down on the bench with a fithy rag soaked in poppers over his face, and his pale, flabby body is no longer struggling. Someone pulls his arse cheeks apart and climbs aboard, sliding into the lad who squeals like a pig. It doesn't take long before the top grunts and delivers the first poz load, before standing back and grinning at me. I take his place, feeling my cock slide deliciously into the hot, wet hole and even as I start to spurt I wonder who's sperm will knock-up the the lucky lad....

DAMN HOT! Love nasty dirty verbal, begging for thick hot loads! Would love to have someone fuck me or take my cock and tape it with both of us getting verbal for cum - and if it's poz cum even louder and hungrier! Any takers?!

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...

A couple years back, I was fortunate enough to experience full-on trucker sex. At a truck stop. In his sleeper cab. And because it was always a fantasy of mine and it really happened, it is probably my favorite sex story I get to brag about. I was living in the south at the time, and driving home late one Sunday after visiting friends in a city a couple hours away. I had to piss bad, so I pulled into a Pilot gas station an dashed to the restroom. It was close to midnight and there wasn't a lot going on there. There were quite a few idling semi's in the parking lot, but the station was empty. I found the restroom, hauled out my cock and started relieving my distended bladder. About halfway through my piss the bathroom door opened and this skinny, older guy walks up to the urinal next to mine to do his business. The nice thing about this bathroom was that the urinals were those floor to chest models, with no partition inbetween. Perfect for sneaking a glance. The trucker (which I learned he was) had hauled out both his cock and balls through the fly and was pissing no-handed so I had prime viewing. And he was dangling some serious meat! It was thin, but long, with a heavy set of balls. I finished pissing through a semi-hardon. Which, I could see, had caught the Trucker's eye. When he finished, he spent a LONG time milking the piss from his cock, getting himself hard in the process. Naturally I stoked with him, letting him see my interest. After about a minute he said "My truck's just outside." I nodded at him. He put his cock and balls away and said "It's the white Freightliner on the far end. Give me a minute head start before you follow. Come up the passenger's side. I'll have the curtains pulled." Then he was out the door. I stayed in the bathroom and debated what to do. Should I climb into a strange rig? He could be a kidnapper or killer. Or he could be setting me up to get my ass beaten. But the hard cock I'd seen on him made me decide to go for it, so after waiting as I had been told, I headed out. The Freightliner was surprisingly spacious inside. I sat in the passenger seat, all nervous, and he in the driver's seat. He rubbed his package and I sunk to my knees, unzipped him, and pulled it out. Trucker was a skinny, redneck Daddy type, and his cock was every bit of eight inches. Thin, but very long, with a nice head on the end, which I popped right into my mouth. He tasted like he'd been driving and sweating all day. I worked his meat for awhile, until he said "I hope you like to get fucked, because I need some ass." I told him that I did and it had always been a fantasy to take a trucker's cock in his sleeper area. "C'mon then" he said and led me to the back. Right behind the front seats we walked into like a mini-bedroom of sorts. There was a microwave, coffee maker, little end table, and a small tv mounted on the bulkhead. There was also the main lower bed and a flip down bunk which was stowed into the wall. He lay on the bed and I stripped my clothes off. He had me suck him some more before he reached for the KY. He lubed up an fingered my hole while I straddled him. Then he used his hands on my hips to gently push me down to his cock. Because he wasn't super thick, once his head popped in I slid all the way down to the base. "Aww fuck yeah! That's what I need-- a hot hole on my dick!" I bobbed up and down for maybe five minutes, gyrating my ass and squeezing my ass muscles to make his cock feel good. Then almost without warning he said "Fuck, I'm cumming!" And I felt his head pulsing way up inside me. Now I don't mind saying I was just a tad disappointed by him cumming quickly. I was just starting to relax and enjoy his cock. Plus the throb of the idling diesel engine and actually being fucked in a truck had me turned on to where I was rock hard. Figuring we were done, I start to pull off him. "Wait, don't go anywhere. I can cum at least twice without going soft. Just keep riding it and you'll get another load if you want." Was this guy for real?? Evidently he was (or the Viagra was), because I kept slowly riding and milking his cock and true to his word, he never went limp. In fact, within five minutes he was fully hard again and thrusting up into me. I rode him another fifteen to twenty minutes, and toward the end my orgasm was building in my nuts. I was pitched forward and slamming down onto his dick while he shoved upward into me. His dick was massaging everything just right. "Dude, you're gonna make me cum! I'm not even striking it, and I'm gonna cum!" Understand at this point I only ever had tow or three no-hands orgasms in my life. They were still a rare novelty. So he fucked me until my load was shooting all over his chin and chest. I shuddered with delight and was spent. When my orgasm subsided, I started to pull off him again. You know how it is, once you cum you want the cock out of your ass ASAP. "Whoa, slugger, where do you think you're going? I ain't finished yet." With that he grabbed my hips hard and started thrusting up into my ass again. I wish I could say that this part was hot too, but to be honest my ass was getting really sore and I just really wanted him to be done. But he just kept fucking and fucking me. I gritted my teeth and tried to do everything to hurry his orgasm. I worked my ass muscles. I worked his nipples. I pushed the spot below his balls. All while praying that he would fucking blow his load. It probably took an additional ten minutes of him drilling me before he suddenly tensed up and shouted, "Fuuuuuck yeah!" And once again I could feel his bulbous cock head twitching and throbbing deep inside me. Once he shot the last of his load, he smacked my ass twice, and said, "NOW you can get off my dick, and the hell out of my truck." I dressed very quickly and skulked back to my car. My ass leaked his cum all the rest of the way home, an when I got there I jacked off twice thinking about my trucker fuck.

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

Note to all my stories: What I post in the fiction section is really and truly fiction, products of my diseased, perverted mind. This story had its start in a guy I saw at Club Z many years ago, long before I discovered bugchasing. He was a troll, looking at him disgusted me, skinny, wasted, missing teeth, much like the Troll in this story. As revolted as I was I couldn't help being fascinated by his cock, it was lovely. Long, hard, perfectly formed, my mouth almost watered watching him stroke it slowly as he looked me in the eye. I wanted to suck it, feel it slide up my ass, squirt me full of his obviously diseased cum. He smiled at me and I turned and fled. I never saw him again, but I still think, what if...? Infected By the AIDS Troll I swallowed when I looked at the Troll, he was obviously sick. I'd seen guys with full blown AIDS before and it had always disgusted me. Now it made my dick hard to look at him and imagine his diseased cock raping my neg ass. He was gaunt, obviously ill, with a big belly that was not from beer. His legs were spotted with a few small Kaposi's marks. He didn't look that bad, but he obviously had AIDS. Did I actually want to let this diseased, AIDS ridden troll fuck me and cum in me? My dick throbbed with the answer, I did. I'd taken never taken a load I knew was poz, had just tested neg after a long dry spell. Now was my chance to get what all my jerk off fantasies revolved around, taking a poz load. I'd finally had to admit to myself that it turned me on more because it would be a load of AIDS cum. We were at a meet and greet for poz men. The organizers put a line in the publicity for the meeting that reluctantly welcomed 'poz friendly neg men', an obvious euphemism for bugchasers like me. I'd recently admitted to myself that I was a bugchaser, what better place to find someone willing and eager to spread the bug than here? I'd thought I'd meet some hot, young, fit guy and go back to his place and get poz fucked. Now my asshole was wet and aching to feel the Troll's diseased cock raping it, tearing it up, making it bleed so his AIDs bug would surely infect me. Troll smiled, a big, shit-eating grin. sure enough, no teeth, just raw gums. I almost shot my load, he was disgusting, I knew I'd be his bitch in minutes. He'd zeroed in and approached me, his name was Tom. The place was packed, he pushed up against me, pressing his hard cock into my butt, then reached around and groped my equally hard cock. We spoke briefly, then he wandered away and circulated, but his eyes kept track of me. My descent into bugchasing started when I saw references to 'charged loads', 'gifting' and 'pozzing' on the net. Soon all my fantasies featured me taking poz loads. When I first stumbled across accounts of young guys taking loads from old, AIDS ridden trolls I'd been revolted, but my dick was always rigid and oozing. More and more I jerked off to more extreme bugging fantasies featuring disgusting AIDS ridden trolls. Why was my dick hard and oozing, about to cum in my pants when I looked at him? I tried desperately to hide it, but I wanted him to bend me over the table and give me the hardest buttfucking of my life, ramming his diseased cock in me hard enough to tear my ass bloody and give the virus that infected his cum a straight shot at my bloodstream. Tom snickered as looked me up and down, he knew what I needed. He wore loose sweat bottoms and his cock was swelling as he looked me, tenting the crotch of the sweats. I couldn't help but stare, it was obviously large, thick and long, I went weak in the knees with a need to suck it, to make it grow, make it hard, so he could violate my neg ass and infect me with his disease. The place had thinned out a bit, men were making out, a few were on their knees sucking, one pair were fucking urgently. Tom looked at me and leered, my time was near. He pushed his sweats down and his cock flopped out. I whimpered, it was beautiful, magnificent, long, thick, big helmet head, a long foreskin lapping over a huge PA. My ass ached as I thought of how much it would hurt when he shoved that AIDS dick in me, how he'd tear my ass open and create clear paths for his disease to find it's way into my bloodstream and infect me. He pulled his shirt up and pushed his sweats down, he was gaunt and wasted, full belly, obviously diseased, Kaposi's on his thighs. I swallowed and dropped my pants to my knees, then turned around, leaned against the drink rail and stuck my ass out. Seconds later I felt the wet head of Tom's cock nuzzle my needy asshole. I moaned and pushed back, he chuckled and slapped me. "Easy, boy! I'm the boss here, you're nothing but a sick bugchasing bitch. You'll get what you want, but you'll get it like I want to give it to you. Tom pumped nine inches of hard dick in and out of me. He popped the head out, then back in, fuck it felt good! A few more minutes of slow fucking and he chuckled. "You like my AIDS dick in you, don't you?" "Fuck yeah, fuck it's good, give it to me." "Oh, I will, you're gonna get what you want tonight, gonna pump a creamy load of my AIDS cum into your tight neg ass, just like you want. I'm full blown. Yeah, you're gonna get it tonight, gonna poz you tonight, gonna infect you tonight." My stomach lurched when he said that. His dick felt so good in me, I loved he had AIDS. He would infect me, I should ask him to stop, or pull out and cum on my ass, not in it. It was so good getting fucked, it was so hot having an AIDS infected cock in me. My ass felt really wet, like when a man had cum in me, had he? I couldn't, but I knew some guys could cum more than once per fuck. Had he already shot in me? My dick pulsed at the thought, I could have AIDS cum in me now! I almost shot my load, it was so hot thinking about getting AIDS cum in me, I wanted it. "You gonna cum in me, gonna fill me with AIDS cum?" "Already shot once, your neg ass is full of my AIDS cum, my AIDS babies are in you now, I just pozzed you, just infected you, you got my strain." I moaned and shot my load, it was too late, he'd cum in me. No point in asking him to stop. And it felt so good, I wanted another load of his poison cum. "Fuck that's hot, cum in me again, give me another load of AIDS cum!" "Oh, I am, I'm pozzing you tonight, just like you wanted." "Fuck yeah, poz me, give it to me, poz me, infect me with HIV! Give me your strain!" I wanted it, wanted to get pozzed, infected with HIV. I might already have been, would be if he fucked me enough. Yes, he was infecting me now. "Sure thing, bitch, gonna infect you tonight, just like you want, gonna infect you with HIV." "Yes, infect me, infect me with HIV. I want you to infect me with HIV, I want your strain!" I looked at him fucking me in the mirror, he was full blown, he had AIDS. I felt his swollen AIDS belly against me and knew he was for real. I wanted his strain. "Give me your load, I want your strain, infect me with HIV!" "Already have you sick fucking faggot, already infected you, take my AIDS cum, faggot!" He shoved in hard and moaned, I felt his cock swell and a warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated and filled my ass with his AIDS cum, giving me his strain.

Hi there. Just telling my story about getting pozzed. My fuck friend invited me to join him on his trip to a party for members who are already poz. Six times a year they have their parties, and each time approximately a hundred guys get together and have fun with each other, all walking around the room, fucking bare or getting fucked bare, no questions asked. I got the gift there, just laying in a sling in a darkroom waiting until the next man came into the room. That night I received ten loads in my ass. The act of being fucked so much, and knowing poz guys were breeding me, made me fucking horny Have fun guys. xxxx

My Fast Alley Pozzing I could feel semen ooze out of my sore asshole as I sat and sipped whiskey. Taking my first poz load had taken all of fifteen minutes. I smiled and wondered if I was infected. Fifteen minutes ago my phone had rattled with a text forwarded from BBRT. It was from PozSanta, a top that lived nearby. "I want to fuck you, now. Alley behind new Thai place." "Yes." "5 minutes." "On the way. I knocked my whiskey back and headed out the door, I'd have to hurry. BBRT showed his current location to be closer than I was, I wanted his load bad. He listed his HIV status as 'Positive'. BBRT had another option for 'Undetectable', so I assumed he was not on meds and his VL was high. I was neg. This fuck could infect me with HIV. I wanted it. For several years my favorite jerk off fantasies had featured me taking poz loads, I'd always chickened out. There was a 1 in 70 chance of one fuck infecting me, I told myself I was going to roll the dice. I wasn't exactly lying, I didn't want to get infected, but when I jerked off I muttered to myself, 'fuck me, cum in me, knock me up, infect me with HIV, please infect me'. The idea of getting infected was what really got me off. Fuck it, I was going to do it, roll the dice. Now. The alley was surprisingly well lit, I saw a man walking toward me, then he ducked into a doorway twenty feet from me. I looked in, he was standing half in the light with his cock out, stroking slowly. It was the cock in his profile, not long, but thick, curved, oozing precum. I walked up and took it in my hand, he was ready, hard, wet, oozing. I turned, sidling into the dark doorway and pushed my pants down, bent over, legs spread. He moved to me, the wet head of his dick nuzzled my hole. I moaned and pushed back. He grunted and shoved in deep. I whimpered and shuddered, I had a poz dick in me! He growled and started fucking me slowly, stroking deep, pulling out and popping back in. I whined and tightened my hole, he pushed hard, violating me. It hurt like I wanted. "Neg bitch likes my poz dick, don't you?" "Yes, yes, fuck me, cum in me, give it to me!" "You want my poz cum, you want my bug, you want me to poz you?" "Fuck, yeah, poz me, knock me up, poz me!" I shuddered and sobbed as he fucked my ass with his toxic cock, this was what I wanted, a man fucking his virus into me. "Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me...." His arms squeezed me hard, his cock shoved deep and twitched, swelled, I felt hot, poison semen jet out into my guts as he ejaculated deep in me. I jerked in orgasm , my cock squirted a load onto the wall I was leaning on, my ass squeezed his death cock hard, milking more venom into me. "Yeah, cum in me, cum in me, give it to me, poz me, knock me up, infect me, infect me good..." He trembled and held his dick deep in me, both of us breathing hard, shuddering, his cock swelling and twitching, pumping a few last squirts of lethal virus into me. "Fuck yeah, fuck, giving it to you, infecting you good, bitch! You got my bug, bitch, welcome to the club." He sighed, dropped his arms and backed away. His softening cock slid out and a rush of warm, virus laden cum ran down my legs. I pulled up my shorts and pants as I heard him walk away. A few minutes later I was back on my barstool, a celebratory glass of bourbon in front me. I sighed and savored the soreness in my asshole and the wet feel of my shorts, soaked in toxic semen. I made a mental note to buy canned soup and gatorade the next day, just in case.

