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This was when I was in college, couple years ago. I was bored and horny so I went on Grindr. I saw this hot white daddy. 50ish. salt and pepper. very dominant looking. no smile in the pic. perfectly my type. So I sent him a message. His profile said "bbhf" but I did not know what that meant at that time. We chatted back and forth and he asked me "U into high fun?" That's when I learned what hf meant. I said. "No, I don't do drugs." as I have never done drugs before. And then he suddenly stopped responding. 10 minutes later, I got a message from a hot 20 something blonde boy. "I am just visiting for 2 nights, wanna come over to my hotel room? *dick pics " YAS! I am not really into guys that are around my age but he was so gorgeous to pass. so I said yes. I drove down to the hotel right away. Steve, the blonde boy greeted me with smile at the lobby. We chatted for a bit and got on the elevator. "Oh I forgot to tell you something, I am visiting with my friend. He may join. Do you mind?" Steve said. "Uhm... okay. What does he looks like...?" He showed me his friend's picture, and it was the white daddy I was chatting on Grindr earlier! My heart started pounding with fear and excitement. I wanted to say no and leave, but Steve was too cute and the daddy also was super hot. I knew something bad was about to happen but I somehow wanted to stay. 'Okay let's just have fun just say no to drugs.' I thought to myself. "Sure... Did you know that I was chatting with him earlier? Am I being setup?" I said "Haha, no! I showed him your pic and he said nothing. I didn't know you two were chatting." Steve said. I didn't believe him. But I still wanted to stay. I got to their big suite. Matt, the white daddy was sitting on a sofa, smoking something out of pipe. He looked 10 times hotter than his pics. "Uhm, Hi." I said in nervousness. "I am going to take a shower. Get to know him." Steve winked at me. "Hi boy, good to see you." Matt gestured me to sit next to him. So I sat down. Awkwardly. I notice there was porn playing on the tv and Matt was gently touching my thigh. He gestured me to come kiss him, so I did. And then he started blowing his breath into my mouth. "What was that?” I resisted. I knew what it was. I probably just wanted to confirm. “Tina. You've never done it?" Matt said. He inhaled another hit before i even answered, and gestured me to come kiss him again. This time, I accepted him and inhaled the whole thing. And then I suddenly started feeling this incredible sensation, something similar to what I get when I overdose my pre-workout lol. Just 100 times more intense. I also felt super confident. I could never properly explain how it felt in words. "Wow! That feels great!" I said. "You like it?" Matt said. "How many hits am I supposed to do?" I asked. "As much as you like." Matt handed me the pipe. Showing me how to properly smoke. After 3 hits, I was flying. I was feeling incredibly horny. I started touching my self. "I am so fucking horny. Can I suck your dick please?" I "Haha. Let's take it slow boy. Give me a hit." Matt said. I smoked a big hit and gave it to him through mouth. We started kissing and moments later I was already on my knees, sucking his dick. While I was sucking him, he popped something and swallowed it. "What is that" I asked. "Viagra." "Can I have one too?" "No. you won't need it. Just keep sucking." "Uhm okay." I somehow liked how he decided that I didn’t need it. I usually don't like sucking, I prefer to be fucked. But I really enjoyed sucking his dick. Feeling his soft dick was fun. I felt like I could do this for hours. But his dick wasn't getting hard enough to fuck me, so I asked. "Am I doing okay? You're not hard." "It's normal. Just wait till Viagra kicks in. It will get hard soon." So I kept sucking, touching myself at the same time. I noticed mine wasn't getting hard either. But I felt like I was on the edge of cumming the whole time I was touching my self. Few minutes later, his dick finally started growing in my mouth. It was huge. Probably about 8 or 9 inch. That's when I felt this great warm feeling on my dick. Steve was out of shower and started sucking my dick. I was so focused on sucking Matt, didn't even see or notice steve got out of shower. Getting my Tina soft dick sucked was an eye opening experience. I have never felt something that good in my life. The more he sucked it felt better and better. I stopped sucking Matt, and just started feeling that warmness around my dick. Matt started fingering my hole as well. I was moaning like a horny cat, begging for more fingers. "I guess you really like that. Let's move to the bed." Matt said. "It's time to get your ass pounded." Steve and Matt exchanged smile. We smoked few more hits and then Matt told me to ride him as he laid down on his back. I put some spit on my ass and started riding his dick slowly. We never discussed about condom but I didn't care. That feeling of having a raw dick in your ass on Tina. I will never forget. There was no pain. It was pure joy. And then there was Steve's dick in front of my face. Both of my holes were in pure pleasure. "Omg, daddy. That feels so good." I mumbled. Steve started fucking my head real hard, and I could feel Matt was putting his finger in my ass, with his dick still in it. Again I felt no pain, each finger he added it was more pleasure. "I think he is ready." Matt said to Steve. "Yeah? Okay buddy. Are you ready to take this one too?" Steve said. I looked at him with no words, but I knew I could take both dicks in my hole. So I nodded. "Good boy" Steve started pushing his dick against my hole, as Matt removed his fingers. Surprisingly again. It didn't really hurt, there was a slight pain. But that turned into joy in few seconds. I have never done double penetration before, so I was just really shocked that I was able to take both in my ass. This was going to be the best sex ever in my life. Getting fucked by two gorgeous men at the same time. "I am going to cum." Steve soon pulled out his cock and stood in front of me. "Fuck!" He came a huge load in my mouth and I didn't waste a drop. I sucked him clean and swallowed it all. "Whoa, boy you are so fucking tight!" Steve said as he was putting his underwear on. "Hehe thanks. Are you leaving?" "Yeah, I got a meeting in the morning, I have to leave. That's why I didn't smoke. But Matt will keep you entertained." I was disappointed that he came too soon and was leaving so early. But I suddenly realized that he was lying about him visiting town with his friend(Matt). He wouldn't be leaving if they were traveling together. This was definitely a set up. But I didn't care at all. Because I was about to have this hot daddy all to myself. All night long. -to be continued

The play room is all clean and scrubbed for the weekend. The count down is on for the 19 year old Neg bottom boy that wants to be breed by me and my boy. I am looking forward to sinking balls deep and then make him beg for it make him tell me what he wants. Tell me he wants that charged load and beg all the while I use him. When I am close to blasting my load I am going to ask were do you want this toxic load slut? Making him tell me in his hole and tell him beg boy beg for my load.

Part 5 I woke up with Craig spooning me, his arms around me, and his hard cock pressing against my ass. I smiled as I reached back and guiding him back inside me. He slid in and let out a sleepy sigh. It was heaven just feeling his body pressed against my back and his cock filling me up. It seemed he was still half asleep, and I was barely awake myself. Thoughts were drifting in and out of my mind. He said he had a "hot guy" and I felt I needed to ask him more about that. I really didn't want to be the "other man." Right then he pulled back a little and fucked me with a few very slow strokes, followed by another sigh. He whispered in my ear, "Does that feel good baby?" "It sure does. This is the best way to wake up ever." He kissed my ear and gave me 3 or 4 long slow strokes. His hand moved down and found my hard cock and he started to stroke it just as slowly. "A penny for your thoughts, white boy," he said. "Well," I started, but paused. "Tell me, baby. Are you worried about what we did last night? I'm sorry." "No- it's not that at all," actually it surprised me that I hadn't given that a single thought. "I was just wondering- you mentioned this guy you have. Is that something serious? Are we doing something wrong? I don't want to break anybody up." It sounded stupid once I had said it, but I couldn't take it back. Craig pressed his cock inside me again deep, and left it there. "You are such a good guy." He gave my ear another kiss. "There is nothing to worry about. He's a great guy, too. I love him- we love each other. I don't thin I would ever leave him. We're together, but we both play with other guys sometimes. We tell each other everything... eventually." He let out a little chuckle. "I'll tell him all about you today. If he was here he'd be fucking you right now. Or he might fuck me while I fuck you." He squeezed my cock hard. "I think that might turn you on. Am I right?" He was right. I pictured another man being in bed with us, and I was very turned on. In fact, I realized the imaginary other guy I pictured in my mind was Frank. My ass muscles gave his cock a squeeze. "That does sound hot." "There, I think we are both finally awake. I know for sure that hot hole of yours is awake, and I need to give it another good fuck." He got up out of bed and was grabbing his clothes. He took out his phone. "I want a picture of that sweet ass- that OK?" "Ummm.. I've never had anyone take pictures of me like that. I guess it's OK, as long as you promise not to post anything online, OK?" "Oh these will be just for me. Well, I would have to show my guy, too." "That's fine," I said. He stood beside the bed and told me what poses to take. He took pics of my hard cock, and even more pics of my ass, some close-ups, but when he told me to smile I knew he was including my face in some shots. This was oddly exciting. Then he told me to get on my back and lift up my legs. I reached down and pulled my ass cheeks apart. 'Damn babe, there's just a little dribble of my poz cum leaking out. Let me gets that shot." He then moved closer. "You have me so horned up again. I need to give you some more of that poz love juice!" I smiled, and lifted my legs just a bit higher. His beautiful black cock pressed against my hole and slowly entered again. "Oh baby, prettiest picture yet!" He plunged into my well used hole all the way and started plowing me good. The shutter sound had stopped. I stopped thinking about the pictures and concentrated on the marvelous feeling of his cock. I threw my head back and closed my eyes. "Baby it feels so good. Your ass feels so good. How does my cock feel?" "It feels great- fuck me!" I gasped. "You want my cum baby? Tell me how much you want it." "Give me your cum!" "Tell me what I want to hear, white boy. Beg for that seed!" "Give me your seed please!" "Tell me what I want to hear." I knew what he wanted to hear. It was the same thing I wanted to say, "Give me your poz seed. I need your poz cum in my hole!" "Fuck yeah baby!" He plunged in and I felt him shoot deep into me. He pulled out his cock, and I looked up. He was still holding his phone up and pointing it down at his cock and my hole. I felt some cum shoot out onto my balls and my hole, and he reached down and swept it all up with his dick and fucked it all into me. He was taking a video! "There's my poz cum in you babe," he said. He put his phone down and lowered himself onto me and I felt the aftershocks go through his body. His head was right next to mine and he kissed me softly on the lips. "Did you just video that?" I asked. "Yes, don't worry. I think it's a hot video. Want to see it." "Of course I do, but don't move yet." He let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. His hand slid in between our sweaty bodies and found my raging hard cock. He stroked it while he kissed and chewed on my neck. I no time I let out a quiet grunt as I shot my own load all over both of us. He lifted up his head, and brought his hand to his mouth and licked my cum off. The he kissed me, giving me a taste. He eased himself up and bent down to lick some of his load out of my hole. Then he moved up for another kiss. I had both our cum on my tongue. "How does that taste- poz and neg cum mixed together?" "Delicious!" I had never in my wildest fantasies thought I would have such hot sex with such a hot man. My life was changing for sure. It felt like his poz seed had already infected my mind. Part 6 coming soon

So I ate a really light dinner so I could get to spinning class at the gym this evening. I always look forward to it because there's a hot thick short black guy in the class with a killer smile, looks a little like Nelly the rapper from the cheeks. So I see him as I walk to the lockers. Woof. I could lick the salt off his balls all night. So I get to the locker, plenty of time and there's a tall nice looking black man near my locker. Dark skin, about 6'4", 230lbs, well put together muscular, 40s, hair in braided cornrows. We continuously make eye contact and he's got a huge bulge in his underwear as he's changing from gym to street clothes. I try not to be obvious to the people around us but he's definitely got my attention and I am pretty sure I got his. As he pulls up his pants, he lets the bulge of his dick rest just outside the zipper for a few seconds longer than normal. Meantime, I'm getting my laces tied and making sure I take my time lacing my shoes as I look at his bulge and his eyes. I walk slightly away from where he's changing, on my way out of the locker room, but still within viewing distance of this man. I figure, probably see him again another time, make conversation when it happens. I go to the urinals, gonna be an hour before I can piss once the class starts. He walks into the second urinal. Fuck, I'm not gonna let this opportunity pass me by. I start casual conversation, he keeps up the small talk, and with his height, he clearly looks over the privacy wall at the urinal to check out my hard dick, bigger than average, but not more than 8 inches on a good day. I finish the piss and as I walk by him, I can see a massively thick 10" dick poking straight out. Bingo, he's interested. As I leave the urinal, I reach in, Bruce my hand around his dick and balls and keep walking. Guys in the area, it's not a cruise place. We walk around the wall to the sink and I ask what he's got planned for the evening, he says nothing. We quietly exchange numbers, he leaves, I get to spinning class. I text him once class is over, he says call. So I call and tell him I'm gonna go home and shower, maybe we can meet up somewhere. He says "don't, I want to smell that fresh Latino sweat." Gives me the address, and in less than 10 minutes, I'm at his home. Small talk, I honestly tell him I don't usually hit on guys that quickly, not sure if he believes me. But it's true, and never at this gym. Plenty of eye candy, but no real action. So within a few more minutes, we're in his bedroom and this massive guy is sucking my dick while I push past his dick and orange sized balls and rim and finger his thick ass. A little strange, I just figured he was a top. Continues sucking my nice uncut brown dick on my back, me just relaxing, enjoying the head. He reaches into the bedside drawer, grabs at something and reaches back behind him. Then he crawls forward, slippery hand around my dick, guides it into his hole and proceeds to push down till he is balls deep on my dick. Raw. Milking it. I get him off me and on his stomach and mount back on his ass. He's pretty tight, I figured he probably had bigger, but not often. Eventually, I get to the nutting point and tell him I'm close. He tells me not to stop, let loose inside him. So I bust my load deep in his tasty black ass, totally spent from the fuck and gym. I lay back and this guy takes advantage of the situation to roll me onto my stomach, legs hanging off e bad and start rimming my hole. Good bottom man. Then he starts fingering my hole while he continues to spit and rim. I'm getting a clue where this is going, but I'm not sure I want him to fuck me with that remote control dick. He mounts on top of my back, my hole already lubed with spit and probably ky, and fingered into relaxation with his beer can dick at my hole. He tells me to breathe slowly and starts pushing his massive dick inside me. At one point, it stops, I'm in a bit of pain. Fucker was prepared, reaches under the pillow and pulls out some poppers. I quickly open them up and inhale, nearly pass out. When my senses clear, his dick is fully buried in my ass, it's burning my hole but it's sliding in and out. "Fuck, you got all 10 inches inside me!" He tells me twelve. I take another hit of poppers as he builds up speed in his thrusting. After what feels like forever, I feel him build up steam and tell me here it cums! Didn't even ask, just bred my hole. Whew, its over. I can't remember the last time I had something that big in my hole. Eventually, he pulls out and I feel only a little leaking from my tender hole. "Oh, man, I think I made you bleed a little," he said. I'm wincing a tiny bit. But I still suck his dick clean. No shit, literally, just clean dick, some cum and a little blood. We already exchanged numbers so I get dressed and he asks how soon I can come over again. Fuck! Hot! Sitting here at my place now, writing about this, a little bit of toilet paper in between my cheeks in case it bleeds any more. It still burns- I'm sure my hole tore a little, but man, that was hot.

