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The Mugger I’ve never considered myself naive, but I did tend to walk around as if nothing bad would ever happen to me. Sometimes I would find myself walking home late at night and not even pay attention to the fact that I was passing through a rougher neighborhood. I always made it home safe every time, so in my mind I was always safe. Until Friday night a couple of weeks ago. It was dark and the streets were basically deserted -which is probably why I always felt nothing would happen to me. How could something happen if no one is around? Someone was around, though. I just didn’t see him before it was too late. I didn’t hear his footsteps as he stalked me, eventually wrapping his arms around me from behind and growling in my ear to hand over my cash. Luckily my other instincts kicked in and I went into self-defense mode, wrenching his arms free from me, and spinning around to face him (which I couldn’t see anything -it was too dark). I nailed his jaw with a right hook and then did something I never thought I would do -I slammed my knee into his jewel box. He dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, groaning in agony. When he looked up at me, his black hoodie fell back to reveal quite a handsome face. Mind you, it was contorted in agony at the moment, but his good looks were not lost on me despite what had just happened. “Jesus, why’d you do that?” he hissed. My true nature came out at that point and I started apologizing to him (I’m know -idiot!). “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” I had always felt that I would never have the heart to inflict such pain onto another man, but somehow something else had taken over at that point. “In my defense, you were trying to mug me.” “Yeah, but I wouldn’t hurt you,” he moaned, rocking a little on his knees and cupping his crotch. After a couple of minutes he managed to stand. Now that he was facing me I could see he was much larger than my own trim 5’9” frame. Great, I thought, he’s going to kick my ass first, then take my money. He just stood there eyeing me for a minute, probably debating over which of the hundreds of painful and bloody ways he could kill me. He stepped closer, never taking his eyes off of me for a moment. “That fucking hurt,” he told me in a low voice. “If it means anything, I really didn’t mean to do it. It just happened,” I blubbered. “Kicking a guy in the balls is pretty low. I think you owe me more than just some cash, for that kind of pain,” he said, lunging at me and somehow managing to get me into a choke hold that I could not break. I wasn’t completely out, but the lack of oxygen did it’s part in immobilizing me. He dragged me just around the corner into a rundown old house. It was dark and I didn’t hear any voices. I knew we were alone. Through the house he dragged me until I found myself on a bed. His large body loomed over me as the cobwebs and fog cleared from my head. Well he could have killed me in an alley and not have to deal with disposing of the body, so maybe he’s not a homicidal maniac. On the other hand, maybe he is, and he just enjoys toying with his prey and taking his time torturing them before they succumb to the vast array of injuries he’s inflicted upon them. The bed threw me off, though. I’ve seen Dexter -these guys like a work space. As soon as he stripped his shirt off, revealing a mouthwatering rugby player type of build, I knew he wasn’t planning on killing me. Still, being raped was never something I dreamed about, either, so I started to move, trying to get my bearings so I could make a run for it. He had just opened his pants and out flopped a dick that was totally proportionate to his hunky hulky body. It had to be at least 8 ½ inches long and it was just starting to harden! And thick -bloody hell! That was my cue to get my ass in gear, so I struggled to a crouch on the bed, jumped, and then tried to run around him. His muscular arm caught me around the waist, heaved me up in the air, and deposited me back down in the center of the bed. “Uh-uh, you’re not going anywhere ‘till I’m done with you. We’re gonna have some fun tonight, you and me.” Despite my fear, my dick was hardening in my pants and my ass was going into spasms of anticipation. What can I say -sometimes you can’t take the gay slut out of the man. Show me a rapidly growing dick and beautiful body and my body knows what to do. I lost my head by then, and there was no point in fighting him. Besides, if I submit to him maybe he won’t be too rough on me. That dick can do some damage, I thought. “Fuck it,” I said, rolled back to my knees on the bed and beginning my own strip show for him. His face lit up seeing that I wasn’t going to give him a hassle. “Well, I guess I found myself a bitch, didn’t I?” “I’ll be your bitch,” I told him, my breath coming up short. I shuffled to get closer to him, and then taking him by the hands, pulled him down onto the bed with me, kissing him hard and deep. He kissed me back, but he took the kiss over. We were definitely going to do this his way. And he wasn’t in the mood for anything affectionate. He kissed me almost violently, his tongue invading my mouth and throat (yes, throat -he’s got a long one!) nearly made me gag, but I became so turned on that I just rode it out and tried to match him. Suddenly he broke the kiss, grabbed me and flipped me over onto my stomach. I felt him moving on the bed until his hot breath was on my butt. Lucky for him I had gone to the bar prepared tonight. Unluckily for me, had I gotten lucky I wouldn’t find myself in this mess. His long tongue immediately began to snake up into my ass. I’ve never felt a rimming like it -it was beyond ecstasy! It literally felt like a small snake going up into me. It was insane! I couldn’t help but moan and writhe -what else could I do? After a few minutes I was desperate to feel his cock in me -despite the fact that it was now full-grown and towering at an impressive 12 ½ inches. I’ve never had anything that big in me, the largest so far being around 9 inches. “Oh fuck, you have to fuck me,” I pleaded. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here, bitch? You’re gonna pay for kicking me in the junk. And I’ve got a special way to pay you back. You’re gonna take my poz loads all night long.” Suddenly there were sirens and shrieking going off in my head! Did he say ‘poz’? What the fuck? I’m negative and had been very conscious to keep it that way. I began to struggle against him, trying to keep him from straddling me, but his size made that impossible. I went back to pleading. “Please, man, I’m negative. I don’t want this.” “Who asked you, bitch? You got to pay for what you done to me.” Okay, he was hot -his vocabulary didn’t need to be ivy league when you look like that. What the fuck? How can my mind be thinking about vocabulary when he’s about to put HIV+ cum inside me? I begged and struggled for a few more minutes, and then he got fed up, laying his entire body weight on top of my back. His face was next to mine, and he was breathing hard. “Am I going to have to choke you out again?” he asked menacingly. Lord only knows what he might do if I’m totally unconscious, so I weakly told him it wasn’t necessary. “Good bitch. I don’t want to feel that ass pushing me out, either. When I go in, I’m staying put until my bruised nuts fill you up with their revenge.” Shit, there goes my other plan. I figured that I might be able to buck him off of me or push him out just before he blows. I’ve never felt that kind of conflict before. My mind and heart were telling me to do whatever necessary to get the fuck out of there before he infects me. But my damned hormones . . . as soon as they kick in, all reason and logic fly out the window. My hormones were telling me that I’d gone out to the bar tonight to get laid. Now I was going to get laid. Quit complaining. Bitch. Hormones with attitude, right? It’s bad enough HE’s calling me ‘bitch’, I don’t need my own subconscious calling me names! Alas, the hormones were in the driver’s seat and I just surrendered to him. If the opportunity presented itself to escape I would take it, otherwise I would just survive. I can always go and get that pill I heard my friends talking about. “That’s it, I feel the fight going out of you. You’re my bitch for the night. You might as well like it,” he told me. I felt his fat cock head at my entrance, and he rutted his hips a couple of times, enticing my hole to yawn open and swallow him all on it’s own. Would you believe that the damn thing did? Suddenly my ass was sucking several hard, thick inches in. It actually took my breath away, the rush of him suddenly entering me. But by now I was so hot I didn’t resist -despite the pain. Oh, yes, there was pain. That was a fat knob pushing into me. I’m sure that I felt tearing inside, especially since he had only used spit to lube my hole. “Fuck, buddy, your ass is just eating that big dick up! You’re nothing but a whore, aren’t ya? How else would that ass just take it like that? I got a big dick and most bitches can't get past the head.” He sounded like he was enjoying himself, and he reared back and then thrust in, this time adding a few more inches to the penetration. A couple more times like this and I felt his pubes scratching my ass. Fuck, he was balls deep in me! It hurt like fucking hell, and he’d torn me open good doing it. My insides were going into mad spasms, while I silently let the tears pour down my face and drip onto the worn bed sheet. Shockingly, he wasn’t a complete asshole, and he held still until he felt the spasms subside, and then he got to fucking. It really only took a few minutes for my hole to feel totally open to him, and by now the pain had morphed into unbelievable pleasure. I wanted his dick in me. I loved his dick destroying my hole. I guess that might make me a whore, but just then I was happy being a whore. By the time he got a rhythm going that he liked, I was really into it, and raised up onto hands and knees and began shoving my ass back at him, riding him deep and hard. “Fuckin’ pig likes it!” he roared. “Pig’s gonna like my toxic cum, too.” Reflex response had me saying, “Please, pull out before you cum,” even before I had a chance to consider it. Of course, I came back to my senses when I felt the sharp sting on my ass as he smacked my cheeks hard. Really hard, like I’m sure there will be a bruise in the shape of a hand print. “No fuckin’ way, bitch. That’s your payback for nailing me in the balls. You’re gonna learn how important that real man cum is. Toxic venom flowing through my veins, in my sperm. And soon it’s all gonna be in you.” My logical mind was becoming more and more cloudy as I rode that cock. It just felt too damn good. And yes, I do take loads from guys, so naturally my body is craving his seed in me. That’s just the natural order -dick goes in, fucks, deposits seed. Sometimes repeat. And right now my ass and guts were praying he would fill me with his load. It was like the devil sitting on one shoulder and the angel on the other. One says, “Fuck yeah, you want it!”, while the other says, “Don’t listen to him. You know you shouldn’t be doing this!”. As usually happens when my hormones are in flux, that little devil went over and drop-kicked the angel right out of the equation. The next thing I know . . . “Fuck yeah, give me that load,” I heard myself saying. Excuse me? “That’s it, bitch. You know you want me to knock you up. Beg me for it, bitch.” “Do it, cum in my ass!” I yelled. “Say it,” he ordered. “Please, cum in me,” I pleaded. “SAY IT!” he demanded again. And then I knew what he wanted to hear. “Poz me!” I screamed. “Give me that toxic cum! Cum in my ass and infect me!” “That’s right, bitch,” he said in almost a purr, now really railing into me. I knew it wouldn’t be long now, and sure enough he slammed in particularly deep, roared, and slapped my ass again as I felt his balls blast my battered hole full of his venomous load. “Take it, you fuckin’ whore. Take that poz cum!” he yelled. “Yes! Yes, poz me! Poz me!” I yelled back. At that moment I was loving every second of that fuck, despite what would probably result from it. What’s done is done, and I might as well get some enjoyment out of it. I can go to the clinic in the morning and get that pill. His dick stayed hard in my ass and he just kept on fucking me. After 3 more viral loads from him, he finally extracted himself from my gaping hole and took a break. He went and got himself a beer. Nothing for me. After he’d finished it off I knew why -I was allowed beer, only it’s the same one he’d just drank. He stood over me and I clamped my mouth down on his semi-hard dick, and immediately began to swallow as his piss sprayed into my mouth. I chugged like a champ and didn’t lose a drop. Seeing that actually turned him on again, and within seconds he was back up my cum sloppy hole. He used my ass all night long. Literally. I’ve never met a man who was such an animal when it comes to sex. He just could not get enough. He blasted a dozen loads into me in one night. Some guys don’t even get that much at a gangbang! By the time the sun was shining and the rest of the world was up and on their way, he finally took his spent dick out of my hole. We were both covered in sweat and cum. And we were exhausted. He lay on his back staring up at the ceiling. “There, your ass got what it deserves. Next time you’ll think twice about hitting below the belt,” he reminded me. “Now get the fuck out.” “Is it okay if I take a quick shower before I go?” I asked. “Fuck no. This isn’t a date, bitch. Get the fuck out,” he ordered. Now reality was sinking in again and the sex haze had lifted. Time to get out before he decides to get violent on me. I grabbed my clothes and raced from the room. I dressed just inside the front door, and then hurried outside.

Yesterday afternoon I was in a sling at CCBC in Palm Springs and this dude was fucking me. After a little while he paused and asked me if he could piss inside me. Being the good sub that I am I told him it was his decision. He filled me full and continued to fuck me for another 20 minutes. It was so fucking hot. It ended with his load mixed in with a lot of piss. After he finished I walked back to the room with piss dripping down my legs. Hard as hell just thinking about it.

I am a bisexual married man approaching 50. I spent most of my adult life on the hetero side, but as a teenager in a small town I became a semi-professional dildo manufacturer. Personal work only though--nothing fancy, just hard and straight and penetrating. I always knew I loved the feeling of something hard up my ass. It wasn't until my 30's that I finally crossed over to the real thing. Safe only, but I grew to appreciate a real cock and what it could do to me. After a divorce, and a really brief chat, I let a man fuck me bare. Holy fuck, but I was hooked. Terrified, but I knew I could never go back to condoms. I did, however, keep up my hetero side and ended up married yet again. It was love, but goddamn, I still felt the need for a cock. There are many stories between there and here, but this is the final one: this is where I made my choice. Although I was married, I still cruised Adam4Adam and BBRTS for the occasional hookup. Fast, NSA, and completely on the downlow. It was always good for a rush, but it never really scratched that itch where it needed scratched. And then I found "got2breed" on BBRTS. His uncut cock screamed out to me like a fucking siren and I couldn't get it out of my head. Even though he was soft in the pic, his cock looked to me like what a pile of heroin would look like to a junkie. Full ragged hood, dripping precum like a faucet, and pure goddamned gold. I felt like if I could even just get my tongue under that hood for a minute or two, my life would be complete. But I had to take a pause. His status on his profile said 'negative', but there wasn't a chance in hell that was actually the case. His buddy links showed a list of 'poz and proud' guys and I knew for sure that I was getting myself into the deep end in more ways than one. And all I wanted to do was drown. After multiple messages, and an absolutely interminable amount of time, I found myself faced with a weekend free from the wife. When I found out about her plan to surprise her out of state mother on her birthday with a visit, I began to sweat. Immediately. This was it. No matter what, I had to hook up with 'got2breed'. As soon as I could, I messaged him exactly that and he replied, laconically as ever, "Okay." I could barely breathe as I read that one word reply. I quickly replied, "And I will do anything. And everything." "Cool." came back his usual one word reply. At that moment, I felt like my heart stopped. With every fiber of my being, I knew I should not follow through with this. Every fiber except that one, inescapable fiber, right between my legs. And when that spoke, everything else was erased. This was going to happen. ------------------------------------------------------ LATER THAT NIGHT I cleaned myself with my makeshift shower shot for over two hours and shaved every trace of hair below my waist. Purging my ass like this was a longtime pleasure, but it was almost a mania trying to get every last thing out. I loved the feeling of being full, painfully full, and rapidly empty again. I could have continued for the full weekend but I finally had to send the message, at the appointed time, "I'm ready." He replied after a short time that felt like forever, "Come on over." He included his address and the simple instruction, "Enter through the door by the garage. You'll find your instructions there." To tell the truth I don't really remember the drive over to his place, except I do recall the sensation of my heart trying to pound its way out of my chest. He lived about 20 minutes away, down a quiet residential street. The house was nice, but all I could focus on was that door by the garage. I managed to find a place to park my car and began the walk to that door, my face bright red at the thought of turning that knob and going inside. And yet there I was, in his garage. It was fairly empty as garages go, as it didn't contain an automobile, but true to his word, taped to the door into the house was a note, and on a table next to the door into the house was a video camera and a wooden box. I could see the camera was already on as I pulled the note from the door and read: 1. Take all your clothes immediately upon reading this direction. 2. Open the box and take out the contents. You will find a leather collar, one pair of chained leather ankle cuffs, one leather parachute ball stretcher, one buttplug, and one leather waist strap with handcuffs attached. 3. Lubricate the buttplug with your mouth and insert it into your ass in view of the camera. At no time from this point forward will your ass be unfilled. 4. Attach the collar to your throat and tighten it as tightly as you can bear. You must make it tight enough so it is visibly uncomfortable for you. I am watching and I will know if you fall short of this direction. 5. Attach the ankle cuffs. The chain connecting them is short, and you will not be allowed to sit to accomplish this task. 6. Lock the ball stretcher into place around your testicles. 7. Strap the waist restraint tightly around your waist, just above your hip bones with the handcuffs to the back. 8. Pick up the camera and directly state your complete and absolute consent and submission to the events that will follow your entry into my home. 9. Place the camera back on the table and cuff your hands behind your back. 10. Once all steps are completed to my satisfaction, I will bring you into my home. I shook. Hard. But I was also rock hard, dripping profusely, and my hole was clenching for that plug. And for what was to come. I stripped bare, sucked that plug into my mouth and then, after a complete blur, I choked out these words, only just able to catch my breath around the tightness of the collar, "I give my complete consent and permission to any anything that happens from this point forward. I say this completely sober and of my own free will. If at any point I say words to the effect of 'no' or 'stop' I accept and hope that these wishes will be ignored. I submit now completely." With that said, and my pulse pounding against the collar, I placed the camera back on the table and snapped the cuffs tight to my wrists behind my back. Seconds after the final click of the handcuffs, the door in front of me opened and I was pulled inside. -------------------------------------------------------- INSIDE THE HOUSE Alhough I was on the verge of graying out, my mind took his picture in: he was a few inches shorter than me, a few years older, and solidly built. He was dressed only in a black jockstrap and it was bulging hard against the material. He pulled me smartly and quickly, my short chained ankles forcing an awkward shuffle. Before I could form a full picture I was in a room full of men. Things were happening so quickly I couldn't process numbers, but I was forced to my knees in short order and the plug in my asshole jammed against my heel, lighting stars behind my closed eyes. "Welcome to our party you little cunt pig," he hissed in my ear. He grabbed my hair tightly, "Right now, you are at the bottom of our pyramid. From this point, you need to earn what you want most. You begin by eating every asshole in this room. You will rim each hole presented to you like your life depends on it. Start now!" With that instruction my face was pressed into a fully spread, hairy hole. As I tried to catch my breath, my tongue became as hard as my cock and I was instantly intoxicated by both the pressure the collar was exerting on my constricted neck and the taste of this raw asshole. And I ate that hole like it was thanksgiving dinner. And then I was moved to the next, and the next and so on. I began to believe that the only thing I ever wanted was to eat assholes. Until, of course, I was yanked back into reality. My host had his hard, uncut cock directly in front of my eyes and it became my entire world. At that moment, it seemed twelve inches long and just as many inches around. His foreskin tight around the bulbous head, dripping with precum. "Open that filthy mouth pig" he hissed, "I'm about to clean it out." With those words I did just that, opening wide as his cock just barely grazed my stretched lips erupting in a hot stream of piss that filled my whore mouth instantly. I'd never, ever tasted any more piss than was a remnant on a cock that I had sucked before this moment. Now I began to swallow, open my throat to the powerful flow that drenched me. He knew exactly what he was doing and did it to perfection. He was a master artist at the mindfuck and he was turning me into something I never thought I would become. After what seemed like a gallon of hot piss down my throat he spun me around, and my face was planted into the floor, my ass up high and, with a hard yank, the plug was torn out of my hole and his soaked cock head planted itself firmly at the burning entrance of my hole. He leaned down and whispered into my ear. "I'm going to take this cunt now. I'm going to fuck you harder and deeper than you've ever understood you could be fucked. And you will belong to me when I am done. And after that, every man in this room will take their turn using your holes, and after that, any man who has been watching you degrade yourself on my live feed from the moment you entered my garage and is within driving distance will be welcomed to use you as well." At that moment, my eyes clearing of the piss, my face pressed hard against the floor, I became aware that a camera was inches from my face, but I was focused on his instructions as he continued saying "Right now, before I bury my cock in your asshole, I need you to speak directly into the camera. I want you to tell everyone who will see this either live, or on any website this gets posted to after I've shared it, tell everyone what you are." My words came out, choked and raspy from my burning throat, but directly and without hesitation, "I am a filthy, ass eating, cocksucking cum whore." With the last syllable out of my mouth, his thick cock buried itself balls deep in my torn hole. My eyes rolled back in my head and I knew every word I said was absolutely true.