Dad's Boy I didn't mean to do it. I just couldn't help myself. There are times I get overcome by my own lust, and I just get carried away. I was turned on when we finally met, he was my ideal of a "son" to my "dad". Though a little older than what you might conceive of as my son, he was nonetheless my ideal of what I want in a boy. And add to that the fact that he was in total leather, matching my outfit, it was just a match. We had chatted so much about this first meeting. We each knew what turned the other on. He liked my cigars and I liked his boyish good looks and attitude. And when we met and then kissed, it was that sort of 'dream come true' event. That first kiss seemed to last forever. Not only were our tongues exploring each other's mouths, our hands were exploring each other's bodies. And shortly he had my stiff, drippin cock out of my jeans, and fell to his knees to give me one of those blowjobs you dream about. I was still smokin my cigar, and the smoke was about to fill the motel room, I was smokin so hard while he hit all the hot spots. When he rose up and kissed me again, tastin my cigarspit and me tastin that great cock/precum taste on his lips, I was just too turned on. I had his belt loose and his jeans around his ankles before he knew what happened. And even though we were lip locked, I could still get his cock out of his jockstrap and feel the precum on the tip of his cock. I rubbed it the length of his rockhard cock, and slipped my cock between his legs. I guess it was the way he opened his legs to let my cock in that so excited me. I could tell he wanted it then, even though he had told me he was still HIV negative and didn't want any raw sex with a Poz guy like me. I had my hands up under his shirt workin his nips and was kissing and licking his face till he was just a puppy in my paws. I gently moved him around, kissing his neck and massaging his ass cheeks, until I was behind him, nibbling his earlobes. That was when my stiff meat found his ass crack and set course for his asshole. I was pushing hard against him, trying to get my tongue in his ear, when he sort of fell against the wall and then braced himself against it with both hands, intending to turn back around, but by then I had a nip in each hand, having thrown down my dead cigar, and he was moving in response, enjoying it too much to protest. And my cockhead had found his puckered rosebud of an asshole, one of those that seems to have an arrow tattooed above it, saying "FUCK HERE". And I had him by the arms, holding him tight as I kissed and bit his neck. "Oh, Daddy!" he kept saying, over and over, as if he was trying to persuade himself not to resist. When I pushed and began to feel my cockhead penetrate, he stiffened. "Daddy, don't make me do this, please," he pleaded, and he turned his head slightly towards me. I reached around and kissed him. "It's gonna be OK, son, just relax," I said, and I made a hip thrust that popped him open. I love that feel on my cockhead, when you first pop a boy open like that. There is no feel like it in the world, tight and hot, and then so warm and wet and wonderful. I just couldn't help myself then, I drew him to me, hugging him tight, kissing all over his face and neck, so he didn't notice so much that I was impaling him on my cock. By the time I think he knew what was happening, he was fucked. I had my cock almost all the way up his ass. And he was loving it, you could tell he was trying to fight the urge, but wanting it so bad. All the time I was kissing him, I kept telling him it was fine, he was all right, this will be great, just relax and enjoy it, son, give yourself to your dad. Then suddenly he gave a kind of shudder, and bucked hard back against me. "Oh, Daddy, take me, take my ass, make me your Boy!" "That's it son, enjoy this fuck, feel your Daddy's hard cock up your ass, love that stiff meat so deep inside you!" He was with me then, meeting every thrust. When I'd hit bottom he'd grab me hard and tight, as much fuckin my dick with his ass as I was fuckin his hole with my rod. "Make me your Boy, Daddy, fuck your Boy, show me how much you want me Daddy!" I was in the heavy strokes now, fuckin his ass hard. My juices were flowing. When I get a hot ass like this, the first fuck is hot and heavy and doesn't take too long. I knew I was getting close. "Where do you want Daddy's load, boy?" I asked, as I held him tight and humped him hard. "Give me your load, Daddy, make me your Boy, plant that load UP MY ASS!" He was buckin hard, and if I had really wanted to pull out, it would have been difficult, as he was in pace with me so well. "Oh, God, Son, I can't help it, here it is, take it boy, take Daddy's hot cum up your ass." "Daddy, show me how much you love me, fuck me, fuck my ass, give me your juice, Daddy, FUCK ME HARD!" I lit into him hard then, I could feel the cum move from my balls up the length of my shaft and begin to spurt out deep inside him. And I think he must've felt something, even though I know you have to learn to feel it when a guy cums up your ass. There was just something about the way he moved, like he was suckin the cum up deep inside himself. We both hit the spot at the same time. "OH GOD!" we both shouted in unison. "Here it is boy, here's Daddy's cream, take Daddy's load, you're MY BOY now!" "Hit me hard, Daddy, show me how much you love me, pound that jizz in my hot hole, fuck me Daddy, FUCK MY ASS, DADDY!" I held him tight and shot my final spurts as deep inside as I could, knowing I was tying him to me in a way no man ever had before. I was converting him to my son in more ways than one, I was makin him my BOY in a truly positive manner. His ass drew up so tight on my shaft, I thought sure he must be spurting his load. His ass was suckin the cum up deep, and he began to flex under me, I could feel his whole body moving, as if he was absorbing the sex and distributing it throughout his body. We held that position a long time. Sweat was dripping down my nose, and he was sweaty feeling as I ran my hands over his chest and caressed his nips. I still had all my clothes on, my fuckin cock out of my pants, but otherwise still as I had walked into the room. His pants were around his ankles, but he still had on the jockstrap, shirt, vest and leather jacket. We both were soaked under all that clothing. But neither moved, we were still in that great Dad/Son connection, feeling the cum that bound us together. Shortly he stopped vibrating, coming back to reality, realizing what had happened. He sort of slumped at that point, I thought he might be crying, so I pulled out and turned him around and kissed him. He was crying, or at least he had tears in his eyes, so I kissed the tears away, and he began to respond. When I put my hand down to his crotch, I discovered a jock hanging heavy with cum. So I pulled off him, bent down and sucked the cum out of his jock, and pulled his limp, gooey cock out and sucked it clean. He was breathing very heavily now, I think partly shock and partly so turned on. I raised up, led him to the bed and made him sit on it, so I could sit beside him. We kissed again then, another long lover's kiss, and soon tongues and hands were exploring. Clothes began to fall off us, some being taken off by the other, some shucked off by the wearer, but our pants were trapped by our boots. We had reached that point again, too quickly. The pants just had to stay on, we were at fuck #2. I got him into doggie position and stuck my cock back up his ass. It was much easier this time, just made him take a sudden inhale when I slid home. We urged each other on again, and soon he had cumshot #2 up his ass. Damn hot boy, he wanted sex as much as I did. We seemed to be a pair, destined to be together. After I added that second load, I just held him close and told him how much I loved him, and he did the same. When my cock went flat and fell out of his ass, he rolled over and I got on top of him so we could kiss and cuddle again. We took time to get the boots off, finally got our pants off and were naked, just kissing and rolling all over the bed, the way lovers do. We came up for air and took a smoke break. Gave me a chance to really look at him, as I hadn't really seen him naked before, even though I'd planted two loads up his ass. And he did the same. I was surprised to see how he blushed when he noticed how I was admiring his boyish body. He had kept himself in great shape, and I had enjoyed it. The smoke break over, we resumed the kissing, this time being able to be face to face for the first time, really. I didn't intend to fuck him again, my cock just knew the way to his ass so well by this time. When I got on top and was kissing him, it found the hole and entered easily. He spread wide, put his legs firmly around my hips and put his heels in my ass. Then he pushed hard, making my cock really hit the good spots. Every time I made a stroke that didn't please him, he'd almost kick my cock up his ass. I couldn't complain, I had my tongue far down his throat. And when I felt the cum moving yet a third time, I got his legs up on my shoulder, shoved a pillow under his ass and began those prying deep strokes, where you aim for the boy's prostate and fuck him hard. "Oh God, Daddy, I love it when you fuck me like that, do it again, harder, deeper, come on man, put your seal on me, give me the third load, make me your boy forever!" I got my arms up under his shoulders, pulled him into my fuckstrokes and kissed him hard as I fucked my cum into his hot ass, so warm and wet and wild, filled to overflowing with my loads. I wanted to fuck him so hard the cum would flow out his hole and soak the bed. I wanted to fuck him so bad he could taste my cum from the inside out. I wanted to plant my loads so deep he'd shit my cum for a week. Didn't take long, spurts of Daddy Cream joined the loads already there, my fuck piston planted it's third load, the cum pooling around my balls, running down his crack. I pinned him down, legs against his chest, as I pounded the last strokes home, trying to get my cum as deep inside him as I could. And he rose up against me on every stroke, making sure he got that jizz as deep inside as possible. When I was drained, I slammed a fuckstroke hard and held it, and he looked up at me with tears in his eyes again, and we kissed. Then I felt his cock move between us, that steady pulse of a cock shooting cum, a feeling I love. If I don't see or feel a boy cum when I fuck him, I'm not fuckin him right, and I had fucked this boy right. His cock spurted a heavy load between us, and his cum between and us and mine up his ass were binding us together in many, many ways. We kissed for a long time. Took us a long time to come down off that fuck plateau, where you want to stay as long as you can. When I fell out of his ass, I let his legs down and sucked his limp cock into my mouth and sucked out all the strings of his cum I could get. Then I licked his crotch clean, keeping some of the cum in my mouth, so we could share it when we kissed. And as I did that, he moved around so he could reach my cock, and sucked it clean. When we kissed, I could taste his ass, his cum and my cum, all mixed together, one wonderful taste, a taste every dad wants from his boy. We fell asleep like that. When we woke the next morning, we were a mess, and the bed was a mess. There was cum everywhere, crusted on our cocks and torsos. Time for a piss and a shower. Then we had a smoke and got to examine each other by the light of day. Sometimes that's when it all falls apart, when you come to in the morning and discover that the guy you thought was so great the night before is not nearly as attractive. But there was no change this morning, I still thought he was the best thing I'd ever had, and he allowed as how I was his Dad. We went to breakfast, and it was as if I was meeting him for the first time. We sat there and smoked and drank our coffee, and talked about all the things lovers talk about. The waitress finally asked us if we were going to order lunch, and we realized what time it was. We excused ourselves, left a large tip for having had such good service for such a long time, and went back to the motel room. By the time we'd each had a piss, we were on the bed again, and the maid's knock interrupted our first fuck of the day. I shouted that we were still in the room, and she went away, and I planted my load. This was a lover's fuck, that long, slow, gentle fuck of two men deeply in love. There was no hard thrusting, no pounding of a load deep. He was still moist from the fucks last night, and I wasn't really up to a hot and heavy fuck, but we needed to have sex again, to see if it was still there, and it was. That wasn't our last fuck, not by a long shot, but those four were the ones that we always remember and talk about. Few men are as fortunate as I have been, to find a guy like this that fits me so well. I can only hope that he continues to feel the same about me. Jerry Prince RawTopDad@AOL.com