Going Back Home (Part 1) My name is Tyler, I'm 21 (almost 22) and at 5' 10" and about 140 lbs, I have a tight, lean body, hair in all the right places and trimmed where is important. My cock is (probably) of that bottoms dream of at nearly 8". I left this little, one stop light town over 2 years ago with no regrets and never looked back. So why did I return for a long weekend visit, or person I could never forget, my best friend Chase. We were best friends all through high school and discovered a mutual love for gay sex one night when we had been put on a double date. I went out with some nameless skank and Chase took out my sister. Neither of us scored (not that I tried, my eyes were always on chases ass). We dropped the girls at my house and went with chase back to his place. Chase was an only child and his bedroom was very private so as we sat on his queen size bed in only our boxers or conversation turned to sex (as any 18 year old brain was centered). We were both easily turned on and when my had brushed his growing cock chase let a low moan out. I took this as my cue and moved in for more. Before chase knew what was going I had him naked and I was moving in for a kiss. That was the first night (of many) where I fucked him and bred his tight hole. We didn't know anything about safe sex and continued his regular breeding until the day I left. After I headed for the big city he took up with my sister and 'knocked within weeks of my leaving. I hard they had 2 twin boys and saw pics of the family. I had did not go back then to see the new kids, so you may be asking 'Why am I back I town' now? I had a plan and Chase was it! I came in for four days only contacting Chase, asking him to not say a word to anyone. I told him I needed to see him alone and hoped he'd be able to get away for a couple days. Since he and my sister never got married and he still lined at home so that he could give all his extra money to my sister and his kids. I texted Chase the second I got into town, getting a room at a cheap hotel I the edge of town. I asked fire a room I the backside of the property trying to give us some privacy. When I heard a knock on the door I knew it was my conquest. The moment came through the door and I could tell immediately by the bulge in his jeans, the smile on his face and the gleam in his eye he was happy to see me. It didn't take long before I offered him a 'drink', Coke with GHB to heighten his mood & help loosen him up (although I don't think he was going to need to it, the look on his face told me the he missed my cock). What i wanted the G for was to help introduce him to the joys of chem sex and to get him to beg for my poz seed. When I got to the city it didn't take me long to discover Tina and all the ways to enjoy her along with bottoming. I'm not really sure when I got pozzed, but I knew that I was toxic and prime to pass it onto my target. This was part of my plan to get him to come back to the city with me. I don't know if it was the G or his missing me, but we were both naked in minutes. Chase didn't waste much time getting my hard cock down his throat as I rubbed one hand through his brown hair and the other over his lean body. I knew what he wanted, but I had a better place for my saved up cum. I hadn't cum in nearly a month since I discovered my new 'status' (which want easy with the guys I knew in the city). I could tell if I let Chase continue his work he'd have me cumming in seconds before I stopped him and pulled him up for his first man-on-man kiss. He allowed my tongue into his mouth and I knew at that exact moment he would be mine! It was now my turn to orally pleasure my friend. As I kissed and licked my way down my friends skinny, slim body, I could tell how much Chase missed me as his fingers were tangled in my long red hair as I took his hard 7" cock into my mouth as Chase verbally let me know how much he missed me. While I had my friend a 'little' distracted I pulled out my Tina tainted lube (this is my social blend with enough T in it to get his so high that I'll be able to get him not only begging to be pozzed, but to go back to th city with me). I pushed his legs back and turned his ass up so I’d have better access to it. I leaned in to give Chase his first ever rim job. I knew this would (hopefully) break down all resistance in his body and allow me to slip in a shard or two ( or three or four) into his neg hole. As I began to lick, tease and stimulate Chase through his first rim job he couldn’t help control from moaning. I took a couple minutes to ask if he was liking my eating his ass, to which he replied, ‘Fuck yeah, you can do anything you want to me, I missed you.’ That was my cue and I picked up (what was probably) the largest shard of T I had and held it over his quivering hole. Chase looked up as me and asked what it was, I simply told him it was crystal and was about to rock his world allowing him to focus in on his hole and the infinite amount of pleasure he could experience. Without another word I dropped the shard on his slightly open hole before I pushed it inside. I then alternated between licking and fingering as I sunk the T in deeper and deeper while Chase moaned and said that he felt it burning. I kissed his inner thigh as I let him know that that was normal and would soon fade as I took a second shard and slipped in inside with two fingers, followed by a third shard. All the while I continued to lick and shove my tongue into his hole. By the time he was ready for the fourth shard his hole easily stayed open and I simply dropped it in. Looking down at my friend I asked if he was ready for me to own his ass? His reply was simple, Oh god yes! Since I knew he had not been fucked since I left town nearly 3 yrs ago I asked if he was sure he wanted me to fuck him like I used to and breed him. Not like I was going to give him a choice, but I did have some ‘specially prepared’ rubbers just in case. Chase was the typical dumb fuck country bumpkin, as I lubed up my cock with the Tina laced lube he told me that the few times he fucked my sister he never used protection. That’s why she got ‘knocked up’ shortly after I left town. He figured there was no way I could get him pregnant. I was thinking that this was too easy as I slowly sank my lubed up cock inside him, quickly bottoming out on the first stroke. I wanted the first few fucks to be memorable. I could see Chase slipping deeper and deeper into a Tina fuelled haze as I pulled out my pipe and began to get high myself. Chase asked about the pipe. I let him know it was the same stuff I dropped into his ass. He dumbly asked if he could have a toke. But in his position the only thing I could do was shot-gun the smoke to him. After a few hits form myself and a couple more shot-gunned to him, chase was well on his way to knowing the joys of chem sex. I dropped two loads inside Chase before I pulled out. The first time I egged him on to ask for my load, for me to shoot my dirty seed in him. On the second load I got him begging for me to get him pregnant. Each load was delivered with a deep passionate kiss.

Well I've done a blood slam with a buddy of mine in Phoenix Arizona last year of 2016 in November just a few days before thanksgiving. My friend was full blown of aids. His username is tallcowboy65 on nkp n breeding zone just look up it and it's on a different username under that. So I recently got tested twice to confirm the first test results and it come back to positive. Antibodies. 3_10_17 HIV positive detectable and off meds still..

So I met this guy on grindr......went over to his house and proceeded to suck his Large 7 inch POZ cock.....after about 35 minutes he orders me to pull down my pants and lay face down on the floor....of course I obeyed as I felt his finger putting some lube on my hole I started to get excited then I felt his hard throbbing cock as he slowly inserted it deep inside me mmmmm I love that feeling! He fucked me for hours I could feel my hole was bleeding he didn't use much lube. Then I felt him get really hard until he finally shot his load deep inside me...but wait he wasn't done he continued to fuck my cum filled pussy and yes he filled me again with hi toxic load I was in heaven it felt so good but then I noticed he wasn't getting off of me he whispered in my ear just lay still...I thought what now.....Yes he had another POZ load to give me 3 LOADS in one night and I kept every drop inside me! It was the best!

Aaron woke up in the middle of the night with his little brother wrapped around his body from behind. He could feel Ryan's hard cock tucked into his ass valley, and he could swear his ass felt damper than it should be than just from sweat being cuddled against. He guessed his brother had been hard for a little bit and was leaking precum. His precum sure feels like its doing what its supposed to, as Aaron felt like he was pretty wet back there. Aaron loved the way his brother was holding him tight, his slow even breath going across his neck, his brothers hand on his pec just barely touching a nipple. His brother Ryan was fully asleep, but was gently moving his hips. Ever so slightly humping Aaron. Aaron's dick was getting really hard thinking about his brother humping him in his sleep. As Ryan's cock slide along his ass crack, Aaron's cock a little harder. Aaron shifted his ass just a little bit, opening his cheeks just a little, opening the valley to his hole. Ryan's cock suddenly slid across his hole on the next humping motion, causing Aaron to moan a little. As Ryan's cock slid across he was spreading his copious dripping precum with it. Aaron's lust level was beginning to rise. He's wanted Ryan to fuck him for a long time, now more than ever. Aaron wanted the last of Ryan's negative load in him. Ryan's cock slid across his hole again, spreading that much more precum. The hairs within Aaron's ass valley were now very wet. Aaron shifted a leg just slightly, and opened the valley to hole a little more. Now when Ryan's cock rubbed across his hole, Ryan's long foreskin caught a little on Aaron's hole and his cock was almost guided to his hole. Ryan's cock also dipped a largest glob of precum on Aaron's hole. Ryan muttered in his sleep, something Aaron couldn't quite make out, but he did make out his name. When Ryan next muttered he moved his hand a little, right onto one of Aaron's hairy nipples. His fingers moved with their own mind and teased the nipple. "Aaron....... love you......inside you." Ryan humped again, squirting a little more precum out right onto Aaron's hole, and his cock head stuck a little on the hole. Aaron moaned and pushed back a little with his ass. Ryan pulled back a little, but Aaron with his pushing his ass back kept Ryan's cock head against his hole. Ryan's foreskin was kissing Aaron's hole the whole time. "... be inside you, Aaron." Ryan moved forward, squirting big glob of precum through his foreskin just to the inside of Aaron's hole, lubing Aaron's hole to received his cock. Which Aaron willingly and lovingly accepted. Ryan's cook began its slide right into Aaron's ass. Aaron's hole held onto Ryan's long foreskin, and his cock head peeked out of the skin inside Aaron's ass and squirted more precum lubing its way deeper into Aaron. Both Aaron and Ryan moaned. Ryan in his sleep, and Aaron very much awake and lust filled for his brothers cock. Ryan's cock slid deeper and deeper inside his brother Aaron's hairy ass. Aaron's ass began pulsating around Ryan's cock, sucking on Ryan's cock, as Aaron's cock pulsed outside his body. Aaron's cock was starting to drool its toxic lube. Ryan was slowly humping into Aaron, with each humping motion going deeper and deeper into Aaron. Each stroke now rubbing Aaron's prostate, forcing more toxic juices out of Aaron. Ryan moaned again, but this time the moan was of lustful waking. "Oh, oh, fuck, Aaron....." "Easy, Bro, easy. Stay inside me, fuck me, Bro." As Aaron said this he twitched his cock causing more toxic juices to drip out, and more importantly made his ass twitch on his brothers hard cock that was deep in his fuzzy ass. "Oh fuck Aaron, I'm inside you. Your ass is so hot around my cock. Oh fuck." Ryan felt Aaron's ass twitch, which made him pull back and shove forward again. "Fuck me Ryan, give me your cock, give my your cum. I want the last of your clean load." "I've wanted to fuck you for so long. God, your ass is so hot, so tight. Oh fuck, I'm not going to last long. Fuck Aaron." "Thats it little Brother, fuck me. Oh fuck your cock is hitting my nut inside." Ryan reach down with his hand, feeling down Aaron's hairy body, to his pubes, and grabbed his big Brother's hard dripping cock. He started jacking his Brother's cock, rubbing the foreskin on the head in time to his humping. Aaron was moaning even more with this double pleasure. "Fuck me Ryan, give me that cock. I want your raw sperm, give me the last of the usable sperm." "Oh, fuck I'm going to cum Aaron, I'm going to shoot inside you. Fuck I can feel my cum boiling up." Ryan started thrusting hard and in short stabs deep into Aaron, at the same time gripping and letting go of Aaron's cock. Aaron felt his cum boiling up as well. The suddenly the brothers shot their loads simultaneously. Ryan's going deep within his brother and in a greater amount than Ryan can ever remember shooting. Aaron's shooting onto the bed, his pubes and Ryan's hand. The brothers were breathing hard. Ryan brought his hand up to his mouth, and licked off a good portion of Aaron's toxic semen, loving the taste of his brother, of his toxin. He then brought his hand to his brother's mouth, and Aaron lick up his own cum as well. Then they kissed, sharing Aaron's cum between them. Suddenly though, Ryan had to take a wicked piss. "Aaron, I gotta piss real bad. Let go of my ass so I can get up. Aaron pulled Ryan more to him, "No Bro, don't go. Let it go in me, like I did to you. Give me all the last bit of negative fluids you have. Let me fill you fill me up." "Oh, fuck, Aaron here it comes. Oh fuck it feels good pissing into you. Oh, oh, its getting so hot around my cock. Oh, god, I didn't know it felt this good to piss inside someone." Aaron was moaning in pleasure as he felt his Ryan's not piss filling him up, deeply filling his colon. Aaron shot out a little more cum as his ass was being filled. Ryan was still panting in his lust of the activities. "Love you bro" "Love you Bro"

I had not been feeling very good at all, so I called and doctor who was able to get me in to his office in about an hour thanks to a cancellation. I made the appointment, but by the time I arrived I could hardly move nor breathe. I really felt horrible. Doctor took a couple of tests and quickly determined I had pneumonia and hustled me across the street to the hospital real quick. Soon there were iv tubes running in me and fluids and antibiotics being fed into me. More tests and more tests and finally the doctor came by and told me I had probably gotten to him in time as my lungs were really full of gunk for sure, adding I would be at the hospital for at least a few days. He also ordered up some breathing treatments to help clear up the passageways. The respiratory therapist who showed-up was a young hot looking twink guy. WOW. Just looking at him standing there, in his scrubs - my breathing was definitely labored. His clothing was a bit small for his build, and definitely hugged him around the waist very nicely. I could still see he was sporting a very nice looking bulge in his crotch. I was sure he was checking me out too and basically I was naked but for one of those stupid hospital gowns. Not much I could do feeling so bad but look. I was also sure that he purposely leaned against my arm as he put the breathing mask on my face and I could feel that nice bulge I had seen. He seemed to be very well hung and I was loving it even if it only lasted a few seconds. The treatment was over way too fast as I could not take my eyes off of him. He again leaned against me as he took the mask off and told me he would be back again in about 4 hours for another one. He smiled so wonderfully as he went out the door. Sure enough the cute guy was back in 4 hours and again he leaned against my arm as he put the mask on and again as he took it off. He was looking me right in the eyes as he did it too, and smiled big at my staring back. He leaned in and whispered to me that he knew I couldn't do anything but wait until I felt better and he would see what could be done. I gasped at that wondering what he had in mind with me down in the hospital in bed. He was off then till the next morning. When he did return it was the same thing almost. As he went to put the mask on me he leaned in again and this time his cock was right against my hand. I could not resist and took ahold of his cock through his scrubs. It felt fantastic and was big enough around I definitely could not get my hand clear around it. I rubbed it the whole time of my treatment, stroking it and his low moans made me horny as hell for him even more than I had been. Too quickly it was over though and he told me he would see me later again, this time leaning down and planting a quick kiss on me. On his next trip in, he started to talk a little as I rubbed his cock again. He told me I didn't know him but he knew who I was from some pics on my profiles he had seen online. He mentioned seeing me on BBRT, BZ, MH and a couple of others and thought I was hot and wanted me as soon as possible, when I got to feeling better. He was again off then till the next day, leaving me with a lot to think about. I was especially intrigued by what he meant about me being so hot as I am really only about average looks and my cock barely average. Oh, well, he was hot enough for two I thought. By the next morning I was finally feeling quite a bit better finally. Even managed to get out of bed to use the toilet instead of a pan. LOL Still breathing hard by the time I got back to bed though but much better anyway. The morning treatment was not much as he seemed preoccupied and no talking really just in and almost out. But, he stopped for a minute on the way out and told me, we could be in luck for the afternoon as the nurse and aide on duty then were the laziest they had and would not leave the nurses station for almost anything other than an emergency and away he went, leaving me wondering again. He came in in a hurry that afternoon. He told me we had some time and wanted to have a little fun. I was all for that. As he prepared by treatment he was kind of fidgeting some. As he leaned to put the mask on again he leaned against my hand but this time as I grasped him his trousers were down and I grabbed bare cock and it was divine. I started to stroke him and as I did he leaned over a little more and reached under my gown and grabbed my cock. I was hard already but he made it a rock in no time and played with my balls too. Then I felt his hand go between my legs and started to rub my hole. He looked at me then and told me he knew I was a bottom from my profiles he had read. I smiled and nodded and spread my legs so he could play easier with my hole. He pulled away for a sec and I saw him get something out and it turned out to be some lube which he then started to apply to my hole. I was loving it and then his finger started into me and I moaned for sure as the pleasure erupted inside me. In no time I felt another finger and then another finger enter me as he opened my hole up wider and wider and drove his fingers roughly in me deeper also. I was writhing on the bed and was soon ready for anything he wanted to do. He then looked me in the eyes and asked if I was ready for more and I nodded yes. He climbed on the bed and carefully lifted my legs up and out. He lined up his cock head with my hole and slowly started to slip it in a little at a time. Stroking it in a little at a time, so slowly and so agonizingly fantastic, until I finally felt his balls hit me in the ass as he bottomed out. He held still for a bit and then spoke to me telling me how he had read every single line of my online profiles, so he was sure he knew exactly what I wanted from him. I was curious as to that but then as he said it he pulled almost all the way out of my hole and slammed back in hard. I gasped but only for a second as he did not stop but immediately went into fast speed and pounded my hole fast and furious and hard and as deep as he could. It hurt a little to start with but soon I was in heaven for sure as that is the way I definitely love it. fast, hard, deep and filling my hole as full as possible on every stroke. He kept up a little whispering to me. He was telling me how nice my hole felt, so hot, and he had just what I wanted and knew I was going to love it. At times he would reach between us and run a couple of fingers in me as he fucked me good and I could feel the extra stretch that did and then one time he reached and leaned up some and I was sure he tried to get as many fingers in me at the same time as his cock as he could. It was kind of uncomfortable and I groaned a little with it. As he brought his hand back away though he lifted it between us and I gasped as I saw what looked like a little blood on his fingers. He leaned towards me again and told me he thought he tore my hole a little that last time, but he was smiling when he said it. I started to ask what he did that for when he all at once grabbed my legs and lifted them way up and caught me off guard and I could not get a good breath to ask then as he really tipped me up and pounded deep into me even harder and faster. He was breathing heavy too I noticed and then he leaned in and told me here it comes, just what you wanted and needed. He ground into me then and I could feel his cock throb and feel the heat of his cum as it erupted inside me. He ground his cock as deep as he could and kept doing it for what seemed forever but felt so good. He finally settled down a little and told me there, it is done and I had what I had always wanted in me. I looked confused I know and asked him what he meant. He told me he read everything I had every written online and he knew I wanted his gift. I was still puzzled and he then lifted his top and there around one of his nipples was the sign. Yes, that sign, the biohazard symbol. I knew too well what that meant. I gasped and asked what the hell, I hadn't wanted that. He told me it was on every one of my profiles that I was poz friendly, and would take any load no matter who, and I had written some stories about bug chasing on BZ. He just knew I wanted to become poz and was really happy to help me out. He got up then and told me, Hey, I am done for today but I will see you in the morning and maybe we can do this again, huh? I could only lay there and wonder, what the hell did I get myself into on just fantasizing so much.