The Mugger -Walk of Shame (Aftermath from part 1) The walk home was interesting. I reeked of sweat and cum and just sex in general, and I got plenty of funny looks as I walked the rest of the way to my apartment. And since I’d been trying to score last night, I wasn’t wearing anything that would cover my finest asset -my ass- so the cum that was smeared all around my hole, not to mention what was leaking from me, brought a lot of attention as a huge wet spot formed on my pants. This was beyond the walk of shame. So why was I still horny from the thought of it all? I got into my apartment and stripped, giggling at my throbbing hard cock. To hell with the shower. I raced to the bedroom and grabbed a nice fat dildo and jammed it up my ass while I jacked my cock until I exploded in the most powerful orgasm of my life. All of this because of him. I still had a hunger in my ass, so I shoved a nice fat plug in there and slept most of the day away, my dreams filled with the rugged and rough handsome stranger who had basically raped me into submission.

Soon I was on my hands and knees so the cameraman could fuck me. It didn't take long for him to get his 12" cock inside me. It hurt a lot for awhile and then it felt good.. Soon he was vigourously stimulating my ass with his toxic cock. It felt really good having that bbc deep inside me. This made me say "UH UH UH UH. Give it to me. I want you to give me your AIDS babies." The camerman said " That turns me on to hear a white guy say he wants my toxic cum." Soon he unloaded a big cum load. He then said "I'd like to do this again." There was no doubt he was going to fuck me a lot in the future.

A few hours later he was hard again and ready to give me more of his toxic seed. "Get on all fours so I can give you more of my AIDS babies," he commanded. Once I was in position, I felt his cock sliding deep inside my hole, and he began pounding my ass hard and fast. I distinctly remember enjoying the stimulation his cock was giving my ass, and when he asked "Do you want my AIDS babies?" I replied without thought "Yes, I want your special cum." Upon hearing my reply he fucked my hole with even more energy, hitting my prostate with almost every stroke. Involuntarily I found myself almost chanting "More More More , Give it to me. I want your AIDS babies." "Nothing turns me on more than a white guy who wants my poz cock up his ass," he remarked. I encouraged him adding "I can't wait to give you more of my toxic cum." "Don't worry, I'll make sure you convert," he answered with an air of confidence as he violently unloaded his cum. Yeah, he was doin' his best to ensure I converted.

Kevin was browsing through profiles on adam4adam and once again found himself staring at the hottest guy he had ever seen. The guy was six one, 145 pounds, 26 years old, white, with a smooth nine and a half inch cut cock. And he was poz. "Damn," Kevin thought, "why does he have to have HIV?" As he had done many times before, Kevin couldn't help but to click through each picture of the guy's photographs, hoping to see more of the man's gorgeous body and enormous cock, but the most memorable image was the outline of guy's huge dick underneath the guy's bathing suit. The text on his profile always caught his eye, and Kevin found himself inexplicably turned on as he read it again "I'm poz. I fuck bare. Don't message me unless you want poz jizz in your hole." The first few times Kevin had read the man's profile, the message scared and repulsed him, but increasingly he found himself somewhat aroused as he found himself wondering what it would feel like to have the huge cock filling his ass with jizz. His thoughts were interrupted when the a4a alert noise cracked through his speakers and startled him. He checked the messages. 'Oh shit', he thought, 'it's from *him*'. The following conversation followed: hungpozfucker: hey, you always look at my profile. so i thought id say hello. dont worry, you can't get pozzed just chatting with me. kevinboi22: oh. um sorry. ur hott and all, but i dont fuck guys with hiv. hungpozfucker: no worries. it's not like i would let you fuck me. i would, however, attack your ass with my huge cock, if u were willing. Kevin found that his half-way hard cock was suddenly at it's full seven inches. kevinboi22: like i said ur hott. it's just the hiv thing. ya know? i wish i could see more pics of your cock though. hungpozfucker: i don't have any more pics here. look, let's meet up, and i'll show you in real life. don't worry, i'm not gonnarape your little boi hole or anything. i'll just come over, we can chat, i'll give you a glimpse, and then i'll leave. it doesn't hurt to make new friends does it? Kevin's cock was now throbbing as he imagined this huge cock being forced into him. "uggh," he thought "i wanna see it. i want him to fuck me, but not with hiv." kevinboi22: well, i guess that's cool. i'm a little shy, just so you know. and i only want to take a look, okay? hungpozfucker: deal About an hour later, Kevin heard a knock on his door. His heart was pounding, and his cock immediately resumed it's rock-hard status as he imagined what was on the other side of the door. Kevin let his new poz 'friend' into his living room. An awkward pause followed, but then the visitor took over. "I'm Bret. I guess I'll just break the ice," he introduced himself; and then casually pulled his shorts down revealing the longest and thickest soft cock Kevin had ever seen. "Oh my God," Kevin said as his mouth dropped. "Go ahead and touch it, it's okay. You can't get nothing by just feeling it." That was all the permission Kevin needed. He quickly got on his knees and inspected the beautiful cock as he slowly caressed it and felt it harden in his hands. "How big is it?" Kevin asked. "About 9.5 inches. Probably too big to fit in your hole anyway," Bret said half-smiling to himself. Kevin's cock was throbbing again. He continued to stroke Bret's enormous piece as it got fully hard. "Why don't you give it a little kiss since you like it so much?" Bret said while smirking. Kevin was scared, but too aroused to care at this point. He starting softly kissing the massive cock in front of him from the tip to the base, and back up to the tip. "Good, now give it a french kiss," Bret instructed. Kevin hesitated for a moment, but gave in to the urge and licked his tongue around the thick headed mushroom tip. After just a couple of seconds, he decided to just give up on the "kissing" and starting to go down on Bret's cock. "That's it," Bret assured him "suck that cock you've been wanting for soo long." Kevin tried desperately to fit the entire cock in his mouth, but could barely get past half. He kept trying with all earnest. After a few minutes, he stood up to take his shirt, jeans and underwear off, while Bret finished taking the rest of his clothes off. "Get back on that cock," Bret urged him. Kevin quickly obliged and sucked as hard and far down as he could. "Oh fuck yeah, use lots of spit. Make my dick as wet as you can like you want me to fuck your ass using your spit for lube," Bret insisted. Somewhere in the back of his head, Kevin was afraid; but the fear was somehow feeding the intense arousal he felt as well. He imagined this big tool being forced into him; and all he could do was continue to suck and apply as much spit onto the cock in his mouth as possible with each lick and suck, while he slowly tugged on his own cock. "Yeah, I knew you would surrender to my cock, that's it," Bret was smiling to himself knowing that he had won his prize. "Mmmmmmm" was all Kevin could muster to say as he gobbled and slobbered all over the cock he was worshiping. "Get on all fours now," Bret demanded. Kevin was both nervous and ecstatic to hear this. He was finally gonna get the cock he wanted; and any thoughts of Bret's HIV status were completely forgotten now. "Oh god, fuck me, please!" Kevin begged. "First things first," and then Bret licked at the tight little boi hole in front of him, "I need to make sure you're nice and wet to take this." Kevin already felt an orgasm building, and nearly came just from the wonderful tongue-fuck his ass was receiving. "Are you sure you want this now?" Bret asked, confident of the answer to follow. "Yeah!" Kevin said nearly interrupting the question, " fuck my ass with your big cock!" "You're ready for your first poz cock to attack your ass?" Bret clarified. Kevin didn't care anymore. All he knew was that he needed to get fucked by this cock. "Fuck yeah! Give it to me!" Bret forced his thick headed tip into Kevin's tight hole, and with some effort had the first few inches inside. "OH MY GOD!" Kevin yelled, "it's so fucking big. Oh, fuck!" Bret continued to press until he was mostly inside. Kevin felt a pleasure unlike any he had felt before, even as his ass was stretched ever more open, and Bret's magnificent cock slid deeper into Kevin, certainly more deeply than any other cock had done so before. Kevin nearly fainted from the simultaneous pleasure and pain his ass was feeling, but after a few glides in and out, he got used to it; and then the pleasure took over and sent Kevin into pure ecstasy. "You like that huh?" Bret asked. "Oh fuck yeah" Kevin panted out. "Tell me you want me to poz your ass." Bret said as he thrust all the way into Kevin. "OH FUCK! Yeah man, poz my ass!" Kevin could barely mutter as his ass was assaulted with deep punishing thrusts. "Do what?" Bret asked. "POZ MY ASS!" Kevin answered. Bret smiled to himself. He had his new cocklover right where he wanted him. "Do what?" he asked again, smiling to himself. "POZ MY ASS" Kevin blurted even louder. Kevin was completely under Bret's control; and was trying not to cum as he felt the big cock owning him. "POZ MY ASS!" Kevin again yelled. "Okay," Bret answered, "get ready for my poz cum to explode in your ass!" Brett quickened his pace as Kevin started stroking. Brett started to unload; and Kevin felt his ass getting slippery and started shooting his cum onto the floor. Brett grabbed Kevin's waste tighter and fucked as hard and deep as he could as he unloaded into Kevin's hole. Kevin suddenly remembered Bret was poz and found himself panicked as he realized he was getting a poz load blasted into him. The panic turned into excitement; and Kevin continued to cum, shooting a huge load onto the floor as Bret continued to cum deep inside Kevin. It was the most intense orgasm Kevin ever felt, and he could not believe how much cum was being shot into him. "Oh fuck!" Kevin yelped as he felt one final jab of Bret's huge dick shove into him. "There ya go," Bret whispered. "Finally got what you wanted." Kevin felt a strange sense of relief and satisfaction. "That was fucking amazing. I never came so hard," Kevin confided. "Be careful what you wish for," Bret thought to himself. They both managed to stumble to Kevin's bed, where they then passed out from exhaustion.

*My first story here. Mostly true, I think, but I was so high l can't be sure. So I'm posting it here. Hope it amuses... My favorite dealer is from a few years back when I spent 4 months in New Orleans. I'd only slammed few times by then and it'd been several months since then. I was bartending part time to keep busy and as a way to meet people. One guy who became a regular for me was a real hot late-30's slim tattooed shaved-head dealer who lived across the street from the bar in The French Quarter. When I was needing supplies I'd stop at his place after my shift where I'd hang out do we got to know each other a bit. I could sort of tell I wasn't his type. But we got along well enough for him to admit his favorite scene was to get a straight customer high enough that he'd let the dealer fuck him. He told me many stories of his successes but he had one new customer that he hadn't been able to close the deal with yet. The guy was our age, dark, hairy, a delivery man for a beer company and straight. Married-with-a-kid-and-another-one-on-the-way straight. But the guy liked his Tina and would hang out for hours getting high and pawing his crotch every time he made buy. It was driving my pal crazy; he was sure he could get into the guy's shorts with a bit of help. I told him an idea that might just get him over the hump and into his hole. And it worked out pretty well. The hottie usually stopped by when his last shift of the week was over, early afternoon on Thursdays. My shift was done at 1pm that day (New Orleans hours) which gave me an hour to get myself ready. By the time he walked in I was already half naked, on my knees and sucking my bud's cock. The guy didn't seem turned off or even too surprised. He just did his business and asked if he could hang a bit and blow some clouds, which is exactly what we hoped for. The guys kept chatting, I kept sucking and we all kept smoking. My pal kind of hinted that I was a bit of a Tina whore who earned my way by entertaining the dealer anyway he wanted. After a bit the dealer slid his hand down my spine to my butthole and started to finger me. Then he took a big rock and slipped it up my hole. The new guy hadn't ever seen a booty bump before but from the sound of it he was unzipping his fly in his excitement. In fact my dealer had me taking his shorts off while I kept sucking him but I got a good look at the guy across the room on the couch. 7" uncut, thick, hairy and juicy. The guy's eyes were black and laser-focused on us, especially when my pal turned around and buried my face in his ass. Well the newbie went nuts over that, said he'd never seen anyone do it though he'd heard of it and always fantasized about a tongue licking his shitter. He dropped his shorts and stood next to us to get a good view. The dealer said, "You should try some of this," meaning me. "He's one high cock-hungry bitch." The dealer grabbed my hair and swung my face in front of this straight, veined, slick cock. I held my mouth open and reached with my tongue for this perfect slab of mancock until the guy gave in and stuffed it down my throat. Pretty soon he remembered my rim-job and turned around. But here's where the next step out my plan came into play. I backed away and said, "Sorry. I'd love to but I only eat clean hole." But the guy was too high and too horned to let that stop him. I mean he begged a bit but I stuck to my plan. Now the dealer stepped in and suggested that he clean up in the shower. I even offered to show him how I do it since I needed a little break. So I took him to the bathroom and introduced him to the shower hose, making it look like no big deal. I left him in there alone and came out to wait for the plan to pay off. After 10 minutes the shower shut off and the guy came out in a towel still wet. But we were ready for him. We had a fresh full pipe to hand him and while he sat back on the couch my friendly dealer surprised him again. He tied off my arm and stuck a full rig I'm my vein so the new guy could watch. He said, "Watch this. He'll do anything we want after this." He then pressed down the plunger and popped the strap. WOW it must have been a big one cuz my eyes went won my and my ears rang and I coughed more than ever before. I guess it was my reward for bringing home the prize. All I wanted was cock and I crawled across the floor to the couch and that last cock I could remember sucking, which was lucky cuz I still had a job to do. I buried my face in his pubes with his half-hard dick in my throat, gagging and sputtering and moaning. My pal then came up behind me and fingered more tina in my hole. The guy on the couch was smoking away on the pipe and groaning as much as I was when my bud pulled his fingers out and stuffed his cock in. One long shove all the way to the bottom. That was my cue to lick down past the guy's balls to his taint and then to his furry cherry hole. I licked, I sucked, I nibbled and I tongued away for a long while I think. I know I had my spit all over my face and dripping off my chin. That's when I started fingering him too. Not much to start but eventually I had a finger from each hand and my tongue in there tasting the pink meat. The guy was groaning and tossing hires had around. I pulled back enough to show my progress to the guy dickin me from behind. That's when he tagged me out and went in for some butt-munching of his own. That was also my cue to slip away, grab my few clothes and the little bag of tina (that in fact I'd paid him for) plus a little sumthin-sumthin unexpected- another fully-loaded rig, I guess to show his gratitude. Gotta love this guy. Thus I left him to his own devices. High as I was I knew I wasn't heading home. I went to the old Midtown Spa, the sleazier of the two available. On Thursdays they rented rooms at half price so all the nastiest men crawled out from under their rocks. Plus a more colorful crowd went there and I loves me some BBC in need of white hole to breed. And I got plenty. Also later I heard the outcome of the great plan. It all went as hoped. In fact the newbie stayed most of the night getting higher and getting fucked. He even showed up at my work one day looking for action. But that's another story.

I cannot believe this happened to me only a few minutes ago. My husband and I have been living in our current apartment for about a year and it was obvious that we are outgrowing it. My husband hates apartment hunting and moving in general so it was obviously understood that I was the one who was going to do the looking around. I had set up an appointment to see this place today after work. As soon as work finished I texted my husband that I would be late picking him up since I was going to see this place. On paper it looked like a great place, however when I arrived there it was obvious that it was a pretty dirty dinghy apartment complex. For a second I hesitated going in but I had scheduled myself an appointment with the agent for the complex, so I thought I shouldn't be rude and went into the rental office. As I entered the rental office I was greeted by a pungent smell. It smelled like a mixture of rank body odor and the smell of a week old unwashed socks. "Hi there," grunted a hairy burly giant standing behind the desk. He was about 300 pounds, and was over six and a half feet tall (which seemed huge compared to my 28 year old 150 pound, five foot seven frame). The giant looked to be in his early 40s and was wearing an open shirt on which I could see a label which was embroidered with the name 'Dave'. He had a thick six inch long beard which blended into the thick mat of curly dark hair which covered his chest, and which was clearly visible through (and over) his dirty wife beater. It didn't take a genius to figure out this beast, Dave, was the source of the distinct smell in the room. My ass started to twitch as I took in his rugged masculinity. "You okay?" he asked. I realized that I had been staring at his hairy chest for at least thirty seconds. "Oh, sorry, I lost my thought. Ummmm.... Hi. My husband and I called to see the two bedroom unit," I managed to reply. "Your husband? We waiting for him?" "Uhhh. He won't be joining us. I came over to take a look at the apartment that's available." I didn't understand why I was so jittery. "Follow me," he directed as he swoshed past me. I got a whiff of his scent and felt my dick get hard. I quietly walked behind him staring at his immense frame. My mind was going crazy with thoughts of him but I reminded myself that I was married and just entered the apartment that he unlocked for me and walked in first. It was a very small place which opened into the living room with no windows. Dave followed me inside and shut the door behind him. I thought I heard the door lock. I quietly turned around to see him standing there smirking at me. "Uhhh... Why did you..." I didn't know what to say. "I saw you looking at me bitch. You thirsty for this?" He grabbed his crotch. I was dumbfounded and frozen in place. He moved forward bent down to grab me by the waist and put his huge tongue in my mouth. His mouth smelled like cigarette smoke. I made a weak attempt at trying to squirm away and he lifted me up and threw me on the floor. He held me down with one hand and unzipped his pants with the other. I was frozen in place. At nine inches his dick was huge and so thick it reminded me of a tree trunk. He flopped his cock on my lips with the warning "You bite and I will break your beautiful teeth." He put his huge dick in my mouth and started to pump in and out. I could smell his rank crotch. I was hard as a rock. But his dick was too big for me. I started to gag and choke. My eyes started to water and I struggled under his weight, but Dave only laughed and after what seemed like an eternity pulled out of my mouth and got off me. I rubbed my eyes. I looked down and started to cry. I was confused and hurt. "I'm married. I didn't want to do this." "Hahaha! You bitch. You think this is over?" I looked up to see that he was now standing in his dirty black socks with holes in them and ripped up wife beater. He was a hairy gorilla. With one hand he then turned me over and pulled down my pants. I screamed and he put a hand over his mouth. With the other hand he took off one of his rancid socks and stuffed it in my mouth. He then held me down and entered my ass without even spitting on it. It hurt like hell since the only lube I had was my saliva on it. I tried to scream but my voice was muffled by his stinky socks in my mouth. "How do you like having a real man inside you bitch?" he asked, grunting as he pumped into my hole. I was crying perhaps with pain or perhaps because of the guilt that I was enjoying this assault on me. I knew that my ass was bleeding and he didn't care about it. As I felt his entire weight on top of me I felt like I was going to die of suffocation. After about ten minutes of brutal thrusts, I could sense his pace start to quicken. "Here you go bitch. You're gonna leave with a piece of me inside you." He grunted as I felt him thrust harder and harder. I could feel my insides getting fuller and fuller with his sperm and after about thirteen final deep thrusts (which I am sure were accompanied by volleys of sperm) he pulled out of me. I pulled his nasty sock out of my mouth and quickly grabbed my bag as he struggled to get back into his clothes. "Rent is $950," he commented as I pulled up my pants and ran out the door, heading for my car. Somehow I had had the presence of mind to hold onto my keys, so although I had to fumble to get the key into the ignition, I held it together long enough to drive off into the evening traffic. As I made my way to pick-up my husband, I was utterly dumbfounded. What should I do? By any definition I had just been raped! Should I report it? But given I was raped, why did I feel so fulfilled? Why wasn't I more upset? Why did I feel good? I was so confused. I drove to my husband's place of work. He was waiting for me at the door of his office, and smiled broadly as I drove up. Getting into the front passenger seat, he gave me a loving kiss, whereupon I quietly drove home, and parked, locking the car. As we walked to the apartment I reached into my pocket to get the apartment key, and in so doing found my pocket contained the stinky sock which Dave had used as a mouth gag a few minutes earlier. My ass twitched as my rapist's sperm leaked from it. "I think I found us a new apartment honey...."