Another one from my archives that I wrote under an earlier name, Raw Latino Muscle: I got to Steamworks at 5 p.m. and started breeding holes almost immediately. Lost track of how many but I know it was at least seven or eight loads, including more than one in a few guys who have become almost regular fuck buds there. They were all hot fucks, but the last one of the night (ain't it almost always the last one of the night?) set a new standard for me. It never would have happened as recently as a month ago. But since joining these groups, I've become addicted to bug. I'm a man on a mission. It was almost 3 a.m., and I was dead tired but determined to spew my poison strains in one more hole before calling it a night. After several passes through the corridors and the maze area, I finally found my target. He was on hands and knees in a room, his butt in the air, lube on the mattress and no condoms in sight. I zoomed in, shut the door and immediately started fingering his hole. It was dry, indicating I would be his first load of the night. I love shoving my fat dick into a butt full of jizz - it's the best lube - but knowing I would be first also meant I'd stretch and tear his hole so that my poz bug would go right into his bloodstream. Awesome! Before I could get on his ass, though, he moved his hot wet mouth to my huge pig nipples and began sucking and chewing like a mad man. FUCKING AWESOME! Most guys seem to go right for the dick, but my nips are even more sensitive than my cock, and getting them worked gets me rock hard. After a bit I pulled his head up and shoved my tongue into his mouth, and we kissed like there was no tomorrow. The chemistry was intense, and I knew this was going to be a really great fuck. He was a white kid, mid to late 20s, about 5-foot-7, maybe 150 pounds, slim and lightly muscled - not a twink, but a good boy who was gonna get a huge load of daddy's poz juice. I'm 41, Latino, 5-foot-10 and almost 190 pounds of solid muscle, and my thick and heavy meat was already dripping as I thought about how I would take his boy pussy: Start on his back, then turn him over and fuck him like a dog before I pinned him down with my muscles and shot a thick, juicy load of poison cum in his cunt. "Oh fuck me, daddy! Fuck your bitch! I need your fucking dick SOOO bad!" That was all I needed to hear. His legs were up in the air in no time, and my dick was lubed and aiming at his puckered hole … when it happened: The goddamned fucker whipped out a condom. It caught me totally off guard and made me fucking madder than hell. Fucking tease! I couldn't believe this was happening. If it had been earlier in the night, I would have jumped off him in a heartbeat and stormed out with a monster hard-on in search of the first hole I could find. But it was late, and I didn't want to do that this time - so I took a chance. I took the rubber from his hand, threw it on the floor and immediately shoved my lubed dick into his tight hole. It took all of my body weight to pin him down as the surprise and pain gripped his body. He tried to push me off, but I was clearly too strong for him. "Sorry, fucker. I don't do rubbers." I was pissed as hell, and I held him tight as his hole stretched and twitched around my invading pole. "Bareback only." He didn't say anything coherent, but he grunted and tried to push me off with his legs. "C'mon, bitch, you know you want it! You were begging me to fuck your cunt! You fucking need this, boycunt!" But he clearly was having second thoughts about the whole scene, so I decided to change my approach. "Come on, baby, take daddy's dick. You can do it, boy…" I eased up a bit on his body and tried a more seductive approach. "You got a real sweet boy pussy, and daddy wants to make you feel good." A little nasty encouragement was all he needed. He gave in immediately, shifting his hips so that his hole was right in line with my dick inside him, and started babbling like a baby. "OH GOD, daddy, I need your cock inside me so bad! Please fuck me, daddy! Please fuck me! Please fuck me!" He worked my nipples and kept talking like a whore in heat, and that was all I needed. My dick was rock hard, partly from his response and partly because I knew I was truly going to breed him. The guy must be neg - or at least must think he's neg - if he wanted me to use a rubber. I looked over by the edge of the pillow and saw he had a whole stash of 'em there. That only made me fuck him harder, determined to show him what happens to a fucking tease. "I'm gonna breed your pussy, boy. You know that? You're gonna get daddy's hot seed deep in your cunt. That's what you really want, you fucking bitch, isn't it? You want a hot daddy to fuck you and use you and breed you like a whore, don't you?" "OH GOD, DADDY, YES!!! That's what I want! That's what I need! Please fuck me, Daddy. Please fuck me! … But please pull out before you cum, daddy, please!" The fucking bastard! He was too fucking stupid to be real! Did he really think I would not breed his hole at this point? As long as I live, I will never understand the "logic" of these neg guys who think they can take raw dick and stay neg. What stupidity. What arrogance. "Sorry, fucker. I don't do rubbers, and I don't pull out. You're getting daddy's dick and his load, just like you want it…. Get ready, boy, because Daddy's gonna breed ya!" He just kept moaning and pushing back to meet my thrusts, and that was all the sign I needed. "HERE IT CUMS, BOY! HERE CUMS DADDY'S HOT SEED! GODDAMN YEAH, FUCKER, I'M SPRAYING MY STUD JUICE DEEP IN YOUR GUTS RIGHT NOW!" Walking around for almost an hour before I met this kid, I had worked up a huge load of hot cum. I coated the whole inside of his pussy with poz seed, so much that I could feel it squirting over and over as my balls pumped over and over again. I shoved my tongue deep inside his mouth and rammed my hips into his small body for all I was worth, determined to plant my poison bug so deep in his guts that he'd taste it in the back of his throat. I kept kissing him deep and telling him what a good boy he was as I thrust inside him for another minute or two, determined to work the poison into his pussy walls good so that none would spill out and it would all go straight into his blood stream. "Oh daddy… Oh daddy…. Oh, daddy…." He just kept muttering, too weak, shocked or both to do anything but lie there and feel my poz juice seep into his system. I don't remember the last time I had such a fucking intense orgasm. Almost as soon as it subsided, I was ready to go. I wondered for a moment if he came too, but then I decided that I didn't really care. It was all about me giving him what he fucking needed. It's what I fucking needed, too. I've shot more than a half dozen loads just recalling the whole scene and putting it down in writing. If any of you pigs want some of my poz juice, I'm at Steamworks in Berkeley every other Saturday night. Hope to breed ya soon.... Raw Latino Muscle

I am a true cum dump. To call myself a Sex Addict would be inaccurate. I love sex. If I inherited a bunch of money and could travel, I'd go from cum union to cum union, bath house to bath house, breeding party to breeding party. I crate dick 24/7 and more than craving dick, I crave the feeling of a guy shooting a load deep inside my hole. I'm from the Detroit area, and we have a dive of a bathhouse called BZ. I can't trash it too much, because being from a smaller city than Chicago, I tend to pretty easily get my fair share of dick. If I stay 6 hours, I usually get fucked by 10+ guys. If 10-12 hours, closer to 20+. For the number of patrons, that's about the number I can max out on. The problem for me is that the more dick I get and the more guys cum in my ass, the hornier I get. If I get 5 loads, I want 10. If I get 15, I want 20 or 25. It's never enough. My ultimate fantasy is to be fucked and breeded by 50 guys in a day. That's about 2 an hour. I have a great ass, have many guys wanting to fuck me repeatedly, and I'm a talented bottom who knows how to work my muscles in a way that instinctively adjusts to the needs of each breeder to bring them to ultimate orgasm. This past Friday, I took 10 loads at BZ and left a little disappointed. I was just getting started. I'd love to be in a bareback porn like Dawson in 50 load weekend, or Blue in Viral Loads, or Xtube CumDumps Ryan Cummings and RawLatinJock. That's what I want...to be in a treasure island video with 100 guys all there to give me their loads. A true cumdump...I don't care who fucks me...just give me your load.

I laid back in the sling, naked, cleaned out and ready. He was naked and hard, and slamming himself. Straight away he then slams me, pushing the needle into my eagerly waiting vein, pulling it back and getting that beautiful flash of red and then pressing the plunger in. I feel it hit as waves of pleasure dart through my brain and as I'm beginning to rush I poke out my tongue involuntarily and start moaning. I feel his tongue writhing its way deeply into my hole as he pumps my cock with a lubed up hand. He also strokes my balls as his tongue frenzy continues in my hole. As I feel the rush starting to level out, I feel a big dildo entering me and his mouth engulfs my now soft but hugely horny cock. As he fucks me with the toy and sucks my T dick, I feel it welling up in my balls, and I moan that I'm gonna cum...next thing I feel my cum oozing out of my cock in one long steady stream, and he moans as he swallows most of it, then stands and kisses me, sharing some of it with me. Now I start to feel really piggy, and he removes the dildo and replaces it with his hard-as-steel cock, pounding away at my hole and hitting my prostate with every thrust. I am moaning as I lay my head back and it hangs over the top end of the sling. His mate wastes no time in getting his big long thick cock down my throat, and I am fucked up and blissing out as both my hungry holes are being served simultaneously, pre-cum sliding down my throat, and pre-cum adding to the lube in my hole. The guy fucking my mouth pauses and lifts my head, giving me four big hits of poppers...then lowers my head back down and as the poppers hit he is back all the way down my throat, fucking the warm wetness and slicking it up with more pre-cum...he starts so be more rhythmic, and I feel his huge shaft start to thicken in my throat, and he blasts seven streams of thick creamy cum down my willing throat. All that action caused ripples of pleasure to pulsate through my hole, giving the guy fucking me intense pleasure around the head of his super hard cock and all the way up and down the shaft as he pumped more rapidly into my velvety fuck hole, tensing and depositing his huge load inside me....providing lots of lube in my now filled and sloppy hole. He swapped places with the other guy and I licked and sucked him clean, he stood and went to the supplies table as the other guy started to ease four fingers into my hungry fuck tunnel. I felt a band around my arm, and the fingers entering my hole held still as I felt the prick of a needle in my arm, looked down and saw a register. He slid the plunger in, withdrew the needle and applied a swab all in one smooth motion, then nodded at the guy with his fingers in me....WHAM, I felt the rush hit, and as I felt myself get even more fucked up I felt a fist enter me and slowly slide deeper into me. I was moaning and growling, chanting fuck yeah, fuck yeah as I entered a completely new level of extreme and untamed pleasure, begging for more as the guy who just slammed me also positioned himself at my hole, rubbing his fingers around the fist already in me, and slowly applying pressure to invade me at the same time.Ever so slowly my hole is worked deeper and wider, and I know this is the preparation for some alternate punch fisting between the two guys. I am squirming and riding the fist as the second guy manages to apply the pressure needed to gain entry with his fist. I now have two fists slowly working my hole, and one of the guys hands me poppers with his free hand. I take four huge hits and put it down. I feel the intense rush as ripples of pleasure rolls over me in waves, and then I feel the fists start to increase in speed, and then they are both removed and it begins. One after the other they enter then exit my hole, sending wave after wave of intense pleasure through me, my cock is oozing cum continuously, and my hole takes over as I involuntarily push out.... bearing down and my hole blossoms out, engulfing and welcoming each intrusion of the alternating fists...they slow to barely moving as each thrust I am bearing down and pushing, and both of them are also moaning and prompting me with encouragement. Now both fists slowly enter me again together and I feel so stretched and full as they push in deep. I take more poppers and they slowly increase the pace, fully exiting my hole with each thrust, they slowly increase the pace until I am being double fist-punched, then I bear down as they pull out, and I push out a huge rosebud...they both alternate sucking and slurping on it, and then take turns feeding it their cocks until they blow their loads, leaving loads of cum oozing out of my wrecked hole. I feel so empty, but they say they are going for a smoke and drink, but not to worry...as they set up a fuck machine to pound me while they are gone. They position it and get it started, tit is thick and long, and has a 9" stroke...while it is deep in me they stop it, prep me and give me another slam, and WHAM, as it hits they turn the fuck machine on again and I go into orbit...as I come down from my rush I realise they have left the room, and the machine is fucking my sloppy cummy hole. They have placed the controls by my hand, and I slow it right down as I snort some more poppers, then I crank it back up so it is steadily fucking me as I moan, poke my tongue out and groan, and push my hole out to take in as much as I can. This is my dream, to be hired as a houseboy and used like this and more

I wish one of the bareback studios would make a gay version of the straight porn series '50 Guy Cream Pie'. There have been a couple of videos that have tried to follow this concept, but none of them are as raunchy or hardcore as the straight version -- where 50 guys fuck and cum in one woman with no clean up in between loads. It's just cream pie after cream pie until the woman is completely covered in dried cum and it's just gushing out of her ass and pussy. The gay studios always break it up into smaller 5-10 guy gang bangs and do a complete clean up and shower between groups. They also never come close to 50 guys. I'd love to see 50 guys in a room at the same time, fucking and cumming in one bottom with no clean up between loads. Maybe at the end, the bottom could push the cum out of his ass so we could see how much is in him. Swallowing it would be great, but I think that may be asking too much. As for cast, a Helix, Staxus, or Eurocreme twink would be perfect for the bottom, and the tops could be a mix of guys from hot to unattractive and ages from 20s to 60s.

Love the cock pics man, would love to let ya dick me down!!

i love Rob Rodin's videos too. I would love to fuck and be fucked by him.

Heading to A Action Adult on first st in vegas to take anon glory hole loads. hope to leave full and leaking cum

nothing did change you're right... my love for bb is not something i can just bury, i tried taking it with a rubber for a week or two, but it didn't really work it usually ended with someone taking the condom off or completely breaking it, so i took a load every time i wouldn't say i'm a chaser, but i still do mostly bb

I don't think finding a bottom to be gangbanged. I think it's finding the tops to cum in him ON CAMERA. Most of the bottoms I know (myself included) would LOVE to take all those loads. A lot of tops would do it until it comes time to give the ID and sign the release, then all of the sudden they get shy. I've seen a couple of flicks where the tops are masked or hooded. I think that's hot too! There's nothing like taking anonymous loads!