This all starts in the mid-70's sometime before that whole ghastly bicentennial mess. I was eight or nine years old and I was on a vacation of sorts with my parents. We'd been to some super-boring place in Oklahoma to see dumb old antique cars (my dad's passion) and I remember almost nothing about it. What I DO remember is stopping at those those highway rest areas for the first time. I had no idea such things existed. Concrete bathrooms in the middle of long stretches of highway that people just went in to and did their stuff. We stopped at almost all of them because I had a nervous little bladder that always had to empty itself. Most of the time, my dad accompanied me if only to make sure I was safe. Safe? It was a bathroom, and what could happen in a bathroom? Each of those places smelled like pee and they all were defaced with magic marker drawings of really long penises and plenty of words. I wanted to look, read and study every thing. Of course my dad wanted to make good highway time and wouldn't let me dawdle. Fast forward to the mid-80's and I was about to turn 21. I was home from college and working the night shift as a dishwasher at a 24-hour truck stop. I hated it. I always had burns on my hands from that huge industrial machine that I shoved dirty dishes and silverware through. It was exhausting, but the one little, tingling thought that kept me somewhat alert was that there was one of those rest areas only 15 minutes away up the highway. Of course I'd never go there alone, but my memories of the graffiti I'd seen long ago were still vivid and exciting. I could go there, and that knowledge alone was thrilling. I really hated this minimum-wage job and it was only a relief when I got fired on the spot for dropping a whole stack of clean, hot plates. It was only 3 am and I was free to go. Fine. I walked out to my junker car . I was a bit depressed because I really needed to earn more money for school, but the Summer was over in a month and now I could just rest and let my burns heal. What to do now? If I went home this early, I'd wake the whole house up -- including my little sister who had been suffering from a bout of migraines for weeks. So I drove out of the parking lot and made my way to the highway. I'd just drive by the rest stop to only look at it. Within a few minutes I saw the sign for its entrance. Was it my perv brain or some outside force that made me slow down and pull into the place? My legs were shaking for some reason as I turned off the ignition. The car lot was empty but here were a few 18-wheelers parked in the place where I guess trucks were delegated. So I imagined them all sitting up suddenly, noticing my car and stroking their big trucker dicks. My brain was getting more and more pornographic these days. And gayer. I just put it all aside and unsteadily walked into the men's side of the little concrete building because I really did have to pee. I decided to go into one of the toilet stalls instead of standing at the urinals. I really wanted to look at the graffiti more than anything. Each of the stalls had crude holes in the partitions for reasons and I wouldn't know until later. I sat and looked at all the drawings and words. "SUCK MY COCK" "LET ME SUCK YOUR DICK" That was the gist of most of the messages. It made me wonder who took a pen with them to the bathroom until I remembered that I had one in my back pocket. I'd swiped it from one of the waitresses on my way out if only because I wasn't daring enough to vandalize anything. Well a bit of bravery returned as I stood up and made my own graffiti. "I want to give you a blow job. Be here 7/8 at 11: 30 am. Stay in this stall and signal me." I left right away, feeling like I'd already done something filthy. I I had two whole days to get ready for something I was pretty sure wouldn't even happen. I spent the next 36 hours wondering and fantasizing and worrying. I left the house a little too early that day and killed a few minutes at the discount store near me. I bought a little travel-sized bottle of Listerine. if I ended up taking a naked dick in my mouth, I'd probably need some antiseptic to kill any diseases that might be on it. I got there early anyway. Well, this was good because I could look at and judge anybody who got out to go to the bathroom. If he looked gross, dangerous or sick, I could just drive away and try again some other time. So I sat with the engine running, cooling in the A.C. and listening to my heart beating super loud. Not even a minute later, a snazzy new black pickup truck sped in and parked right in front of me. It had a personalized license plate that said "TAINTED". I mulled that over for half a second before a man stepped out. He looked right at me. I sunk a little in my seat. He was tall with short brown, curly hair, a very trim beard...and obviously gay. Don't ask me how I could tell. I just could. There was just something familiar about his snooty scowl and walk. He went into the men's room and I studied every step. He was wearing tan shorts and had a pretty nice build. Okay. I was determined to go through with this. I counted to twenty and got out of my car. The entrance was only fifteen feet away, but it felt like a country mile. I made it inside and noticed he was in one of the toilet stalls -- most likely the one I'd left my graffiti in. I couldn't remember for sure right now. I couldn't go right into the stall and say "hi", so I stood at one of the urinals for what felt like a good five minutes. I flushed and went to the sinks to carefully wash my hands for another long set of minutes. Nothing. It had to be just a guy who needed to just poop or something. Okay. This would not happen today I guess. I went back to my car and started the ignition right as the dude walked out of the bathroom. He was looking at me again. I turned off the car again and wondered what to do next as he sat on the little concrete bench right outside. It was the right guy alright. TAINTED I played with that word in my head as I fumbled out of the car and headed my way back into the bathroom. I went slowly because I didn't trust my knees completely. I was literally shaking. I passed right by him, nodded and said "hi". That was all it took because he made with a bunch of small talk. What was I name? Where did I live? How old was I? Did I work somewhere? I gave lies in return. He was "Steve" and he was a hairdresser. We stood in silence for a bit before he finally said "It's hot out here". He made his way toward the entrance and held the door for me. On autopilot, I went straight for the designated stall and sat down but didn't latch the door. This was going too fast, but what did I expect after leaving that message? In a flash he was right there, rubbing the crotch of his shorts and glaring down at me. While I wondering if I should open his fly, he did it for me. And then I was staring at a big purple dick in person. I wasted no time in leaning over and tasting the pointed tip. "Take off your pants, man." I couldn't. No way. I didn't know too much about any of the other gay stuff and this was all I was ready to do. I moved up and down his hard shaft and tried to use plenty of spit. TAINTED i wasn't able to the whole thing in my mouth but still thought I was doing a pretty good job, Not good enough I suppose because he pulled off my face and started jacking off. Oh. Okay. I sat there stupidly for a half a minute while he growled and huffed and masturbated just inches from my face. Then he bucked a little, put his meat back in my mouth and started to spasm. I waited for the taste that didn't seem to be on its way. But then it hit my tongue. It was so alien and strong. I was tasting something made inside another man's body. It's almost the same as if I were tasting his lungs, heart, blood or phlegm. It was all HIM. A car door slammed somewhere outside before we could say any good-byes or anything. He left and I stayed put. Thinking. I locked the latch wondered if my life was over. Did I have AIDS now? I really should have thought this through a little. Too late. The whole incident lasted less than three minute, but I mentally replayed it for the rest of the Summer. Sometimes I jerked off and sometimes I just worried. Was my future 'tainted'? Once I go back to school, I fretted so much that I finally went to student health center to get tested for any and all STDs out there. The doctor came back after the results were back and cautioned me that I needed to come back in another three months for a second blood test. I didn't have HIV yet, but I did have syphilis. That's the first price I'd pay for leaving graffiti in a pubic place, but it wouldn't be the last.

Part 4 Over the next few weeks until the twins graduated high school and moved to the city to live with us we spent time chatting over the private video link my computer tech set up so that my sister (the twin’s mother) wouldn’t find out. To our surprise the twins were very open with us regarding their sexual tastes. They were both versatile, were hung (8”+), cut, open to experimentation with kink (although the only kink they had tried was some light bondage). We learned the night we watched them fuck that they were totally into bareback/raw fucking and never wanted to use a condom ever, and (knowing that their father and I are HIV+) wanting to be pozzed. There was a late night when we were watching that we learned something more interesting. That night we could see a water bong in the background as they were making out, sucking and eventually fucking. After they dumped a load of cum in each other’s asses we decided to be bold and ask them about the bong. Their expression told us that they wanted to hide this from us. We assured them that we are cool with whatever they are using. The important thing for them to know is that we have to be honest with each other. They admitted that they liked smoking pot before they fucked. They like how they felt as they got into each other. One night when they got high and horny began by jerking off together (along with the next few times), then about a month later after they were high they tried jerking each other’s cocks. As time went one this progressed to the first time they sucked each other (kind of like their father and me) on a night they got home from a date and were really horny. The thing was that they weren’t horny for the girls, they discovered that they were horny for each other. That night they began to do more and more until they reached the point where the only thing left to do was fuck! From that moment on they associated smoking pot with sex and fucking. Then the big question, did we (their father and me) get high. We kept without honesty policy and told them that we did get high. In fact the night I went back home to get their father was the first time I got him high on Tina. The boys knew a little bit about Tina from the internet and asked how it felt compared to weed. I told them that Tina makes you just want to fuck and/or get fucked. We didn’t go into too much detail about how we used Tina, I whispered to Chase that we can show teach them about Tina after they moved in with us. For know they smoked their pot and fucked for us the rest of the night and into the next day after their mother went to work. Graduation day had arrived and the boys were all set to get the hell out of that small town as soon as the opportunity presented arose. That came right after commencement had concluded. The twins told their mother that a group of their friends were going to camp out by the lake after graduation. They promised to be home by dinner time the next day. This made is easy for the boys to pack up a few things that they wanted to bring with them. Since we were well off when it came to cash, we let the twins know that anything they couldn’t bring with them we would go out and buy new for them. The plan was to set an message to be delivered to their mother’s phone letting her know of their leaving to live with us.

What's on my mind? Same thing as always, as much cock and cum in my hole as I can get.

So one of the guy's I workout with at the gym has been hinting with me that he likes to suck and love's the feel of hard cock in his hole. How ever he made it clear he is Neg. Clean and just wants me to fuck him after he sucks my cock then pull out and shoot on his ass. He has No clue I am toxic and Has no clue I can blast a load with out him even knowing it. then fuck it in until I am close to the second load. Pull out and blow it on his hole. let him think he is safe. I know what my master would do but what would you do??????????????? here are a couple photos he sent me. I almost had to jerk off as I looked at them. So do I stealth his ass and knock him up or play safe with the pig??????

Earlier today went to the local ABS usually not much there, so wasn't expecting too much. So I get my entrance to the booths go in eyes adjust to the dark. As expected slim pickings.. I wander around look thru the couple of gloryholes but Nada. So I look to the back, where there's a short dark hall with a couple of cubicles. Bingo! White guys there stroking and showing me his cock, so like a butch in heat, I follow. Into the cubicle and I'm on my knees sucking his nice thick straight cock. Going good, I'm working to get his load, when this other dude barges up and in and totally cock blocks me. So he leaves and I'm still hungry!. Pants up walking around again.. then I'm checked out by this slim toned black guy who motions me to follow.. I do, back to the cubicle hall to find him with his 8" thick with a wicked downward hook out and stroking and hard. In no time in on my knees stretching my mouth around his thick anaconda. He's loving it, and soon enough he's shooting his load down the back of my gullet. Yum! Still not satisfied I prowl around a little longer. Well, there's thus short Mexican dude who cruises me, we're standing next to each other and he's groping my ass then he heads into a cubicle motions me over. So on me knees sucking his thick uncut meat. He stands me up, runs his hands over my ass and turns me around. I've already spit lubed my hole so he lines up and slides home. Heaven..I feel his foreskin moving around his hard shaft while he's fucking me, steadily increasing his strokes. Then he shoves in as deep as he can while pulling me onto him as he unloads deep up my guts..he holds there couple of minutes and pulses my hole milking him. Pulls out hands me a napkin zips and leaves... finally satisfied, at least til tomorrow!

I love it when you get a hold of a boy who wants to be breed and ask for a Photo. What he sent had my cock drooling. I can't wait for this weekend to get here now. Also my boy is chasing after a guy from the gym and he sent a series of photos, however he has no idea we are both toxic. Jack is the one who wants to be breed and this is his photo what are your thoughts?????????? do I take his 19 year old boy pussy and make it a toxic cum dump??? I feel guilty when they are that young

Current Viral Load: 2.09 Million CD4: .05

Part 3 It had been nearly 16 years since I went back home to get Chase. After we left our old small town my sister discovered ‘our’ secret, the face that Chase and I were gay lovers and would not let him have contact with his sons although he was sending $5000 a week to her to support the three of them. My being her brother afforded me some contact with her and my nephews, but she was careful to monitor what was said. It wasn’t until the boys close to graduating high school that she allowed me (us) to buy the boys their own laptop computer to use for their schooling. I promised my sister that there would be software on both of them that would allow her to monitor what the boys did on the computers. What she didn’t know was that I had my computer expert install a program to bypass the monitoring software. Once the boys had the computers I could remotely activate the programs allowing us to communicate with the boys through video conference. I decided to contact them on my own without Chase to gage what she might have told them about him (and me). This was the first time I had seen the boys since they were 2 years old. They each had a nice lean swimmer’s build, looked a lot like their father in the face. I would be lying if didn’t admit that my cock stirred a little. I learned that they overheard her saying what a cock sucking faggot their father had turned out to be and if he wasn’t being so generous with his financial support she’d tell the boys the truth. The twins asked me if it was true that their dad was gay. I answered them honestly and let them know that not only was their dad gay, but their uncle as well. They both got a smirk on their faces as they let out a little laugh. That’s when I discovered that they definitely took after their father since they had been ‘messing around’ with each other for some time. Now they were 18 and about to graduate high school. Their mother wanted them to go to the local community college. I asked them what they really wanted to do with their future. I was pleasantly surprised (and a little shocked) when they said that they both wanted to come to the city and live with us. I told them that we’d have to discuss this with their father before a final decision would be made. I let Chase know that the software I had placed on the laptops was working and we could contact the boys at (just about) anytime. The next time we spoke with the boys all 4 of us were on video chat. I had not told Chase about the boys ‘sexual discovery’ when we contacted them together. I left it for the twins to tell him. What surprised me was the way that they decided to break the news. There they were on cam each wearing a pair of mesh basketball shorts when they said that they had something they wanted to tell him, but instead of telling him they showed him. We watched the barely 18 year old twins start making out and before we knew it they were in 69. I was hard as steel and could tell that Chase was turned on as well. Before we could get a word in edge wise before one of the twins had the other one’s legs on his shoulders and thrusted his bare cock inside his brother’s ass. After they were all done I don’t think that we could deny their request to join us in the city, but we needed to confront the barebacking issue. We asked them if they had been ‘messing around’ with anyone else back home. They replied, why, they got enough cock with each other. Then we asked about their barebacking and learned that they had enough education in health at school to know the risks and that that was part of the turn on to fucking. I don’t know if we were ready for their next question, but Chase’s answer surprised me. The boys asked about our sexual behavior and if we barebacked. Chase was quick to say that both of us only fuck raw. I noticed a strange grin on the twin’s faces when they asked, actually, it was more like they knew the answer as they said, “Then you’re both poz we bet.” Chase then took his shirt off to reveal his biohazard tattoo on his right pec (mine is on the left since I am the top in our relationship). The boys loved the ink work and hoped to earn their own someday. Chase let them know that we thought we could work something out if they came to live with us. The boys share an old pickup my sister had bought them and right after graduation they packed up their stuff and left in the middle of the night leaving a note for their mother that they had lived with her long enough and that it was time to live with dad.

The Craigslist ad featured a pic of my ass and read, "Looking for guys to fuck me bare and shoot their load inside. Send a pic of your cock." He answered with a picture of a big, uncut black cock around 9" and beer-can thick and his phone number. A couple of texts clarified that he was in town for work and looking to host in his hotel room. Since I was already clean, I was on my way. I like going into a hookup with some mystery; don't tell me too much. "The guys I work with are in the rooms on either side, so don't knock" reminded his text as I pulled into the parking lot. "The door will be propped open." That's how I found it. I opened the door and slipped into the dimly lit room. I closed the door and walked into the main part of the room. He was an average built 6'3" guy in his late 30s lying naked on the bed stroking the big piece of meat. I said, "hey." He said, "Get naked and get on this cock." I complied and slipped his rod into my mouth. It had been clean this morning, but now his uncut cock was musty with just a hint of cheese. I loved the taste. I sucked in enthusiastically as it grew to full hardness. "Keep the noise down. Don't get your teeth on me," he warned quietly. I took it as deeply as I could without risking that, but the girth made it impossible to take all the way. After a few minutes, he pushed me off and climbed off the bed leaving me on my belly. "You're going to take this cock raw without any complaints." It was more of a comment than a question. "You're going to fill me up with your load," I replied in the same quiet tone. He chuckled. "If that's what you want." He spit into his hand and pressed the big head against my hole. He pushed firmly into me in one slow, insistent thrust. I suspected he wouldn't be much on foreplay, but I had been working my hole long and hard with my big dildo and some silicone lube before I left home. That meant although it took my breath away I was able to take his forceful entry with a level of pain that only heightened my arousal. As he began to thrust into me, I began to moan. He fucked me hard at a steady pace with the full weight of his body pressing me into the bed. "You like that big, bare cock?" "Uh huh," I moaned. His speed and force increased little by little. "You want me to cum inside you?" he asked. "Definitely, give me that load!" Harder and harder he pounded. "You sure you want my load?" "Give it to me!" With one last painful thrust, I felt his big black cock throb inside me. "Chubby white boys like you always want my nut," he observed as he lay on top of me slowly coming down from his orgasm, "and I like to give them what they want." I murmured agreement. "Let me rest here a few, and I will give you one more," he offered. There was no conversation this time just moans and gasps from both of us. By the time his second orgasm came, I was feeling more than a little sore and stretched out. A few moments after that, he pushed himself off me and went into the bathroom. "Get dressed and get out. I'm done," he ordered. So I did. He must have shot a huge couple of loads because I couldn't keep it all in my abused hole. I felt it running down my legs as I made my way back to the car. At home, I had that big dildo back in my ass ready to rub out a load when I heard another text arrive. "You didn't ask about my status, but I bet you want to know, slut. My VL is sky high. Enjoy everything I gave you." My cock shot hard without me having to stroke.