1985 As an only child, I was dreading college only because I'd be sharing a dorm room with some stranger. I'd never spent the night with somebody else sleeping only a few feet away. This would suck. I moved into the little concrete cell on the 4th floor with just a few boxes and a giant suitcase. I got there first and tried really hard to pick which side I wanted to be on. I decided it made no difference, and just plopped down on he left side. I made the bed and put away my clothes and waited to see who would be walking through the door. Nobody. It had been a long day, a long drive and I finally just stretched on on the bed and took a nap. "HELLO!" I sat up awake and saw my new roommate barging through the door with giant black trash bags full of his stuff. He disappeared and then came back with a giant boom box and a portable TV. He just piled it all in the middle of the floor and stripped down to his underwear. "It's so hot -- even for August". "Yeah", was all I had to add. "I'll clean this all up, but right now I just need to relax a minute". He was lying in his bed and I found myself staring at his almost-naked body. He was super tall and long...with almost no meat on his bones. He had really large feet with the longest toes I'd ever seen. Hid hair was scruffy and but not quite what you'd call "overgrown". I also noticed he had tons of severe scars. He had one scar that went from right below his ear, down his neck and across his chest where it met up with other wicked scars. Weird. There was also a really fat bulge in his jockey briefs which I just had to ignore. This was my roommate, after all. He eventually got up and started organizing his shit. He didn't finish everything, but most of it looked okay. It was orientation week and I figured there was enough time to settle in properly. "I'm Cole, by the way. I'm from Omaha". "I'm Tim. I'm from Topeka," I replied. I thought we'd shake hands, but he was already concentrating on getting dressed and grooming his hair. "It's early, man. I'm going to go cruise the sororities and find some drunken sluts". "Have fun", was all I said. "I always do". And he was gone. I all of the sudden felt homesick -- so I called home. I needed to hear my mom's voice just for a minute or two. She put my dad on the phone, and he asked about the drive and my gas mileage. We started to talk but the noise in the hallway was deafening. What the hell? I told him I'd call back in a few days and hung up. There was a party on my floor. Guys were hooting and laughing -- and it felt like something I should join. There was a keg right there on the carpet and people were pumping out beer into red plastic cups. I'd had exactly three beers in my whole life and gotten really sick, but I was older now. In college. So I started chugging it right along with my new neighbors. I met a few guys and made some decent conversation somehow. After the fourth cup of beer, I realized I was still a novice and should probably go back to my room. I turned off the light and got undressed. Everything was spinning. I was on a wild ride of alcohol and just had to endure it until sleep. The spinning stopped and my stomach settled. "YOU'RE IN BED ALREADY??!!" Cole was back from his adventures. I sat up and adjusted my vision to the light he'd rudely turned on. "How ere the sororities? " "Great! I got blown and and even a hand-job later. I almost passed out. I swear girls will go for any guy as long as he's tall. No offense. (I was what you might call 'short')." "None taken. Cool". "Are you too tired to talk a bit. I don't know much about you. Tim, right?" THE FOLLOWING CONVERSATION IS ALMOST VERBATIM: "Well, I'm 18 and on a partial academic scholarship. I want to major in journalism or maybe English". "Wow. So you're smart? Know anything about incest? My dad used to fuck his little brother when he was a kid. And his older brother fucked him at the same time. They all shared the same tiny bedroom and just all fucked all the time". Holy shit! I was hearing this. "He told you all this?" "Yeah. He was a big drunk and used to keep me up all night talking and crying". I silently hoped he was an only child, but then he added "I think he might have fucked my little sister, or tried to. Can't blame him, really. She had huge tits at age 12. I probably would have tried to get a piece of her, but she bugged the shit out of me. She turned out to be a whore anyway". "Did your dad give you all those scars?" "Nah. I was in a car accident last year...a bad one. I was on the operating table for almost ten hours. You'd think I would have had one of them 'near death experiences' but I don't remember any. The good thing is they saved my life.....the bad thing is that I got HIV from the blood transfusion". I was shocked. I didn't know much about the disease, but I knew it was a big deal. "I'm sorry", was all I could say. "It's OK. I just have the HIV, but I don't have AIDS or anything. I'm fine". And then he turned off the light, stripped and went to bed. We said a few more things, but sleep was overtaking him and he started snoring. I, however, stayed awake for two hours. At least. Over the next few weeks we went through classes and homework and developed a routine. Sort of. He didn't seem all that interested in school. He wanted to go out all night and cruise for pussy, and then, during the daytime he'd lie in bed and beat off to his huge collection of porn magazines. He never even tried to hide it. I saw his enormous hard-on so many times that first month. I liked looking at it, but I never once watched him ejaculate. That seemed too intimate. He always wanted to talk (once his dick got too sore to stroke any longer, I guess). I'd talk about my classes and how nervous I was about midterms, but all he ever really wanted to discuss was fucking. "I almost got laid the other night by this chick at Chi Omega, but she got freaked out by my scars...and my big dick, I guess. I think I'm starting to get bad reputation around here". "Why?" "I don't know, man. I guess I told my operation story too much. Or maybe it's because I'm ugly. Look at me -- if you were a girl, would you let me fuck you?" "Yes", I said way too fast. He sat and thought for a minute. "Good to know. Thanks". I'll cut to the chase here: He ended up asking me if I'd let him screw me in the butt. I agreed only because he didn't have AIDS after all...only HIV. As desperate as he was to get off, he had a lot of conditions for this event. I had to lay down on my stomach with my face in a pillow. Also, I couldn't talk or make any sounds. He didn't want to hear a guy's voice. I of course signed off on all of this. But then nothing happened. Not for days and days. And then one late night I had fallen asleep reading my history book with just a tiny lamp over head. Cole walked into our room looking dejected. I dropped my book and turned over on my stomach. Did he even notice I was still awake? Would he do it tonight? My face was in the pillow, but I turned a bit to see him take off his clothes and grab the giant bottle of lotion he used to masturbate with. I expected him to turn off my lamp so he could pretend he wasn't with a guy, but he left it on. And then he silently climbed on my back. "You have no hair back here. I like it". Then I heard the lotion bottle's pump. He was lubing up his penis. And then a thick finger started pushing some of the liquid into my ass. I'd forgotten how big his hands were, It hurt, but I didn't make a sound. This was it. Wow. It was really about to happen. My first sex. I was all excited until that fat head started to push in. I wanted to cry out, but buried my face deeper into the pillow. "Holy fucking shit -- it's so tight." "You're a goddamn virgin. I'll go as slow as I can, OK?" He inched his way into my gut, and I probably whimpered a bit. "Fuck, I'm all the way in. Most girls can't take it this far. I'm close". He started pumping away and I have to admit it felt really nice. Part of my pleasure came from knowing I was with a man I genuinely liked. Or loved. He was quickly moving toward a climax...and then he was there. I thought I'd feel his sperm shoot through me, but I didn't. He stayed still on my back for a minute. And then he stood up. "You can turn over now, Tim." I did. And I saw his full, naked, scarred frame towering over me. I reached out and touched his hip and said "Thank you, Cole." He seemed confused and a little lost. "Can I sleep next to you tonight? No rules. You can talk". I moved over as he moved against me. Surprisingly, he was into cuddling and nuzzling. It dawned on me that he had never had any real affection. We embraced and a drifted off to sleep. That began a long month of the us having sex almost every night. His rules changed. He didn't mind fucking me face to face anymore. And he let me kneel between his legs and suck him off. I even got the chance to massage his big feet and put his toes in my mouth. We kept it up until semester break when he announced that he'd flunked out and was moving back to Omaha. I barely had time to process this change when he suddenly disappeared. I didn't have a photo of him or a phone number. But what I DID have was his virus inside of my body forever. "

After 2 weeks of getting his hole fuck and getting to love being on Ms. Tina Nick is ready. We are all loaded up for the 5 hour ride to where the 100 party will be, right before we left Nick was tested to see if he was Poz yet and Nick is still Neg. Jerry has posted he is looking for thous who would like to Poz this boy at the club site and was hit with an overwhelming response. Jerry has put Nick and I in chastity as I really love fuck Nick all the time. We arrive at the club and I love the sign at the cashier door. Must be of age Must use condoms No drugs No Barebacking Well, I will be breaking 3 of the rules and Nick will be breaking all of the rules. Jerry will be making good money from Nick. The first thing to do is have the club owner certify Nick is negative once that is done it’s posted. We take Nick and get him ready for a night he will never forget as I remember it like it happen yesterday even though it has been over 6 years now. We start by making sure Nick will enjoy him self and give him small amounts of GHB in his water through the night and a small slam to start.Nick chastity cage is taken off so a catheter can be put into Nick so if he has to pee the chem piss is not waisted and will be used later. I leave the room and the place is packed like I have never seen before. Jerry ask me to stay with Nick as the 100 are pick by ticket number they were given when they first came in. The rules are this , from 1-100 you can fuck Nick in the ass you can have Prince Albert but it must be smooth, NO PISS fucking, NO eating out Nicks hole till after the 100 have dump their loads in Nicks hole,No lube only spit for the first one , as cum makes the best lube,NO cruel condoms and No fisting The ones who did not make the 100 can use Nick mouth, you can gage him with your dick, make Nick swallow your load, piss into Nick mouth. I’m in chastity and I will be used to help the 100 get hard with my mouth and hand out thous who want Viagra, and watch Nick to make sure he is all right, I also have a bag of Tina powder for thous who want it on the head of their dick before they fuck Nick. I take Nick over to the bench and give him a kiss and Nick is real passionate about it. Once on the bench I strap him down and take the crank him legs apart so Nick hole is spread wide and every one has access to it. The 100 are ready and so is Nick, the first one is FUCKING HUNG with a 10 inch dick and he has a bio hazard tattoo and the pre cum leaking from the tip of his dick he rubs Nick hole and then slow and steady pressure his dick disappears into Nick hole and he just stays like that and says this hole is tight and needs to be wrecked, he pulls almost all the way out and drives back in balls deep wile Nicks mouth is getting a workout with dicks in his mouth. I’m glad the first one shot a giant load into Nick as it was leaking in to the pan that was place under the bench to catch all the cum that does not stay in Nick. After the first 20 Nick is given a break but is not removed from the bench as he would be leaking cum all over the place. In the break I give Nick more of the water with G in it and a small slam and look at the bag that is capturing Nick Chem lace piss. I see that Nick is doing OK and his hole is really getting work over as at the number 80 break I see Nick hole is blood red and the tray under Nick has a lot pink color loads in it.When number 100 shows up he looks very skinny and was told later he has full blown Aids. Nick mouth had taken a lot of loads and he has been used as a urinal. When the last one is finished it’s time for thous who want to clean out Nick hole and they are on their knees with their face and tongue working over his blood red hole.

Never been piss fucked, but I have had several tops fill me with their piss, and a few filled me with chem piss.