Love to have my hole fucked and used for a tops pleasure. After a long weekend of being fucked by multiple guys my hole does stretch out a little. But after a day or two it's back to the tight furry cunt that most guys love. BBRT- fucknfeedme

Who doesn't love a man in uniform? That is so hot getting the straight dude into fucking and breeding you. We should all be so lucky. Keep posting more about this guy and his friends. Hot stuff!!

anyone want to share the loud count Excel sheet that is talked about would love to keep track next year

It's been a while, but Dan is still at it, enjoy! Part 5: The door was open, but a pair of blackout curtains obscured the room. Pinned up was a neat sign "Wait for admittance". He went to turn away, his desire for satisfaction outweighing his curiosity, until a hand on his back stopped him. A beautiful guy, Latino with gorgeous muscles and a perfect smile had his hand on his shoulder and Dan immediately felt his dick rising. This stud had a huge sick handing softly from the only hair on his body and Dan was immediately captivated. The bold letters on his chest only served to make him more appealing. "You want in?" The new stud enquired. "If you're in there, yeah" Dan replied. "Of course, but you need to prepare" he reached back through the curtain and produced a glass of water "drink it all!" He commanded. Dan hesitated, knowing instinctively that this was the start of something, but his inhibitions left as he remembered how much charged cum was already inside him. He downed the glass in one... As he came to, he felt the cool leather of the restraints. He'd never been in a sling before but he'd seen enough porn to understand the position he was now in. He wriggled, testing the restraints, and the clink of the chains attracted several figures out of the darkness into the red spotlight he found himself in. His mouth was filled with cloth, presumably a pair of underwear and his legs raised, exposed his hole. The Latino stud who'd drugged him approached, his dick no longer soft, but rock hard and aimed like a deadly weapon. "Ok slut, time to see how much you can take". In one, he slammed his dick into Dan's hole. It was the thickest he'd taken and he howled behind the gag in his mouth. His desperate pleas only seemed to make his abuser fuck harder as he ploughed Dans hole. "You're getting a massive charged load of me" he whispered in Dan's ear "and PEP won't work, it didn't for me!" Dan had thought briefly of that option after his first load, but knowing it was off the table added to the maelstrom of emotion in him. The Latino stud using his hold moaned as Dan felt his cock spasm and add another charged load to his ruined hole. The stud didn't stop there though, he continued fucking until Dan felt a frothy mess of combined cum leaking from his hole and over his balls. He barely dared to hope that it was over. Soon he found his mouth and ass full of dick from two boys who passionately made out, in the way only boyfriends do, over him as they abused his hole. He lost count of how many loads he'd taken by the time he was released. His face, body and hair were soaked with cum and his ass was leaking the multiple loads he'd been given. Only after he'd seen his last attacked pull out with a mixture of cum and blood did Dan know his ass was done

Hosting tops and vers tops for Sunday (11/27) afternoon/evening breeding session/gangbang in Hollywood/Los Angeles, Ca. See party ad on bbrt (screen name: westcoastbottomboy).

Hot fucking DAMN!! Hottest chapter yet! Hope there's still lots more sharing and spreading to come!

Last night I posted about an unmedicated poz top I took a couple of loads from last Thursday. He's a lot more toxic than I wanted - he claims to have pozzed 5 of his last 12 or so holes, but I needed a charged load, so I met up with him. My plan was to wait a couple of months and if the flu didn't strike, get tested and take a couple more loads from him, or from some other poz top. I don't want to convert, I'm just looking for thrills. Anyway, I douched earlier and then switched over to wine enemas. They make me so damned horny for cocks! Well, I sent him a note saying my hole was open for more of his loads and was the guy he converted recently (with a really high VLC) available too? (That was definitely the wine talking) Both showed up! The high VLC guy said that if he stuck his cock into me he would NOT pull out until he came, no matter whether I changed my mind or not and no matter how hard I pleaded for him to pull out, and the other stud said he'd make sure to hold me down if I tried to buck his buddy out of my hole, until his buddy's load was inside me. Well, as worried as I was, I was drunk enough to take two loads from each of them. For one load each they even made me do the work of sliding back and forth on their cocks to get them off so that it was me who made them cum inside me with their charged loads. So, now I'm sitting here writing this as their loads soak into me. I promised myself to not take an enema until morning, just to make sure I didn't wash their viral semen out of me. I wonder whether or not I can make it to New Years without converting, especially since I already crave more fillings from pozzed cocks without waiting for two months to go by. Those really hot loads inside me are making me really worried. OMG, the butterflies! I'm going to be on pins and needle the next few weeks! (Exactly what I want and need.) I am sooooooooo worried! OMG, what did I do?! And, how do I keep myself from calling them in a few days for more breeding? If I do that, I know I'll get converted really soon. My mind is swimming and it isn't all from the wine.

Hey, my name is Myles and it looks like I've caused way more drama than I ever intended… But let me back up and start by saying I'm a top who's fantasized about getting pozzed for a really long time – mostly 'cause, in my mind, being able to infect someone is the pinnacle of what it means to be a top. It's the ultimate way to dominate someone sexually. More and more bottoms are letting guys fuck them raw and cum in their asses. It would be so hot to be shooting toxic loads and knock them up as I breed their ass! Thing is, while I really wanna to be a toxic poz top, I hate getting fucked, and getting fucked is the only sure-fire way to get pozzed. I was fucking every slutty bottom I could find, but could never manage to get knocked up. It was frustrating – being a top just isn't risky enough. I'd fantasize about pozzing bottoms as I blew my load in their ass, but deep down I knew I was firing blanks. Then I met this guy named Mike. He lives in what's basically a free whore house. You can go there any time and find ass to fuck. Anyway, he LOVED taking loads, but he also liked getting his load in guys – especially in tops. It was a challenge for him to see if he could get total tops like me to walk away with his cum in their ass. In hindsight he sorta understood me better than I understood myself. He talked me into it by saying "Don't worry, I won't fuck you. I'll just jack off and when I'm just about to cum I'll stick just the head of my dick in your hole. It won't hurt at all. I promise." I'm not sure why I hadn't thought of that myself – it sorta seemed like the perfect solution for a top like me who wanted to take loads and get pozzed, but didn't want to get fucked. I let him blow his load in me and as I walked away that night there were all sorts of emotions flowing through me. I was excited, but a bit scared too. I mean I just took a load from one of NY's top cumdumps. What does it mean to be a cumdump's cumdump? Yeah, I wanted to get pozzed, but until that night it wasn't really something that seemed like a real possibility. And I realized I didn't even ask his status… I went back a few days later to breed him and he "jack off'd" another load into my ass. After he blew his load I asked about his status and he laughed and said "A bit late to be asking that question… but to answer it – I'm on PrEP". While I was excited to be taking loads, hearing he was on PrEP was a bit of a let down. The other thing that sorta held me back from bottoming for just anyone was that when I got pozzed I wanted to know who pozzed me and have a connection with him. I wanted it to be someone special – like Mike, actually. I knew I was never going to have more than a sexual relationship with him, but he was the type of guy who was like the Pied Piper – he just made you feel special. Of course it didn't hurt that he was totally my type. But from the looks of it he was never going to make me poz – he probably didn't even want to be poz. The whole situation was sorta frustrating me a bit and then one night I went over to fuck him and he was playing with this hunky Latino. It was hot seeing Mike get pounded. The other top "played well" and we tag teamed Mike's ass for 20 or 30 minutes. I blew my load in him and stayed there a bit watching the Latino fuck him. I could tell the top was getting close and just before he blew he asked Mike "You want my dirty load, pig?" And Mike replied with an enthusiastic "Sí Papi!" The wheels started turning in my head – was this guy toxic? Had Mike just taken an infectious load? When the top caught his breath I timidly asked him "So 'dirty load' – does that mean you're toxic?" He looked at Mike and replied, "Ah shit, I thought I was being discreet…" Looking at me… "Yeah, poz and not on meds. Sorry I let that slip, Mike doesn't want other guys knowing he gets into poz stuff…" The two of them could tell I was totally turned on by Mike taking a toxic load. Even though I'd just cum, my dick was completely hard and I said "I wanna fuck him with your load in his ass". Mike's ass usually has a few loads in it and it almost always feels really silky and wonderful, but knowing that at least one of those loads was high viral was a huge turn on for me. As I fucked him I was whispering in his ear "So you're a bug chaser, eh?" "Yeah…" he replied sheepishly. I told him "It's a huge turn on that you wanna become poz. I wish you'd go off PrEP. I'd totally continue to take loads from you. It would be hot if I got it from you." While I was fucking him he played along with my fantasy – "Yeah, it'd be hot knocking you up. I'd love to be able to poz total tops – it's why I try so hard to get my loads in them…" Needless to say I didn't last long before I blew a second load in his ass. Afterwards, he told me that getting pozzed is a huge fantasy for him, but he's still trying to be responsible, hence the PrEP. Though if it happened one of these days he wouldn't really be surprised. I mean he gets thousands of loads in his ass every year… The top asked me if I was on PrEP. I told him "No, though I was in a PrEP-related study years ago." Then he asked "Aren't you worried?" I didn't want to elaborate too much so just told him I wasn't all that worried since I was a total top. He looked at me with a big smirk and said, "Well, if that ever changes…" I could barely sleep that night. I had to figure out how to get the Latino to poz Mike so Mike could poz me. Then it struck me – I still had left over pills from when I was in the PrEP study that looked just like Truvada. They'd told me at the end that I was in the placebo arm of the study and to throw the pills away – that they were just useless sugar pills. I'd kept them just as a kind of souvenir, but maybe they were my ticket to getting pozzed… I mean if I could substitute them for Mike's Truvada, maybe he'd get pozzed, and then poz me… Next time I went to fuck Mike I went into the bathroom and there in the medicine cabinet were a bunch of bottles of Truvada for the various guys who lived there and one belonged to Mike. Jackpot! I was a bit surprised they'd just leave those in a medicine cabinet where anyone had access to them, but I wasn't gonna complain. That fuck session with Mike was pretty intense. We went into one of the private rooms and did all sorts of poz talk – I telling him he was just a worthless bug chaser, that sluts like him don't deserve PrEP, and so on. He seemed to love it. As he was blowing his load in me I was like "So, you gonna make me a poz top so I can infect a bunch of neg guys?" That gave him a big smirk on his face. You could tell he wanted to poz guys as much as I did. When we'd blown our loads we laid there chatting a bit. I asked how often he takes loads from the toxic Latino and he said 2 to 3 times a week since the guy lives nearby. I was thinking "Bingo!", but answered "That's so hot!" I asked about the whole testing and PrEP thing. He said everyone in the house was on PrEP – that they had a doc that came once a month for STD tests and then every three months the tests included an HIV test and the other tests you need when you're on PrEP. I casually asked "So when was your last HIV test then?" I hoped the question didn't seem too odd, but it didn't seem to phase him – he said "We get tested the first of every month and then see the doc for the PrEP appointment a week later if it's first month of the quarter – so January, April, etc. They make it simple to remember 'cause we're not allowed to miss the tests or the appointment." That night when I went home I did the math… I sort wanted to see if I could get him pozzed and not have it discovered for a while. I wanted as many of his toxic loads in me as possible before he found out and went on meds. I gambled a little that they weren't using the tests that detect an infection immediately after it happens, so I wanted him to get pozzed about 2-3 weeks before an HIV test. And it takes about 2 weeks for PrEP to leave your system, so that meant I had to get him off his PrEP and onto placebo about 4 weeks before an HIV test. His next test was October 1, so I needed to get him on placebo the first few days of September… Perfect… that was just 2 weeks away! The next time we fucked I pushed him on the idea of going off PrEP, but he wouldn't budge. Then the time after that I suggested that once a week he give me one of his pills – basically lowering his dose to 6 pills a week. I told him how studies said he had full protection with as few as 4 pills per week, so 6 was still really good. But he should do it 'cause he knew deep down he was a bug chaser… Initially he said 'no', but I could tell something in him wanted to do it. Finally he said "Wait there" and a minute later he came back with a pill in his hand. I quickly put the pill in my pants pocket so it would be out of sight, out of mind, and he wouldn't change his mind and want it back. I could tell he was wanting to play with fire, but knew he was on the fence. On September 3rd I went over and took my bottle of placebo pills. I had quite a few 'cause they terminated the study unexpectedly because the preliminary results had come through and the effectiveness of PrEP was really clear. They had given me a 30 day supply just before they found out they were terminating things. And I wasn't quite done with the previous bottle of pills. Anyway, I found Mike's bottle of Truvada, took out the 6 pills that were inside and replaced them with 6 placebo pills. A week later I went back and found his new bottle freshly opened and took all but 5 pills out. I mixed my placebos with those 5 pills and put them all back in the bottle. I mixed in some of his real Truvada because I wanted to stretch out the placebos. I figured he'd be averaging about 1 or 2 pills of Truvada per week which was way too low to give him any protection. I made sure to go hookup with him a couple times a week in part to see if I could figure out when he got fuck flu. Each time I'd ask how many loads he'd gotten from the toxic Latino. Good news was that the Latino was fucking him pretty regularly as well. Needless to say I'd get totally boned knowing Mike was losing his protection against the Latino's dirty loads. I also pushed him to reduce his PrEP usage even further. Every time I went I'd ask for a pill (2 per week). The first time or two he said he'd given me one last time so I had to wait. Then a couple weeks later he said "You said 4 pills was full protection, right?" I said yes. He got quiet and then ran out for a pill. That made me so hard, I threw him on his belly and fucked him telling him he was a good bug chaser. I kept watching him for fuck flu symptoms but it never really came. There were two times in a row toward the end of the month when he said he felt run down, but Mike was a slut and wasn't letting that slow him down. I hoped that was him going through fuck flu, but wasn't sure. November 10th came and I brought my 7 remaining pills, plus the 7 he'd given me that were probably mostly placebo. I mixed those into the pills at the top of his bottle so he'd still not be getting the recommended dose for the next two or thee weeks, but unfortunately I knew he'd be back on full strength PrEP before the end of the month. A few days later I felt pretty run down as well. Given the timing – 2 weeks after taking Mike's load when he was "feeling run down" – I was hopeful I was now poz, but wasn't quite sure. Then my plan was over and my placebo pills were all gone. I didn't even know for sure if it had worked, but I hoped it had. After I felt run down I cut back the hookups with Mike to once a week and made him give me two pills each time I showed up. And I made sure every load I could blow went into a bottom who at least claimed to be neg. Actually, if the plan had worked and the strain didn't cause fuck flu that was sorta perfect for stealthing guys. They'd never be able to pinpoint a time when they got pozzed, so never figure out it was me who pozzed them. I gotta say it was SO hot breeding all those unsuspecting bottoms! Some were on PrEP, but who knows about the others? I always carried a doctored condom with me in case they insisted on me rubbering up I just wished I knew for sure if I was infecting them… New Year's Eve came and I spent it at Mike's place – there was a HUGE sex party down on the ground floor. The toxic Latino was there. I finally found out his name – Felix. At the stroke of midnight he blew his load in Mike's hole and then I followed with my (hopefully) poz load. At one point we were all so drunk. Mike's hole was dripping with cum and I said laughingly "You get tested tomorrow, right? Bet with all the alcohol in your system your liver function tests won't look so great". He laughed and said "Yeah, the New Year's Day tests are always bad – sometimes they have to repeat them…" I smiled and thought to myself - hopefully they won't be focusing on your liver tests this time… After New Year's some friends wanted to go to Puerto Vallarta to escape the cold weather so it was a couple weeks before I got back to see Mike. I made him promise to skip his PrEP even though I wasn't there to take his pills. He promised me he'd keep skipping the two days a week. I tried to talk him up to three days a week, but he said he didn't want to push it. But he admitted he's been thinking of stopping completely. That doing so much poz talk with me and Felix really makes him wanna be poz. But he just can't bring himself to go off PrEP and let it happen. It was hot hearing him say that. I knew if my plan hadn't worked that he'd probably just choose to get pozzed in the not-too-distant future. The trip to Puerto Vallarta was a blast. I fucked SO many guys! I gotta say being in a country with no PrEP and suspecting that you're high viral load poz is really incredibly intense. I made sure to ask all the bottoms whether they were neg and assured them that my last test was neg as well And somehow the condom always seemed to break when they insisted I use one (lol). I desperately wanted to know if I was poz, but knowing none of the bottoms were on PrEP and most still took my load willingly… Well, you can't beat that! I sorta expected Mike to text me after he saw his doctor to say he was poz, but I never got the text. That made me wonder if I'd managed to poz him after all. But when I got back and went to his place he pulled me into one of the private rooms, put his whole bottle of Truvada in my hand and said "I won't be needing the pills anymore… You know how you kept saying it'd be hot if I got pozzed and pozzed you in the process? Well, it looks like you got your wish. My test came back poz and on top of that I've managed to poz all the other guys in the house and probably tons of other guys, including you. So you're probably poz now too." I got an instant boner and just wanted to fuck, but stopped myself and asked "ALL the other guys in the house? Aren't they on PrEP?" He said "Yeah, but it looks like it's a Truvada-resistant strain." I was a little dumbfounded. I mean I'd meant for him to get pozzed and poz me, but never imagined it would go much much beyond that except maybe a few "total tops" who weren't on PrEP but let Mike "jack off" into their asses. "So are you telling all the guys you've fucked to get tested? I mean you've gotten your load into a lot of 'total tops' and they've probably fucked a lot of other guys…" He looked sheepish and said, "There's a warning sign on the door as you come in the house. We've decided that's all the warning they get. There's just too many guys to tell…" I thought some of the previous sessions with him had been intense, but that one was off the hook. This time we knew he was poz and giving me a toxic load. And we suspected the load I was giving him was toxic as well. You always hear how sex is hotter when you're poz – well, I totally experienced it swapping toxic loads with him! After we fucked I asked if it was Felix who infected him. "Doesn't look like it – we've checked and his strain isn't Truvada-resistant. His strain is similar, but different. Though I wonder if reducing the amount of PrEP is what did it? But since my strain is meds-resistant I must have just gotten fucked by the wrong top." I corrected him "…Or the right top…" He said "Yeah, I know. Now that I've had time to digest it, I'm not sure why I tried to stay neg… I love being poz… Whoever he was, he was the right top!" Before that point I had never really thought about a strain being Truvada-resistant or not. But what he said made me realize that me putting him being on really low doses of PrEP, and then him going back to full-strength PrEP when the placebo ran out is probably how Felix's strain became Truvada-resistant. But I didn't share my thoughts – I wasn't sure I wanted to tell him what I'd done. Then I asked if he was going on meds. "No, we've all sorta decided to stay off meds. I mean the horse has escaped, there's no point closing the barn door now… I gotta say though – it's cool watching some of the bottoms really get into being gift giving tops. We used to discourage bottoms from coming here, but now we're seeing how many we can get in to breed. It's only been a couple weeks, but damn, it's a lot of fun! Especially all those prissy Truvada whores who think they can fuck raw and get away with it… I used to be like that… Now we all just gangbang them and go home pozzed." I went home completely stunned. My plan to infect one guy plus myself looks like it's infected hundreds of guys. And if they keep it up and everyone that goes to that house winds up poz, and the tops and tourists go and spread it further, the numbers could get into the thousands pretty quickly. I'm just conflicted whether I should tell Mike what I did. He seems to be enjoying his new status, but it may not stay that way and given that this is gonna turn into a little mini epidemic, I don't know whether I want people to know it was me who started it…