Chapter 1: By the time I was 23 I had become quite a cum slut. I couldn’t seem to get enough cock and cum inside me, I would hook up with younger guys, older guys – I had to have cock. Before that It took me all of about a year to go from just being a bareback bottom to full on bug chasing and I wanted a man to convert me. I’ve always barebacked. I think bare is the only way I men should fuck, and I was getting fucked a lot -- especially right before I converted. To a point, I mostly didn’t think a lot about getting infected, I just wanted to take loads from as many guys as I could and occasionally share mine. The anonymous encounters were the best and always got my cock squirting. Then something happened that had not happened before, one of my favorite fuck buds informed me that he had just tested positive for HIV. I didn’t react badly, to be honest, we wound up talking on the phone and in person about it. We were pretty close for fuckbuds and one thing led to another … he fucked me and stayed the night, neither of us seemed to care. We had been chasing HIV, we weren’t dumb, and so it wasn’t entirely a surprise when one of us tested poz. I even created a profile on BBRT with a status of 'Positive' and began exclusively hooking up with guys whose status was listed as 'Positive', 'Undetectable', or 'Not sure'. The versatile 'Not sure' guys were my favorite guilty pleasure. Sure enough at some point, one of the many loads of cum I took, maybe even the one of the ones from my fuck bud, sealed the deal for me. I remember the day I got the news. Since the time my fuck bud told me he tested poz I had tried to mentally prepare myself for those words, I had been having a lot of bareback sex with him and lots of other guys, and I thought to myself, 'I guess you got what you wanted. Now you’re a poz cum slut'. To some it might seem perverted but I boned up when I got the call about my test results. The nurse confirmed it and, of course, the doctor, who I thought was kind of hot, wanted me to come back in to discuss treatment. I honestly had a raging hard-on the entire time he talked to me, and while part of me hoped he didn’t notice, part of me hoped he did. Anyhow, he told me that day that my viral load was very high, in fact it was almost one million. He also told me my viral load might well continue to rise for a while, and I should avoid sexual contact, as there was a substantial risk that at this point, more than down the line, that I would infect any guys with whom I played. I got back to my car, a little sweaty, head spinning, and realized I was incredibly turned on; I’d had a lot of sex chasing this bug and testing poz just now was the result of that. I was just 23 years old, and I was HIV+. An evil grin crossed my face, I knew that a lot of other men, hopefully, would end up HIV+ at the firing end of this boy’s rock hard dick. I jacked off right there in the hospital parking lot. Sweaty, tired and covered in poz cum, I took off my shirt, wiped up the mess, and drove home. (The backstory ... I decided to create a new story ... more chapters to follow soon, hope you guys enjoy)

I had dated the same girl throughout high school, and I loved her dearly, tall, slender, redhead; but she was as wild as I had heard from other in their relationships, she loved sex any time, any place, and would love to finger my ass after she came to get me to cum. but I like to read about sex stories a lot. I came across breeding zone on gay story search and found things very erotic, love the interracial stories, about men and women. The stories about guys bug chasing seemed well, farfetched. So one day I am doing my online searches and Poz stories about black men breeding white boys got me off a few times that day, but I then found an ad about support groups for HIV infected men; well I had to see for myself if it was true what these stories boast about. I called the number and spoke with a guy who stated that they were starting a group in downtown of the city and the only requirement was that I had HIV; I lied and stated yes, he gave me the address and time and hope to see me there. So the date rolls around and I drive from my suburb city downtown and find the address of a rather old dilapidated building and go in and up to the fourth floor where I met the guy behind the counter and after filling out some paperwork with a fictitious name and address he led me into a conference room where the table was like 15 feet long by 4 or 5 feet wide. To my surprise were 9 black men ranging in age from 35 to maybe 50 and appeared to be from all walks of life. I think they were just as surprised to see a skinny 18 year old white kid being walked in by the counselor. After the counselor called the meeting, he had us go around the room and introduce ourselves and why we were there, everyone had a story to tell on how they were infected and the most veritable was drugs and sex with other men. When it came my turn, I used some of the other stories and put my own together with the part that I had been infected by a black man. Then counselor asking agitated on how I knew it was a black man, I told him that since I lived in the city, I was seduced by a black man and only had sex with black guys in the park or at black guys homes that liked to use white guys, boy did the smiles break out around the room. The counselor then asked what we were all looking for in the group sessions, of course I just stated that I wanted someone or other people to talk to about my problem. At the end of the meeting and some more paperwork, we all headed out. I stopped off on the second floor to pee before I headed home since it was a good drive back. As I entered the bathroom, there were four of the guys in my group standing around smoking what smelled like weed and one guy standing at one of the two urinals. I just stated “HI” and walked up to the other urinal and started to pee when one of the guys smoking asked if I wanted to hit the pipe. Not wanting to be rude, I stated “Sure”, I had also noticed the guy next to me was pulling on his cock and was getting longer by the second, he made sure he was back far enough for me to see his growing cock. As I put away my now hardening cock back in my pants and zipped up, I turned and walked up to the other three who handed me the pipe and gave me a lighter; after several hits, I asked what kind of weed was this, that it was more potent than any I had ever smoked before. They all laughed and stated it had T in it, not sure what T was, but didn’t want to act stupid and just accepted it as a more potent weed made. I was flying pretty well when they asked me if I liked being a bitch to black men? I of course not wanting to give away my real reason for being there, just said “Yes”. They turn me around and the guy at the urinal had his pants down stroking a big black cock and just told me to get to work. His cock as coal black and big as it was, scared the shit out of me, yet I was mesmerized by it also that a cock could be that big. He walked up to me and stated “what the fuck you waiting for, bitch boy; get the fuck on your knees and suck my big black cock”. I guess he didn’t like to wait and grabbed my hair and pulled me down to his cock, which caused me to go to my knees hard. “Open that fucking white mouth and take what you love, Bitch”. I opened my mouth to tell them the real reason I was there, but I never got the words out, only his cock in. This guy grabs the back of my head and starts to face fuck me all the time telling what a good group bitch I was about to come. As he hit the back of my throat with his cock and tried to get it down my throat, I started to gag and though I was going to throw up; that is when he had me hit the pipe a few more times and sent me flying higher and then came the brown bottle later found to be poppers which let this guy get his cock down my throat. I then heard a sound that was more frightening than before, zippers of the other guys going down; Fuck, I was going to suck all four of these guys cocks? I just wanted to try and run and not look back, but I could see I had nowhere to run and no one to call for help. I could see out of the corners of my eyes the other guy’s cocks as they were stroking them waiting their turn. I knew I was destine to suck all four of their cocks, the first thing I had forgot about was that I was going to be swallowing their seaman or as the first guy started saying, “yeah, white bitch, get ready to take this charged nut down that faggot white throat”; then it dawned on me, “Charged” fuck, they were going to make me swallow their poz cum. I pulled back and told the guy face fucking me that I had to tell them something first; he pushed me back on my ass and stated “what the fuck does a white punk bitch got to say to us, except that you love these nigger cocks and want us to make you our bitch for the next 9 weeks”. The tears started to flow as I told them the real reason I was there and that I had never sucked cock or been poz. They all looked around at each other and then me on the floor, the guy who had been face fucking me started to laugh and reached out his hand to me and help me up, stating “ that’s ok white boy, I get it, you wanted to check out us black poz guys”, he then stated no hard feeling and offered me the pipe; taking the pipe to not only to relax, but to show them I was sorry and no hard feelings, I took a deep hit, but this time it was strangely different, my head went into dream land, and all I could hear was that I was loving the pure T in the pipe. The next thing I know is they are all rubbing their hands all over my body and squeezing my cock, the guy that had been face fucking me handed me the pipe, and I tried to refuse, but he squeezed my balls and I inhaled deep from the pain and now barely able to stand. I was feeling so high and warm and now a funny feeling of hornyness had come over me, but I did not know that it was the drugs doing this to me, I was just in a daze. Then next thing I know is my t-shirt was lifted off me and one of the guys had undone my jeans and had them around my ankles along with my underwear. One of them hit me behind my knees causing me to go back to my knees on the floor, where I felt my pants yanked off. The black guy who was face fucking me, said the party was just starting and that they were going to make me a chemed up bitch for black cock before I left, he then walked up to my face with his cock now at my lips and demanded I open my faggot white mouth and get to my new job pleasing his cock. I opened my mouth, not knowing what else to do and began to suck his cock, he then told me how the grab his shaft and cup his balls and to use a lot of spit to get his cock ready to bred me. I was given more hits of poppers and found myself now sucking this giant black cock willingly or at least the drugs had me sucking and starting to feel like it was no big deal, not that the name calling and hair grabbing was not helping. It seemed the more they called me a faggot, bitch, and what they were going to do to me; well I just became what I thought I should be; to service these magnificent black cocks with my now cocksucking white mouth. The guy face fucking me told me to use a lot of spit, because that was what was going to be used to breed my faggot white cunt, and that I wouldn’t be able to walk right for a week when they were done with me. The strange part was that the other three were just standing there with their cocks in hand, but not being aggressive like the guy in my mouth; maybe he was the leader and they were waiting their turn, maybe they just wanted to watch and I would get out of there with just sucking or getting fucked by one cock. Then I thought the later was true, if I got this leader off in my mouth, my ass would be spared and I would never come back or talk about this to anyone. After I got the leaders cock hard and sucking as if my ass depended on it; and it did, he looked down at me and almost knew what I was doing, “think you get this cock off before I take that cherry white ass? Not going to happen bitch”. He then grabbed my hair and stood me up and walked me up to the sink and pushed my face down at the bowl and kicked my feet apart; I then felt what felt like spit on my ass, and this guy now had his cock at the entrance of my ass. The leader then leaned over me and whispered in my ear to hold tight and let him in and it wouldn’t hurt so bad, but it is going to hurt at first, then I hope you love getting fucked as much as I am going to love making you our bitch boy!! His cock started to push and of course I was attempting to hold tight, but one of the other guys came up and slapped my ass HARD and the leader slapped my face, that I forgot about the pain around my ass and thought about the other slaps and in his cock started. I SCREAMED out loud to the point they all started laughing and calling me a queer little bitch who just didn’t know how much I was going to learn to love black meat. One of the guys came up on the other side and gave me the pipe and then a hit of poppers, but my screams made someone notice, an older black guy, I think the janitor walked in and asked “what the fuck was going on”, the look on the janitors face was a look of taken back of four naked black guys and a naked with boy getting fucked in the ass. The fourth guy told the janitor to “get the fuck out and not say a thing or they would make him take my place”; the janitor turned and left as fast as he came in stating he don’t see a fucking thing. The leader never even stopped for a second, just kept pushing further and further up my ass until I felt his balls slapping against mine. A couple more hits of the pipe and poppers I was so fucked up, I hadn’t even noticed that I was now in a slow moan and not screaming to stop, but feeling like a used bitch in heat, I think I was even pushing back somewhat. The leader was now looking at his friends stating “look at white boy shaking his ass, he is liking it”; the leader then told one of the guys to use the other end. One of the guys then pulled me off the sink and they got me to my knees without the leader ever pulling out, I know had a black cock at my mouth and I just opened up and let him in. I never felt so sexy as I did right now, I was a white bitch who was satisfying black men’s cocks and I was liking it, no loving it. My ass and mouth were being used like a girl’s cunt and mouth and I wanted what they do, CUM a lot of cum. The more poppers under my nose, the more I sucked like it was my last, and at that point I was praying I would see these guys again and let them use me. The leader then began to fuck me with a passion, no a mission, FUCK he was about to cum, cum in me and he was poz, his poz cum was about to fill my ass. The leader stated “yeah bitch boy, I am going to cum in that now faggot white cunt and make you a poz chasing black cock bitch. The leader roared and pushed deep and held his cock deep in my ass and asked me if I could feel my life change, because I was now the property of black men who needed to get off. The black cock in my mouth was right behind the leader tell me if I didn’t swallow every drop he would kick my ass all over the bathroom. The pulsing of his cock now evident as I felt the first of several spurts of cum shooting into my mouth and he just kept telling me to swallow; and I did, I was not happy with the pungent taste, but I didn’t want to get beat up more! The guy that had just cum in my mouth and patted my faced stating that I did a good job, but would get better. The leader then pulled out of my ass, fuck did that feel different. The leader then walked up to my face and presented his cock, “get to work and clean me up BITCH”. I really didn’t want to suck a cock that just got out of my ass, but the third guy got down between my legs and shoved his cock ball deep into my ass. I didn’t have time to think as I opened my mouth to scream again, but found the leaders cock in my mouth telling me to be a good cocksucking white bitch and start cleaning, I could taste his cum, my ass and blood, but just did as I was told, knowing I was now defeated. I was cleaning a poz cock that had just raped my ass, had cum, shooting poz cum in my ass and swallow his friends cum and now getting fucked again by another poz cock. As the leader was satisfied that I had done my job, he pulled out and the fourth guy just looked at me with his cock in front of me, I just opened up and took him in, with a few more hits of poppers, I was back in heaven being bred at both ends knowing that I was going to get two more poz loads in me. The guy in my ass grabbed my hips and started to fuck me with a vengeance and I know that he was going to fill me with his hot seed. I heard the leader call me and as looked over I saw he had his phone pointed at me taking either photos or videos of me, I tried to look away, but was ordered to turn and look at him. The leader then looked at the other two and told them to “Do it to him”. They both pulled out and jacked their cum all over my ass and face and then shoved them both back into my holes with cum dripping on my back and down my face and seeing that the camera was still focused on me, I knew I would be at their beck and call till they tired of me. After the other two pulled out, I fell on my stomach and layed there feeling cum dripping down my waist, legs, and face as they all go dressed and told me now to be late for the next meeting if I knew what was good for me. They all walked out laughing, high fiving each other, the leaders last works I heard was, we got another white cunt to turn.

Anyone else really turned on by the thought of me & a few other tops holding down a hot smooth bottom and raping both of his holes all night long? Use him & abuse him like the (sub)human sperm bank he is. NO safe word, NO mercy, NO lube. Make him scream. Make him struggle.

I have found profiles for two guys I know, on bbrts. One surprised me, the other, not so much. Anyone else, any hook-ups?

Total pigs and cumsluts like me do not make for the best of faithful partners - sure we are great sex, that is why our partners are with us - but it takes a special kind of top to tolerate being in a relationship with a pig that constantly craves cock and seed. We can't help our cravings - it is what we are born for - to take cock and seed and that need permeates every fibre in our body. My current partner is a great man and I love him heaps - he is great sex and I get plenty of it from him - but that insatiable need for hard cock inside me always wins out over everything else. We have only been together a short while and he is a one on one man and up until recently I lived within the rules. Then, oh fuck - Mardi Gras fortnight came along. For years I have spent those two weeks taking cock and seed from all over the world and absolutely loving it. This year I was going to try and keep a lid on my slutting out - until my partner told me he had to go to Melbourne for four days for work. He did the worst thing he could have done the morning he was leaving, he threw a good 20 minute fuck into me before he left for the airport. Suddenly I was alone., naked in bed, with a load seed in me and horny as fuck. I knew I needed more cock (or dildo - which I resort to at times to satisfy myself fully) so I thought I would hook onto BBRTS and see if I could get "just one more fuck". I threw up a quick connect ad and within 25 mins a middle aged American man, hairy chest nice fat cut cock was talking to me. He was looking for a pig and I knew I was looking for a pig fucker, so in no time at all really we arranged a hook up in his city hotel. I told him my partner had already loaded up my mancunt and he told me not to get rid of the load as he wanted it for lube. In no time I was on the train and headed for town. He was a great fuck, he rimmed, fingered and fucked me for a good half an hour. It was like old times for me, my legs open and a strange cock in me and me enjoying every thrust of his gorgeous cock and the feel of his large balls slapping against my hole. As he blew I arched my back and worked his cock so hard with every muscle in my hole. As he pulled out he reached for the towel, which I quickly pushed aside and went to work to complete the job, cleaning his cock and balls and ensuring what never went in my hole went down my throat as I stuck my tongiue in his piss slit to make sure I got every filament of his seed in me. After some small talk he said ÿou want more". That was music to my ears as I certainly did want him to fuck me again. But, I was misreading what he was saying he meant did I want to fuck for a group. He got back on line and shortly said to me - another top is five minutes away - he wants you blindfolded on all fours. Just like old times I got really excited and knew I was in for a day getting banged. He blindfolded me and I heard the buzzer ring and he left me in the room while he went down to retrieve the top to fuck me. As they walked in he was tellin the top there were already two loads in me. The American slapped my arse and asked me to push some seed back for the top/. I obeyed. I could hear the sounds of undressing and within a minute or so I could feel a cock probing at my hole. In one thrust a good sized cock was buried to the hilt in me - and the hard fucking began and the yank cheered him on from the sidelines. "You like that cock piglet"and "fuck him hard"and "breed the cunt"and "make the pig squeal" were among his verbal onslaught. The top obviously loved it as he fucked me really hard digging his fingers into my hips before finally letting out a guttural groan and unloading in me. "pull it out and let the pig clean you up"the yank said. I immediately spun around and felt for his cock - it tasted wonderful with that lovely pungent taste of three seeds mixed on it. He left and the yank offered me a beer. I accepted as I was hot and bothered and then he told me had organised an Asian and white guy couple to come over and fuck me. He started fingering my sloppy cum filled hole and asked me if I was up for more cock. The dormant slut in me had risen fully and I was ready for the entire city to fuck me. I said yes. Within an hour they arrived the white guy about 50 salt and pepper hair and a hairy chest with a nice average uncut cock, his Asian partner slim, hairless, about 35, average cut cock and I immediately set to work getting them hard. The Asian guy fucked me first and within five minutes he was groaining and busting his nuts in me. His boyfriend immediately took over. The Asian boy walked to my head so I could clean him while his partner fucked me doggy style. After I cleaned the Asian up the yank stuffed his half hard meat in my mouth and I was relieved as I knew I was going to get another serve off him. "Hey piglet do you think you could take both our cocks" he asked. With a mouthful of his now hard thick cock I nodded yes. When they DP'd me I was in heaven, there is nothing nicer for a bottom pig than to feel that full of cock you feel like you are being split in two. I stayed as still as so I could keep both cocks in me as long as possible and let the tops fuck me how they wanted and in what position. The yank had the best of it as he was on top while the white guy was under me and after about five minutes the yank said Ï am going to breed your pig cunt" - he thrust hard and blew in me and all over the white guys cock in me. He slipped out and rolled on to my chest and the white guy pounded me for a few minutes before he too unloaded in me. I loved the verballing I got off both the white guy and the yank - they reminded me of what I was - a fucking cumdump pig. After I cleaned up all the cocks, I felt so complete, so happy and so used - but at the same time thrilled to be filled with loads. My yank friend said he had a dinner date and I got dressed - conscious of my dripping cunt and headed home to suburbia. When I got home I immediately put a butt plug in me to keep all the seed in me for as long as possible. Like all true cumdumps - I had a spring in my step.