No HIV positive guys - It was bound to happen It was a week before I was flying to reunite with Connor in New York City. Reunite. That really was the word. I felt like half of me was gone in another place. I could communicate with it, but it felt as if my legs were detached. My brain could tell myself to walk, but I couldn't feel the movement of walking. The hope of seeing Connor again and reconnecting the missing pieces, missing feelings was growing daily. I moved us into the new apartment with Ramon, Seth, John and Bradley. We ran into some of my neighbors while moving. Bradley knew a few of the guys. They were older, late 30s early 40s maybe. They invited us down for drinks once we finished. We were all exhausted after we moved everything. Seth and Ramon bailed on us. Bradley and John went home to change. An hour later John, Bradley and I knocked on my neighbor's door. There was some music playing and we could hear voices. It definitely sounded like a party. Bradley's friend took us inside and introduced us to a couple of people. Everyone was really nice. I was not wearing party/club clothes, but was instead in older running shorts, flip flops, and a tank top. I had just picked what was on the top of the garbage bag (classy, I know) and quickly dressed. I thought it was just drinks at the neighbor's place; not a party. I was a bit embarrassed that I was under-dressed. John told me not to worry, that I looked like the most perfect Jewish bottom boy ever. We laughed, especially since John is the most perfect WASP bottom boy ever. We were at the makeshift bar at this point and one of the guys said; "You're right. He is the most perfect Jewish bottom boy ever." I turned to see who it was and I was stunned. It was the guy who had given the lecture in psychology class my freshman year - the positive guy who said it's the other guy's fault if he doesn't ask my status or ask me to use a condom. My cock twitched. What the fuck was wrong with me. He introduced himself as Rob. He was sexier now than I remembered him. I didn't remember the nice pecs, the great biceps or the amazing smile. He was older, but he was so fucking hot. No wonder guys would forget to ask him to use condoms. We chatted for a bit while I drank my first cocktail. John chatted with Rob's friends. Bradley scouted for his older bottom guy for the evening. We had arrived a little around 8pm. By 10pm guys were thinning out to go to the bars, but most of the crowd stayed. Bradley peaced out with a very well dressed man on his arm. John and I both rolled our eyes - Bradley's type is so expected. It's as if an archetype just keeps churning these guys out to sit on Bradley's cock. I was decently tipsy because I hadn't eaten and had moved furniture all day. I had now been drinking for about 2 hours. The host came into the back yard and asked if a few of us would run to the corner store to buy some vodka. Rob was near me and said he would go and said he would take the "most perfect Jewish bottom boy ever" with him. He looked at me and said, "You moved today. At least I know you can carry things without breaking them." Off we went. It was about a 6 block walk. Rob asked me a lot about myself on the way to the store. He also hit on me blatantly. He told me what a tease I was wearing an outfit that barely covered anything. In truth, my tank top reached almost down to the hem of my shorts so at times it looked like I wasn't wearing any shorts. John had also told me that he cold see my underwear up my leg hole when I sat down earlier at the party. So I just stood the rest of the time. I guess I was dressed like a slut. I tried to explain that I had a boyfriend, had just moved, grabbed what was on top of the bag, didn't know it was a party, etc. Rob listened and then leaned close to me and said, "You are still making me hard you perfect Jewish bottom boy." He asked if I was a bottom. I told him I was. He asked if John was my boyfriend and I laughed and said "No, he's another bottom boy." Rob said, "I bet he'll have some guy's cock up his ass by the time we get back to the party." I explained what a "good boy" John was and how he always made me feel slutty because he would never do things like go to a party and end up getting fucked by a guy he just met there. Rob caught that immediately. He said, "But you have gone to parties and been fucked by guys you met there." I blushed. About a block from the store there was an area with old growth trees that blocked the street lights. It was darker than other areas along the main street. Rob pushed me up against the tree and kissed me. He pushed his body against me and I could feel his hard cock on my thigh. I opened my mouth for him. He invaded my mouth. His hands slipped onto my ass and he said, "Plump ass." He slipped his hands down the back of my shorts and I was wearing a jock strap. He said, "Slutty most perfect Jewish bottom boy wearing easy access jock strap." I kissed him and felt his chest and biceps. He was a well built guy. I felt his cock. It was a good cock - 7", but thick in the right way. I unzipped his pants and took his cock out. I dropped to my knees and swallowed his cock. I was such a fucking slut. I wanted this cock. I knew he was HIV positive and I didn't care. I was on the sidewalk sucking off a guy I had just met at a party. He must've been horny because he did not hold back. I was quickly swallowing his load. He said, "Good boy. I'll have to try that ass later." We got the vodka and headed back to the party. We had probably been gone 30-40 minutes. When we got back the party was probably down to 12-15 guys, including us. I put the vodka in the kitchen and went to find John. This was a typical one story New Orleans house - not a shotgun house; but a typical layout with bedrooms opposite the main living areas and the kitchen in the back leading out to the backyard. I looked through the living areas, checked the backyard, and then the bathroom. There was a guy I had seen speaking with John earlier coming out of the bathroom. I asked if he had seen John. The guy nodded his head to one of the bedroom doors and said, "He's fun." I laughed and said, "I know right." I opened the door to the bedroom. There was John bent over the bed naked getting spitroasted. One guy was fucking his ass while he was sucking another guy's dick. I made a move to check on him and make sure he wasn't being raped. As I stepped closer, I saw that John was drunk but definitely working that cock in his mouth with all his effort. I heard Rob say, "Told you." I turned and Rob was in the doorway. I was kinda turned on by the scene, but also really surprised. I started to leave the room. Rob stopped me and turned me around. He stood me in front of him and had me watch the sex scene. The guy fucking John said he was getting close and John said, "Cum on my back." The guy fucking him pulled his cock out, ripped off the condom, and jerked his load all over John's back. The guy in front then went to fuck John's ass. He put his cock at John's hole and John handed him a condom. "No glove. No love," John said. I relaxed a bit. John may be slutting around, but he was still being safe, per usual. Safe sex poster boy John. He really was a good boy. What was wrong with me. I craved bareback sex. I was actually less turned on my the baseball player shaped hunk plowing WASPy twink John's ass because he was using a condom. I actually felt my cock get softer. I looked at Rob and said, "Want another drink?" We left the bedroom, closed the door and headed to the kitchen. I poured a vodka cranberry and stepped outside. Rob didn't leave my side. He said, "You're right. Your friend is a good boy. He's giving his ass up just like a good bottom boy should." I said, "I know right. He's almost too good. Like I said, he makes me feel like the slutty one most of the time." Rob laughed out loud and hard. He said, "Really? Your friend is in a stranger's bedroom, getting fucked by multiple guys, and doesn't look like he's going to stop anytime soon. All you've done is suck my cock and swallow my load. I think he's taking the slutty prize tonight." I drank some of my drink, wanting to get drunk. Wanting to just say that "I'm sluttier because they wouldn't be using condoms to fuck me. I'm sluttier because I wouldn't stop once we ran out of condoms. I'm sluttier because I love when a guy cums in my ass." But I just stood there and drank my drink. Rob looked at me. He handed me his drink and said he would get himself another. When Rob came back he asked if that was the first time I ever saw John getting fucked. I laughed and told him that John and I met at a party both getting fucked over the same bed. Rob took an ice cube and ran it up the back of my shirt along my spine. I squirmed. He laughed and said stand still. He slipped the ice cube down my ass crack and against my hole. In all the sex I'd ever had with Justin or Connor or Eli or anyone else; I'd never had someone do that before. He pushed and I thought my body would react my tensing up against the cold. Instead my ass popped open and he slipped the small, rapidly reducing ice cube up my ass hole. I was surprised. He did it a few more times. Then I realized I needed to push out all the water or it would all leak out of my ass and down my leg. I went to the bathroom, embarrassed, and sat on the toilet pushing out some water. Luckily, I had cleaned out before I left the house because I thought I would have a couple of drinks and come home and jerk off with a vibrator. I cleaned up, opened the door and Rob was standing there. He asked if I was all clean. He smiled and took a drink. I said that I was. He asked if I wanted to leave. I said, "Not yet. I want to check on John, make sure he is okay, and finish my drink." I wanted Rob, especially after that fucking crazy ass ice trick; but I knew he was HIV positive and I was in no rush to ride his cock. He turned me on so much, but I knew I would be betraying Connor again. And this time I could really hurt him. I was in no rush. If Rob grew bored of me or thought I was a tease, so be it. I opened the bedroom door. The baseball player hunk was laying on the bed obviously in post coital glow. John was sucking off another guy. I went in and sat on the bed. I gave John a questioning look. He leaned over while still jacking the guy off and said, "I'm out of condoms and the host says he doesn't have any more. I'll get this guy off and then I'm ready to go if you want." I said, "Ok. I'll be in the backyard." I went out, shut the door, refreshed my drink and went outside. Rob was sitting in a lawn chair talking with the host. I went over to them. The host asked if John was cool. I said, "He's having fun. Says you are out of condoms though and he's ready to go." Rob almost choked on his drink. He looked at the host and said, "I didn't even know you had condoms." The host looked at Rob warily and said, "Of course I do, but I'm honestly out. And John is out of his own. Either he's getting fucked bareback or he's not getting fucked anymore tonight." I said, "What if other guys want to hookup?" The host said, "My friends don't usually end up with a twink taking multiple cocks in my bed so I wasn't prepared for it." We all laughed. Rob slipped his hand up my shorts leg. I naturally spread my legs. His finger found my hole. He rubbed my wet ass and tried to slip a finger in me. It went in some, but not much. The host asked me if I wanted to hang out after John left. I said sure. John came out in the backyard almost on cue. He said he was ready to go and the baseball player hunk was going to take him home. We hugged and I told him I was going to finish my drink and head out. The host walked them out. He went inside and came out with the guy John had been sucking off. The host said, "One friend is passed out in the guest room. It's just the four of us and I locked the front door. I'm too tired if more people show up/come back." We all laughed. Rob pulled me into his lap. I sat there and spread my legs over his so they were laying outside his thighs. I leaned back against him and drank my drink. The host and the other guest sat in chairs facing us and we all chatted. The host asked if I smoked pot. I said I did and he went inside and came out with a small tray with a few boxes on it. In one there were rolling papers and in another one pot. He rolled a joint and we all smoked. I was really relaxed now. Rob told me to tell them about how John and I met while both getting fucked over the same bed at a party. I told the story. As I did, I could feel Rob's cock growing against my ass. He pushed off my tank top and said, "You've been teasing us with your body all night. Let us see some of it." I let him take it off me. I was drunk, horny, and high and my cock was getting hard in my old running shorts. The other guest said, "Zach, I can see your underwear. I'm guessing you wore those shorts hoping we would see up the legs." I tried to protest that I didn't know it was a party and it was just the stuff on the top of the bag. The guest slipped his hand up the leg of my shorts and said, "Don't worry man. You already saw my cock. Showing off your stuff won't shock us." I felt his hand rub my crotch and he asked, "Jockstrap?" I nodded. He said, "What did John call you?" Rob answered, "John called Zach the most perfect Jewish bottom boy." The host asked, "Are you?" I blushed and drunkenly said I was. Rob said, "You wear a jockstrap when you want to get fucked don't you?" I said, "I wear one almost every day." Rob asked I've I'd been fucked yet today. I said I hadn't. The host said, "But you want to get fucked don't you." I said, "Yes." Rob stood me up and slid the running shorts down my legs. I stepped out of them. I looked back at him and kissed him. I undid his pants and took out his cock. I bent over to suck his dick, showing the other guys my ass framed by the jockstrap. I felt their hands on my ass. I then felt some slickness on my ass as one of the guys put some lubed my ass. I heard clothes dropping to the ground. I felt fingers ease into my ass. It wasn't long before there were three fingers inside me. I heard one of the guys say, "Sweet ass." The fingers were removed. I felt a cock head push at my hole. He pushed and it hurt a bit. The angle was wrong. I came up off the Rob's cock, said "more lube," and then grabbed the bare cock and aimed it at my ass. The cock slid right inside me. I knew without a doubt that one of these older guys was in me bareback right now. I had felt his bare cock when I lined it up to my hole. He called me a hot slut as he fucked me. He kept asking me how I liked his dick. I would either say it felt great or I would mumble something around Rob's cock. I heard the guy say he was going to cum. As I was trained to do, I popped my head up off Rob's cock and said, "Do it! Cum in me." The guy blew his load in my ass and I went back to sucking Rob's cock. The second guy slid his cock in me next and I knew he was bareback too. Another guy whose name I didn't know and whose status I hadn't asked. I knew he was in me bareback because there weren't anymore condoms in the house. He rode me for maybe 3 minutes before his cock blew in my ass. He withdrew. I turned around and saw both guys walking into the house. I didn't know which order they'd fucked me in. But now I was lowering myself onto Rob's cock. Rob's cock. I knew he was positive because he had spoken to my class. I knew I hadn't discussed HIV status with him. I knew neither of us had condoms. I knew his raw cock was sliding inside my hole as I was thinking all these thoughts. I was riding his cock and jerking mine. I was thinking about how Rob said it was my responsibility to ask about HIV status and how it was my responsibility to ask him to use a condom. I was thinking I wanted his cum in my ass. His positive cum. This man who made me rock hard telling me how irresponsible I had been in my freshman psychology class now had his raw cock inside me. I squeezed my ass and his friends' cum lubed him more as it slid out my ass and around his cock. I rode him harder as I was getting closer to cumming. I told him I was going to cum soon. He said he was too. I got so turned on thinking about it that I started cumming and almost screamed, "Do it! Cum in my ass." Rob pulled me down on his cock's full length and exploded inside me. His positive cum was inside my ass. FUCK! I slipped off Rob's cock and laid on the grass. Rob looked at me and then got on the grass with me. He said, "You really are the most perfect Jewish bottom boy and you have an amazing ass." He slipped a finger inside me as we laid there. He said, "Your ass is so wet with our cum. You like getting cum in your ass don't you?" I said I did. We just laid there. He ruminated a bit and said something about Tulane. I said, "You spoke to my psychology class my freshman year." He said, "Oh really?" I said yes and told him what I remembered about his talk. He said, "But you didn't ask my status or ask me to use a condom." I said, "I know." He said, "Most of the guys I fuck from those classes seek me out. They never ask my status. They know it. They never ask me to use a condom." I was a bit surprised. As he slipped his hard cock back into my well fucked ass he said, "That's why I've been giving those talks for years. And I always will. So many of you college boys want my poz cock that I never lack a hot young ass to fuck." I moaned as he fucked me. This time he lasted longer, but after about ten minutes I was begging him for another poz load. Once I left the house, I felt incredibly guilty. What had I just done to Connor? What had I just done to myself?

After unloading his last load it didn't take long for him to get hard again. I knew I had to assume the doggie position and take more of his toxic seed. As soon as I was on my hands and knees he was inserting his cock deep inside me ready to go again. Soon I could feel his cock vigorously thrusting inside my ass. That toxic cock felt really good inside me . I was so turned on that I started to jack off. It only took a few minutes before I ejaculated. My breeder said "Man you sure like this." "I like it so much I really want to do it again," I answered. "I can do that. I've got lots of loads to give you, and to be honest, it's easy to fuck you 'cause it makes ne feel dominant, and it's also a big turn on knowing that you will eventually convert, progress to full blown AIDS. So, I will make sure you fulfill your purpose as a bottom." After completing his version of a mission statement he unloaded a big toxic load inside my ass. I knew after that it was a matter of time before I converted. Which is exactly what I wanted.

Part 1 I parked my car, an old beater...disposable, in the rainbow district. I was over it. All the religious bullshit since the mid 2000's. Here in 2026 the koran thumpers have mostly taken over, even here in the USA. Not since the salem witch hunts, have people turned against each other because of fear. I wasnt going to be a part of it. I could not see things getting any better in my lifetime, so, fuck it. I was over caring about anything. I was going to take charge of my destiny. They call them "houses". Places where the infected go to live and wait out their fate. After RAS was discovered it's been pretty bleak for us gays. The scientists can barely keep up with the mutations, let alone a treatment or cure. Rapid Aids Syndrome, they say, could easily mutate to airborne. The world was scared shitless. No treatment, no cure, immediate infection via any bodily fluid, death in about a year. That is what I was after. It wasn't as bad as AIDS death back in the day, because everything was accelerated, but the mechanics were the same. People with RAS were easy to spot, but because of the aggressive nature of the disease, even the cops would leave you alone. My plan was to hit the baths and just let it happen. There was still lots of barebacking at the baths, since once you were infected, nothing really mattered except fucking. Even food was a distant second, which made anyone that had been infected for more than a few months very obvious. I was on a corner waiting for the light. Funny, I was on my way to my death sentence, but I still waited for the light. I noticed a guy walking up from the other way and made eye contact as he approached. He stopped beside me and said hi. He looked about 25 but was rather drawn in the face. Pretty eyes. I smiled and said Hey. We both crossed together and headed down the block. He was slightly ahead and looked back and said you going to the baths? His question took me by surprise. I thought for a second, and figured what the hell. Yeah, I am! How did you know? Well, he said, there really isn't much else down this way. Good point, I said. I had cought up with him by then and said I'm Gary. Nick, nice to meet ya. He stopped walking so I did as well. You know the baths aren't the healthiest place to be these days. I smiled and said I'm counting on it! Really? NIck said, You sure about that? Dead sure I said.

1992 The early 90's were so liberating for me -- in some ways. I'd accepted that I was a gay man, but had no idea what to do with that information. I went to the adult bookstore and bought porn mags and porn videos...and that was pretty much the extent of my sex life. I was barely in my 20's and could beat off four to five times an evening back then. Like most of us, straight and gay, I developed a special devotion to one or two porn stars in particular. There was one spectacular guy who I guess was one of the most famous gay idols of that period. I won't even use his initials here because some of you would know exactly who I'm talking about. He made some great videos and was mostly a top, but occasionally bottomed. Some of his movies were strictly 'safe sex' and some were as raw as could be. He did a lot of magazine spreads at the time. I'm sure the "profiles" were pure fiction, but I bought into the fantasy. My favorite photo was in a magazine called "Inches" and it just showed him sitting bare-ass on a couch with his huge, fat boner pointing straight up. The accompanying quote said something like "I love to feel a guy's throat muscles work on the shaft of my dick." I looked at that pic all the time and tried to imagine how in the world that would even fit in my mouth - let alone down my throat. I found out through one of the alternative newspapers they stacked in the lobby of my apartment building, that the guy I'll just call "Star" was in town for the weekend. He was going to be "dancing" at two different places. One was a porn movie theater on a street where two or three murders happened each week -- the other was at a gay bar I drove past all the time. I immediately called my friend Benjamin and told him the news. He knew already. Benjamin was a little short queen with a huge personality. He knew everybody and had been everywhere -- including the scary porn theater. I admitted how much I loved "Star" and really wanted to see him in person. "And what do you think will happen?" He was going to lecture me. He had that tone. "Do you think your eyes will meet and he'll quickly whisk you off to his hotel and fuck your brains out?" No, but yeah. I didn't know what I expected...maybe at least an autograph? "Let me tell you about these guys. Most of them are fucked in the head and on every single drug you can name. They are smaller in person than they look on film. They all take steroids and that causes acne which they cover with heavy makeup. Some of them are straight , but your guy isn't. They are all out to hustle for a buck. Oh, and they have major STD's in every hole." Is it crazy that none of this phased me in the least? I kept him on the phone a little longer and begged him to go to that bar with me Saturday night. "Can't. But I CAN share a little tidbit with you even though I probably shouldn't...." I waited. He sighed and then reported that Star was staying in town a few extra days to do escort work. Benjamin had no idea how much he charged or any other details except a phone number which I wrote down as he said each digit over the phone. "I have to go now. Do what you think you have to do, and call me afterward", he said as a goodbye. Click. So Saturday came and I went out to tan, get a haircut and buy a few new shirts. I still imagined I'd be going to the bar that night. I even bought a few bottles off wine to chill. Around 8 pm, I got dressed and combed my hair several times. I still wasn't ready to do this so I poured a glass of wine and turned on some music. Nope. I couldn't make myself leave. I poured another glass, sat down with phone and called the number. Oh God, what if HE answered? No. He was probably out already. I got a messenger service and the very pleasant lady took my name and number. "Are you calling about having a meeting?". she inquired. "No. Yes. Yes, I am." "I'll make a note of that", she said sweetly. We hung up and that was that. I'd never sleep now. I finished the bottle of wine and watched MTV until bleariness forced me to bed. I woke up with a slight headache the next morning, but some coffee and a few aspirin cleared that up fast. I looked at my phone like it was a bomb ready to explode. What had I done? I just wouldn't answer it if it rang...I'd take a shower, do some work and get myself collected for a new week. That's pretty much what I was doing when the bomb went off.... RING, RING, RING "Hello?" "Uh...is this Rodney?" "Yes it is." "If you don't know the voice - this is Star. You want to meet up pretty soon?" My brain was connected directly to my crotch when my mouth said "Absolutely!" "You sound young, Are you of legal age?" He sounded tired. "I'm almost 23". "OK. Here's the deal. You can come to where I am and stay for an hour-long date that'll cost you 150 dollars....or I can come to you for the same amount of time and it'll be 200 dollars. No checks. Cash only". I was unprepared for any of this. "I'll come to you!" He gave me the address and I was sort of surprised that it was very close to where I lived. Walking distance. "I got poppers,grass and liquor and other assorted things. If you want rubbers, bring them yourself. 7 pm work for you?" "Sure. I'll see you soon". "Don't forget...cash only." I knew just where he was. It wasn't a hotel -- it was a building full of furnished apartments. I also knew there was an ATM on that corner. Swell. Now I just had to make myself do it. Wine! I had a full bottle that I could finish off in the next 90 minutes. A lot of my friends took Xanax and bragged about how wonderful it was, but my doctor was a mean old lady who would never prescribe something like that. I turned my insides purple with wine that I quickly gulped while watching CNN. People were starting to talk about this Bill Clinton guy quite a bit. After emptying that bottle, I was cruising down the sidewalk. Condoms! I'd forgotten I was supposed to bring some. Oh whatever. Here was the ATM. I withdrew 300 bucks (that was my bank's limit) and just shoved the bills in my pocket. And then I was there at the building. Usually you have to be buzzed in to these places, but the door was open. Apartment # 14.... knock knock And there HE was. The eyes and hair color was the only things I recognized. He looked somewhat obliterated. His face was sunken in like he was starving and his body was not nearly as Greek God-like as I imagined. He was just as tall as he looked on film. He looked like he'd just got out of bed. He was wearing a ratty Styx t-shirt, striped pajama bottoms and flip-flops. He hadn't showered in a day or two. But I looked at him brightly as if he were the idol I'd always imagined him to be. My face betrayed nothing. He broke into a smile of jacked-up yellowish teeth. "Rodney??" "Yep. That's me. I'm probably early. Sorry." "No, no". he shook his head, "I was expecting anything except a normal guy". He led me inside and closed the door. "Let me make you a drink." I sat down on the brownest couch in the world and watched him futz around with drinking glasses and bottles in the kitchen. He was downright jovial at this point. He asked me a few questions about myself and listened like he was interested. And then I couldn't help but ask about his career in porn. Why did he never kiss any of his porn partners? Why did he always demand guys lick his ass but he never licked any ass? Was it really different fucking with a condom? Who was his favorite costar? He made a hand motion for me to back off a little. I guess I was being a little too intrusive. "The truth is that none of that matters because I can't get a contract with any studio now. I'm done". "Why?" He looked at me like I was slow, and simply said "I'm retired." "Oh". I took a sip from the powerful drink he'd concocted. I stared at the floating ice cubes and asked him about that particular photo spread in "Inches" that I loved so much. He was confused and so I tried to describe it a little...including the quote about being deep-throated "I probably had over a thousand photos taken of me during the good old days and they paid me shit for them. And I never said those words. First of all - you can't fit a really big dick down some dude's throat. You can maybe get past the gag reflex a little, but not all the way down his fucking throat". Oh. I took a deep swig from whatever kind of drink he'd given me. I didn't want all of my fantasies to crumble in the first ten minutes. Maybe he sensed my disappointment. "Why? Would you like to try?", he said teasingly. He pulled his pajama bottoms down a little to reveal that magnificent penis in all its hard glory. He kicked off his flip-flops and stretched his long legs out, waiting. I could do it. I wanted this legendary cock all the way down my throat and thrusting toward my lungs. So i bent over his lap and started kissing the head, lapping up as much of the taste of him as I could. I moved lower down on his shaft when I felt my gag reflex protest and the wine in my stomach start to boil up. I fought onward, determined to feel his weapon in my actual throat. But then my air was cut off and I thought I'd pass out. I pulled away and started gasping. "That was an excellent try, little man!" he was sniffing a little brown bottle of what I knew where poppers. "I know what would make it easier for you", he said as he led me to the bedroom. The bed was unmade and he pulled off all the sheets and told me to lay down the opposite way with my head hanging off the end of the bed. I took off my shoes and complied. He then stood behind me and hunched over a little> He drilled my mouth from that position, but the breathing problem kicked in again. I decided to just endure it as he moved deeper down. His pubes were on my chin when he announced,"You did it!" I half-wondered if he'd cum when he was down there, but I doubted it because he still had a swinging hard-on. And still sniffing from his little brown bottle. He removed what little clothes he still had on and told me to do the same. Of course I did and, soon, we rolling around on the bed naked. My instinct was to kiss him on the mouth, but he kept dodging my attempts. OK. It was nice enough just to feel that giant dick slide up and down my chest and stomach. I felt I had already got my money's worth, but it wasn't over. He got up and stood at the foot of the bed again and then pulled me all the way down to the end. My bare ass was at the edge and he lifted my legs up and started tonguing my asshole. What?! He'd never done that on film before. It felt great but alien somehow. I was unsure how to process the sensations. It didn't last long, and then he was rubbing oil into me. Baby oil? Hand lotion? I had no idea because I was looking up at the stained ceiling and never saw the bottle or tube or whatever it was he had. "Bareback OK with you?", he asked. I'd never heard that phrase except when it came to horse-riding, but I said "Yeah". Then he pushed that famous head into me. It hurt like hell and I sat up to protest, but he held the poppers under my nose and told me to breathe deep. I did. My face got warm and my whole body seemed to relax except for my boner which got even stiffer. "One more". He help it out for me to take another huff. I inhaled and got very dizzy and wondered if this stuff was addictive or if it would give me a stroke or something. While I was wondering that, he was working that dick even further into me. It started to feel good...really good. And then he was thrusting in and out and my whole body reacted -- including my brain. "You want my dirty cum, Little Man?". His breathing was heavy and I didn't have time to answer because he started jerking and deep thrusting and groaning. He was spent. His seed was now a part of me and that was worth way more than his escort fee. We lied in bed for awhile, just talking. He said, "You bled a lot". "On the bed??" I was so embarrassed. "Shhh. It's fine. I'm flying back to LA tomorrow. Let someone else worry about cleaning it'. He seemed on the verge of passing out on the bloody bed, so I got up and got dressed. I wanted to go go home so badly. I thought he was passed-out as I left the whole three hundred dollars on his coffee table. I'd skip my cable bill that month. As I made sure my keys were in my pocket, Star got up and crossed the room to see me out. Before he opened the door, we kissed. A long kiss that was like something out of the movies. "Good night, Rodney". "Good night, Star". That's when he told me his actual first name. I left, saying his name in my head over and over again. Of course I got sick about three weeks after that. I knew what was happening to me. I was being consumed with my idol from the inside out.