PART II As I was observing my surroundings in a strange, cold and dark place in from of an open door, I could feel my body shocking as if I was being electrocuted. I am to this day not sure if it was the weather, or the strange feeling og being completely naked, literally, or the combination of both of them. As I felt more unsure about whether I had done the right choice, or had completely destroyed my life, I reminded myself that, if I had come this far, I should continue on this path. Having done the necessary, but rather useless, reflections on my life and the path which led me to this moment, being naked in front of a door, I quickly recovered from the uncertainty and despair, and proceeded towards what I would later in my life describe as a gateway to a new, more brutish, yet tolerable, world. Slowly, with firm steps, and a shaking body, a waxed body, and dangling, hairless balls, I approached the door of the caravan. With my right arm and hand, I grabbed hold of the handle for the door, and swiftly pulled it, revealing a stark dark, yet warm, room. I entered the room, and closed the door behind me. Remembering my orders, I locked it, to refrain the rest of this very strange neighbourhood to witness what was about to come, and seal my faith forever. As my eyes started to adjust, I could see the setting of the caravan. It was quite compact, but had all the necessary items for the event. There was a stall right in front of me, in which later I came to realise was a bathroom with its own shower, a kitchen was adjacent to it. Next to the door, there was a single bed, or rather a mattress, with no sheets or pillows, nor anything that lifted it from the ground. I could see some stains on it, though nothing unusual for a caravan. The bed was placed facing me, and there was just enough space between the bed and the kitchen to stand and do dishwashing. On the other side of the door, there was a living space separated by a plastic wall, with some closets for personal items. The caravan was separate from the car which it was attached to, thus did not have any other doors in front. The living space was as large as the bathroom, kitchen and the bedroom put together, which was logical as one usually uses ones time either outside, or in the living space. It was decorated with a sofa and an armchair, with closets occupying the empty walls next to the furnitures. It was indeed hard to distinguish between colours in such dark night, as the only source of it came from the windows blocked with curtains. As I was instructed in the correspondence I had with he owner of the caravan prior to my arrival, I was to find a mask under the mattress, and put it on. I could hear the blood pressuring my ears as I forced my feet to move slowly and quietly to the mattress. I lifted the mattress up, and found a synthetic mask underneath. As I lifted myself up, I tried to figure out which side I was to wear the mask, but as I realised there were no holes on the mask, I simply put it on. Having a tight mask on is actually quite comfortable, as it makes the air inhaled much colder than if it had been a thick, roomy mask. My vision was of course altered, and now I could barely see where I was going, but it was nothing compared to a blindfold. Recalling further instructions, I quickly searched for the “largest closed you can find, and get in it. Close the closed door, and do not move or take off your mask”. After a rather long search, I found a closed which was barely larger than the other ones in the living space, and opened it with its silver handle. Of course, with limited visibility due to the lack of lighting and having a mask on, I did hit my head on the upper panel of the closet, yet I managed to get in, all empty, with a mask on my head. After waiting for at least ten to fifteen minutes, I heard a distant engine start, which I can now safely say was the engine of the car which the caravan was connected to. I knelt inside the closet and rested my body on one of the walls, as the caravan, driven by the car, made its was to a place I was not told of. Only a few minutes into the journey did I realise how tired I was, and I stretched my legs as much as the closed allowed me to, and began my rest. As I could feel the bumps of the road and the sound of the car engine and wheels carrying both of the vehicles forwards, I came to realise how lonely I felt. I knew there was someone driving the car, but there were no other noises, not from the places we drove, or from the roads. It was as if the world was in deep sleep, and the two moving vehicles were the only sign of life. I also realised how I, as an 18-year-old, did not have an erection. Through the years, I always had a massive erection prior to, and during my visits to men. I would hide the monster safely in my trousers until the time came to reveal its glory, but this time, being already naked in a moving caravan with an anonymous driver I never met or saw, with a face mask, sitting inside a closet, I didn’t have any action going down there. Actually, my penis was quite cold and short, crippled in despair to a hairless body. — I remember waking up. I wasn’t awaken. I just woke up. In a closet. In the few seconds it took me to realise why I was in that situation, my hearth had already skipped a few beats, and I remember aching everywhere. My first though after those few initial seconds of oblivion was whether we had made it to our destination, and if he was waiting for me to wake up, which would be a very pleasant way to treat someone like me. There were no sounds, no engines running, no rain drizzling, no birds tweeting, no man speaking. I stretched my muscles to gain as much warmth as possible, also hoping that I could stretch the aching off my body, which did work fairly well. I had no knowledge of the time, but I did know that I was asleep more than a couple of hours, as I was well rested. Just then I realised that I still had the mask on, which made me relax a bit, as I had though that the mask would start hurting me after an extended period of wearing it. I decided that as I did not receive any further instructions prior to arriving, I could now navigate freely unless told otherwise, and pushed the closed door to free myself from the place I snoozed. As I let myself roam the caravan, I could see that the windows were darkened. As I approached them and tried to through them, I could see dim lights, but couldn’t make out where I was. The windows were surely not like that before I fell asleep. Still satisfied that I am intact and I can see enough to navigate through the caravan, I realised that my bladder was immensely full, thus retreated to the loo to urinate. I did not know whether the water system worked, so I flushed the toilet after relieving myself, which, for my delight, worked just fine. I washed my hands and exited the toilet. I did some breathing exercises to calm my nerved, and as soon as my hearth started to beat normal, I felt a connection to the place. I had been there for hours, and I no longer identified it as being strange or alien, but rather a safe refuge from the dangers of the outside world. I granted a few more moments for relaxation, before deciding that the man who supposedly drove me to wherever I might be now, was probably waiting for me outside. Thus, I broke off from my comfort zone, and readied myself to face the outside world I was glad not to be a part of a moment ago. I slowly, and ultimately, nakedly, walked to the door, and turned the lock. I had unlocked the door, and the time had come to open it. I felt the same rush of excitement joined with fear as I had felt when I was standing on the other end of the door. I slowly, quietly and very considerably pulled down the handle of the door, and pushed it open, while leaving my feet steady on the ground. — As the door was opened, I quickly realised that my clothes which I had taken off were no longer there, as they were never brought inside the caravan. I imagined that the driver must have picked them up while I was in the closet, before we departed, as I did not have any other belongings. Looking around me, the weather was still dark, though the cold fronts were replaced with a milder, yet still chilling, breeze. It was a residential area, this time with brick buildings stretching five stories up. The caravan was parked next to a dumpster, and the car, which was one attached to the caravan, was nowhere to be found. The street had a single streetlight, which was far away enough to not put me in the spotlight. There were no windows looking to the street I was on from the adjacent buildings, probably as this was a backstreet. I walked a few steps to see if I could spot something, and immediately saw an open door on the other side of the main street, which was right in front of me. I turned back, glazing at the caravan that had brought me here, and closed the door. Then, being cautious of my nudity, I observantly walked to the end of the dark alley I was on, and crossed the main street, which was not any larger or sophisticated than the one I had been on a few moments ago. I made sure that the door I was about to enter was the sole one open, as if it didn’t, it would mean that this was in fact, not an inviting sign. Looking to the other doors, I quickly realised that, with my limited vision, the door I was upon was the sole open one. I entered the door, closing it behind me, as I did not wish any curious bypasses to enter as well. It was very assuring to see a dark arrow next to the staircase, as I took it as an instruction to follow it. Although not yet relaxed, I was happy to see that the place was no lit, nor did it have any sounds coming from it. People were asleep, which ment that I was safe. I went four flight up, before finding another door, this time wooden, open as wide as possible. I simply entered it, which was quite remarkable of someone conscious of being stark naked with a face mask in a building somewhere unknown. The room was, as in the case with everything, dark, with moonlight shining through its few, unwashed windows. “Shut the door”. For the firt time in hours, I heard someone speak. It was without doubt a masculine voice with a very dominant vibe. I did as instructed, and soundlessly closed the door behind me. As I shut the door, I felt someone come close to me, and grab me by the throat. It had happened within seconds, and I was already having problems breathing. I wanted to turn around and face my assaulter, but instead, I was drawn towards him. As his right hand was busied by holding my though, his other hand guided itself to my eyes, and shut my vision completely. He then dragged my naked body for quite some while, and shoved me ass-up-belly-down into a wooden table of sorts. Sparing no time for me to question him, he quickly moved on me, and with his large body on me, he strapped by hand and feet to the wooden plateau. He held my head down as, somehow, it was, too, strapped by my neck. Then, while still holding my head down, he pushed out the mask on my head, and quickly replaced it with a mask of sorts, which later inquiry showed to be a gas mask without any holes for my eyes. I remember being distressed, but also, I could not speak, as the whole situation had made me quite incapable of acting sanely. I was gasping for air, which was unnecessary, as the gas mask was not attached to something, and the air flew nicely though its air hole. There I was, naked, but facing upwards, dick facing to the wooden table, hand, neck and feet strapped to it. I was absolutely and unquestionably vulnerable, and had no ability to nix or avoid anything that came on my way. If you wish this story to continue, please follow me and give it a reputation!