Sounds like a super hot encounter. Hope you get more!

thanks for following

I've used cum from floors and walls as lube to jerk off with. I've licked and tasted. Used it as lube for my cock and ass. I'm hard just thinking about it

i totally agree. If i sucked your cock i deserve that cum whether its in my mouth or up my ass i still want that cum inside me.

Alll sluts i fucked enjoyed dirty talks. Makes things clear about their purpose here.

Was at the CumUnion in Palm Springs. Got there early, but all of the slings were already taken. Walked around and played a bit in the playrooms - sucked some dick, laid on a massage table and got fingered, eaten and fucked, walked around a bit more got the occasional grope - stopped and backed up. A couple took the opportunity and slid right in and fucked me standing up in the walkway. A couple pulled me off to the side and bent me over a chair or trash can. Eventually my hole was leaking a half-dozen loads as I walked around naked. Found an empty sling and hopped in and slid on a blindfold. Had a couple of looky-loos (could hear them approach, then scurry away. It happens - more often early in the evening.). Had a couple walk up and both fucked me. Don't know who they were, but they traded off inside me and egged each other on as they fucked. Love couples who cum in me! Eventually, they both came in me groaning and living the release and the second one REALLY loved his partner's juices in me! They left and it quieted down, so I got out (don't hog the facilities, after all). Moved to an outside sling that was busy earlier with a hot porn star. Since it was empty, I hoed up and proceeded to take a few more loads, the occasional few quick pumps, then a guy walked up and started talking about my hole like he'd found the holy grail. LOVED it! He pumped and teased my ass - hard and gentle, every angle, opening me up and talking dirty the whole time. He told me to open it up and I did, he ate my ass and sucked some cum out of me and continued fucking. I was in heaven. He must've gone for about 20 minutes when a tall guy who'd been circling came closer. Hot man offered the new guy my hole as he pulled out. The new guy was hung like a horse and rock hard. He plunged into me in one thrust all the way to the balls making me gasp and grab the poppers. He held himself there while I adjusted. Then he proceeded to pound my hole hard and deep forcing me to wince and exhale. He relished it and kept hitting that wall inside me until he slid past and I moaned like a freak. He pumped and pumped as the other guy egged him on. I could feel him tense as he shot into me flooding me and making my ass leak. I could feel him shoot a couple more times then he pulled out and fingered my cummy, gaping hole. He left and the hot guy dove down and ate my sloppy hole before he slid back in and shot his own load in me. I ALWAYS have a good time at CumUnion!

Yeah. The first time I sucked off an Uber driver was when he picked me up from the baths in Amsterdam. The second time was late at night in London. I'll have to write about both those incidents sometime. I love those surprise encounters. Late nights seem to be when it happens for me.

I have a solid rep as a fuck slut. Am proud to have a huge partner count and have guys that have mated with me and recommended me to other guys they know or invited me to group events to be passed around. When I go to a sex resort guys know pretty quick that my beefy ass is there to get used til it is a canyonized slop hole and i proudly show off how well stretched I am from 25+ years of continual heavy sex use. It is so awesome to see so many dedicated fuck sluts on this thread who are proud of their promiscuity and embrace their primal male drive.

Hi Pig ... thanks for the follow m8 xx xx

BB ORGY #9 Hey, Rawboyz! Yesterday was an awesome bb orgy at Club120 in Toronto. I got here at 4:30 (4 PM start) and stayed until 7:30. A lot of bb sex can happen in a 4-hr timeframe! And it did... There were a lot of new face/cocks/asses there which is really great to see and experience. When I put my clothes away in a bag with the coat check guy (he's straight but looks like Chad Kroeger from Nickleback -- WOOF!), I had my eye on a younger tanned guy who locked eyes with me. He's from Belleville, Ontario, about 2 1/2 hours away from Toronto. He wanted to be fucked. So I grabbed a lube packet, spread some the lube in his boyCUNT and some on my daddy dick, and I inserted. I wasn't ready to come yet as I just arrived. But I got his boyCUNT ready for other dicks to explore. The experience felt great. There were 4 slings up on the second floor and guys in them to be fucked. Wow, ready bottoms! Woof! There were couches downstairs if you needed more room and comfort to fuck guys on them. Very thoughtful of the organizers! Some sex was happening there. But mostly, bb sex was happening upstairs. I got sucked a number of times. And i sucked a number of juicy cocks. Also, I managed to fuck a regular fuckbud who already had loads up his ass. It felt FANTASTIC! His ass muscles grabbed on to my dick, and you know what happens after that…. HEHE! The action started to diminish by about 6:30. I guess the adage "cum and go" fits. The whole afternoon was a bareback drop-in, pump-and-dump. Perhaps guys had other stuff to do. But isn't it great to have this type of bb environment in Toronto? It's refreshing and very satisfying for all who participated actively!! Thanks, rawboyz, for reading this! I look forward to reading other bb orgy stories from you, rawboyz!! Happy barebacking! I'm very much looking forward to the end of April bb orgy, same club, same time!!

This one. Three times in one night whilst I was tied up, hooded and seriously high. Good times.

I'd just finished giving a hot str8 boy a massage that ended with me sucking a load from him. I'm still horny for some more dick. So, I head to the closest Adult Bookstore. It's kind of between the lunchtime rush and the after work rush. But there were quite a few cars in the parking lot as I pulled in. So, that's a good sign. I pay my money into the turnstile and enter the store and head for the booths in the back. A couple of obvious gay guys are roaming the hall of booths, trying doorknobs. I also try a few doorknobs. Damn! Most are locked. The guys in the two unlocked booths I did enter, quickly turned me down. Shit! It was that time in the afternoon, between rush times, when there was normally only gay guys there. For the most part, the same usual gay guys just hangign around, staring at their cell phones. They'll stand in booth doorways, taking up space. Or some will obviously cock-block other guys. It's usually a frustrating time of day for me in these Vegas ABS's. After about 5 minutes, I'm feeling that this is going to be a waste of time and money. I might as well leave and cut my losses for the afternoon. I'm heading toward the exit to the booths when I hear the chime of someone coming in the door. I stop dead in my tracks. I'll at least wait to see who new guy turns out to be? In walks a fairly good-looking Latino guy in his early 30's. 5'9", 170 lbs or so. He's wearing dusty, faded jeans, well worn, brown steel-toe work boots and an orange polo shirt with then name and logo of a large Paving Company from the area. He wandered down the hallway of booths, finally going into one and locking the door behind him. Every one of the gay guys in the hallway watched him like he was "fresh meat", and they were ready to pounce. One of the guys quickly followed after the Latino guy and tried the doorknob. But, sure enough, the door was locked. I moved to the booth next to his and stood in the doorway. I was hoping that after a few minutes, he'd get horny and unlock the door. From where I was standing, I was hoping I could hear the click if he did unlock the door. That quite often happens in these places. Several different guys strolled past and tried the doorknob. Finally his dollar ran out on the video machine, and he exited the booth. He wandered up and down the hallway a few times. Again, every guy in the hall had their eye on him. He walked past me as I stood in one of the booths doorways. We made quick eye contact and he entered the booth directly across from me. We again made eye contact as he pulled the door closed. But not completely closing the door. He left the door cracked open just a bit. Well, like flies on shit, I could see all the guys begin to rush towards his booth door. I was the shortest distance away from the door and got there first. I've learned you've got to be quick, in situations like this. This is no time to be courteous. It's every man for himself, when the competition for dick is this slim. LOL I entered his booth and locked the door behind me. He already had his cock out of his zipper and had it in his hand. A str8 porn movie was on the screen. I pulled out my poppers and dropped to my knees. I took his cock into my mouth. It was limp, and had a very ample foreskin dangling in front. I sucked and gently chewed on his foreskin. I slid my tongue up into his foreskin. After making love to his beautiful foreskin for a few minutes, I then went to work on sucking his cock. He cock continued to grow as I worked on him. He was definitely a grower, not a shower. He soon grew to a very nice 6 1/2 inches long. And rock hard. After a few minutes, he pulled from me and sat down on the chair. I crawled between his legs and went back to work on his cock and balls. He seemed to really get off when I was sucking on his low hanging, big ball sack, while I looked up into his eyes. I would alternate between sucking on his cock and then his balls. He was very aroused and I could tell he was getting close to cumming. Sure enough he was soon breathing hard and softly saying, "I'm cumming. Dude, I'm cumming!". His sweet cum filled my mouth and I greedily gulped it down. "Thanks", I said as I stood up and pulled a few paper towels from the dispenser to wipe my mouth. "No, Thank you! That was a great blow job, Man!". "Any time", I said as I pulled myself together and he pulled up his pants. I smiled at him as I left his booth.

Hopefully getting my first poz load in about 2 hours

Met a guy with a hot 10" dick at a party. He was sad that no one could swallow it al, so I took that challenge and went all the way down on him. The he said no one seemed to be able to take it all up the ass, so I took that challenge too. He shot his load into me while his balls were up against my own balls.

I will love to be a bottom like that, being rapped and abused all weekend and be completely soaked in cum.

Part 2: The thick wood wall held firm as Brother Roberto slammed his 10-inch dick through the velvet-covered hole and into my ass raw. I was happy to take whatever penance he offered as long as it got me closer to my goal - closer to the bug - closer to CRF19. I snorted two big lines off the golden platter and once I did, Father Adelmo stuck the end of his uncut Cuban dick back into my mouth and started chanting, “JOIN THE HOLY UNION. BE ONE WITH THE BODY. JOIN THE HOLY UNION. BE ONE WITH THE BODY.” The chanting picked up in tempo and volume as Father Adelmo pumped my throat and one of the Brother’s banged my ass. “TASTE OF MY BODY - TASTE OF MY BLOOD - TASTE OF MY SPIRIT!” the Father yelled as he stiffened, clutched the carved finials of the confessional window and grunted in unison as the good Brother swelled and flooded me at the other end. I tilted my head slightly up, which made Father Adelmo’s dick spurt his last drops onto the roof of my mouth. His head was thrown back in righteous ecstasy, the cords on his neck straining as I gave him a holy vision and swallowed his sacred seed. Finally spent, Father Adelmo relaxed, exhaled, looked down at me and set his hands on top of my head in blessing and thanks before easing his now semi-hard dick from my hungry gullet. Brother Roberto was not so kind and pulled out of my freshly fucked hole in one jerk, making me gasp. As the Brother’s seed settled in, Father Adelmo stepped out of the confessional, my curtain was pulled back, and Bob was there to help me stand. I was disappointed as I was hoping he had been the one fucking me, but when the curtain pulled back and another Brother stepped out, all I could think of was how to get more of dick back in my hole so I could turn it from pink and white to red and white - cherry vanilla swirl. Father Adelmo settled himself in a high-backed, ornate chair, as a Brother held the platter out for him to snort from, another set a crystal glass full of a burgundy liquid to his side, and a third handed him a long braided cord heavy with golden beads. Bob - the Brother Roberto with the jagged scar on his temple - pushed me forward and motioned for me to kneel on a plush pillow by the Father’s seat. I tried to sit back, but was kicked, so back on my knees I arched my back, stretched, and was rewarded with another dip at the plate of white manna to snort. FUCK! Each hit burned more and more, but the shit was good whatever it was and the more I snorted, the more surreal the situation became and I chuckled a bit. The ornate plush room, in some warehouse type building, surrounded by guys who now - more so being high - all looked like clones - serving a twisted pig of a Padre. Damn! The golden beads on the braided cord made a soft, rhythmic noise as Father Adelmo ran the cord between the thumb and fingers of his left hand. He seemed lost in thought now and no one spoke a word. He snorted from the platter, a Brother carefully wiped the excess from his right nostril, then with pupils wide the Father turned to me and said - as if we had been in the middle of a conversation all along, “The CRF19 virus responds to antiviral treatment. But due to its fast progression rate, those who are diagnosed are done so too late for the therapy to work and their immune systems are unable to recover.” My dick twitched and I moaned. The Father went on, “While my sources inform me the strain has now reached epidemic proportions in Cuba, so far, it has not spread outside Cuba, with the exception of a few rare cases.” There was another pause as Father Adelmo snorted some more, the platter was held out for me and when I only snorted two lines, I was cuffed up side the head by Bob, so I snorted two more. Bob set his hand on my left shoulder in firm approval and squeezed. Father Adelmo titled his head, leaned forward, held my chin up with his right hand so that I could stare into the depths of his brown eyes and asked, “Are you willing to be the lamb that brings CRF19 back to my children?” I nodded, Father Adelmo smiled, and suddenly the room was full of motion and energy. My head was released, Father Adelmos leaned back in the chair, two of the Brothers Roberto stood side by side in front of me - one roughly grabbing my left wrist as the other wrapped a length of golden silk around it then holding the free end yanked my arm out to the side. My other wrist was done in turn and together; the Brother’s pulled me forward. I tried to stumble, but fell flat onto the carpeted floor and as I did, each ankle was grabbed and also wrapped and then pulled and soon as I lying flat with a Brother kneeling by each of my hands, the golden cloth wrapped around their fists, tying us together like a shepherd and a wayward sheep. My legs were splayed; Father Adelmo stood over my head, bent forward, and slid his braided cord of beads under my neck, looped it, and pulled. I choked and sputtered and he pulled harder. While Father Adelmo was literally yanking my chain, a hard body lay on my naked back and a thick dick punctured my rectum anew. Being held down and throttled left me little choice but to take the dick that started to slowly push in, pull out, push back in. I then heard a loud snort above me and Father Adelmo began to chant, “TAKE THE BLESSING OF THE SEED. TAKE YOUR DELIVERANCE. I BLESS YOU MY SON. LET ME ABSOLVE YOU OF YOUR PAST LIFE AND ANOINT YOU FOR THE LIFE TO COME. THAT STARTS NOW. HERE AS I MARK YOU AS THE LAMB.” The thrusting in my ass paused, the cloth bindings pulled taught, Father Adelmo kneeled by my side-turned head and I felt a sharp slicing in first my left, then my right shoulder, followed by him rubbing his finger over each wound as he said, “BLOOD TO BLOOD UPON THE ALTAR OF MEN, SO SHALL YOU BE MARKED. ANOINTED. BAPTIZED BY ALL HE WHO COMES FORTH!” The man inside me started slam fucking hard, deep, fast, and the only sound he made as he filled with me his seed was a soft grunt. He immediately withdrew, there was a few seconds of shuffling as the cloth binding on my right ankle was shifted, then someone else lay on my back and they too began to fuck. Father Adelmo had stood back up, snorted, and continued to chant, “TAKE THE BLESSING OF THE SEED. TAKE YOUR DELIVERANCE. I BLESS YOU MY SON. LET ME ABSOLVE YOU OF YOUR PAST LIFE AND ANOINT YOU FOR THE LIFE TO COME.” The man in my ass filled me with sperm, more shifting, another big dick and I grunted as this one was a bit thicker, but they were all long - holy hell where did he find these men? I just took at least 30 inches and was there more coming? Apparently yes. “TAKE THE BLESSING OF THE SEED. TAKE YOUR DELIVERANCE. I BLESS YOU MY SON. LET ME ABSOLVE YOU OF YOUR PAST LIFE AND ANOINT YOU FOR THE LIFE TO COME.” The chant continued to ring and resound as one after another the five Brothers in the room shifted positions in turn and each fucked me raw, and filled my ass with their gifts. I don’t think any of them had nutted in a long time as not only did I feel the cum flow from my hole, but they came awful quick. This was not about enjoyment; it was about service and duty. Brother number five was getting ready to unleash his contribution inside me when Father Adelmo’s voice grew louder, “I BAPTIZE YOU - I BAPTIZE YOU - I BAPTIZE YOU.” the Brother filled me up and pulled out of my ass and within seconds as the Father yelled “I BAPTIZE YOU!” I felt a hot spray of cum blast from the Father’s dick as he jacked off standing over me, coating my shoulder wounds, my back, the side of my face. He then took a step back, straddled me once more, and I felt the powder of his chemical storm sprinkled over me and then the golden platter was dropped to the floor and discarded, no longer needed. It was snowing in Magic City - a chemical fallout. My wrists and ankles were released. Hot hands pressed my flesh, mouths and tongues found the chemical adornment the Father had dumped on my naked and used body, and as the Brothers slurped it up, they mixed the white powder in with the Father’s cum. It tickled, and I was jealous, and I was begging for someone to fuck me! Someone - I’m convinced it was Bob as he seemed to enjoy doing so - cuffed my head so I shut up and the Brothers finished licking, snorting, and using my sacrificed body as a drug buffet. All restraints released I got my wish as the drugged up Brothers were horny and ready for round two, three, and four. I was hefted onto my hands and knees as one stuffed my mouth and another slammed his dick balls deep as he squatted behind me and pounded my wet sloppy hole. Rough fingers coated my nostrils, my ass burned from more chems shoved into my fuck chute. I was baptized, anointed, and made sacred over and over by their DNA. Some hours later Bob helped me up after I had been basted with Cuban cum like a Christmas turkey. He ushered me into a small room that had just a cot, washbasin, and a set of dark red, almost black clothes. Not black like the Brothers, but dark blood red like death. One of the young twinks from the chapel - now dressed in crisp whites and holding his head down in deference - brought in a small plate of food. When I asked him about the clothes he did not explain the whites but said, “The Brothers serve HIM! The Brothers are holy. They wear only black as a symbol of death and mourning for the lives we all lived and those that will be lost.” OK - yeah these fuckers were bat shit crazy, but hey, the dick was good so what did I care, right Dusk was slow to descend on the city, but as it did, Bob led me out of my monk cell to meet Father Adelmo who was confidently standing by the front door, his dark gray shirt buttoned all the way up. He smiled as I approached, nodded, and as he led me outside and walked me down the sidewalk, the Father spoke about his good works from the soup kitchens, to the hospice, to the daycare center and home for unwed mothers, and more. The people of the neighborhood all waved, smiled, and shouted greetings, praises, and honorifics as our entourage strolled by - the Father, me, and a horde of Brother Robertos. I tried asking the Father when I would get to go to Cuba, how I would get there, what would happen then, and more, and with each question he shushed me and gave a dismissive little wave. Fuck - like I was a child! I had come all the way to Miami, had let him and his goon squad drug me up, fuck me, breed me (well OK, I DID like that), but still. The least he could do was give me answers. I huffed and was set to start another round of questions when Father Adelmo stopped by a cinder-block warehouse, a Brother slid back the large door, and Father said, “Peace my son. Brother Roberto will guide you and it will take a few days to make all the arrangements - that is if you have the money? You do? Good. Go and get it and return here. Brother Roberto will accompany you.” Father Adelmo then stepped into the darkness of the warehouse while Bob cuffed me and guided me down the sidewalk in the direction of my hotel. Wait, how did he know exactly where I was staying? In my hotel Bob wasted no time forcefully pulling my issued pants down, mounting my hole raw, and soiling the clean sheets on the bed. I like a top who is verbal - he was not - but that big dick still felt great as he slammed me and so I begged for him to breed me. Clearly he’s a freaky fuck as he yanked his dick out, pulled a baggy of white powder from his pocket, and as I laid on my back with my legs up I watched as he licked his finger, coated it good, then proceed to finger fuck me and bump me higher. I was in heat and begged and pleaded and swore and prayed until Bob anointed me with some more of his seed. That finished, I opened the safe, got the cash I brought, Bob packed it into a backpack that he slung over his left shoulder, and we started back towards the warehouse. I was hyped and chatty, yet Bob deflected all my questions about the good Father with silence. Well the Brother Robertos/”Bob” might have taken a vow of silence but as I felt his cum leak from my ass I chuckled knowing celibacy or abstinence from drugs were not in his set of solemn promises. Even when I begged, “Please let me sin again and make me repent - right here in this alley,” Bob just looked at me all stone faced and silent and pushed me along. Damn him to hell! Back at the warehouse, Bob led me through the large door, into the dark cavern, past two Brothers standing guard with automatic rifles. Shit that was new. We followed the echoing voices, turned a corner and came into a room with a long, wooden table and a number of people hustling and bustling about. Father Adelmo was at the far end, he paused his conversation, waved us over, looked in the backpack fingered the stacks of cash, smiled, and nodded. Bob stepped away and left the room so I looked around. The dim bare bulbs dangling from the ceiling, swaying in the currents of air created by large fans hanging from the rafters, let me see that there were more men with guns coming and going and two others hunched over the table cutting open blue plastic bricks and dumping out packets of white powder. I squinted and realized the men with guns - in jeans, t-shirts, and caps, were Brothers Roberto. They had changed clothes. The men at the table sorting the baggies of powder were Brothers too and one of them looked up, winked, then went back to work. My ass twitched. I went to step closer, but someone put a hand on my shoulder to stop me. I turned, it was Bob, and he too had changed and had added a Miami Marlins baseball cap to his ensemble. Father Adelmo then walked over to me, handed me a baggy, and I turned it over to see the little symbol stamped in black on the back - an angel. Father Adelmo opened the baggy, poured some in his hand and held it up for me to snort. Christ that burned and I swayed, he laughed and Bob steadied me. I shook my head to clear my mind and the Father said, “Tonight, you will go with Brother Roberto and will sell these to my people in need. I also must see how far you are willing to go to obtain the CRF19 virus. Yes, I praise you for today’s service, but there is more you must do.” He tapped the partially empty baggy and said, “THIS IS A NECESSARY EVIL AND ONE THAT ALLOWS ME TO DO ALL THE GOOD WORKS I SHARED WITH YOU AND MANY MORE. THOSE WHO PARTAKE ARE LOST - FOR NOW AT LEAST - AND TONIGHT SO SHALL YOU BE. A LOST SOUL, A BODY WITH NO SOUL THAT EXISTS ONLY FOR THE PLEASURE OF THE DOWN, OUT, DRUG ADDLED, AND DISEASE RIDDEN. YOU MUST PAY THE PRICE TO REACH EL DORADO, TO FIND THE ONE YOU SEEK, TO BECOME THE SACRIFICE ON THE ALTAR OF MAN - FOR MEN - BY MEN.” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