1990 After college, I had no clear plan except to move to a large city, live on my own and figure my life out. The apartment building I could afford to live in was obviously not luxurious. It was an old hotel built in the 1920's and it had its charms, but it was also kind of a dump. I didn't mind because I knew I wouldn't be living there permanently. I was going to be a great journalist or novelist or something that would make me rich and famous. That was the attitude of so many kids in their early 20's back then. And then you learn that the world is a harsh place and everybody's daily horoscope should always read "You will be disappointed today". But, back then I was happy and embracing life. I liked living in this sad, beautiful building. Rent was cheap and I had some interesting neighbors. Poor people are usually more interesting than 'comfortable' people. For example: There was a girl named Rissa down the hall who was a local stripper. She was a mixture of all kinds of races, and also chubby. And even though she wore 'librarian glasses' and carried some extra poundage, she radiated sensuality and I loved just looking at her while she talked. For a while, she mistook my interest as a desire to fuck her, but I told her right away that I was gay even though I had no gay experience at the time. We still hung out when she wasn't stripping or "working". We got really stoned one night and she told me about the guys she dated just for money to pay bills. We talked free and loose and I mentioned how much I liked the tenants in this building. "Well, don't get too fond of everybody, baby. There are bad people here. There's even a rapist living on our side of the building". "Who?" "Some big, weird-ass-looking dude who tried to come on to me in the laundry room. I told him I had a gun in my hamper and he left. I actually went and bought a gun the next day. Want to see it?" "No. Keep it safe somewhere. How do you know he's actually a rapist?" "I heard it from some girls at the club...as well as a few women here. Right here. In this building!" "Yeah, but wouldn't he have been caught with that many accusers?" "Cute. You still think the police give a shit about this neighborhood. They don't....especially if you're 'working'. I'm not the only one here, ya know?" "Oh. Well, I'm glad you're armed." She gave me a kiss on the cheek before she had to get ready for the club, and sent me back to my place with a piece of apple pie and a joint. Is it weird that I was a little excited about all this new information? I was. I almost wanted to wander the halls and see if I could see the famous rapist, but it was late and I just went to bed. It wasn't an easy sleep, though -- the guy next door was moving out. I wouldn't miss him. He was a delicate ballet blonde that walked on his tiptoes and never said a word to anybody. Plus he played Pet Shop Boys way too loud. His place didn't stay empty too long. Maintenance moved in and started fumigating, painting and vacuuming right away. And it was quiet for a few days until I heard the noises of a new tenant moving in. He must have plugged his TV in first because I heard those ESPN jerks blabbing through my wall almost immediately. It was 8 in the morning, for chrissakes. I tried covering my head with a pillow, but then there was an urgent knock on my door. Rissa. She was still in what I'm assuming she slept in and quickly closed the door behind her. "He's here!" "Who? David Cassidy?" (I was still half asleep). "No. That creepy rapist is right on our floor now. I need to move". "You've got a gun. He's not going to mess with you. And he isn't going to try anything with a guy. Please don't move". "Well, I'm going to get a big dog then". "I'll walk him for you". A few days passed with no incident. And I found my myself getting more interested in my new neighbor. I'd sit silently against the wall and listen to his TV and stereo. I wanted information...or something. A clue. I could hear him when he ran the shower and I could hear his phone conversations. I was becoming obsessed with the heterosexual rapist. Maybe it was all the straight porn I'd seen in the past -- the kind when the guys would basically attack women and force them into sex. Their dicks seemed to just want a hole to fill with seed. Was my neighbor like that? Rissa left for a weekend with her latest "male friend". And I took the opportunity to go introduce myself to my new neighbor. I took a six-pack of Busch Light (which was the only brand I could afford back then). Why was I doing this? I knocked on his door and listened to the TV being turned down and some heavy footsteps come to the door. Shit shit shit. The door swung open and there he was. He was so tall...6'4"? And had a lot of almost-beard going on all over the lower part of his face. And that face! He was definitely ugly. Half of his chin looked caved in my an invisible fist and his eyes were tiny and close together. "Yes?" "Hi. I'm your neighbor. I just wanted to welcome you to our floor". He flashed a smile of pretty gross teeth and then let me in. I handed him the six-pack. "Thanks! I don't drink beer, but I can offer you something stronger." His place was neat and tidy except for an enormous dirty sock in the middle of the floor. I was on auto-pilot as I plopped down on his nice couch. He was mixing drinks in the kitchen and I stared at the big TV that was showing dome sort of motorbike race in the mud. He returned, handed me a glass and sat down next to me. "Here. I'll mute it so we can talk." His body next to mine gave me little electrical impulses. "You like your new place?" "Oh yeah. It's bigger and I've always liked change. That chick across from me hates my ass though." I took a deep gulp of the drink he handed me. Vodka and Sprite? "She thinks you're a rapist". I can't believe I just blurted that out. "Oh", He paused. "Well, stories get spread I suppose." "Any of those stories true?" "Why? You a cop or something?" "No. Not at all. I just think it's kind of fascinating". "Remember about five years ago -- when they were investigating the 'West Forest Rapist'? And they had police sketches in the newspaper?" "No. I wasn't living here then." "Well that artist was a retard because his sketch didn't look anything like me. I must have knocked up about nine single ladies back then. That was goal. I wanted to impregnate them with my bare dick and then lo around the city for kids that looked like me. But then the police moved in and I moved on to the strip clubs. I bare-fucked so many of those whores. I know most of 'em are fixed or on birth control, but my sperm are pretty powerful. I got at least three kids by strippers by now. Then when I wasn't welcome in the clubs anymore, I started fucking prostitutes on Caleo Street. That was way cheaper, but I got so many diseases there....including AIDS. Now I'm just figuring out what do next." I nodded and finished my drink. "Ever raped a man?", I asked. "Just once. It was in prison, but he looked almost exactly like a woman. Why do you ask?" What the hell was I thinking? "Because I wouldn't mind being raped by you now". "Not now". "OK" "Go home and shave all around your ass and crotch, Hell -- shave your whole body if you can. When you're done, go to bed with your door unlocked. Just be patient. I had almost no body hair, but I shaved what little I could find. I dried off with a fresh towel and fell into bed. Did he say "AIDS"?? I didn't have time to think about it because my front door creaked open. And then a huge hand was around my mouth and a big, bare dick was being pressed in between my butt cheeks. I'd asked for this in a way. What I didn't ask for was the incredible sting of his cock head pushing into my hole. I tried yelling 'no', but my lips were covered. I tried to squirm away, but he was just too large. This is the reality of rape, I thought. It's not sexy. It's violent and it hurts. I was so miserable as he shoved that dirty weapon in deeper...and then deeper. Good Lord -- how much more of that dick could there be??? But it kept driving in and I was aware of what he was saying: "You gonna have my baby, Bitch". and "You Fucking Slut!" I was helplessly surviving this. I had a brief fantasy of Rissa barging in with her gun and shooting him. In the head. And then he sped up his pace. He took his giant hand from my mouth and started using it to pull my hair as he climaxed. He drug it out dramatically, huffing and groaning and saying "shit". The he rushed out -- which is what I guess rapists are used to doing. I'd bled all over my clean bed and wondered if I'd have to get a new mattress. A few days later, The Rapist and I watched a movie together at his place. We ended up having sex again. And again. For the next two months. And then he was gone. Evicted I guess because they hauled all his stuff out to the curb. But he left me with one of his possessions...his HIV. Like I said --- the world is a harsh place.

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.

Maybe if I write this all down, I can maybe figure out why I did this. It all happened so fast. When I first started talking with Jordan on Grindr, I wouldn't have guessed that he was HIV positive. I know that you can't really tell but I just didn't expect such a hot guy to have HIV. It wasn't until our third date as we were walking through the French Quarter that Jordan revealed as much. Maybe it was because Jordan was so hot, or perhaps it was because I had had a boner for the previous half hour as I glanced at his bulge while we were walking and talking. For whatever the reason, I wasn't as shocked as I thought I would be. I wasn't as shocked as I thought I would be the first time I sucked off Jordan. And I wasn't shocked as I swallowed the big load delivered by his enviable, long and thick cock. So, I probably shouldn't have been shocked a couple of weeks later when I was laying in my bed face down as he was about to fuck me for the first time. He was so sweet and charming. He could have talked me into anything and he didn't even have to try and persuade me. It was two months of pent up desire: I HAD TO FEEL HIS DICK INSIDE ME, I wanted to scream. "Are you certain you don't want me to wear a condom?" he asked me. Okay, I guess it was more of a warning than a question. His question subtly reminded me he wasn't undetectable. He had explained that in switching meds his viral level was a "...little out of control." There was no reasoning with me, though, as I NEEDED him to fuck me, and I had to feel it raw. "Fuck me," was all I could manage to say in response. Before I knew it his tongue was in my hole and I was in heaven. And shortly thereafter his dick was slowly fighting its way into my tight hole. "Are you sure you want it?" he asked ever so gently. Only one response came to mind: "Fuck yes!" Jordan tried to reassure me or maybe persuade me. "We can stop at any point. Just say when you want me to stop." All I could focus on was the bliss of his thickness slowly plunging into me. I was somewhat surprised at how good it felt as in the past, even smaller cocks had hurt more. I suppose Jordan knew exactly how to fuck me. It was supposed to be this way, or so it seemed. Before I knew it, he was slowly pumping me all the way in and out. I can't explain how incredible it felt. In any event the experience was beyond intoxicating. Still, looking back I suppose I should have been shocked when Jordan seemed to transform. The gentle soft-spoken PhD student from Shreveport started to say some rather dark things in my ear. "I had a feeling you would like a poz dick fucking your ass." Somewhere in the back of my head, I knew this was a rather fucked up thing for him to say. But, I was too turned on to dispute him. And that only seemed to encourage him, "Yeah, take my poz dick in your tiny boyhole, you little slut." I felt kinda ashamed, and a little afraid hearing Jordan verbalize such notions. But, I was also turned on. And I never thought such deviance could arouse me so much. Before I knew it, I was encouraging him with each thrust. My feedback only seem to reinforce his darker tendencies. Only moments later, he past the point of all decency and conventional norms when he murmured softly into my ear "Each time I pump my dick into you, I'm taking a month of your life away from you." Then he slammed his dick into me harder than usual as if he wanted me to take extra notice. A few pumps later, he casually remarked "There go the rest of your 20s." In the back of my mind, I knew this was crazy. But, why then was I so turned on? A few moments later, he piston-fucked me relentlessly and then paused for a moment to comment "There went your 30s." I didn't quite get what he was saying until that point. "I'm fucking the life out of ou right now." I felt a sense of panic but the pleasure was still all-too-consuming. "Here go your forties," he said followed by ten deliberate jabs. The thrusts were unbelievably erotic though and the display of power he was showing me was persuasive. "You want more?" he asked as my mind raced to find some logic. I couldn't find it. "Yes, fuck my fifties away," I responded. Without a word he immediately complied. I didn't think he could hit me any deeper inside, but somehow his next series of jabbing thrusts hit a place deep inside me that I never experienced. I shrieked unexpectedly. But, found the pleasure still consumed me. My orgasm was mounting. I was confused, excited, terrified, but spell-bound. I didn't want him to stop. "You are getting closer and closer to death," he whispered into my ear and he jack-hammered me. I had no sensation of time as he jackhammered my hole. I had never before been so rock hard. And my ass felt incredible full of his cock. Then he announced "You are nearing your eighties now. I don't think you're gonna make it much pass 100." It was only then that logic managed to creep into my brain: I'm lettinng a poz guy fuck me. This is fucking crazy! Still I couldn't bring myself to object. "This poz dick is taking your last remaining years," he commented just before he started to moan and grunt, finally asking "Are you ready to die?!?" As I felt his cock stiffen even harder I nearly screamed "Fuck yeah, kill me with your cock!" His pace was frantic, and I was about to shoot my load any moment. "Get ... unh .. read .. for .. oblivion!!" I felt his hands grab my neck and he squeezed unbelievably hard. What the fuck? "Hey!" I tried to yell, but his clasp around my neck tightened and I found I couldn't make a sound. I was dizzy and light-headed. Maybe all the blood was going to my cock? I was barely conscious as felt his dick erupt inside me, but, just as Jordan unloaded in my hole I realized I was also shooting my jizz. I tried to catch my breath, but then everything went black. I woke up three hours later to a splitting headache. Jordan was gone and my ass was very sore. Had Jordan choked me to the point of causing me to pass out? What the hell just happened? That was two weeks ago. Jordan hasn't answered my phone calls or texts since then. What the fuck?!