I'm in a loving relationship, we both enjoy each others company, but sex is not something one man can fulfill. We recognize the need for an open relationship but we were both worried about STIs. We both joined safestsex.org and the agreement we have is to only have have sexual contact with other safestsex.org members. So far it's working out quite well and eventually we want to become validated members. A couple of days ago I hooked-up with a guy, we met at a park, he fucked me, bred my hole and I was not worried that he may be infected. I had seen his test results, dates and the location of the clinic where he performed his tests. Much better than a "I'm clean, tested a couple of months ago". Reading some of the posts here one would assume that everyone here can't wait to get infected with some disease, hopefully chronic and several at the same time. Although I'm a barebacker I don't want to catch anything. It's true that people lie about their results but it's also true that there many guys like myself who just want to enjoy sex with no condoms without such fear of HIV and others. Why be so negative all the time?

Part 2 Seth said it was time to get me laid as he worked my virgin hole open. I really must have been tight cause when he was working my hole open with his fingers I could feel a burn as the muscles stretched. Seth climbed up on the bed and was kneeling between my legs. I got a good look at this 20 something stud about to take my virginity. I was a little surprised and shocked at the piece of meat he had between his legs. It wasn't fully hard yet and I was guessing it was over 8". Seth then leaned in and gave me a kiss. I parted my lips granting his tongue full access. As our tongues wrestled I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to my hole. Then I felt the tip of his tool began to press in where nothing had ever been before except for his own fingers. When I felt his big mushroom head pop in I thought I would be in terrible pain. On the contrary, it felt so right. He held still in me giving me time to adjust to his penetration. I simply looked into his eyes and told him to keep going. For some strange reason my hole felt a hunger that could only be satisfied by a cock. Seth slowly sank in deeper, going slow. He seemed to want my first time to be one I'd never forget. When he finally bottomed out balls deep I was ready to be his bitch. He slowly pulled back out and then thrusted back in which brought a moan from me and a pleasurable look in Seth's eyes. Seth slowly began to piston in and out of my hole as we looked at each other. The feeling seemed to be so overwhelming, my senses seemed to be heightened. I was amazed at how good my first time was starting out to be. Seth fucked me like that for a long time. I reached up and touched his face as we kissed again. Then I was curious to how his cock was sliding in and out of me that I reached down between our two bodies to feel the piece of man meat penetrating me. I felt the base of his cock as it moved in and out of my hole. I was suddenly shocked that I could not feel the bottom of the rubber. Seth told me he played safe, did he trick me? I think Seth saw the look on my face as I realized he was fucking me bareback. But the look on his face seemed to calm my fears as he began to pound my hole and made the fuck feel 100 times better then it had started out to be. I could not let this go and asked him to stop and put a condom on his cock. He "seemed" a little shocked and said that he was so much into me and my body and making my first time memorable he forgot to put one on. Then he added that it was actually too late since he had already flood my hole with 2 loads. The look in his eyes and the sensation of my first time had me giving into his bareback fuck. The thought of fucking raw was a turn on for me and if this is how I am to start then so be it! When I was getting tired of holding my legs in the air he suggested that we switch to me on all 4's and he'd fuck me doggy style. He got behind me and slipped his cock back in so easily. At first I thought I felt a slight burn as he penetrated me for the second time of the night, but quickly resumed his assault on my hole, making me feel so good that I quick;y forgot about the burn I felt. As Seth fucked me in this new position I heard a key being placed into the door of the room. I was surprised to see the cut guy from the main counter walk in naked closing the door behind him. Seth told me that he was Randy and that they were roommates. Randy always joins him after his shift so that they can chill in the room and fuck. Randy walked right over to the bed and got on his knees in front of wagging his soft cock. I needed to direction as I took it into my mouth and began to give him the best blow job I could. Seth's assault on my hole was reaching a climatic spot as I began to feel Randy's cock grow in my mouth and took him (with expertise I learned with 'friends' at school I had the occasion to suck off) down my throat. Randy was shocked I was able to get him into my throat without gagging as he commented to Seth that I was one hell of a cock sucker. Seth let Randy know that he he liked my throat he was going to love my ass. I could feel Seth's cock begin to grow inside me as his pace quickened and his breathing became ragged. I knew he was about to cum inside me. God only knows how much cum he already deposited inside my formerly virgin ass. As Seth was reaching his eminent orgasm I was getting Randy nice and hard. I figured he'd fuck me next. The question in my mind was do I let him bareback me as Seth already has.

My name is Tyrone. I moved into the Bareback Bunkhouse a month ago on my 18th birthday and today the guy who runs the house, Nick, got us all together for a meeting while "the guests" were busy with a sex party downstairs. Mike, one of the guys who's been here a while, got up and told everyone that the doc had told him that he was poz and had a Truvada-resistant strain and since he'd fucked all of us (literally), they did tests and it looked like we were all poz. Actually, me and Tino came back "indeterminate" but in the doc's experience that usually comes back as poz in cases like this. My first reaction was FUCK!, I only just turned 18 and now I'm poz. Fuck, fuck fuck! I mean in the month I've been here I've take a lot of loads from my roommates, and they're all infected. There's no fuckin' way I'm gonna come out of this neg. It seems like stuff like this always happens to me. I won't go into all the details, but I had a lot of guys take advantage of me sexually starting when I was pretty young. I left home at 16 'cause I figured at I could make my own life. I knew I'd have to do sex work, but I wanted the sex to be on my terms and it wasn't like that at home. An outreach program for homeless kids found me on the streets and got me on PrEP a little over a year ago since pretty much none of the guys who were fucking me wanted to use condoms. I thought that would protect me. Then when I learned about Bareback Bunkhouse I figured finally I'd have a stable roof over my head and the sex really would be on my own terms. Nick doesn't allow guys to turn tricks in the house so he hooked me up with a barback job at a gay bar. The owner there wanted me to work in nothing more than a jockstrap and every now and then he fucks me, but hey, I don't actually mind sex with him and it gives me money to live at the house, so it's all good. But just when I thought things were looking up, now this… When Mike told everyone they were poz there was just silence. One guy said "…but we're on PrEP…". Mike just answered "guys, I take like 6,000 loads a year". Even if you just take half that – that's a lot of anonymous cum in your ass. PrEP isn't 100% effective – we pushed it and our luck ran out. Then there was more silence. We must have known our luck would run out eventually. I was a little pissed that it was only a month after moving in, but yeah, I couldn't see my luck holding for even a year and half like it had for Mike. I mean Mike was a whore, but I'm 18 and look 16 – everyone seems to want to cum in my ass. I probably take more loads than Mike. 6,000 loads? I'd never really done the math, but yeah, we're beyond even sluts and guys like us just wind up poz – PrEP or no PrEP. Finally Nick said, "So what do you guys want me to do? Should I shut down the house? What do you guys think is appropriate? I mean I'm a little numb about finding out I'm poz, so I really don't know what I should do." There was more silence and then I said, "This house is too important to me. For the first time in my life I have a home I actually like. I don't wanna give that up." I saw some of the other guys nodding their heads – I wasn't the only one who felt that way. Some of us really loved the house. A few guys were still clearly conflicted and mad at the world, mad at Mike, mad at Nick. There was more silence but I finally said "Look I'm not really sure I'm poz, but I do know I wanna stay here with all of you. I want a connection with you. I want your dicks in me. I want your loads. I know this is weird timing, but would you guys just all fuck me and dump a load in me? I feel numb right now and I just need to give up control. And honestly I'd rather know I'm poz than hold out hope for something that isn't gonna happen. So just fuck me and if I'm not poz I will be - at least I'll know for sure…" A few of the guys got huge grins on their faces and you could see their dicks jump to life. Luis looked right at me and said "Get over here and suck my poz cock, BUG CHASER". I did as I was told and as my mouth wrapped around his dick I felt someone rimming my ass. Then all the other guys got into it. One after the other they surrounded me and took turns fucking me and breeding me while the other guys egged them on to blow toxic loads in my 18 y.o. boy hole. Clearly being gift givers turned them on 'cause they all came really fast… Just a half hour later all 12 guys had dumped a toxic load in me. I looked around – they were all my poz daddies now and I finally felt like I had a home and some real connections to guys who felt like family to me. Yeah, it was a bit fucked up, but not any more than the rest of my life. When everyone was done, Nick brought up a potential problem… "What do we do about the Health Department? You guys know Mike – he's gotten his toxic load in all sorts of guys – both bottoms and tops, and they've gone out and fucked all sorts of other guys… The health department is gonna freak out and wanna try to shut us down." There was a brief pause and James, who works as a paralegal at a law firm, spoke up and said "Actually, I'm not sure they can. We can sue them if they reveal our HIV status, and since so many of us are poz, if they even identify the location of the house, that's revealing our HIV status. You know that sign on the door that says guys who enter have sex at their own risk, and that people they have sex with here may be HIV positive or have other STDs? Well, that's what's gonna save our ass. I say we just shut up and let that sign be fair warning to all the guys who come here to fuck around." There was some discussion but in the end we all agreed that seemed like the best way to move forward. Just tell no one. Admit nothing. But Nick reminded us – don't actually lie about our status. Just say nothing… Then Jamie brought up another thing – "So is everyone gonna go on meds?" Mike spoke up first "I don't know about you guys but it turns me on knowing I'm poz. I didn't intend to infect all of you, but it sorta makes me hard knowing I did. I don't know about you, but I don't wanna stop spreading my seed." Then Bryan said "Damn bro! I can't believe you just admitted to that, but yeah, it'd be totally hot to make this a house where guys come to get pozzed and swap toxic loads. Yeah, part of me would rather have stayed neg, but the other part of me would love to be a gift giving top." You could just see the thought going through everyone's mind. We were sorta changing the mission statement of the house from us getting as many loads as possible, to us pozzing as many guys as possible. I mean if Mike was Truvada-resistant we probably were to. Just think of all the neg holes we could knock up! I've always been a bottom, but just thinking about pozzing guys was turning me on. For the first time in my life I wanted to be vers At this point Mike stood up, with a big hard on and said "Let's get downstairs to the party! We've got asses to poz!" Down at the party the visiting guys quickly realized that my ass was completely cummy. I mean 12 loads is a lot of cum… The tops LOVED it. God knows how many more loads I got that night, but it was a lot… Little did they know their dicks were marinating in a highly toxic brew. I'm usually a bottom, but that night as the night when I started being vers. There was this "oral top" who loved playing with my dick. I've got a pretty big one and it looks even bigger 'cause I'm short and skinny. Anyway, the top clearly didn't want to get fucked, so I did what I've seen Mike do and I talked him into letting me just stick it in his hole as I came. He was so infatuated with me I think he might even let me fuck him next time. It was a total turn on pozzing him. I wonder if he's got a wife or boyfriend at home… I came three times that night and each time I got it in some neg guy's ass. Maybe being poz wasn't so bad after all… [To be continued…]

[If you read a different first part to the story, sorry about that, as I was writing it I wanted to change how things played out so I had the moderators change the first chapter. Now onto the 2nd chapter…] Hey… My name is Mike and I just heard some news and not quite sure what to think about it. I live in this fuck house where I fuck and get fucked A LOT, and the guy who owns/runs the house just told me I tested poz and it looks like I've infected everyone else in the house (including him). Those are just the ones he knows about for sure – there've been tons of other guys who've stopped by the house that I've fucked, and then there's all the guys my housemates and the other guys have fucked… It's a bit of a huge mess! Thing is, I'm sorta ambivalent. Part of me has always wanted to be poz, but deep down I'm pretty responsible so I went on PrEP to stay neg. But not only did I manage to get pozzed, but it seems I've pozzed all the guys I live with (there are 12 of us in the house – two had "indeterminate" results, but I probably pozzed them as well). I guess if it's gonna happen it's gonna happen to someone like me. I mean I've been living here for a year and a half and my goal is to get 10 loads a day, and give 2, and I almost never have a problem meeting my goal. Weekends I get more like 20 loads a day and give 3-4. That's like 120 loads a week in my ass. There are some weeks where I can't fuck 'cause I'm clearing up an STD, but still I've probably taken around 9,000 loads (!) since moving in here – and given close to 2,000. I guess that's bound to catch up to you, right? Still, I'm only 21 and I'm poz and toxic… But honestly, I'm also sorta turned on… There's this one top (Felix) who fucks me a couple times a week. I knew he was poz, but thought he was on meds, but then he confided in me that he wasn't taking meds and had a high viral load. That made me want his loads even more. He'd been fucking me for months at that point and I'd gone through at least one round of HIV testing and still tested neg, so I figured the PrEP was working, and saying 'no' to him felt like closing the barn door after the cows had left – if he was gonna infect me, it would have happened already, right? So every time he'd come over I'd use one of the little rooms where we're allowed to do private 1-on-1s and beg him to knock me up and poz me (I didn't want the other guys in the house to hear me begging to be pozzed). I mean he was pretty hot and I was totally into him, and part of me really wanted to be poz. I thought he'd make the perfect "poz papi". But he's been fucking me for almost a year now. Why am I just now testing poz? Nick, the guy who runs the house, and his doctor sat me down and told me that, on top of being poz, my strain is Truvada-resistant – which is how I managed to poz everyone else in the house. But if Felix had been meds-resistant wouldn't he have infected me sooner? So now we gotta go tell the guys that I pozzed them. I'm not sure if I'm gonna get beaten up or if it's gonna turn into some huge poz orgy… Wish me luck! [To be continued…]

Damn I want a conversion gangbang, getting me so high n hot I'm begging for every drop of poz cum in my neg pussy n to gobble up all the cum I can get. And get filmed doing it watching me get dick after dick pounding my cock hungry boypussy as I mean around the dick in my mouth sucking it till it's cumming in my cum hungry mouth n jerking two off. I keep getting booty bumps till I'm ready to fuck anything w a dick. All this is pent up inside n needs to be released. God I wish there was a bath house or a sex club here, it would've already happened