I'm undetectable it took about 3or 4 months to get me down but had a very high viral load before starting treatment. I dont regret getting hiv I enjoyed the sex like always. I still enjoy raw sex! I knew the risks but I just can't stand a gloved cock! And I love having a hot load pumped into my man pussy.

Thanks for your comments guys. Here's Part 2. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Relief flooded over me. The decision was made. I was knocked up, had experienced the morning sickness and had joined the brotherhood of poz men. Nothing could take away my membership so I embraced it, loved it, and was determined to do my best in sharing it with others by gifting them, regardless of whether or not the guys wanted it. Showered and feeling newly energized, my cock bounced with every heartbeat becoming painfully hard with the need to breed, so much so strings of clear venomous pre-cum drooled onto the wooden floor boards leaving a toxic slippery snail trail as I walked about. Upon checking my laptop I found several replies to my advertisement, one of which answers, one in particularly captured my attention. The individual replying posted under the name tag ‘Seeks Scorpion Sting’ and simply stated “Hot TOP jock wants POZZING." My cock jumped and twitched as more pre-cum oozed out as I typed "What u looking 4, jock.” The reply was virtually instantaneous. “Being fucked raw, status important. Unmediated HVL POZ.” I could barely breathe. My dick was rock hard as I thought 'Should I go to him or just to fuck my bf off by fucking this stranger here in our bed'? I made my decision and replied “Here’s my cell number and address ___________________." He immediately then logged off. 'Fuck it, too bold, too brazen, damn!' I thought to myself only to hear my phone ring. Glancing at the screen, I didn't recognize the number, and as I was thoroughly pissed off the guy apparently had bailed, I almost ignored the call, but instead, taking a deep breath, I answered with a curt "Yes?” “I’ll be there in 15 minutes POZ Daddy” a voice answered, but before I can speak he clicked off, and to my amazement, true to his word, in 15 minutes my doorbell rang. Now naked, my steel hard cock leading the way, I opened the door and found a twenty something Nordic Adonis, about my height of around 6’3”, his white T barely concealing a muscular body with his long length silky shorts giving no indication of what he was packing between his legs. Confidently he stepped into our house, initially kissing me lightly, then more vigorously as our hands frantically explored each other, and as my slimy, cum-smelling cock smeared copious amounts of toxic pre-cum all over his now tented shorts. Just as my hands slid down under the waistband of his shorts, grazing the valley between his ass cheeks, his right hand firmly gripped my pulsing cock as he murmured "Lead me to the bedroom.” Once there I pushed him onto the bed, back first, grabbed his ankles, forcing his knees against his chest, which, of course, left his winking hole exposed and his beautiful thick hard-on unattended. Positioning myself against his ass, my cock brushed against his seemingly virginal pucker. I was hot and hard more than willing to tease his hole. This was soooo not my norm. I had definitely changed. I bend forward and devour his ass. There’s no other word for it – my tongue, my rough stubble and occasionally my teeth – I feel the need to eat that hole from the inside out. He bucks against me as my thick tongue dives in deep slurping making loud wet noises that makes him moan, “Oh yeah mmmm” The boy goes to stroke his cock but I beat him to it and bat his hand away. “Leave it! Concentrate on pleasuring MY cock not yours! I hiss I circle around the rim on his tasty boyhole, then spear in with my curled tongue, rubbing my stubbled chin scratching over his hole making it red and sore, then my tongue again, licking and lapping and then a sudden unexpected bite on one ass cheek and then other then pull those rosy cheeks as far apart as possible pulling the boys ass as open as I could. I’d never eaten ass like this before, and I was in heaven, he on the other hand was in hell, it was making him crazy for me to fuck him. Oh.. please... oh!” he was gasping between my tongue lashings. Pre-cum flowed from my piss slit like a tap turned full on leaving a pool of poison on the duvet cover. I pull back just a little. “Please, what?” “Please!” he gasped, “Please fuck me!” He moves his hand and pushes a single finger against his spit-slick pucker, and groans again. “Please!” “Hope that’s enough spit, boy because that’s all you’re getting.” I’m enjoying this new me. “Look into my eyes boy and don’t look away I want see the moment you first feel my deadly POZ cock enter you.” I looked up at him, losing myself in his youthful brilliance and rub my slick cock up and down his furry crack before my mushroom head hits bulls eye, his hole. I push, pressure mounting as I start to press in past his ass lips. His hole offers surprisingly little resistance as my cock quickly presses into his sphincter stretching it open across my bulbous head. “Ooooo, Aaawwwwwow..I feel every vein, mmmmmm, every, mmmmm, contour of your fat cock as it slides, urggh, deeper and mmmmmmm deeper into my hole” is his running commentary as finally, all eight inches had sunk in and my pubes rested against his pale furry cheeks. “You feel that boy? Feel how easily my POZ cock slid into your hole? You’re no Top, just a hole made for taking loads you should never have been able to take this fat POZ cock so easily.” I flex my diseased cock deep inside depositing yet more radioactive venom, “You like having my POZ cock inside you boy?” “Yes.” “You want me to fuck you now?” “Yes.” “Breed you?” “Yes” “Yes what?” “Please I want you to fuck and breed me with your POZ cock.” “Your wish is my command.” I lean over him, pressing down my mouth to his own. It was less like a kiss and more like possession and domination as my tongue enters his mouth and flex my cock once again before kissing him back fiercely once more and oh so slowly withdraw my cock until the head begins to push his ass lips wide again and wait. Then I pushed, inexorable, not fast but without pause and inch by inch, I felt his body open even though he tried to rock back away from my invading cock. “It’s so thick, so large” The boy says “Yeah boy, eat that up.” I bucked and pushed in twisting as much as I could. “I’m more stretched and full than I’ve ever been”, he says as his eyes start watering, breathing in short bursts, trying to catch his breath. “Good boy…..now take IT” as I ram in as the words leave my mouth. His voice wobbled in response, “Y-esss S…i…r” as he thrashes about under me as I pick up speed with raged rough shoves in and out of his hole. He yelps, I kiss and I swallow the boy’s cries and notice his erection had subsided leaving his once gorgeous cock now lying impotent across his groin I pull my cock from his hole in the same slow deliberate manor that I had pressed it in, allowing the head to pop out too and then with the same inescapable pressure slid back inside and I sense jolts of electric pulse through his hole as the bulging head and veins on my cock push home. I started groaning telling him to I’m going to fuck him in earnest before all of a sudden slamming the full length of my cock into him with the entire force of my body behind it. He screamed. Then it was on, keeping my promise of wrecking his hole. I had never fucked like that, I had never felt so connected to someone, I had never wanted someone as much as I wanted him in those moments. The room became hot and the smell of cum and sex filled the air, I felt beads of sweat drip from my face as my bucking body rammed into him but neither of us cared. The sound of slapping flesh combined with we sloppy squish of his hole was the only sound in the room save for the occasional whimper as my cock forced its way past his second sphincter. I was a beast, hammering away full force at his hole for nearly twenty minutes never missing a beat before…, “I’m about to change your life boy. I’m going to flood your guts with the first of many POZ loads.” “Yeah give me your POZ load,” he pleaded red faced and panting “Here it comes.” As with one final lunge I bottomed out, as the head of my flexing cock bursts past his second sphincter, my load firing deep into his guys. I swear that load was massive and more powerful than any before as I roared, finished cumming and ground my cock deeper into him, working my load to where it could do the most damage. “Oh my god,” he panted, “That was amazing.” “Don’t worry boy, there’s plenty more where that came from,” as I flexed my still hard cock inside him. We shift on the bed as I swear I hear a sound come from the outside? Or was it our front door? I don’t hear anything else expect our hearts thumping as we momentarily recover. “Let’s see how many loads get pumped into your hole to make sure it takes.” Slowly, I begin to fuck him again as my cock never went down or left his battered hole. “feel good boy? I ask as I set out with a slow rhythm and start to pick up speed. The second load was going to take a little longer until I gripped him tight and whispered in his ear “You like riding the death stick thats gonna get knocked you up?” “Please daddy, POZ ME UP!” And with that I was panting raggedly and my balls were retracting. It was time. “I'm pozzing you all over again, cum slut!” The boy was being fucked raw by a complete stranger who's rock hard cock was utterly turned-on. I knew nothing about this boy, nothing, but I fucked more, driven on by an inate sense of generalized revenge. His hole burned around my dick, as I changed pace, giving him a few more rough thrusts as my balls prepared to to blow another load deep in his flooded hole "I'm getting real close-- where do you want me to cum?" I asked, without breaking my pace. He didn't answer. Again I asked "I'm about to blow, man - where do you want it?" He, however, was totally blissed out, eyes closed, laying there, his soft cock expanding as I repeatedly slammed into his prostate, only to have him suddenly exclaim "Oh, Fuuuuuuuuuck!" as perhaps his last negative jizz spurted from his throbbing cock. I was in heaven as his ass had clamped down, squeezing my deathstick, massaging its toxic cargo out, but he wasn't done, he had one trick left up his sleeve. “Convert me,” he plead, adding “I want your toxic cum, to take every lethal swimmer you have. Knock me up, man!” That was it. I pounded even harder, slamming deeper, completely withdrawing with each out stroke, with the result that on one such out stroke, my cum shot all over his crotch, but it also meant that when I plunged back in, I also blew balls-deep in his hole. Of course I continued stabbing his hole forcefully until my climax finally subsided and utterly involuntarily I collapsed on top of the boy, squeezing the air out of his lungs. When I had caught my breath I slowly withdrew, rather carefully almost, and then rolled back on my haunches to survey the damage. Cum was dribbling out of the boy’s puffy hole, cum which was pink with streaks of red plop oozing onto the duvet. Leaning forward, I slid my fingers deep in his cunt and relished finding gobs of mixed diseased spunk and ass juices which I fed him from my fingers. From behind my back the bedroom door creaked open, and I heard clapping and the enthusiastic praise of my boyfriend calling “Way to go Harry!”

To be invited to a party and not realise until I arrive and led to the bedroom, that I am to be the bottom for all the other guests to fuck and drop their loads in.