Growing up, I'd always suspected that my dad was gay. Or at least, shall we say, sexually indiscriminating? I mean, he was still married to mom and I had to come from somewhere. Besides, I do remember hearing them occasionally banging one out as their bedroom was right across the hall from mine. But still I had my suspicions, which were reinforced by behaviors. From the time I could remember I'd always just been around my dad when he was naked. Nudity was just an everyday thing at my house, so it never struck me as odd. Nudity was a thing for mom and me, too. Heck, There are many a photograph of me running around our house as a kid in my all-together! However, as I got older I started to notice Dad was nude around me more often than Mom. It was more 'our thing' - just two dudes hangin.... We bathed and showered together quite often, and hung out watching TV afterward as we air-dried. And, when I wasn't actually bathing, I would keep Dad company while he took a bath. He would let me play with boats in the deep end while we talked. Occasionally we'd play a game Dad called 'Light House' in which I would drive the boat between his legs to the 'lighthouse' that was standing erect there. The boat would crash on the 'rocks' below and I would laugh and laugh.... Anyway, I also first learned about masturbation from my father when I spied on him when he pleasured himself in the garage. I saw him fire his load into a shop rag, and after he went back inside I retrieved the rag and investigated it. What was this sticky fluid? Naturally he came back and caught me. I was SO embarrassed! But Dad took it very much in stride and was completely matter of fact about it all. And that's when I learned all about the birds and the bees. And also about what guys can do for special fun on their own, as he had just done. He also made it clear I should never tell Mom about because she was a girl and wouldn't understand. Dad's special magazines were also readily available for me; he really didn't even bother to hide them. They were just at the bottom of a magazine basket in our den. They started out as Playboy, but as I got older they became Penthouse, Club, Chic, Oui, and then some harder core mags with dicks and fucking in them too! Those were my favorites-- the ones that showed closeups of men with erections. Anyway, As I got older I gained hair and modesty, so the joint showers and nudity stopped and doors started being closed. Well, really just my doors-- although that didn't stop my Dad from interrupting me on more than one occasion. The first time, I was in my room, officially studying, but of course not only was I playing with myself, I was actually on the cusp of blowing my load when Dad barged into my room. I don't think I ever moved so fast in my life! Giving a quick laugh Dad exclaimed "Whoops!" And as he closed my door he added "Just don't get any on my Penthouse." There were a couple more times after that when Dad caught my jerking off. Each time Dad joked and commented something like "Damn, boy! Don't wear it out!" Or "Do you ever put that thing away?" Which is why I started jacking in the shower or behind a locked bathroom door. Slowly over this time, my suspicions about Dad being gay and his extracurricular activities increased. He was gone longer hours, working out more, or at least saying he was working out. Sometimes he'd come home and you could tell he'd had a beer or two. Mom and he fought more over piddly shit. I pretty much figured he was having an affair, or hooking up somewhere. And I could clearly see my parents on the clear trajectory toward divorce. He was also buddying up to me more during this time, telling me that I was really growing into a man, and complementing my by remarking how handsome I was becoming. Our conversations felt conspiratorial, and Dad increasingly joked around with me, and his jokes took on an ever increasing sexual overtone. Everything seemed to be a double-entendre. Well, the summer before my senior year of high school, Mom started a new job and started working nights. I think she took this job just so she and Dad would spend less time breathing the same air. It also forced Dad to be home more to take care of me (in theory). Dad still routinely got home late, often smelling of, well, I'm not sure what, but his body had a distinctive aroma. Even so, Dad was definitely more often at home more, which conveniently left us together with free time. In the evenings. Before bed. As I said before, Mom and Dad's room was right across the hall from mine. And in their room they had an old TV with a VCR. You know - for watching movies in bed. And with Mom working nights and Dad being Dad, well... he fired up the VCR - a lot. I mostly ignored it the first few times-- but I could hear the porn playing and the soft, creaking motion of his bed and I knew what was going on. But it was my father! I shouldn't be listening, hardly daring to breathe. I shouldn't be turned on by this, should I? Why did I have a boner?? So many thoughts... so many conflicted emotions. Finally one night I couldn't take it any more and I wanted-- no, NEEDED-- to see. So I snuck out of bed and crept quietly into the hall. Dad always left his door ajar, so I figured I could peep in and see him and the porn while he was too distracted to notice. I figured I was being quiet as a cat. I was wrong. "You might as well just come on in," he said in a loud voice. Fuck! Busted AGAIN by Dad!! Well, I sheepishly went into his bedroom and he gestured for me to sit next to him on the bed. He wasn't even trying to hide his erection. "Come on, you might as well 'take a load off' too. I can see you want to," again with the double entendre as he nodded to the boner in my pajamas. I stood next to the bed, guts churning, nervous as hell and shaking like a leaf while I stared at the erection held in his first. He smiled and patted the bed-- and I took my place beside him. Little did I realize that this small action would set me on a dark path and seal my fate. That first night we watched porn together and jacked off. Well, he jacked off and I mostly watched him jack off. When he came all over his belly and fist, I came too. In my pajamas. Without touching myself. From there we slowly progressed. It wasn't an every night event, but when I was in bed and I'd hear the porn soundtrack, I'd get up and join him. It started out as innocently jacking together. From there it became me jacking him off while we watched. I still vividly remember the first time I touched his erection - it was like a bolt of lightning struck me and I could barely breathe. And again, when he came, the feeling of his seed running over my knuckles made my own dick cum in my underwear. (No more Jammie's for this guy!) From there it soon progressed to blowjobs. Never him on me-- I was the son and it was my duty to get him off. To be a good boy. Oddly enough, it was a bigger deal to first jack my Dad than to blow him. The blowjob came naturally. Feeling the smooth, warm skin of his head with my tongue just felt right somehow. And when he shot in my mouth? There was no hesitation: I swallowed instantly. And happily. At this point in our relationship I had definitely shifted to just being his convenient sex toy. Sort of his human fleshlight. He didn't really make eye contact or acknowledge me at all. He was focused on the straight porn on the VCR. I didn't jack off or really touch myself at all in his presence. I would finish him off, he'd turn off the VCR and lights, and I'd go back to my room. Once there is either jack off or go to sleep. More often than not, I didn't even jack myself. And then one night it finally happened. This was in January of my senior year. It was after Christmas and I was back in school, Mom was back to work. I heard the porn fire up, but it was different porn. This time the grunting was more masculine - no more whiny bitch moaning. I went in and I saw Dad watching porn. I was right. He was playing a new porn tape. This one showed two guys on the screen, two, hot, furry, mustachioed men... and they were fucking! It was so hot and the breath caught in my throat. Dad and I started as we usually did-- him jacking for a minute, then me doing it for him. Then my mouth on his dick, as usual. But this time instead of cumming down my throat, he tapped my head after awhile and I stopped. "Get on all fours," he whispered. We NEVER talked during our sessions so this startled me. It was almost like a slap. But he just stopped everything, gestured toward the TV with a chin flip, and told me to "assume the position". My guts instantly turned to water as I knew what was about to happen and I wasn't sure about it at all. Wasn't sure I wanted to get fucked, but after all he was my Dad, and instinctively I wanted to please him so I got on all fours. I was facing the porn and I felt the bed shift as he got behind me. He reached and got some KY off the nightstand. My heart was thundering in my chest. Soon I felt the cool, wet hardness of his cockhead pushing at my sphincter. This was it-- I was losing my virginity. To my father. He pushed into my ass. I distinctly remember the pain. I tried to push back a bit on his thigh, to slow him or get him to stop but he was clearly bent on fucking. Which he did. I winced and grunted as he thrust inelegantly into me. It hurt and it felt like my asshole was ripping because of his thickness. I tried to relax-- I tried to understand how the one guy in the porn seemed to be really enjoying the cock in HIS ass. Did it hurt him as much? I tried to breathe through it. I teared up a bit. Then suddenly my father was buried inside me and shuddering. I could fee his cock throbbing in my ass, much as it had done in my mouth. There would be five or so pulses and a few aftershocks, again... like usual. I counted them off in my head. His hands were on my hips as he slowly pulled out of me. Then he magically produced some paper towels to wipe himself with and he was done. Stunned I made my way to the bathroom to wipe myself clean. There was a KY residue, some brown, and some red. Blood. So I HAD torn a bit. I stood in the bathroom a long time and looked at myself in the mirror. I was confused and hotly ashamed, mainly because I found myself aroused at the thought of what just happened to me. I jacked myself and came all over the bathroom sink while thinking about my Dad's cock violating my ass. Two nights later the same thing happened. And again a couple nights after that. Soon, I realized this was our new norm. So I stopped at Walgreens after work one day and got my own tube of KY that I kept in my secret hiding spot in my room. I started fingering my ass and lubing myself before heading in for our father-son bonding ritual. As time went on, some weeks there was less sex and I found myself a bit disappointed (and if I'm being honest, jealous). Because Dad was "late" getting home, his clothes smelling of cigarettes and "that smell" that I'd later come to realize was the stench of an adult bookstore. I'd always find myself wondering why I wasn't good enough-- had I done something wrong? Was he displeased, or worse... bored with me? But then he'd fire up the VCR again, and everything would be right as rain. Of course it's not like I was completely innocent during this time either. Dad had sort of opened the door to my sexuality. I had a couple friends at school that I was blowing fairly regularly. And there may have been one or two 'park encounters' between me and older men. Anyway, this continued through the summer until it was time for me to leave for my freshman year of college. In my mind this was also the cutoff point for my activity with Dad. I was going to college to start the next chapter in my life. I wanted to be normal. I wanted a change. And I knew I was approaching adulthood, wouldn't really be living at home anymore. I'd love to be able to say that we had one final night together before I left, where we spent the entire night fucking and he actually fucked me on my back while looking at me, and telling me that I was a good son and he was proud. Ah, the romantic in me! But no-- our sessions ended not with a bang, but a whisper. Really I don't even much remember our last fuck. As summer waned he sort of did it less and less. Plus Dad got really sick earlier in the summer, and that really seemed to zap his energy levels. I was okay with all this. It made my college transition that much easier. When I came home at Christmas break, Dad met me at the door and had me sit down. He had some things to tell me, he said. My stomach lurched as I could predict what was coming. Well... ALMOST predict. In a somber voice he explained Mom had moved out and that they were getting a divorce. He said there was something else, too. He had been to his doctor and... He took a deep, shuddering breath and said the last thing I expected: "Son... I'm HIV positive."

Introduction: Ralph, a 30 y old athletic jock in an open relationship contacted me on a gay-site as he was looking for his first "give up control"-experience: being mostly a vanilla-top with his boyfriend, he had started to live out his passive side *outside home* over the last 6 months; and he is determined to follow this path, to explore kinky sex, giving in to his darker fantasies like getting dominated/used. Top, older, experienced, assertive to dominant, into fantasy-scenarios, chems-friendly were his priorities. After a lively message-exchange we agreed on a patient-doctor-scenario with bondage as a compulsory must-item, otherwise Ralph is open-minded, even adventurous when having a buzz going, trusts Doc to correctly dose "medication" in order to have him sufficiently relaxed, to lead a thorough physical exam as long as scat, puke, blood, fisting and safe play are respected as limits. Doc inquired about his drug-experiences and learned that Ralph and his bf had had horny sessions by snorting c, smoking a joint or swallowing an e-pill when going out dancing their ass off. Ralph was so concise, manly, self-assured, robust in his conduct when dealing with me that I had a slight doubt if he would be ready to submit to a given alpha-character like me, enacting this famous specialist he was having an appointment with in order to get a second opinion for the pain in his lower abdomen. A week before the set date he inquired about the scenario of the session: good sign, I thought, this guy starts to show a bit of nerves. I replied to him to expect a normal visit at a doctor the way he knows it, explaining that any doctor is always in charge, you go to see him as you are in pain, as you seek a diagnosis, as you need medication and accordingly you follow his advice, trust him, you fully cooperate ... which automatically puts you in the sub-position; I explained further that I suggested this scenario to him as it's ideally suited for a first "S/M-experience", of giving up control, of being helpless at the mercy of another guy. I'll connect you (bondage) to my computer with a specialized medical software in order to get instantaneous, ongoing data. Plus a doctor is in continuous dialogue with a patient when examining him, so I'll inquire about your well-being, where and when you are hurting etc, and you'll be able to provide info (such as how you feel, how strong the effect of given relaxant is) ... allowing both of us to communicate without stepping out of our respective roles as patient and doc. And last I added that ignoring what's gonna happen is part of the fun and excitement. He acknowledged receipt of my message, not having any further questions, looking forward to a totally new experience! I decided to have a non-discussed surprise to unsettle Ralph upon his arrival …

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I love it when a top buries his cock as deep as possible in my ass. It enhances the feeling, just the tip in doesn't do it for me. I want to feel the whole length of it. Additional bonus points if he has a set of low hanging balls that I feel and hear (!) slapping against my butt.

Sunday at a local gay sauna. In the darkness could feel a tallish bearded toned guy. Initially we brushed past feeling each others dick. Second time when we brushed against, I was more hands on feeling his dick and chest. Nice hairy chest & armpits. He placed his hands on my butt and pulled me closer, squeezing the cheeks while we started smooching. It was clear almost immediately we were both horny enough to go spit exchange. It was yummy. We started moving towards a darker area to sneak under as I had to take him in. He was more in a hurry to join me and throw away his towel. I was already naked on my back on the floor and he threw himself on me, licking my neck and moaning "sexy, babe need u badly". I was licking his face and turned him over, and then gave my customary toe to head lick. He was swooning with pleasure as I ran my wet tongue at various sensitive spots. When I took his curved 7" cock in my mouth, the hairy pubes hit my face turning me on with the smell and his groan. I couldn't even give him a minutes blow , he just pulled me up and smooched so deep angling our faces that easily all his spit easily flowed in my throat. He was on me and I was getting restless to get fucked. I whispered him to fuck me, unload in my ass - dump his load. As soon as I said that, he got wild and pulled my legs up and just dug his tongue in my ass. Man he was eating and spitting and eating out of my ass. I couldn't control and tried to stop him but he was sucking my asshole. Another try and he got up, fixed himself in missionary position and slid his cock right in. It didn't hurt but it wasn't properly hitting my inner walls, so I started shifting to adjust. He whispered if I was hurt and I kissed him telling I am loving it. And he kissed my lips full on and started fucking. It wasn't a wild hard pumping but he was feeling my ass good. He started moaning out he loves me and I too in passion said I loved him. I could feel the dick hardening more and when he started shivering and grunting, I tried my best to loosen my inner muscles to let his semen fall in as deep as possible. Hate wasting cum dripping out of ass. He was on top of me hugging me close. He was perfectly positioned and did not pull out. After a while when his cock stopped throbbing, he slowly pulled out. Don't know what hit me, I rushed up and told him that I will clean it up for him. He probably didn't understand but then when I went down to put it in my mouth, he groaned out something I cant remember now - I was tasting his salty cum and my inside on a bit wet & slightly hard cock. I was thinking if he would be the guy whose piss I will end up drinking that day. Well, he didn't. Instead he pulled me up and kissed again, and then we hugged, kissed again and went for the showers. I saw him checking me out later after he got dressed but don't know why we didn't exchange numbers. Now that I am stroking my cock reminiscencing and writing this, I could easily figure out that he probably would be a good chem top. Alas!

cool I get to philly sometimes too!

Can't decide which I enjoyed more - your hot pics or your droll captions.

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Before waking up yesterday morning, I'm pretty sure my partner was teasing my hole with his finger as he whispered 'enjoy your day, I love you'. I had slept in a jock strap that night and he knows that I love 'sleep sex' of any kind. It drives me crazy. Either way, when I got out of bed I was feeling a little frisky and sexy, and since I had nothing to do the whole day except a 2 o'clock class I decided to make it a cragslist hookup day. I had four and a half hours to make my hole available and I wasn't going to miss a second. So I jumped online and placed my ad "Cum Dumpster- next four hours" with my profile pic from here and sat back and waited. And I waited. I began to study I waited so long. I checked to make sure the ad was there. It was. Nothing. I got a reply from a 300 lb tranny. No offense, thats just what happened, and its just not my thing. I ended up giving one blow job to one married older man who said his wife never sucks his dick. I took his dick out of my mouth and to tell him how 'everybody deserves to get their dick sucked!' to which he replied 'oh I like you...and you're prettier than a girl', whatever the fuck that means...regardless, I made his day and that made mine. Four and half hours had gone by and I ended up in class with no loads as my time had run out. On the way home from school I'm thinking about my big test scheduled for today and how I needed to study. Boring! Then I thought how to make it not boring. I'll place another ad while studying, what could it hurt? I even added a "quick hook up" listing on BBRT. I felt like there was no way that getting no dick could happen twice. But thats exactly what happened, not so much as a nibble. I got one pic from a guy who obviously had something wrong with his dick and I'll just leave it at at that. I just hope he gets the help he needs. This time 5 hours goes by of 'craigslist time' and I'm fully prepared for my biology exam! I got all my studies done without any dick!! By now, I'm over it and frustrated and I actually feel kinda dumb. I said 'fuck it' and as I pulled the ads down, I got a text from my partner who said "I saw your ads, I can't wait to get home and eat that sloppy hole filled with cum" because thats what he does. He loves it and he does it quite well. I hated to break the news to him that I in fact did not have anything waiting in my hole for him to eat. 'Oh well, random Tuesday for you' he replied. I grabbed a shower and when he got home, I was wearing my new swimming trucks that he had never seen and he shoved me against the kitchen wall and whispered "Sorry you didn't get any dick, I hope you know I'm still eating that ass...every dick in this town needs to knows what it missed out on today" to which he licked his finger and ran his hand down my ass crack and started to fiddle with my hole. That just made me weak in the knees, especially after being frustrated from the days non-events. He lead me by my hole to the bedroom and put a blind fold on me. He starts doing something to my rock hard dick and hole. Then I remembered. He just bought me a new toy. Its a triple cock ring with a butt plug. I had used it alone but we hadn't played with it....yet. He injected me with the diamond shaped plug and my hair stood on end. He pulled it out gently then tongue fucked me. He put it back in, wiggled it around, pulled it back out, and tongue fucked me again and now I'm in fucking heaven! He did this many, many times until the last time ..he didn't pull the plug out, instead he added his hard cock with a PA to the mix and my ass. He could feel the object in my hole with his dick and thought it felt amazing. With each of his thrust in me, I pushed back onto his dick to maximize his deepness. It was indescribable. I arched my back just the way he likes it as I'm taking it from behind. Right before we both started to cum, he pulled my ear close to his mouth and said "You're going to go on breedingzone and tell everyone where your last load came from"...then he gave it to me. And I took it.

WOOOF! fucking loved hearing you tell me you were breeding me with your charged load. I **STILL** jack off to the feel of it and the memory. Thank you!

tell him you're pregnant and it's his

3/28/17 called CVS and cancelled my PrEP refill 4/1/17 first day in 2.5 years that I did not take a PrEP pill...and yes the irony of that being April Fools Day was somewhat intentional. 4/11/17 joined breeding zone after some months of lurking here 4/12/17 first exposure to any cum since stopping PrEP. Hookup was with an unmedicated POZ guy I have been with before. He was aware of my decision to stop PrEP and offered to be my first "exposure". 4/13/17 woke up with the realization of the direction I am moving and what it means. I was expecting to have some remorse this morning. I have been surprised that it has just been the opposite---quite satisfied with my decision, really enjoyed the experience and ready for more.

I finally went to a Cumunion! In Toronto at Steamworks last night. To be completely honest, it was just OK. I've had better nights there on non-Cumunion nights. Maybe the Friday night ones are better than the Monday evening ones. I arrived at 9 (event started at 8), got a room, and took a little tour around hoping to see some action to get me turned on. Nothing. A few open doors with bottoms up, but otherwise pretty empty - even the darkrooms and sling room were empty. I hoped I was just early and relaxed in the sauna for a bit. I went back to the still empty sling room and decided to start the action myself. I bent over one of the fuck benches to wait (sling room has a sling in the middle, flanked by two closet sized fuck-bench rooms). I wasn't waiting 5 minutes before I had interested hands on my smooth ass. One guy came in and fucked me hard and good for 20 minutes - I asked him to cum and he let me have it "nice and deep" - fan-fucking-tastic. After he gave me that satisfying ass pat, a new guy stepped right up with another hard cock. He liked to fuck me slow and kept telling me "don't move", I took a big sniff of my poppers and just let him pound away. After another 10 minutes of him clearly edging himself I turned around and asked if he'd like to cum in me, those seemed to be the magic words because almost immediately he pulled out came on my hole and pumped it in a little bit. Hot, I love having a cummy fucked hole. The scene in the sling room had cleared out so I returned to my room and went face down ass up. I had two more guys come by and fuck me - but neither of them came (one even used a condom). By this time it was after midnight and I decided to unload and head home for the night. From past visits I know the action can really pick up after 1 or 2am, but I didn't want to stay that long (and the cumunion event was technically only 8-12). I found a nice hot mouth in the slurp-ramp/maze-room who took good care of me before I left. Overall a pretty fun night, but far from the big orgy I was envisioning. For sure going to go to the Club 120 event Read1 has written about this month (but it's not until the 23rd).

I've used these for ages, both before being poz and afterwards. They are really very accurate if used as directed. They do best with a pinprick of blood (99% accuracy) but will also do OK with just saliva (91%). These days I buy them so I can stealth poz. Some guys just won't bareback without proof, and these test kits are gold for getting around that. I know how to fake swabbing my mouth, so it'll always show negative... and the other guy will then happily have bareback with me and receive a poz load I also use them in repeat encounters so I can tell when I've been successful in pozzing them. It also gives me an opportunity to be there when they find out they're HIV+ which is always a turnon for me. Some of them are SO upset. You then have the option of testing yourself, showing a poz result, and making them feel that THEY infected YOU... thus avoiding repercussions from the person you pozzed So the kits work. But they're only reliable if you use them as directed.

I want to visit PS and the CCBC. As a hyper sexual manimal it sounds like my kind of place. I will have to make sure I visit when ther's a Cumunion or other big event so I cn enjoy super heavy use and a high number of partners.