Click here to see original blog post on Neg2Poz Up next is Little Poz Boy, who got into the whole bareback, bugchasing scene at a young age. Not only has he been fucked bareback and token anonymous loads, he also happened to convert after the very first time that he had sex with a poz top. Here's what Little Poz Boy had to say. Hi. What is your screen name and what site(s) can people hook up with you at? Littlepozboy - nastykinkpigs.com & scatboi.com. And how old are you? I am 19. For anyone that wants to hook up w/ you, what do you look for in a sex partner? Someone who has a cock and wants to breed me. I'm not picky. Let's go back to the beginning, tell us about your first bareback encounter? It was my stepdad. He popped my cherry and he did it bareback. He fucked me on a Friday night and took his time. He fucked me two times during the whole session. He had been having me suck his cock three months prior. On that Friday night, he told me that I was ready to be popped. He had me suck his cock as he fingered my boyhole. He told me that it was going to be very painful, but to understand that is part of getting popped and that he would really enjoy it. He fucked me two times, but each time was for a very long time. Is that what got you hooked onto bareback? Yes. This is what got me hooked. Plus my stepdad trained me only to be fucked bareback. Why did you make the leap from bareback to bugchaser? I was bugchaser from the start. I was trained that it's a badge of honer to be a pozzed up bottom. What training did you receive from your stepdad? What exactly did he teach you about being poz and sex in general? He told me that being poz was a honor. He told me that I had to take a tops cum like a good boy cunt. He taught me that sex with a man needed to be bareback because true sex is skin to skin. He told me true bottoms always accept the cum in there boy cunts. What were your thoughts, emotions when you were having sex and being trained by your stepfather? I always looked up to my stepdad and wanted to make him happy. When he first asked me to suck his cock, I felt like I was really something special to him. Then when he started fucking me, I felt like he enjoyed being with me. I liked how much time he spent with me, going into detail how to service a man. I love my stepdad. I know he trained me for his pleasure. I now like what I am and we still have a very special bond with each other. Can you tell us about the first time you knowingly took a poz load? My first anonymous top was a black top. He was hung. I wanted it so badly. I was kneeling and sucking his cockhead while his hands were on the back of my head. He told me he was poz. All I could do was mumble. He put me on my back. He then used duck tape to tie my legs wide open. He told me he was going to gag me, because I would scream as he entered me. He was right. I did. He fucked me the first time for 2.5 hours and then bred my boyhole. He plugged me. I then relaxed for awhile. Then he started over again. After it was done and over with, what were your emotions? How did you feel? I was happy, because my first black top fucked me hard and was poz. Did you try to hold the load in as long as possible or try to get it out of you immediately? The black dude plugged my boyhole. He fucked me several times over a long weekend. He told me that plugging my boyhole would help keep my boyhole open for his cock. How did you hook up with a black poz man? One of my stepdad's buddies told me he was into younger bottoms and that he would most likely love fucking me. So he emailed me and ask me if I would be interested in meeting him. I was scared, but I did it. How many poz loads would you say you took during that time when you were chasing? I was bred poz by my first anonymous top. What was your favorite memory during the bugchasing process? That I was so lucky to have my first anonymous top fuck me, bred me and poz me too. Now that your poz, does your family know? What was their reaction? My stepdad knew and was proud. My mom found out later and that was the breaking point for her. She told me that she did not want to see me again. Now that you are poz, what have you been getting into sexually? What are you up to these days? I love nasty no limit sex - K9, pain & bondage. Any words for people that are on the fence as to whether or not to take poz loads and/or bugchase? I got bred poz. It is going happen if you get fucked bareback. It's nice to know who bred ya poz (well at least know what they look like; I did not know the name of my breeder. He just had me call him daddy). Any final comments? Bareback sex is the only true way to be fucked. Getting bred poz is a honor in my book. More...

Thanks guys for your comment, yes it was the honiest fucknight i ver had. A few weeks ago i went back, this time being pozz myself and loaded with toxic cum, it was still crowded and relaxed. That night i have put my dick in 25 different holes, all begging me to unload. since i took some chems, this was almost impossible to give, but after finding a nice butthole for a relay relaxed bottom guy who had been fulled with more then 10 loads in the darkroom/sling, i rimmed his ass empty and gave him my cum.(gr [profllebbutterffass a realy nice bttm)

Part 4 I don't know how long I was in that position, with the fist toy on the machine punch fucking my hole...I just realised I was coming down a little as I was now beginning to sense my surroundings again. I saw the 2 guys and Master having drinks, and moaned as my hole took the fist. They looked over at me and Master said it looks like pig is needing a top up, but first he can have a little break. Master came over and stopped the machine, and assisted me to my feet and told me to go and have another shower and a washout, and take my time. Of course time meant nothing, but I did know we had been going for quite a few hours...who cares? I loved the shower, and washed out several more times... enjoying the feeling of the water swelling my hole up then squirting out. Once again I was squeaky clean, and ready for action. I went back in the room and Master told me to sit in an armchair and handed me a Gatorade. He told me to drink up and that there was a nice hit of G in there for me. After about 5 minutes I began to feel the G kicking in, and a couple of low moans alerted Master. He sprung into action and told me to get down on all fours on the fuck bench. Quickly my wrists and ankles were tied, and I was given another slam. This was a .3, which on top of the G and previous slams turned me into a mumbling slut wanting to be used more. The two guys and Master were behind me, and in my rush I felt a fist entering me, slow but steady. It pulled out a little, and a second fist slowly joined it. Master came in front of me and fixed a gas mask to my face with poppers in it. He said right pig, shallow breathing and you don't get any. When you breathe deep and hard it will open the valve and you will get a big hit... I couldnt really focus on what he said, but my subconscious took it in. The two fists were working my hole and I was moaning and the guys were encouraging me saying wow what a good pig, fuck yeah look at that cunthole open! Yeah, fuck! Master was now back behind me and he said firmly right pig take a good deep hard hit of the poppers...I grunted and breathed in deep and hard, the all too familiar scent filling my nostrils and my lungs, and out it went and Master said take 3 more pig. I happily complied, even though my head was now totally spun. As the rush from the second snort hit, I felt more pressure against my hole and I hurriedly took the 3rd and subsequent hits deep and fast...I was now completely flying and was aware of intense unparalleled pleasure from deep within my guts and heard voices, and couldn't really make out what they were saying. I caught a few words, like FUCK PIG, 3 FISTS! and LOOK, HOLY FUCK look at that fucking beautiful hole! .....I blissed out, falling in and out of being there, aware at times my hole was getting the biggest workout it had ever had....I had actually reached that point with the two fists earlier, but the punch fisting toy and the extra drugs took over. I don't remember it finishing, but woke sometime later and was lying on a bed, all clean with a blanket on me. I had been awoken by a noise and it was my Master. It was daylight and he had a hot sweet coffee for me and some yogurt....great for the digestive system after the party. He told me I had slept for 2 days, and the partying and flight from Australia had caught up with me. He grinned and said he got it all on video and he had already made thousands out of it. He said I don't need to ask if you enjoyed yourself, that was more than evident. Welcome to your new home. As you will be starting to feel pretty low, there are some more favours for you once you've had a feed and your coffee. By the way, have you ever been tag team gangbanged? The end

He took me upstairs to the sling which was behind some bars but in full view of the corridor. I was still excited, yet scared at what he had told me, but I allowed myself to be pushed backward into the sling where he raised my legs, fastening my feet into the stirrups. So there I lay, legs spread, and arsehole open to the world as he smiled evilly and dropped his towel, revealing a fat, glistening cock. "Oh yeah, he commented, "look at that pussy just begging to be knocked up." I squirmed in the leather harness, aware that, despite what had happened so far, I could still be okay, I could still be lucky, but I had to stop now. As if aware of my thoughts, he dripped some poppers onto his towel and, before I could protest, shoved if over my nose. I felt the rush, my heart pounded, and then his cock was sliding into me. It was all I could do to spread my legs further and let him in. "There you go. You know you want it." He began to slide in and out of me, giving me the poppers from time to time, enough at any rate to keep me oh so willing. I became aware of other men around us, some peering through the bars, others standing next to me. Towels were dropped and I was surrounded by mainly fat old, naked trolls. Varous fingers probed my arsehole, feeling the naked cock in me and I heard grunts of satisfaction as someone remarked "He's taking it bare!" Someone else, on seeing the biohazard tattoo of the man fucking me encouraged us saying "Oh, yeah, knock-up the little bitch!" The poz guy in my hole then looked down at me and proudly announced "Here it comes!" I could distinctly feel his cock throbbing and spurting inside me. After his last dribble of cum found its way into my ass, he withdrew, ruffled my hair, and murmured "Good boy. You're not leaving here until you're pregnant." No sooner had he stepped back when a short, flabby guy dripping with sweat eagerly got into the saddle, sweat dripping from his face as he slid his cock into my dripping hole. I looked round at the crowd of evil faces and the numerous cocks being eagerly wanked into full erection. I knew I was lost. The second man finished in me and stood back and asked "Who's next?" '

for me, three reasons: Putting on a condom breaks the flow and often causes the top to go flaccid and when you're gagging for it, there is nothing more frustrating than that. I love to have a top fuck me for a while and then turn around and suck him so i can taste my own ass on his cock (even better if it has been cum in before then), which leads me too... The thought of cum as lube for the next bloke.... drives me nuts.

I had a homeless guy fuck me in a park. He was 50s, long beard, he was a tad dirty and smelly.But I have a thing for guys like him. He had no interest in using a rubber, nor did I ask.It felt great when I could feel his dirty cock unload in me in the dark.