I fully intended to stop barebacking and not take loads up my ass and I saved my fantasies of taking poz cum in my ass for jerking off. I posted ads on Craigslist and got the usual ratio of about 8 losers to 1 keeper. Finally a guy who sounded really hot came over: black, tall, built, 9 inches and uncut. Like most queers I adore big black uncut cock. A total top he said; I was going to be his bitch for the evening. I was really excited, I hadn't gotten fucked in 8 months and needed it bad, so I said I'd love to be your bitch gurl. "Do you mind if I turn a couple of video cameras on and record you fucking me?" "Go ahead, just give me a copy. One thing I should tell you, I'm poz. I'll been a little erratic with my meds, so my viral load is kind of high." Shit. I'd forgotten to ask him his status online. I didn't play with poz guys, fantasies notwithstanding. But, I was so fucking horny, and he was hot and he was here. "Well, ok, but use a condom to fuck me; I'll suck you raw, but I won't eat your load." "That's fine" He took me in his arms and kissed me deep, I was oozing precum and my asshole was lubing up, getting ready for his cock. "Take my cock out and suck it you hot bitch. Call me Daddy.". "Yes Daddy." I dropped to my knees, unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his 501s and pulled his soft cock out. It was lovely, pitch black with a long foreskin extending well beyond the head. I took the skin in both hands, pried it apart and began licking the head and inside of the skin. He was flowing precum, I was in heaven lapping up his juice; then I remembered, I was eating poz precum. I was getting virus in my mouth. My stomach flipped over, I was scared but my dick was hard as a rock and my hole was sloppy, ready for anything. I sucked him till he was rock hard, which didn't take long. He was indeed 9 inches, but he'd neglected to mention how thick he was; thick as a beer can. I'd gotten pounded by a couple of nine inchers, but none as thick. This was going to be a fuck to remember. His balls were huge and hung low, I dove down and started licking and sucking on them. I could barely get one at a time in my mouth. He moaned, pulled me up to his face and kissed me. "Let's get into bed." I whimpered. I really wanted that big black prick in my pussy. "Get a rubber and put it on" I always kept a selection of condoms and lube by the bed. I dug through the pile and got the biggest one. Holding the thick shaft in my hand I licked and mouthed the head, lubing it for the rubber. My hands wouldn't go completely around his cock, and I have big hands with long fingers. He'd opened the condom package and handed the rubber to me. I positioned it over the head and slid it down over the head and the shaft with my mouth. Except I didn't, it wouldn't fit. I was trembling with need for for his cock, struggling with the rubber. I struggled with the slippery condom and the hard cock oozing precum for what seemd like an eternity, But I just couldn't do it; his cock was too big and the rubber too small Finally he growled, grabbed me by the neck and pulled me off his cock. He picked up the rubber and threw it across the room. "Fuck it. I'm gonna fuck your ass raw, you faggot bitch!" I turned away and tried to swing my legs over the side of the bed, but his two big hands grabbed me and pulled me to the center of the bed. He pinned me face down, climbed on top and kicked my legs apart. "No, don't. I don't want to get pozzed!" " Take a deep breath bitch, you're going to get fucked now!" I felt the head of his cock against my asshole. He rubbed it around, drooling virus laden precum on my hole and rubbing it in. I was terrified, moaning and crying, tears pouring down. I was getting pozzed. "Please use lube, please!" "Fuck you, you little whore; you're getting it now!" He shoved his huge prick deep into my asshole with one stroke. I screamed, I could feel my ass tear. I'd never felt so much pain. I struggled, but didn't have a chance. Like most men that liked cock I'd fantasized about getting raped, about how hot it would be. Now I really was getting raped. It wasn't fun at all. The pain was incredible. I had no control over the situation, he could use me however he wanted, for as long as he wanted. He could do anything he wanted, he could kill me. My dick was hard as it had ever been, I was terrified, about to throw up from fear. I shot a load into the bed. He felt me twitch and ran his hand under my cock. It was smeared with my cum. He laughed, "How's it feel having your darkest fantasies come true, boy? You're getting raped by a big, coal black nigger and you love it. You're getting pozzed and you love it." He smeared his hand across my mouth, "Eat your cum, you little queer. I'm going to make all your deepest desires come true tonight." I eagerly licked my cum off his hand, sobbing, tears flowing. And my ass hurt. God, did it hurt. My cock was still hard. His cock started stroking in and out, lubed by precum, and no doubt, my blood. He pulled all the way out. My asshole ached and stung, the pain was intense. I wanted his prick back in my hole and pushed my butt up trying the capture what I wanted. He laughed. "Want more, bitch? Don't worry, you're going to get it. But first, lick my dick clean." He rolled me over on my back and shoved his cock in my mouth. It was smeared with precum and streaks of blood. He shoved my head down on it, I licked, tasting precum, assjuice and blood. It was wonderful. I whimpered, but from pleasure this time. I loved worshipping my daddy's dick. He chuckled. "Looks like I've got a brand new convert. A faggot whore for poz nigger cock. Your ass is torn up, my babies are already in your blood. You're just another infected dicksucker now. But I'm still going to fill you with poison seed, make sure I do the job. What do you say to that, faggot?" "Thank you, sir. Thank you for your cock and your gift. Please fuck me, please?" I wasn't pretending, I was in pain, but I really was glad. I was on the road to where I wanted to be. I no longer had to worry about getting infected. It was done. He pulled me to him and kissed me. "You're Daddy's little whore now, aren't you? You'll do anything I say, won't you?" "Yes Daddy, I'm yours now. I want to please you." And I did, this man owned me now, I had his babies, his dna, in my blood. And I really wanted that lovely prick in my pussy again. "You took your fucking like good little whore, I'm going to reward you" He reached over to the end table and got a bottle of lube and smeared it over his cock. "I don't care how much I tore you up; I'm lubing you so it feels better for me. I don't give a shit whether you like it or not; you're just my punk ass faggot bitch. Stick your ass in the air, queer." I did and Daddy stuck the bottle's nozzle in my pussyhole. He squeezed and I felt a cold invasion flow into me. I whimpered, I wanted Daddy's hot cock in me. "On your back, bitch." I rolled over, Daddy grabbed my legs, pulled them apart, put my heels on his shoulders, nuzzled his cock against my hole and slid in. He bottomed out and held it, put one hand on the back of my head and pulled my mouth to his. Daddy's tongue slid past my lips and raped my mouth, like his cock raped my asshole. I played with my owner's tongue with mine, loving it that Daddy liked kissing me. My Daddy rode me long and hard, his wonderful prick stretching my hole, getting it accustomed to being used for his pleasure. I loved it, I'd never been fucked like that. He kissed me again and I shot a load all over my belly and chest. Daddy laughed, licked it up and kissed me, pushing my cum in my mouth. Then he picked up the pace and banged me hard for 10 or 15 minutes, finally shoving his prick deeper that it'd ever been and groaned. A warm flood filled my pussy as Daddy's cock twitched and shot spurt after spurt of poison jizz into my guts. "Pozzing your cunt, bitch!" He humped his cock into me 4 or 5 times really hard, tearing my pussy more, I screamed with pain. Daddy collapsed on me, kissed me again and looked into my eyes. I was moaning and whimpering with pain and pleasure. "Welcome to the club, you poz fuckhole." I kissed Daddy back, "Thank you Daddy". Daddy slid his cock out of me and held it in front of my face. It was lovely, softening slightly, dripping cum heavily streaked with my blood. I eagerly raised my head and took it in my mouth and sucked it clean. It was even better than the first time he had me clean him; his cum delicious, especially spiced with my pussy juice and the coppery taste of my blood. "Don't let anybody use your pussy till you get the fuck flu and test positive. I want you infected with my babies first." "Daddy, I don't want any cock but yours. I hope I please you and that you will fuck me anytime you want" Three weeks later I was down with the flu for 10 days. I was so sick I couldn't get out of bed except to crawl to the toilet. Daddy took pity on me and had his girls drop by and bring me food and gatorade. When I got better I went to the clinic and got tested. It worked; I was poz!

kind of strange, never have had a guy say that to me as I posted a few days ago. But last night, a long time neg. friend asked me to help him convert. He has been barebacking for some time, but has not tested poz. We have been friends for a long time (several years) but as both bottoms, had played around a bit, but never fucked. After some spirited discussion, we have agreed to concentrate on his conversion. what was kind of a surprise, just as I was ready to blast him with my freshly pozzed seed, I heard myself asking him if he was ready to feel my toxic cum fill his ass. I am not sure where it came from...but I wanted him to know, just as I was shooting my jizz, that he was about to take a poz load. He never said yes, but the animal-like moan/cry told me he was ready. He left with a nice size load and we will repeat the process on Friday.

Spent a few hours with my ass backed up to a glory hole today, been a few weeks since I last took that much anon cum in one day, felt sooooo fucking good...

love trucker sex

Any chance they ran through a cruisy park and your son took loads from more than his boyfriend?

Guys...the video is still out there. Hit me up if you are interested, and I will provide the link. I don't judge, but for those who think the top is wrong, what about the bottom who set up a hidden video cam?!?!?

Finally got to use my toy, used it on this hot asian boy I fuck from time to time. Shot two loads into him, it was hot.