I also like to wear a hood and take anon loads at sex clubs and saunas. Not knowing what the top looks like and what kind of load I'm getting is such a thrill, I just focus on the unique feel of each fresh bare cock as it slides inside my neg ass, ready to plant its mystery seed. No distractions, no being limited by a certain 'type' / age range When I'm in the mood for an anon breeding session I like to keep communication to a minimum (no chitchat) don't want to see any pics (other than a cock shot), and prefer to jump straight to the raw fucking and breeding. No need to warn about status beforehand, although I'd like to be informed after receiving a poz / toxic load as I'd be so turned on... (whispering it in my ear as you unload would be extra horny).

Part 2 I dropped my fifth load inside Chase’s well used ass as the sun peered through the curtains of the hotel room I could see in Chase’s eyes he was ready for a break. I suggested that we jump in the shower to refresh ourselves. While we were in the shower I told Chase more about my business. His eyes lit up as I told him how much money I typically make in a week. I told him that I wanted him to come back to the city with me. The expression on his face was one of conflict, he knew that he could use the money, but he didn’t want to leave his boys. After the shower we drank a ton of water and ate a couple bananas each when I told him to go over to the bed as I finished getting things ready for us to start back up again. When he reached the bed I let him know that there was a (well packed) pipe waiting for him if he wanted to smoke some more of the stuff we used last night. The eagerness of his grabbing the pipe and lighting up (with my instructions) told me he like Miss. Tina. Looking in the mirror I could see him blowing some impressive clouds. When I joined him at the bed I told him to lie back as I placed a strap on his upper arm. Chase didn’t question anything I was doing (not even the ‘red’ tinge to the barrel of the point) as I wiped his arm with alcohol. I simply told him that if he really liked the stuff I gave him last night along with what he was smoking, he would love what I was about to give him. I found a nice vein and slipped the needle in, registering an additional red to the barrel before I slowly pushed the plunger down. As I was injecting the drugs into my friend I let him know a little bit of what to expect as the point was emptied. I placed some tissue on the injection site, raised me friend’s arm as I released the strap. Chase coughed out hard as he rode his first rush. I joined Chase on the bed as I rubbed his chest letting him know everything was going to be just fine. I then began to administer my own slam. Once I joined Chase’s level (well not quite, I did about half of was I gave my buddy) I pulled his head to me throbbing cock. He eagerly swallowed me to the root as I pulled his body around so I could eat his hungry ass. His moans drove me wild as I was eager to fuck my friend. There was going to be something different during this fuck session. It was time to let Chase know his fate and seal the deal of his moving to the city with me. I crammed a pillow under Chase’s ass as I lined up my cock with his formerly neg ass. I slid in slowly while I stared directly into my friend’s eyes. As I bottomed out balls deep I asked him how my poz cock felt inside him. I don’t think his drug hazed brain registered what I said as I began to slowly pull out before slamming back in. After a few strokes I then commented that I could still feel my dirty, poz cum deep inside him, that after I was finished his poz ass was going to belong to me. I kept this talk up and slowly saw the wheels turning when he finally got what I was telling him. I cannot describe the expression that told me he knew his fate was sealed. Chase placed his hands on the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. I knew at that moment Chase made up his mind to go back with me to the city. I kept Chase high until Sunday morning with additional slams as I started to explain more of the business and how he was the star of my latest live production. I showed him where several of the hidden cameras were in the room and the estimate that this weekend’s live sex show probably netted me $10,000-$15,000, which half was his. Chase took another half dozen loads from me before we ended the show, had something to eat and slept until early Monday morning when we left for the city.

Daddy Max had an astonished look on his face as he watched Alex fight to not cum. He gently reached over and took Alex’s face in both his hands, looked him in the eye, and said, “Does the fact that I’m poz and want to fuck you turn you on that much?” A shudder went through Alex and he moaned loudly, “You have NO idea! I’ve thought about it off and on, and just tonight had decided to give in and start trying to get converted. And now you’re here, wanting to fuck me, and telling me you’re poz. It’s like a fucking dream come true!” “Well my stud boy, let’s work on making that dream a reality.” Daddy Max got up and helped Alex off the bunk. He led him to the sling and helped him get settled in it. With a devilish grin, he put the ankle and wrist restraints on him. “If we’re going to do this, we might as well do it right.” After he got Alex secured, he said, “You must be thirsty. I’ve got some bottled water here if you’d like some. And I have some with a little something that would make tonight so much better for you, if you’re interested.” “Are you talking GHB or something stronger?” he asked cautiously. Daddy Max leaned in close to Alex with a tender look on his face. “I would never lie to you or do anything to hurt you. I wasn’t kidding when I said earlier that you might just be a keeper. I definitely want to talk more about that after tonight. But I do want us, especially you, to have fun tonight. It’s up to you if you want some enhancement or not.” “What the hell, why not!” Alex exclaimed. Since his hands were restrained, Daddy Max tipped the water bottle so he could get a good drink of the prepared water. He had never done GHB before, but knew all about it. He swallowed a good portion of the water and settled back in the sling. His new daddy started running his hands all over Alex’s chest and stomach, pinching his nipples. He leaned in and kissed him and then went over to a locker to get a few things. He brought back some lube, a good sized toy, and a hand towel. Then he got down on his knees so his face was even with Alex’s ass and started giving him some return treatment. Daddy Max started running his tongue up and down the spread wide ass crack. Then he zeroed in on the asshole and started tongue fucking it. Alex moaned. It wasn’t long before Max got a taste of the load that was already in Alex’s cunt. He sucked some of the load out and went and kissed Alex, sharing it with him. “Was that poz cum?” he asked. Alex nodded with a silly grin on his face. The GHB was starting to take effect and he was feeling a little loopy. Max patted him on his cheek, “Good boy!”. He went back to his ass and lubed up a few of his fingers. He put one in and started feeling around, getting him lubed up. I inserted 2 fingers easily enough and started stretching his hole. He also hooked his fingers and used his nails to scrape a few times while he was fucking in and out with them. “Even in his drugged condition, Alex reacted at that, “OW!”. “Just making it a little easier for you tonight,” Max explained. He was still fucking his 2 fingers in and out and Alex’s pain turned to pure pleasure. He then added a 3rd finger and went back to stretching as he fucked them in and out. “Oh fuck, yes, finger that ass,” Alex begged him. “ I want that thick daddy cock inside me.” “Almost there, stud, just hold on.” He could tell the drug was working on him so he added a 4th finger to make sure he was good and open. When he finally pulled his fingers ou, there were some pink areas, so he knew he’d scraped him enough to make him bleed. His new stud was going to get his wish tonight. Max lubed up the toy and put the head up to the stretched out hole. It sank in pretty quickly. It wasn’t quite as big as his 8.5X7 cock, but it was good enough sized to make sure he was ready for what came next. “OH GOD, YEAH!!!” Alex cried out. “Fuck me with that thing!”. He was obviously enjoying the toy, so Max started a good in and out rhythm, going all the way in every time. “You like that toy in you, don’t you?” he asked. Alex purred, ”Oh fuck yeah. Can’t wait til I have you inside me, though Daddy Max!”. Max picked up the pace a little with the toy and used it for a few more minutes. He pulled it out, stood up, and started lubing his thick cock up. “Get ready boy, here comes the real thing.” “Oh fuck yes, Daddy, please fuck me with your poz cock!!!” Max put the head of his cock up to the younger stud’s asshole and rubbed it back and forth a few times. Alex started squirming in the sling. “Take my toxic cock, boy!” Max shoved the head and a few inches of his thick rod into the waiting cunt. Even with the fingering and toy play, he was still really tight. “UNGH!” Alex yelled out, but was still trying to fuck his ass onto the thick invader. “Oh yeah, that stuff has you really ready to be fucked good and hard,” Max commented. Alex was sweating quite a bit, his cock was rock hard and leaking, and he was grunting as he tried to fuck his tight ass onto the thick daddy cock. Max grabbed hold of the chains holding the sling up and started really plowing the rest of his cock in, fucking an inch or two in, then pulling out a bit, then fucking a few more inches in til he was all the way in. “You got my entire poz cock in you now, boy,” Daddy Max told him. “Please fuck me with it Daddy Max, fuck me and fill me up with your poz cum! I need it.” Alex replied. “Oh, you’re going to get it, alright. And I have a special surprise for you, boy. My doctor is changing my meds, so I’m actually off meds right now. You’re going to get a load of unmedicated poz cum fucked into you.” As Daddy Max said that, he was plunging his hard, thick, poz cock in and when he ran over Alex’s prostate, he shot his load all over his stomach and chest. He even got some on his lips. The news about the unmedicated poz cum turned him on that much. His orgasm caused his asshole to contract on Daddy Max’s cock which pushed him towards his own orgasm. “You’re making me cum, boy. Here it is, I can’t hold back, TAKE MY TOXIC LOAD!” He stayed balls deep in Alex’s well fucked cunt and unloaded deep inside him. Both of them moaning, grunting, and cussing. Daddy Max stayed buried in his boy until every bit of cum was drained from his toxic balls. He leaned in and kissed Alex deeply and passionately. They made out for several minutes until Max’s cock grew soft and slipped out of the well fucked hole. He pulled back a little and said, “I have one more surprise for you, if you’re up for it.” Alex was still pretty worked up, but having that massive orgasm helped calm him down a little. “What do you have for me now?” Alex asked. “Your friend Sam who fucked you earlier is a fuck bud of mine. I ran into him after he dumped his load in you and we set this up. He knew you wanted to convert and he could tell I had the hots for you, so he put my room number on one of the marker boards saying there was a hot stud in the sling wanting poz loads. If you’re up for it, when I open that door, there should be poz guys waiting to fuck you. If you aren’t up for it, I’ll go erase the message, no harm, no foul.” Alex’s cock sprang back to life as he listened to what all had been set up, just for him. “Fuck YEAH, I’m up for it!” he exclaimed. “This is a dream come true. I’d like some more of that water, though, before you open the door. I want to really enjoy this.” Max retrieved the bottle he drank from earlier and helped him finish it off. Before he opened the door, he leaned in and said, “You’re making your new daddy VERY happy, boy,” then he kissed him deeply. “So let’s get the next phase of this party started,” he said and walked over and opened the door.

Fucking hot. I love felching loads out of a freshly fucked gaping hole. The one thing I would have added would be to snowball some of it back to him.

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A/N : Thanks for the feedback. I'm noticing now other typos, and find that I cannot edit the first post anymore :/ Oh well. Btw, this is purely fiction (I'm just a 20 something year old guy), but I'm glad you're enjoying it. Here's part 2. OH, and before you start, here's Dino Hillas, whom I picture as the narrator : ———————————————————— J was sleeping soundly in my arms when I regained consciousness, breathing a sigh of relief when I opened my eyes to darkness still present in the room. The clock on the nightstand read 5:03 am, which meant I still had plenty of time to get home before my wife got off work. I disentangled myself from J as softly as I could so as to not wake him up, before I proceeded to gather my clothes. With one final glance at the gorgeous boy lying naked on the bed, I left quietly. I felt cheerful on the way home, invigorated in a way I hadn't been in forever. I didn't even feel that bad about cheating. I took a long shower, humming to myself as I thought back to my encounter with J, how great it had felt. There was something about being with a man that I'd forgotten how much I loved. I got back in bed, wishing I had J in my arms again, and drifted off to sleep, part of me thinking this was one itch I needed scratched once, to get out of a bad slump. That it would never happen again. Boy was I wrong. A few nights later, while my wife was none the wiser about my little escapade and off to work, desire rose in me again. I had been getting a regular stream of messages on Grindr from the moment I'd set up an account, but none had ever really picked my interest the way J's had—though I was particularly horny, too, that night. So I found myself checking the app not too long after that first encounter with J, starting to feel bad that I was looking once again for another fuck. It made me wonder just how far I would go with this, and how long I could keep it from my wife. She didn't deserve to be cheated on, but I had needs—needs that she couldn't fulfill. I found new messages from J I had missed, and ignored the others', intrigued by what the young jock had to say. I had a great time last night. I'd like to see you again, if you're up for it. J had sent later in the day after our time together. I felt flattered, but didn't know what to say. Not that I had to say anything. I could just leave things there, never see that boy again. I then noticed the green circle indicating J21DL was online, and he noticed I was online too as he messaged me instantly. Hey, Daddy How're you doing? I swallowed, my cock stirring to life as I read the word Daddy, and I cursed J for having made it a trigger for my hard-on. Good thing Brandon never called me that. I felt awful, just thinking about my own son who had no clue his old man had had sex with someone his age—and had role-played together as father and son. I didn't even know that I could look Brandon in the eye now and not have mixed feelings. I hoped to God I would not start fantasizing about having sex with him—so far, I hadn't thought about it, so I deemed myself in the clear. I certainly had thought about having sex with J again, however. Feeling horny, you? I replied. I feel like I'm always horny, J said. Do you want to come over? It didn't take me as long as last time to make up my mind, and I almost felt bad. It was just sex, and at least I wasn't sleeping around with everything that moved, right? Besides, J said he had a girlfriend too, so this was just like an arrangement between friends, I told myself. On my way, I sent before getting ready. I chose to go with tight jeans and an even tighter shirt, which, I realized once I was in my car, J probably wouldn't even get to see, if things happened the same way it did last time. J seemed keen on not showing his face, which suited me just fine. If neither of us knew what the other looked like, there was less of a chance for our other halves to find out we were sleeping with each other, I figured. Once I got to J's room, surprised that I hadn't run into any of his frat brothers, my eyes were met with darkness, same as last time, except this time I was greeted with a forceful kiss that sent my back colliding with the door. I got on with the program, taking J in my arms and enjoying the feel of his body reunited with mine. It was only a few days since we last saw each other, but I found that I'd actually missed the kid. He was such a great kisser, and I'd almost forgotten how ripped he was. I let my hands explore his body all over again, my fingers feeling the tight muscles underneath his shirt. "I missed you, Daddy," J whispered in my ears. "I want you so bad." That boy was going to be the end of me, I thought as I let him nip at my jaw, down to my neck. I thrust my hips against his, feeling his erection caressing mine. His hands undid my jeans quickly, freeing my cock for his fingers to expertly stroke, and my shirt followed soon after. J was quick to get naked, leaving only his underwear on. "Let's get on the bed," I said, keeping my voice low, just like last time, and J didn't waste time following my suggestion as he threw me on the mattress and straddled me. I cupped his ass, grinning against his lips as I felt his exposed glutes. The horny slut had worn a jockstrap just for this occasion, and my cock slid perfectly between his cheeks. I'd actually dreamt about J's ass, and couldn't stop thinking about breeding that sweet hole, even though I knew that couldn't happen. "Your cock feels so good, Daddy," J said, his hips moving frantically back against my erection. "Your hole feels even better," I countered, using a hand to guide my leaking cock over his hole. I could feel J reaching back with a hand, slipping one finger inside his ass. He coated my cock with lube, as I looked for a condom. "And it's all ready for you," he said, helping me put the damn piece of latex over my cock. I felt even more confined as before, and really didn't like the feel of it, but I was ready to do anything to get inside this boy. J slid over my cock slowly, his hole still tight even if he'd prepped himself earlier, and it felt as amazing as before. Pretty soon we were fucking hard and fast, with J straddling me and kissing me, his own cock grinding against my abs. It was funny how enamored I could be with someone whose real name and face I didn't even know, but here I was, having the time of my life with a virtual stranger that liked to pretend I was his dad. "Yeah, just like that, Daddy," J said, the words sounding so sweet to my ears. "You feel so good." Our arms were wrapped around each other, and the way we talked, it didn't feel like J was just a cheap fuck. It really did feel like we were making love, and I was high from it. "You know," J started, between kisses. "I got tested the other day." "Yeah?" I asked, curious and excited as to where he was going with this. "Mmhhmm," he hummed, kissing me again. "I'm clean. What about you?" "I've never had to," I honestly answered, but couldn't help wishing I had, at the moment. "Shame," he said, with a sigh. "We could've gotten rid of this," he added as he pulled my cock out and pulled on the condom, the material springing back on my cock when he released it. "Fuck," I whispered, my cock twitching with interest. "I'm going to do that first thing in the morning." "Are you sleeping with anyone else, Daddy?" J asked, with a low tone, his voice laced with...jealousy? He sounded almost possessive, as he sat back on my cock, eliciting a groan from me. Fuck, I'd never felt as desired as I did in this instant. It shouldn't turn me on as much, but it did. "No, just you, baby boy," I replied and kissed him, fingers running through his soft hair as I picked up the pace again. "I've only slept with my wife for decades now, no one else. Except you." "Good," he muttered, kissing me again, slowly this time, his hands cupping my face and his hips having stopped moving. "Next time, once you're tested, you can fill me up with your sweet Daddy cum." "I'm certain I'm clean," I almost begged, desperate to feel all of J, with nothing between us. "Ah ah," he protested with a finger on my lips. "Be patient, Daddy. It'll be worth it." I groaned, frustrated, but was silenced with another kiss. I felt empty all of a sudden, when J pulled out again, leaving my cock cold in the air. "You know what, though? I could breed you," J said, his hands stroking my ass. "I'm clean, so it's safe for you, right? And, I mean, you have a perfect bubble butt, too, Daddy." "Is that what you want?" I asked, rolling on my side so he could have better access to my behind. I couldn't remember the last time anyone had fucked me, but I couldn't deny I was interested. I couldn't believe I was actually entertaining the idea, letting this kid bareback me? For all I knew, he could be lying about his STD lab results. It seemed all my blood had gone to my cock, with nothing left for my brain, though, because I said, "You want to fuck Daddy?" "Fuck yeah," J said, rolling me all the way over on my belly as he lay down on me, his cock teasing my hole. J was leaking even more precum than I was, and he used it as lube, fingers stretching my hole and wetting it with precum. I groaned, even more turned on than I thought possible, loving the way his precum felt as he worked me. "Fuck, J," I muttered, and groaned even louder when I felt his tongue. "You taste so good, Daddy," J said, and kept working on my hole with his magic tongue for what felt like an eternity, driving me insane "Come on," I said. I couldn't take another second of this teasing. I wanted J inside me, I wanted J's cum coating my insides. "Come on, what, Daddy?" the little fucker asked as he came back up to my ears, lips kissing my cheek. "Tell me what you want." "I want you to fuck me." "Good. And how do you want my cock?" "Raw," I answered with a final tone, and that was all it took before J was entering me with his beautiful cock. It took a few seconds to adjust at first, but with more lube, the slide got easier and easier. I was in heaven. I did forget how wonderful it felt, having a cock inside you, and I was glad we weren't using a condom. J was enthusiastic, and quickly enough, he was thrusting franctically, hitting my sweet spot repeatedly until I saw stars. "You like that, Daddy? Like your son's raw cock up your ass?" J said, his dirty mouth never ceasing to fuel my desire for him. My mind was numb, and I could barely muster a whispered Fuck as he kept on pounding me. I never thought, back when I got married, that I would one day end up here, having a cock up my ass. "I'm going to come," J warned me, and I pushed back against him, tightening my grip around his cock. "Where do you want my cum?" "Inside me, fill me up, son," I said, and J obliged immediately. I felt everything, every single spurt of cum as his cock pulsated inside me, and it was the best feeling in the world. In those short few seconds, I knew I'd gotten the taste of something addictive, and that I would have a hard time going back. As J pulled out and rolled me on my back, I realized I'd actually come myself, inside the condom I'd forgotten was still on, just from the feel of J's cum inside me. "I see you really liked that, didn't you, Daddy?" J said, as he slipped the condom off of me, and emptied the content into his mouth. He was such a nasty little jock, and I loved him for it. I grabbed him and kissed him, tasting once again my cum on his tongue while his stayed inside me. We lay next to each other, making out leasurely, while stroking each other's bodies. When it came time for me to leave, J held me tighter, and kissed me harder. "I wish you didn't have to leave," he said, and I looked at him, trying to see his face, but failing to. I could vaguely discern his nose and sharp jaw, which was stubbled, and I knew he had short, soft hair. He was handsome. "I'll see you soon, sweetheart," I said. It was insane, how quickly we'd grown fond of each other, but it felt...right. "Promise?" "Promise," I replied, knowing I couldn't with clear certainty I couldn't get away from J now. As I walked to my car, with J's cum still inside me, I couldn't stop thinking about the next time I could have him filling me up again. I was hooked.