CHAPTER 2 – THE POOL PARTY Dalton’s family has a private backyard with a large pool—or mostly private, anyway. Our two houses are perched next to each other on an embankment that juts out from the street like a natural cul de sac, effectively separating us from the other lots in the neighborhood. A fence runs along our shared property line, and we planted a thick grove of trees to give both houses a greater sense of seclusion. Not that it matters. Brian and I are voyeurs, so “seclusion” is a relative term. Before Dalton moved in, we lived next to a family of five, and the Dad was a silver fox type who would jack off in the Jacuzzi when he thought no one was watching. We discovered it by accident: one summer evening, we happened to be fucking a boy under the stars when we heard a sharp grunt from our neighbor’s house. We sneaked over to the property line just in time to see the silver fox climbing out of the hot tub, his impressive erection still at half-mast. The next evening, Brian and I cleared out a few spots in the foliage where we could have an unobstructed view of our neighbors’ backyard without fear of discovery. Then we sat next to the fence and waited, passing the time by jacking each other’s dicks; before long, I was wrapping my mouth around Brian’s thick shaft while he worked two fingers into my fuckhole with generous globs of Tina-laced lube. My ass began pushing back on him, squeezing his fingers as if trying to swallow his hand. Finally, he pulled me off his dick and fed me the fingers he’d been working into my hole. As I slurped greedily on the taste of my chemmed-up guts, Brian stared into my eyes with his trademark combination of adoration and amusement. “Oh, my hot little piggy,” he whispered, “I sometimes forget what a trashy little chemwhore you are.” “Not only that,” I replied. “I’m your trashy little chemwhore.” He flashed an evil grin before sliding his fingers back inside my hole, this time working a little rock of T into the liquid warmth already radiating from my ass to my cock to my nips. At last, when I couldn’t wait any longer, I removed his fingers from my ass, positioned my hole directly above his precum-slick cock, and lowered myself onto my man’s throbbing shaft in a single hungry downward thrust of my hips. Just then, as I was fully impaled on Brian’s twitching raw cock, the silver fox walked onto the adjoining back patio. Within a matter of seconds, he dropped his bathrobe—revealing a muscular mid-40s physique with salt-and-pepper fur—and sank into the hot tub. His head fell back; his mouth dropped open. And then his right shoulder began to shake as he beat his meat, unseen by us, beneath the surface of the water. Almost by reflex, I began milking Brian’s dick with my hole as I watched our neighbor stroke his cock. Then my husband wrapped his arms around me and began thrusting up into my hole, my entire body trembling in anticipation as I braced for a load of his warm poz cum. Moments later, we heard the silver fox grunt—the same grunt as the night before. And as we watched, he pushed his hips and his cock above the water, letting his cum fly in a thick spray from his fat mushroom head. Three distinct ropes of jizz flew into the air, then down into the froth of the Jacuzzi. And that’s when I felt Brian’s raw dick pulsing and flexing deep inside me, flooding my tweaked fuckhole with a fresh dose of his potent strain. Over the next two years, the silver fox jacked off many more times while we watched from the bushes. We started calling it “the late show,” and we caught it whenever we could. Most of the time, I sat on Brian’s dick when the silver fox started cumming, and Brian obliged with another buttful of poz seed. In fact, it became such a regular ritual for us that when our neighbors moved across the country, it was almost like our favorite TV show had been canceled. We shouldn’t have worried. As it turns out, the real show was just about to start. * * * Jesse secured us a spot at the pool party. He explained that the adults weren’t really expected to swim—they mostly sat around drinking and talking while their kids played in the pool. When the day of the party arrived, Brian and I chose tank tops to show off a little muscle and fur. We also wanted Dalton to catch a glimpse of the bulges in our board shorts, so we boosted the profile of our packages by wearing cockrings under tight white jockstraps. We arrived when the party was in full swing. As we passed through the sliding glass doors and entered the back patio, I saw Dalton on the opposite end of the pool, lifting himself out of the water, his swimsuit clinging tightly to his ass while a cascade ran down the muscles of his back and splashed against the elastic of his waistband. I glanced over at Brian, and I could tell he saw the same thing. His eyes, like mine, were glazed over with pure hunger for that hot little stud’s hole. The hostess—Dalton’s Mom—took us through the crowd, introducing us to people we didn’t care to remember. (We did, however, run into a few of Dalton’s football buddies, all of whom would look fucking fantastic buck-naked and spread-eagled, trussed up in our sling and forcibly impaled on anonymous poz cock.) Finally, our hostess waved to Dalton, who was chatting up some bitch by the pool. Must be Melissa, I thought to myself. I hope she’s enjoying that boy’s dick, because she might not be getting it much longer. I watched Dalton strut our way, his tight pecs leading the rest of his body in a cocky little bow-legged stride. Meanwhile, his wet swimsuit clung tightly to his cock, confirming the presence of a thick, fleshy piece of meat between those muscular legs. He gave both of us the once-over. And as he did, his expression changed: he didn’t grow visibly uncomfortable, but his face went oddly blank. “Dalton, these are our new neighbors. Meet Brian and Tom.” “Hey,” Dalton said noncommittally, holding out his hand for a quick shake. “Hey, buddy,” Brian replied. “Great party.” Dalton nodded vaguely. “Yeah, it's pretty cool.” An awkward pause. Then, turning to his Mom: “I need to grab another burger.” “K, hon,” she said with a pained smile. “There’s plenty of food, so eat all you want.” As Dalton walked away, quickly regaining his confident strut, she turned to us and shook her head. “Sorry about that. I swear he used to have manners.” “Oh, it’s fine,” I assured him. “Teenagers, you know?” I glanced back toward the barbecue, and caught Dalton looking our way again, his face still impossible to read. “He’s a little freaked out by us,” Brian said a few minutes later, leaning in close to me as we sat by the pool. “Definitely,” I replied. “Freaked out and fascinated. Poor little faggot.” * * * By that point, our dicks were straining against the fabric of our shorts. We needed release, and our first chance at Dalton wouldn’t come for another week at least. So when we were introduced to Charlene, a bottle-blond cougar who’d recently divorced and taken up with a much younger personal trainer named Jace, I saw the opportunity to let off some steam. Jace was clearly dumb as a post, but I didn’t mind—after all, that’s what muzzles are for. He was in his mid-20s, furry and scruffy, with a chiseled body that showed through his tight T-shirt. And from the moment I looked in his eyes, I had no doubt he was at least bisexual. After chatting him up for 10 minutes or so, I found what I was looking for: a pretext to get him back to our place. He said he was really into the Fast and Furious series, and I told him we’d just bought an imported box set that included tons of never-before-seen footage. Would he like to see it, maybe even borrow it? Of course he would. (Do we own any of the Fast and Furious movies? Of course we don't.) I winked at Brian as Jace and I slipped away from the party. Leading Charlene’s trophy-jock across the yard, I showed him through our front door and closed it firmly behind us. Then he and I stood in the entryway, staring at each other for a good minute or two. No mention of Fast and the Furious. We just stared. My cock twitched in anticipation, then twitched again. Finally, I glanced down at my crotch, gave my dick one more giant twitch, then looked back at Jace. With no change of expression, he simply dropped to his knees, pulled down my zipper, and fished out my rock-hard cock. It glistened with a layer of fresh precum. Opening his mouth wide, he engulfed me, sucking greedily and noisily—an experienced cocksucker for sure. I reached down to the small of his back and snapped the waistband of his shorts. He took my cue: with both hands, he gave his shorts a firm downward yank, exposing the muscled curve of his ass. My dick responded by drooling a long, thick rope of toxic cum into his mouth. “I need to fuck you,” I growled. He paused to consider. “You clean, dude?” My favorite dumbass question. “Of course,” I said with a smirk. “OK, cool—but you still gotta wear a rubber.” “No problem.” I grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him to his feet as I pointed toward the bedroom. “Now go get naked and wait for me on the edge of the bed.” Without even nodding, he did as he was told. Meanwhile, I grabbed the Tina-laced lube and followed him, shedding my clothes as I went. Entering the bedroom, I found Jace wearing nothing but a backwards ballcap, on all fours, his back perfectly arched to expose a clean-shaven, wide-open hole. I was a little disappointed that such a hot, furry boy would shave his ass, but then I remembered that a lot of closeted “straight” boys do that—they don’t seem to realize that pigs like me often appreciate a man’s hairy butt, especially when it’s dripping with piss and sweat and seed. “Look at you and your little shaved pussy,” I said to him, and he whimpered in reply. “You shave this because you hope some stud will mistaken you for just another bitch, huh?” Another whimper. “I bet you jack off thinking about a nice fat dick filling your cunt the way it needs to be filled. Don't you, boy?” He wagged his butt up and down, as if to say fuck yeah. “Of course you do, you fuckin’ faggot. Now listen, bitch: I’m gonna lube you up. But this lube is special—it’ll feel a little warm at first. It might even burn. That’s just how it works. Sort of like Icy Hot, you know? It’ll relax your ass muscles. Cool?” He nodded his head, his jockbutt still bobbing up and down eagerly. I scooped up a thick glob of our magic pig-lube with my right hand, spread his fuckhole apart with my left, and used two fingers to firmly push a healthy dose of greased-up chems into that eager, defenseless cunt. He tensed up, probably feeling the burn, but I just stayed inside him, rubbing his lower back with my free hand, slowly rotating my fingers to work the T into the lining of his hole. After a bit more squirming, he gradually exhaled in a low, guttural moan, and I felt a radiant warmth pass across the skin on my knuckles. He pushed his ass back against my fingers, taking me deeper. I grinned triumphantly: mine. As I removed my fingers, he yelped in frustration. I laughed. “Don’t worry, boy—I’m just putting a little more grease for your hole.” I scooped up an even bigger glob, this time with three fingers, then pushed all three into him, massaging his quivering fuckhole as he made a sound that was almost like purring. Then I pulled out again, and he reached back to spread his cunt wide open. “Patience, fag, patience. My fingers can’t get far enough inside you. If this lube’s gonna do your hole any good, it needs to penetrate further. That way you’ll be totally ready for my cock.” I reached into a side drawer and pulled out a needleless syringe that I’d prepared a few hours earlier by dissolving a strong bump of T in a little bit of water. (I always try to have at least one fully prepared booty bump on hand, just in case.) “You want to get lubed up nice and deep, bitch? Want to get your hole all good and ready for my dick?” He answered with a wordless groan. “Good answer, pig.” I inserted the plastic syringe as far as it would go, then pushed the plunger to deliver a giant payload into his guts. He arched his back even more as I pressed gently on his tailbone, letting gravity do the work of priming his hole for pozzing. As the drugs seized control of his brain, his butthole started quivering. I rubbed the length of my dick along that hungry musclebutt; he responded by burrowing his head deeper into the sheets and spreading his legs a little more. “Oh, and one more thing, pig,” I said to him, pressing my mushroom head against his taint, “I don’t use rubbers. Ever. And if you insist on a condom, you’re not getting my dick. Understood?” He reached back and spread his hole a little wider. “You just spread your hole for me. Does that mean you want me to bareback your hungry hole?” No answer. “Tell me, pig,” I said, grabbing a rough handful of his hair and pulling his head back. “Do you want my raw cock?” “Fuck dude, whatever,” he said, his voice shaking now. “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please shove your dick in me.” “Not sure I heard that, pig. Say it again.” “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please give me your dick. I need your fuckin’ cock, bro.” “You want my raw cock to slide in you, pound you bareback, and fill you up with a load of my seed?” “I’ll do whatever you want, fucker. Just please, please give me your dick. I can’t believe how fuckin’ hungry I am. Please feed me, dude.” “Feed you what?” “Cock, cum, anything. Seriously, bro. I’m begging you.” I grinned. “Good boy. Now brace yourself.” He exhaled—a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, I held his ass in place with my left hand. With my right, I slid the head of my cock inside his smooth fuckhole, just holding it there for about 10 seconds as I lubed his butt with some of my toxic precum. At last, with no further warning, I pushed the entire length of my raw dick into him. He let out another deep sigh as his starving cunt spasmed against the skin of my shaft. “You like this raw cock inside you, boy?” “Fuck, dude. Please pound my hole.” “You got any plans tonight?” “Yeah. Just with my girl.” “I want you to cancel. Got it? Cancel your plans.” “Whatever you want, bro. Please just fuck me.” “I’ll fuck you—don’t worry. But first you need to do what I say.” “Absolutely. Whatever you say.” “Alright, boy—then here’s what we’re doing. We’re getting dressed. We’re going back to the party. We’re saying our goodbyes. You’re cancelling your plans. And then you’re coming back here to get pounded by raw dick all night long. Are we clear, faggot?” “Fuckin’ A. Yes, dude.” “Don’t you worry, boy—your patience will be rewarded. I promise you that.” As we talked, my cock kept twitching deep inside him—and with each twitch, his wide-open hole absorbed another little dose of my virus. He would need as much viral lube as he could get, because in a few hours he’d be at the mercy of Tristan, our merciless dealer. Tristan was full of surprises, but one thing was certain: by the time he got his dick in this boy’s slammed-up hole, Charlene would definitely need to find a new personal trainer to fuck. MORE SOON...

Looking back, I should have known he was positive. But the subject of his status never came up until he was cumming in my guts. I met Daddy online. I have a thing for older, daddy top types, and, at 6'2", mustache, s&p hair, muscular, and an 8 inch cock, this guy fit the bill. And he was into leather! Every time I was on Manhunt he'd be on and I'd send him a message. Usually he ignored me, but occasionally he would unlock his pictures to tease me with harness and chaps shots, or pics of his big ol' dick. After about a year of chasing him, I finally found him online and sent him a message that I was desperate for his cock and I would do anything to take it. This seemed to break the ice. We chatted that night and exchanged emails and pictures. I sent him pics of my ass- and one pic of my ex fucking me raw. "So you take it bareback?" he asked. "Well-- not often. I have. But I need to really know the guy." I replied. "I only fuck bare-- is that a problem? 'Cuz you said you'd do anything for my cock, an my cock wants to feel that raw hole" he said. "It's not a problem... Sir." Famous last words. After that we set a date for the following Tuesday. He worked near my apartment, and was going to come by right after he got off. And he would bring some leather. Tuesday rolled around and I was so horny I couldn't concentrate at work. It didn't help that Daddy texted several times during the day, sending naked pics and cock shots, along with descriptions of what he was going to do with me. I got home, cleaned-up and prepped, and put on my leather harness for Daddy. And then waited. When my phone finally rang I nearly jumped out of my skin. I couldn't buzz him up fast enough. As soon as he got into my apartment he shoved me roughly against the wall and kissed me. He was so strong, and his taking charge just made me melt into him. Daddy broke free and headed to the bathroom to piss and change. I went to my bed to wait. When Daddy came into my bedroom, he was decked out in a harness, arm bands, chaps and boots, as well as the leather cap from his online picture! I stood up and we made out and groped each other. Then he shoves my head hard down to his cock and makes me suck him. His dick was beautiful-- a true 8 incher with just a slight upward curve. I worshiped that cock. Then he got me on all fours on the floor and started eating my hole. Man, did Daddy know what he was doing!!! I was so horny, I couldn't wait to get fucked. I begged him to put his cock in me. And he did. He spit strongly onto on my hole and in his hand, lubed his big fuckstick and started working the mushroom head against my hole. I had poppers and he told me to do a hit. "Get poppered up, fucker, because here I come!" He commanded. After a big snort, that head popped past my sphincter and he was sliding his raw Daddy dick into my hole. It had been so long since I'd taken raw dick (since my last ex) I forgot how great raw fucking feels. "Yeah, fucker! You like that cock?" he called me "fucker" a lot. "Yeah, fucker! Daddy's finally giving you what you've been craving, isn't he?" Fuck yes he was! He started pumping my hole and really working it with every inch of his meat. And I was in heaven. Then he pulled out almost all the way and froze. "Hold still, fucker- I'm taking a picture to send to my buddies. I wanna show them your ass and how you're taking my fat cock." The picture thing TOTALLY turned me on, so I held still like he commanded. He snapped several pics, balls deep, halfway, almost out, and then one of him all the way out, head pressed against my hole. He then texted them to his buddy. "Well, fucker! My buddy is impressed and likes what he sees! Maybe next time we'll tag-team your ass" I told him I was more than willing. He then rolled me onto my shoulder blades on the floor, and re-entered my ass. My legs were on his shoulders and he went to town drilling me, only stopping every so often to re-lube with his spit. His cock felt so good and I was so horny that just the action of it scrubbing my insides was getting me close to cumming. I asked him stop fucking because I was too close, and he did. He didn't want me cumming yet either. We did this four more times-- stopping each time as I got too close. But on the fifth time, he told me he was done interrupting his fuck for me. He fucked me harder and rolled me all the way onto my shoulder blades until he was standing and plunging into me. I came without ever touching my cock, and my own jizz coated my face and open mouth. He kept drilling me until my balls were empty. I expected him to pull out as I was done, and, truth be known, once I cum, I don't like getting fucked. I asked Daddy to stop, and he paused long enough to say, "Nuh-Uh fucker. We're done fucking when I SAY we're done. And we ain't done 'til I've cum in your ass twice!" Then he resumed pounding me without mercy. It took another ten excruciating minutes of solid fucking before I felt his cock start to swell to even bigger proportions in my ass. Thank god he was close! I had been huffing poppers like mad during his abuse of my hole, so I was in a dizzy haze when he finally said, "Here you go, fucker! This is what you wanted! Take my POZ LOAD!" And with that he tensed up and I could feel every inch of that eight inch python squirting and pulsing his charged jizz into my ass. When he finished, and yanked his cock unceremoniously out of my hole, I finally asked "You're poz?" "Of course, fucker. I thought you knew. You said you'd do anything to take my cock." We lay on the floor and didn't talk for awhile. I let him play with my hole and finger his leaking load back inside my ass. Eventually he said, "Admit it, fucker. You wanted it. You were turned on by my big daddy cock taking charge of your ass-- and then charging your ass." My cock started getting hard again hearing him talk so frankly. "Ah, so you DID like it! And your ass is already hungry for more-- I can feel it sucking on my finger." He bred me again that evening just like he said he was going to. The second time was much more gentle, with lots of making out during. As he was getting dressed back into his business clothes, the last thing he said to me that night was, "Fucker, you shoot big loads! Next time we should find some dude on-line and take turns pozzing his ass!"