Down on his knees and elbows, my Son offered up his freshly seeded teen-twat for my sick and twisted experiments. As billions of my mutant sperm bit and dug their way into his yummy little insides, I prepared my special “process”, equal parts beer and Papa piss mixed with a hefty serving of the finest Tina that the Hell’s Angles could supply, served up in a smelly old anal syringe. If I were a purest, I’d worry that the mini-drug enema would fuck up the implantation process, but the kid’s ass had only just begun to feast on toxic cock-snot. He still had another 16 loads to go before his hard-core toothbrush massage. The combined urine and alcohol made the perfect delivery system for the meth, and as he sat in the passenger seat of my pick up on the way to the park, the speed soaked into his ass-lining along with his daddy’s demon seed. My cock grew rock hard as I watched him blast off, his hands alternating between his swollen briefs and suddenly sensitized nipples. Before leaving the house, I’d let him blow a couple quick loads in my man-hole, and I swear I could feel his uncharged wads bubbling and twisting around inside me, like he’d shot pop-rocks up my ass. My hope had been that by draining his balls, his focus would shift to his newly ignited suck hole and fuck hole, and from the way his hands reached between his legs and fiddled around with the slimy used butt-plug holding this cocktail in place, I was pretty sure I’d succeeded, for now. Like most Friday afternoons just after work, the old park parking lot was packed with cars, but some of the attendees where surely there due to the two ads I posted on my favorite bareback sites. One ad simply said that “ my home schooled son has just turned 18. He is an insatiable little cum junkie who needs to be bred and fed by as many cocks as possible, regardless of looks, size, color, age, or viral status.” The other ad for ‘Poz Players Only’ was much more sinister and received a far greater response. Marketing to those who long to violate and destroy the innocent, I explained that I’d “discovered that my teen age son was a cock sucking little faggot who needed to be taught a deep and permanent lesson about giving his tight little kunt away to strangers. The sicker the better, with preference given to the highest viral loads.” Those who responded were also invited to his breeding party, after he finished his play-date in the park. 30 twisted fuckers RSVP’ed, so I imagined at least 10 would actually show up. With his tennis shoes pressed against the roof of the cab, I removed his warm sticky kunt-stopper like a dipstick and jammed my fingers around inside his hungry wound to make sure his special energy drink had been completely absorbed. My fingernails came out just a little pink, but not too wet, so I pushed them into his mouth for a good cleaning. His chemically inspired tongue went nuts trying to eat up all his own ass-slime. With my other hand, I undid my belt and pulled down the back of my pants enough to slip the wet plug into my own oozing butt for safe keeping. Looking across the lot, I saw my cousin Jack’s old Chevy parked near the trail head, with his buddy Eddie sitting in the driver’s seat. We walked over to the car, and I introduced my son. The retired truck driver and registered sex offe* grinned as he shook the kid’s hand. “That’s quite a grip you got there, Sport.” “And that’s not his best one,” I joked “Is Jack out looking for Richard?” “He won the coin toss, so he gets to go first. I’ll see you in there when he’s done.” Before hitting the head, I lead the kid down the wooded trail, and explained a little of the etiquette for scoring free range cock. In my favorite alcove, I took his shirt and told him to drop his pants. He hesitated only until I released my aching dick from my jeans. Jack had spotted me and followed us in, grinning as the tweeking little cock hound went to work on my manhood. “That’s it boy, suck daddy’s dangerous dick.” Spreading the punk’s butt-cheeks, I silently offered up his tight pucker for my cousin’s inspection. Jack was ten years older than me, but his delicious uncut dick was an inch shorter. I had been nursing on that constantly dripping skin of his for as long as I could remember, and it filled me with a special pride to know that the second cock to cum in the kid would come from family, as I had always planned for my own youngen. I never knew if Jack had infected me or if I had bugged him up. Or it we’d been poisoned independently, and just kept it in the clan. His nose lead his tongue as it does with dogs, Jack started munching on the tyke’s pretty pucker. Moaning with his mouthful, another inch of my meat slithered into my kid’s throat. “Care for a slice of cherry pie?” I offered. “Cherry cream pie’s my favorite,” my uncle’s son mumbled into my son’s kunt. Thanks to the spit shine and the copious flow of charged pre-cum that leaked from his snout, no other lube was required for the kid’s second injection. With a bit of a grunt and a push, the head breached the ring as my son inhaled more of my flesh. “Jesus Fucking Christ,” Jack sighed as his tainted meat wiggled its way into our little fuck toy’s twat. Rocking back and forth, he pushed and pulled the kid between us, providing our boy with fine birthday spit-roast. And true to form, my son’s virgin prostate acted as a powerful jizz magnet, pulling a billion sperm from the horny old dog’s hairy nuts. “Do you want your Uncle Jack to cum in your ass, Son?”, I asked the groaning little fucker, and he whimpered in response. “Then tell him, boy. Ask your Uncle Jack for his goopy Dick Wads.” Releasing his father’s slimy meat, the flying youth begged, “ Please… please Uncle Jack, please cum in my guts. I need it soooo ba…” but that’s as far as he got before my best bud dressed the kid’s insides with his filthy fuck fluid. He jerked and jerked and paused and jerked one final time as the last globs shot from his shaft into his newly made nephew. “Now when a man is good enough to give you his load, sSn, you need to say “thank you” by licking it clean. You got that?” My boy turned, and I knelt beside him and guided the first cock I ever sucked into his hungry gullet. “Get your tongue up inside that skin, and see how you taste inside.” Jack groaned as my son cleaned the scum from under his corona. “Now kiss those balls and say ‘thank you’,” I said holding up the hairy scrotum to his smooth young face. Before we could finish our little ritual, someone stepped from the bushes and pushed his dick into the studling’s recently vacated and freshly lubed hole. “That’s it, buddy, fuck my son good and hard” I encouraged the stranger. “Is he really your son?” the opportunist asked through gritted teeth. “We share the same DNA,” I answered truthfully, now that two squirmy loads of the kid’s benign spunk were swimming around inside my colon. “You sick bastard,” he grunted at me, as Jack began working his reinflating dick around my sperm hound’s sweet mouth. The new guy might have been hot naked, but fully clothed, he looked like a professor, but he fucked with the vigor of a serious breeder. “I read you ad on Nut-hunt. Is he real1y 18?” “I’m required by law to say that he is,“ I whispered evilly, “And you know what? Your are the third man who has ever fucked him.” “Seriously?” he asked as he pounded harder and faster. “Know what else? You’re the only guy outside our family who’s ever touched the inside of his ass…” That did it. He jerked, and slammed, and froze, and jerked, squirting a serious backlog of his nut juice deep into my boy’s tenderized rectal lining. He shook the kid as he shook. Something in the bushes had caught my eye, two red heads standing side by side, watching. One was taller, one was much shorter, and I’d guess they were anywhere from 10 to 20 years apart. They shared many of the same facial features. Were they like Jack and me? Kissin’ cousins on a cum hunt? Or were they the real deal? Before I could give it much thought, the taller, older one stepped forward, just as my son turned around to clean the accommodating stranger’s still granite hard dick. “Should I put on a rubber?” Big red asked. “He’s clean,” I assured him, and then added, “plus he has a latex allergy.” He didn’t hesitate a second longer, releasing his long red, pencil dick and stepping in behind the boy. The first stranger pulled me away without putting his dick back in his pants. “Hey dude? Do you get fucked too? I’ve always really wanted to fuck a father and son.” The boy seemed to be handling himself just fine, Jack looked like he would soon be waxing the kid’s tonsils, so I thought ‘what the fuck’. My rational brain said it would be good for the boy to see his pa taking it like a man, and my irrational mind never passed down a chance at seed. Squeezing tightly to retain my payload, I pulled out the plug, much to my new friends surprise. I passed it to my cousin who slopped it into the kid’s suddenly vacated mouth and told him not to drop it. Hands against the tree, just a few paces from my son and his new anonymous boyfriend, I pulled my cheeks apart before being suddenly stabbed by this guy’s merciless meat. He’d been a lot gentler with the boy than he was with me, starting me out at double speed. Not how I normally liked it right off the bat, but I don’t complain once I get it inside. “You know what?” he spit a whisper into my ear, “ I read BOTH your ads, and I gotta tell you….You’re one sick son of a bitch.” “What can I say? He wanted more spunk than we could give him at home.” He was trying to rupture my ass, and whatever he had taken had given him a diamond dick. There was only one thing to do in this situation. “You’re son fucked up,” he slurred “and now he’s fucked up too. I just pozzed his little kunt with my toxic shit, and now I’m going to bug you up good….” I clamped down as hard as I could on the base of his meat, and jerked with my ass muscles as I moaned “no….No…” over and over again, struggling for his benefit, without ever loosening my grip and that was all it took for his second nut to pop. My kid’s sweet seed was suddenly spoiled by this stranger’s tainted meat. I squeezed and massaged it to get every drop of his lethal steal shaft. Just as Big Red froze and trembled in place. While trying to look upset about getting knocked up on the outside, on the inside, I was sparked up as my fucked up boy took his fifth load of the day. Red didn’t wait to be cleaned up by my appreciative little cum courier, stepping back into the bushes where his own little buddy silently waited. As I led my sick stud over to the kid for a clean up, I retrieved the spit shined plug from his mouth, and inserted the mean stelther’s penis in its place, returning our family cum-cork back into my own bruised and sticky backside. While the kid slobbered all over the slimy death-treat we had just both shared, Big Red pushed his own young companion down to his knees behind the bushes to taste my boy’s free range gut-juice, as it dripped down his spent rod. “He’s gonna get a good kunt brushing about 11 00 tonight,” I said breaking character and giving the guy my address. “Come by and cum again if you want” The abandoned unmaintained public toilets were just as busy as the bushes. While we waited for stall #2 to open up, the one with a glory hole on either side, I lead my slutty toy to a vacant gap between the two dudes loitering at the trough, and put my sweaty arm over his bare shoulder. “You know what this is, Son? “A Urinal?” “That’s right, but it’s something more than that. This is a temple. It was conceived and exists solely to bring relief to the male member. It doesn’t care about color or religion, or how old or how young or how rich or how poor the cock is. It stands here, every day, waiting to swallow down all the fluid it can accommodate, and then in bathes in the overflow that remains. Before there were hook-up sites, or bars, or even bath house, men have always gathered together indoors and outdoors, in places like this, to pull out their meat and let nature take its course. Now kneel down and show your respect.” Obediently, my dazed little cum-dumpster dropped to his knees, and opened his mouth. The old guy next to him watched intently, his wrinkled Vienna sausage poking up out of his zipper. “Need some help?” I asked. Before the grey haired gent could pull back in fear, my fucked up kid lunged at the octogenarian’s randy red pecker and swallowed it whole. Smiling, I assured the startled senior that everything was cool. In the porn version, the beautiful blond cock-hound at the center of the slurp-fest would be surrounded by stunning professional sex gods, but in real life, the men are a lot uglier but the cum is much tastier, and rarely ever wasted. Grandpa seemed entranced with the youngster’s shiny hair and soft cheeks, and grinned sweetly as the two guys at the sinks stepped over and pulled out their dicks. Without much meat munch on, my little sperm muncher took a few moments to worship the old bull’s massive balls, kissing them, and licking them, and rolling them around on his face hand eyes. Such attention was too much for the kindly codger to handle, and I had to tell the kid to quickly get his mouth over the head. Bending over, I whispered in the kid’s ear, “Don’t swallow it yet. Hold that goo in your mouth for a while.” Zipping up quickly, Gramps wobbled over to the sink to wash his hands, and I asked the kid to show me what he had for lunch. Opening his mouth like a baby bird, he sort of smiled and showed me his cum coated tongue, covered in thick curds of cock jelly. One of the dudes jacking beside me couldn’t wait for his turn and stepped up aimed another nut load my cum-whore’s open maw. Some of the thick white jizz hit his nose and cheek, but the twisted fucker managed to beat 90% of his load right on my little slop swallower’s spunk-shined taste buds. A Latino stud of about forty stepped up next and inserted his surprising fat skin-covered meat into my son’s slimed filled mouth, pushing the other dudes’ ejaculate down his throat and out the sides of his lips. Drunk on spunk, the schoolboy swallowed his thick stinky chorizo down to the pubes. For someone who didn’t seem to know what he was doing when he suckled me on the couch two hours before, Daddy’s Little Cocksucker turned out to be a very quick study. After two minutes of tapping those tonsils, Papi Grande stepped back to cool down and let the other guy take a turn. Tall, skinny and waving a flagpole, the young stud in his sweat pants and yellow tennis shoes must have been beating his meat since the day he was born. Watching my boy’s effort to drain every testicle in the toilet had been so distracting I’d some how missed the massive meat he’d been wagging right next to me. My son’s dilated pupils focused on the new guy’s huge fleshsicle for only a second before he stared slapping the kid’s face with it. Not many people outside the porn industry, or the circus, could handle something so big, and the guy seemed intent on playing keep away from the drugged up teenager for long as he could. For a split second my suck student looked up at me like he needed my help, silently begging me to intervene, but the cock flogging was too hot to stop. Papi Grande came to his rescue instead by grabbing a handful of the kid’s blond hair and redirecting his attention back to the beautiful brown pig sticker with the plumb sized purple head. The Jogger fed on the competition and suddenly a sword fight broke out in the little deviant’s mouth. Back and forth, back and forth, my sweet suck hole did his damndest to service the sausages swinging in front of him, but the older guy couldn’t keep up. Grabbing the kid’s ears, he slammed his fat phallus into the back of my son’s throat and fired. The boy swallowed and swallowed almost like the dude had started pissing. How much cum the kid ate, I couldn’t tell, but he began to gag and choke on all the nut-gravy flooding his battered gullet. And that set off the Jogger. Before the thick brown meat was full removed, the second cock-head pushed into his already stuffed mouth and started spraypainting the Spanish guy’s meat with wad after wad of thick cock slop. Spit, snot and slime splashed from Junior’s nose and the sides of his lips. He looked like he might pass out from lack of oxygen, but to his credit, he didn’t drop the blood gorded dude dongs until both cum cannon’s had stopped firing. Behind me, I heard the sound of a stall door slam, and looking back I saw that Cowboy boots from door #2 had finally left the building. “Stay where you are Son. Don’t try to stand up. Just follow me like you are,” Like a loyal puppy, he followed me on his hands and knees. Call me a deranged deviant if you will, but the sight of my freshly baptized flesh and blood crawling like a drunken toddler on the filthy tile floor of derelict shit-house, filled me with a sense of pride that’s hard to express. Some say speed will make you do stupid things, but truth is that it only amplifies what’s already buried deep inside. The clogged toilet hadn’t be flushed, and a fat stinking butt brick about 11 inches long and 3 inches wide rested firmly on a pillow of soggy paper, and right on top, a knotted scum bag filled a good ounce of white gold. I quickly reached in and pulled out the prize, tucking the wet rubber in my breast pocket before taking a seat. Once again, my kneeling Son smiled at me from between my legs. Reaching down, I took his face in my hands and began licking the spittle and spew from his lips, nose and cheeks before pushed my tongue in his ravenous, drug crazed gob. His eyes closed liked he was being kissed for the first time in some romantic movie, as I explored his throat and tongue with my own slime sucker. To my right, a floppy monster dick and set of hairy, bloated balls popped through the hole in the wall, and I recognized it right away as my “Uncle” Eddie’s most prized possession. Shortly after my own father had pulverized my cherry, transforming it into his own private pussy-pudding, my cousin Jack introduced to his favorite dirty old man. Where my dad only humped me late at night when his was drunk and mom had passed out on the couch, Uncle Eddie wanted inside my ass 24/7, whenever and wherever he could get into it. I kissed the sleeping giant before holding it up for my son to taste. The boy’s breathing slowly returned to normal, and he held the full package in his soiled hands like a stuffed stocking on Christmas day. Sniffing the sweaty scrotum like a bouquet of flowers, Junior inhaled deeply, before opening his cum hungry gob once again. Just as the blood flow brought the resting beast to life, a tiny little fundamentalist’s pecker poked through the glory hole on my left. Knowing how much the swollen schlong would hurt the first time, I figured the kid would need all the lube he could get, so I shifted his attention to Reverend Shiny-shoe’s wee willy winky, spreading my son’s smooth butt cheeks and pressing his hungry little kunt right up the scum coated prick porthole. From the size of the three inch pizzle and the way its owner seemed to be trembling, I figured the poor dude hadn’t had many opportunities to get up inside such a beautiful young thing, and I was right. After less then a minute of whining and sighing, a high pitched shriek exploded of the title around us, as the polished Sunday shoes danced in place. I had a feeling Junior wasn’t the only one in the head who lost his virginity that day. From the ferocity of the quick zip, the slam of the stall and the thump of the out house entryway, it sounded like the little dicked donor was running for his life. Junior look at me like he wasn’t sure he’d even been fucked, but that was all about to change as I gripped the base of my Uncle’s big baby-maker, and turned the kid’s freshly spunked jizz-trap towards the very special treat. Uncle Eddie picked up his viral strain at the local penitentiary, and from what I understand it wasn’t a pleasant experience. The combined evil of dozens of junkies, street whores, serial rapists and lifers stewed and brewed in the filthy old perverts swollen low hangers, and it was about to be injected straight into our sweet sacrifice’s needy intestines. “Bare down just a little bit, Son. Not too much. You don’t want to loose that sweet payload, but just enough to get the head in. He’ll know what to do with you after that,” I whispered, aiming up the throbbing man missile with it’s tiny, tight target. They grunted in unison as the oozing purple slime-knob breached the freshly stretched sphincter. At its thickest point, the butt-plug me and the kid had been sharing was about an inch in diameter smaller than the dripping corona that had just punctured his kunt-ring. I kicked myself for forgetting the poppers. “Breath deep, Son, and just keep grunting like a good boy,” I coached him. Though I’d been intimately familiar with the twisted *edo’s butt-club form three quarters of my life, I swear to the Baby Jesus, it got bigger every fucking year. Thank God, I’d taken those Lamaz courses with my teen-bride all those years ago. A little hyperventilation was all my Surrogate Son needed to fit the next five inches of penis slowly up is to his sperm coated rectum. But without the Amyl, I doubted the kid would be able the get it in passed his second door. Good thing Eddie always preferred his fuck-holes unnaturally tight. As Luck would have it, those familiar yellow running shoes and grey sweats appeared below the patrician opposite, moments before the young stud’s long and “relatively” slim Colon Snake slipped through the recently vacated glory-hole across from the kid’s painfully clinched face. What’s a Dad to do? The kid needed to focus on something beyond the gut wrenching ramrod roaming around recklessly inside his tender rump. Did my little Speed demon recognize the long shlong that had so recently battered his handsome cheeks and pregnant esophagus? Using both his grunge coated hands, my boy instinctively pulled the resurrected hose to his lips. Squeezing down, I pulled the plug from my poisonous pucker and set it precariously on the rim of the turd filled bowl, as a stood and stepped between my spit-roasted suckling pig and the Jogger’s juicy javelin. Distracting my kid with a kiss, I grabbed the rock hard rooster and pushed it up into my goopy guts. My birthday boy quivered and whimpered as his new uncle tried to rip him a new one. Sighing in his open mouth, I licked his swollen lips and sore throat, exploring his uvula before giving him the rare treat of his first nostril cleansing. He trembled as my tongue tried to slither its way up into his unexplored sinuses. Tempted as I was to steal another load from the kid, I pulled off when the athlete’s pounding started signaling that he was getting close to the finish line. Quickly I pushed Junior’s mouth back down of the pozz smeared beef-stick that I’d just released from my nasty grip. “About Face,” I ordered, but my boy’s cock-stuffed mumbles indicated his confusion. “Turn around,” I translated. With visible relief on his face, he dislodged from my so-called uncle’s sperminator, and sat back on the jogger’s pulsing prick. And wouldn’t you know it, after 6 inches on the skinnier dick, his second door quickly popped open to allow the other 3 and a half inches in. I took a moment to comfort and clean Eddie’s veiny butt-bat, noticing a little blood mixed in with the all the jizz that the kid had already collected from 5 accommodating strangers. The worlds greatest athlete couldn’t last very long in the drug deranged youngster’s hot-box, and soon the boy stopped bouncing his butt against the wall behind him as the warm spray of man-milk washed and rinsed his innards. Always the ATM fan, I repeated the “about face” command after the generous sperm donor had times to squeeze out the last chunky globs, and my little champ and I shared his slick slime coated fuck-stick, as the randy old perv in the next stall took a second stab at the punk’s properly stretched pucker. On the second go, Eddie managed to get the whole fucking thing in balls deep, and instead of wincing in pain, Junior now surfed an endorphin rush like he was riding at pony. I let the kid lick our butt-plug again like a ditch bitch’s lollipop, before returning it to it proper place, alongside the dense scumbag I’d retrieved earlier from the toilet after puncturing the tip with my teeth. As coincidence would have it, a six and a half inch penile pointer poked it’s head out from the prick portal, dress up all pretty and protective in a pink plastic prophylactic. As the kid bent down to take the spermicide slathered safety sack in his mouth, I stopped him. No matter how much the camouflaged hefty sack looked like a yummy red doggie dick, I wasn’t going to let my boy waste his time on an amateur. Thumping and grunting in unison, I recognized that familiar sound of my buddy reaching his peek. Holding my son firmly in place, I prevented him from escaping or pulling back from the brutal pounding Uncle Eddy was about to deliver. The filth that spewed for his mouth was truly fucking depraved. Unfortunately, the law prevents me from repeating suck sick and disgusting expletives here. Tears welled up in my little buddy’s eyes even though his suddenly tranquil expression indicated that he may have simply slipped into a state of shock. A lion roared and all the patricians in the public pissior shook. My guess is that my second favorite father figure hadn’t beat off in a couple of days, because his groans were almost defining. I hoped that no one in the next county called 911. “You ready to go home yet, Sport?” I asked out of sincere concern, while the blissed out youth stood still with his eyes closed, doing he best to massage out the last few drops into his ravaged yet still ravenous cum-canyon. “Please Papa…. Just one more…then we can go home….I promise, Please….” He pleaded, just as if he were the natural byproduct of my own bulbous balls. “Okay then Son. Squeeze down as tight as you can, and then cum sit on daddy’s lap.” Eddie didn’t wait for the clean up. He buttoned his jeans and grunted “See you at 7,” before exiting stall #1. Some guys just can’t take a hint. Rubber man wouldn’t vacate his place, and as my smooth sweat soaked stud-ling shivered and snuggled in my furry arm. I could see the hunger and temptation playing across my jizz-junky’s cute face. Fortunately, nature intervened. Door #1, opened and closed, and eye peeked through empty hole, followed shortly there after by two coaxing fingers. The boy’s butt battering had taken its toll on his own yummy prize, but I figured a good blow job might just be the thing to tighten up his mangled ass rings and shift his focus, so we could get the fuck away from the precious pink pricklette planted patiently in the other blow-hole. Whoever the mystery man was kneeling behind the wall, my son’s sighs and whimpers indicated that he had clearly made a friend for life. I’m embarrassed to say I had not thought for a second that the kid would be interested in enjoying a glory-hole from the other side, but as they say, like father like son. He turned and smiled at me for a second, as I noticed the guy on his knees stood up and showed off his heels. Junior’s eyes opened wide as Mr. Mysterious guided my boy’s longer than average prick into an unseen butt. Now the kid started practicing what he’d been studying all day, fucking the anonymous asshole with a vigor born from testosterone saturation. Grunt. Plug. Grunt. Plug, my Son put on a hell of a show. Soon he was whispering his own brand of filth, slamming his meat hard it to some unknown ‘tattletale’ who clearly deserved the what my boy was dishing out. “Tell mommy about THAT, you fucking little cry-b…” he shouted at the ceiling as his kneecaps slammed brutally into the barrier separating him from his prey. Captain Condom held his ground the whole time, and I found my inspiration in Junior’s juicy rage. Watching the shoes on the side turn round once again as the lad’s lucky recipient demonstrated the pure pleasure and indescribable delight of the post fuck tongue bath, I reached over and gripped Pinkie’s poker with my hand. Turning his attention back to me, my boys seemed shock at my perceived reversal, but I wasn’t about to disappoint my young apprentice. Squeezing the synthetic pseudo-shield in a less than friendly manner, I leaned over and caught the reservoir tip with my teeth, removing it cleanly, before smiling at my son and making the “shhhhh” sign by pressing my stinky finer to my lips. “Okay Son, “ I said just loud enough for the struggling stranger to hear, “One last ride, and then its time to go.” There’s nothing like blowing a load to realign a man’s ass rings, and despite Uncle Jack brutal bludgeoning, Junior’s posterior had snapped back into showroom condition. 5 loads allowed him to slip down on the latex death-trap with ease, though I told him in no uncertain terms to “Grip it tight as you can for Daddy.” Had the stupid, rude fuck-head ever felt the actual inside of a man’s body before? I have no idea, but I was certain my boys’ ass-lips had done an excellent job of pealing back the protective wrapper, exposing the raw corona and wasted urethra to my fuck toy’s lethally coated guts. Slipping me the evilest little sneer, my boy humped up and down, hard and fast, revealing a bit of that a mean streak that made me love him all the more. After waiting so long, and succumbing to the indescribable warm wet delight of actual skin on skin contact, the interloper couldn’t hold back any longer, just as my son refused to left go. The unseen figure beside us moaned loudly, as I reached in between the boy and the ball buster to squeeze his nuts and grip the base of his spasming shaft. I could feel he seed pulsing and pushing out his piss shoot into my son’s insatiable walls. When he finally felt ready to retract his inconsiderate prick from our playground, I held the prophylactic ring with my fingers, creating the illusion that I’d waited until he was done to dislodge it and its contents. I held up the decapitated and shredded sperm killer for my boy to see. Isn’t it great to share a secret? With one final plop, I returned our common kunt stopper back into my teenager’s ravaged rectum, trying my best to secure the half dozen nut loads of potentially poisonous ball sauce, but several strands on the infectious silver slime slithered their way out in an attempt to impregnate the back of his thighs. Using two fingers, I scooped up the escapees and shoved them into my own mouth, savoring the salty sick taste of his venom fortified birthday treats. The Toilet Gods must have been smiling on us because just as the clueless bastard behind the wall was about ready to engage us in conversation, a distant car horn gave three long loud bursts, as a concerned citizen graciously notified all his fellow fuck hounds and cum hunter that a police car had just rolled into the parking lot. I gave my son his t-shirt and a big sperm coated kiss on lips before we exited our stall, and headed back to my place for the main event. 8 loads in and 10 more to go!