Not an orgy as such, but once in the Steamworks in Edinburgh whilst in their Labyrinth of so called "theme" rooms I come across this guy with several other Tops who are fucking him. I go closer and see that they are all bare so this of course arouses me. I walk on over few head shakes and wait. I hear the bottom as the next top gets ready to enter him ask him if he is negative as he only wants neg cum. Now me being me this makes my cock even harder. I can sense the precum. So I think to myself should I or shouldn't I?. In the end I decide if he is taking it bare I shall give it him bare. It gets to my turn, he asks the question so I mumble an answer and in I go. He was probably early 50s. So I do what I do and empty a load into his ass which looked well used, so all the better. I turn and leave without saying a word, I presume somewhere out there is a guy that went into the Sauna neg and came out poz.

This latest post is NOT about attending a CumUnion at Steamworks Toronto. Guys, I'd like to relate my experiences at this afternoon's big bb orgy at Club120 in Toronto. Well, I arrived at 4:00 PM this afternoon, and by chance was the first arrival. I deliberately chose to arrive early as I was scheduled to go to work early tomorrow, and while I wanted to have a few hours of fun, I also needed to get home at a reasonable time so I could get some rest. It was really biting cold in Toronto today. I sat down on the bench for a few minutes to thaw out. The club was heated reasonably well, so when I was ready, I was able to walk around wearing only a jockstrap, shoes and socks. Other hot guys arrived soon, and by 4:30 we were sucking, rimming, and fucking. One couple (top and bottom boys) also arrived early so I got to explore their bodies. In a switch, the top wanted to bottom, so I asked whether I could fuck him. He pointed his ass toward my rock hard dick and I inserted with no hesitation. His hole was beautifully warm and silky. I didn't want to cum too early so I withdrew and offered my dick to his partner's ass. More fucking ensued. As the afternoon moved on, more guys arrived. The atmosphere was magical with lots of open sucking, rimming, and fucking. Some slings were put into use, but as this afternoon I wanted just to fuck, suck, and rim, I did just that. One younger cum dump was pumping my dick and got his deposit of my seed. So HOT! The next such party is on Boxing Day (Dec. 26th) from 10 PM to 4 AM. I'm going to try to make it again to this event. Although 150 or more guys usually register, only about 35 actually show-up. Still it's well worth while. It sure beat any CumUnion experience I've had in the past. The guys are warmer. No one brings up the question of condoms. It's 'plug and play', just as I want it to be. I guess I was like Alice in Wonderland today. It was an entirely natural, sexy, passionate, erotic party, and was worth every minute. Read1

One of the best CumUnion parties I've attended was held in Washington earlier in the summer. I arrived about 11:00 PM and found the parking area packed. Approaching the door I met a buddy. He's a vers bottom. We entered and waited about ten minutes to get checked in as there was a line of guys in all shapes, sizes and colors. It looked like there was something for everyone. This particular venue has glory holes, back rooms, video areas and rooms upstairs. While the place was fairly crowded, it was housed in a large warehouse so there was lots of room to wander. I went back to the dark room area and found a large number of guys packed into the space. I could hear soft moans and groans, rutting and grunting sounds, as well as the sound of skin-on-skin slapping. It was really hot and tough to get close to the action. The smell of man sweat and cum got me harder. I wandered back to the glory hole area and entered into a booth, sticking my hard cock through the hole and waited. Almost immediately a warm mouth swallowed my cock, sucking me harder and harder. Then he turned around and slowly eased his hole onto my rock hard dick. His ass felt great and after some thrusting and moaning of my own I shot my first load deep in his hole. I'll definitely attend future CumUnion parties. In the past I've have attended a few other such parties and have almost always blown at least a couple loads.

CHAPTER 6: Cody: Since I’ve been out of the hospital it seems like my sex life revolves around me being a top, and my Dad, who is usually breeding me, is now my own special cumdump. I love him, but I love it when he says he’s my “cumdump” even more. I remember three week ago when he brought me home from the hospital and all this stuff is still floating around in my head, “Holy shit! I’m HIV+! Can’t think about that my lungs still hurt some”, and my Dad so sweet, “Glad you’re finally home baby boy” (kissing me), “I’ve missed you more than you know”, and then more firm and sexual kisses. I love my Dad, I’m in love with my Dad, I need him so bad. My first day back we mostly bummed around house with him keeping an eye on me and hold me close and letting me rest. The next morning I found myself cuddled close to him, the big spoon, and he had reached under his balls back to my cock and was rubbing my precum softly into his crack. I can hear him moaning softly. “Mmmmm”, escapes my mouth and now he knows I like what he’s doing, “Dad … Ahhhhh.” “Yeah boy,” he softly murmured as he rubbed my cock right against his hole; he wanted it. He’s using his hand to guide my bare cock to his hole, moving gently and slowly, and my cock feels like its sprung a major leak of precum wetting his ass; Dad intends for me to go in dry except for my natural lube. We get out of bed, shower and eat all still naked when Dad mentions we’re going to IKEA to get some lamps and a table; it’ll be good for us to get out. I make my two groans about it, with my eyes, but I know once Dad has an idea I his head that’s it -- we’re going. It takes what seems like forever and we’re leaving the store with five boxes and an overly cheerful Dad; he’s been like this all day. We get home, set things down, I’m going through the boxes looking at instructions and trying to read the included parts list and instructions when he grabs me from behind, “I love you, baby boy”, he says softly. I nuzzle my neck back into him and let him do what he wants, I need his cock and cum and I’m long overdue for it. “Dahhhh….”, I barely get out and he’s sucking on my neck. He grabs my hands, putting the parts down and making eye contact, it’s that look that says, “Its time to fuck” without words. We both head to our bedroom and get undressed. We get on the bed, side by side, and Dad is making out with me as if he hasn’t seen me in days… in some ways, I guess he hasn’t, I’ve missed him, too. I think to myself, 'This is where he flips me over and breeds me', but instead he coaxed me onto my back, while still kissing me, and what he did next surprised me: he moved forward so he was sitting just over my cock. I feel my cock head in contact with his hole and he pushes back slightly, “Give it to me boy … fuck your Dad, ahhhh, yeah, knock me up boy.” I push a little harder, but he was tight, still, after he groaned a drawn-out 'gahhhhhhh,” my cock head popped into his ass. “Dad … Dad....” "It's okay, Cod, just relax a second.” We both breathe, my chest against his back and I could smell his sweat, we both wanted this right now. “You want this cock Daddy … this cum?” “Yeah ... Yeah baby boy, want you.” I push in a little further and its slow and rough going but I get about way in before relaxing again. “Ahhhhh… ahhhhh… let me adjust baby boy, … I don’t remember your fuck stick hurting so much when you were neg.” “I’ve mostly been bottoming Dad … and we usually use more lube than my fluids.” “Hahaha… fair enough… just give me a second.” Just as he says that I take two deep breathes and push deeper until he can feel my entire length. "Aahhhhhh boy... Ahhh”, my nuts now against his ass. “I’m all the way in Daddy, …all the way.” “Good boy.” His breathing was labored, but still his ass muscles squeezed my cock. He adamantly wanted my load. “So I guess you’re comfortable with your boy being poz?” “Ha… yeah boy, ‘ave a feeling your Dad is going to be poz very soon, too.” “Guess so… I mean if I cum in you right now, you’ll be poz right?” He squeezes down on my cock more, letting me know what we’re supposed to be doing besides talking, “Yeah boy its definitely possible,… you okay with this? You okay with your poz cum converting your Dad?" "I'm okay with it, Dad. I mean, I know you and Sam were fucking around and he’s poz. I honestly kinda thought you might end up poz before I did, even though Sam fucked me several times too.” “He did?” At this point I had found a comfortable rhythm for fucking Dad. I was using his ass even as we kept talking, the way lovers do. “Yeah I messaged him after I saw him on BBRT and he was up for it. Right before I got sick he even blindfolded me and had a few friends over, he told me they were all poz and that I might ge’….”, Dad froze for a minute, “You ok”, he paused, “Yeah … yeah … fine, go on.” “Well, he had me over, and don’t be mad, he gave me some drugs to help me relax.” “Did they?” “No they just made me hornier … and then after a few minutes he gave me some more and the guys were fucking me and it was really hot Dad … I thought about you the whole time, it felt like you were breeding me, like you were there – I was flying. I think that’s how I got infected, I feel like Sam really wanted that to happen to me." "Aahhhhh… ahhhhh.” Listening to my description of the party I attended with Sam and his buddies excited both of us, and at this point my bare cock was now sliding back and forth in his hole, my stomach making slapping noises against his balls. “Ohhhh fuck that feels good Dad, I want this … I want this.” “Me too, boy.” “You do? You want to be poz too?” “Yeah boy... Yeah I do.” “HOT!” is my only reply. I can feel my orgasm building in my toes and I keep pounding Dad’s ass, I love him, and I want to breed him so much right now, “I want you poz too, Dad … so fucking hot you want it.” “Did you want it Cod?" I can barely speak with my ragged breathe from fucking, “Yeah Dad… yeah, I … I got so hard thinking about one of my fuck buds Adam fucking me … decided I didn’t care anymore.” “HOT!” It was now his turn to reply. “Fuck me boy … fuck your Dad … poz me … poz me.” I keep fucking Dad’s ass, knowing I was getting closer to cumming. “I want … ahhh … ahhh…,: “What … want what?” “I want to cum .. ahhhhhh… I want to cu’… OMG.. OMG… FUCKKKKKKKK FUCKKKKKK AHHHHHHHHHH… OHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Pressing my cock as deep as I could reach into Dad's ass, I held still as my HIV+ cum squirted into his very tight ass. “OHHHHH FUCK… AHHHHHH," he exclaimed as we both moaned in pleasure. “Ahhhhhhhhhh… Ahhhhhhhhhhh.. yeah… give it to me.”

A buddy sent me a message saying he was getting pozzed by an ex and they had agreed to both travel to where I lived for it as I was about midway between where they now lived. I said that really sounded hot and would love to see that for sure. He told me that his ex was bringing his new boyfriend also and they were both now poz and not on any meds with high VLs. I thought it would really be a hot time to watch all of this and take some pics too. They all agreed to let me take as many as I wanted. They arrived, got a motel room and called me up to let me know they were getting ready. I immediately took off and got there about 15 minutes later and ready to take pics. They were all three naked and told me they were about ready to start up good. They asked me if I would get naked too as they kind of thought it was a little weird of me to be fully clothed while they were all naked. This didn't bother me any, so I got my clothes off too. Thought it made it hotter, myself, and I am a little of a showoff anyway so nude is very nice. They started off by slapping my bud around a little bit, not much but just to let him know who was in charge. I had my camera ready and snapped a few pics of that although it didn't really interest me much. They then placed my bud on his back on the bed and got out ropes. Then they tied his arms over his head to the headboard and tied his ankles and pulled them up and tied them next to his wrists. This left his hole wide open and ready for action for sure and nothing more he could do. His ex then started to spank his ass some till it turned nice and red and I was right there taking pics of that too. After a little of that the new boyfriend got in his bag and took out some lube and then a brand new toothbrush. He said they were going to make sure their toxic cum got in good. The ex lubed up my buddies hole a little and then rammed the toothbrush in hard and started to twist it around and around and in and out hard, making sure he got all around and in deep as well as around the edges. I took several pics while he primed my buds ass. The toothbrush finally came out with small streaks of red and a pink tinge overall and he said he thought that ought to do it for sure. The ex and his boyfriend had both been stroking their cocks getting them ready for the nice fuck fest they were going to do to my bud. I took pics of that as well and wow, it had turned out to hot watching it unfold in front of me. Both of them had really nice thick cocks and both considerably longer than average, somewhere in the neighborhood of 8 1/2 to 9" each. Had trouble keeping my eyes off of them too. Damn, what great looking fucksticks to pound a hole with and loaded with magic juice to change my bud forever. My bud's ex then climbed over him and I climbed up on the bed to get a good pic of that beauty of a cock while it was entering to fuck him good. I took a pic of just the head in and then as it slowly entered, I got another good pic of it about half way in and then another shot as it was rammed all the way home. This was really getting hot for sure. I moved then to get around behind to get a nice shot from a lower rear angle. Had to bend over the bed and lean way down low to get some good shots as that cock began to plow hard and deep into my buddies hole. As I was getting the first angle lined up I felt the boyfriends hands on my ass as he leaned over me to watch too. He just leaned on me because to get the shots I wanted I was blocking his view. I didn't mind but was getting turned on by this whole show too. The boyfriend seemed to be getting turned on too as he started rubbing my ass and massaging my cheeks. The ex was really starting to get into a nice rhythm and the bed was really shaking. Then as I was snapping another pic the boyfriends hands moved a little more and he started running a finger around my hole. I was getting turned on by the scene too and was having trouble getting good pics with the bed rocking so much. Then I felt the boyfriend's finger at my hole and some wetness there as he had squeezed some lube onto his finger and slowly pushed it into me a little at a time. I was so entranced by the view in front of me I hardly noticed it at first. Then I definitely started to feel something nice as pleasure was coming from my own ass as the boyfriend's finger went in me further and then as he pulled it back out some he stuck another finger in also. Watching my buddy get his ass pummeled good by a big poz cock was far more exciting than I had thought it would be. The ex's boyfriend playing with my hole on top of it was really getting me turned on too. Very soon, I could tell he had three or maybe it was four fingers in my hole and working them around and in and out and then was whispering in me ear about how hot that show was. He went on, telling me how hot he was getting and could hardly wait for his turn. His fingers in my hole were driving me crazy too with what I was watching too. About this time my bud's ex started to pound a little harder and he yelled "Here comes my toxic load for you" and with that rammed his big cock all the way home as hard as he could and unloaded his massive load in him. The boyfriend whispered in my ear "It looks like you get off for now, as I am going to load that hole up again so that it is overflowing." The ex got up and I just barely had enough sense left to snap a couple of pics as his cock came out and caught a nice one of my buddy's hole before it closed up, full of nice poz cum. The boyfriend then got out from behind me and jumped on the bed and rammed his big cock home with one mighty thrust in that already ravaged hole. He started pounding even harder than the ex had and told us that he was going to pound that hole so hard it would definitely bleed some more and guarantee he got the bug. The boyfriend went to the bathroom and then he got behind me to watch too. He started playing with my ass like his boyfriend had and soon had three fingers in my hole and was making me hotter by the minute. The boyfriend was really pounding my buddy's hole hard and it was a huge turn on. With those fingers reaming my hole good it was really hard to concentrate and take pics but I wanted to get the good shots. After about 15 minutes of pounding the boyfriend slowed down a little and told us he was getting might close. He started to do slow but really hard thrusts in my buddy and I could see his face every once in a while give a grimace but was taking it well otherwise and his cock was at full attention, so I knew he was getting hot from it too. The ex was really ramming my ass with his fingers too and my cock was up full and dripping precum like a faucet. This whole scene was becoming an extremely hot scene and I found myself almost wishing I was my buddy and taking those poz cocks in me. I could almost see myself tied on that bed and taking those big toxic poz cocks in my hole and feeling them cum and filling me up with their huge loads. What a turn on. Then the boyfriend said "Watch this" and with that, rammed my bud a couple of more time and rammed home all the way on the second one and yelled "Here comes my poz load to turn you into our brotherhood." OMG, that was so hot. My own cock dripped even more precum and was twitching and tingling from it. Just as he was saying it the ex pulled his fingers out of my hole and before I knew what he was doing he rammed his own cock home in me and all of it in just one hard thrust. Took me by surprise as I hadn't even realized he had got hard again. Turns out that while we were watching the one show and he had been reaming my ass with his fingers, his other hand had been playing with his cock and had it up and good and hard from playing with my hole and watching the show. As his boyfriend was unloading in my bud, he just got carried away and rammed that nice big hard cock into me as he couldn't take it anymore. I could not really do anything either as he rammed in me and was so turned on that he only rammed it home and pulled back once and on the second thrust he leaned over me and said oh man, I am cumming already again. I could feel his cock as it pulsed and filled my hole up with his poz cum. I just collapsed on the bed and couldn't move it was such a shock and then it hit me: he had cum with his HVL toxic poz cum in my ass and as I thought this my cock which had been tingling anyway erupted all over the bed beneath me. Wow, got great pics but had not planned on participating at all. The ex told me he was sorry about that but just couldn't help it as the show was just to0 much for him and with my ass in the air taking pics he just had to get a release. Told him it was ok as I had been wondering about taking a poz load sometime soon anyway, he had only moved up the date some. LOL Since it was already done, we just traded around a few more times the rest of the night and my bud ended with four loads in his ass and I got three. Now we'll wait to see what happens later on.

Part 2 Well Gary, if you are so sure, you could come back to the house with me, Nick said with a wink. So, Nick, what's your situation, if you don't mind my asking. Um, well, I got infected about three months ago, and got kicked out by my roomate. I met a guy at the baths that was living at a house with some other RAS guys. I have been there for 2 months. Me and 3 other guys. So, what's it like, I asked. Being infected? Nick asked. It's bad, of course, I mean knowing you are going to die pretty fast, and all. You look at things alot different. Nothing really matters, ya know? The two biggest things are that I'm horny as fuck all the time and I'm just not hungry much. Now that I think about it thats the way it is when you are young and looking to breed, he added. I could see Nick's cock getting hard. Yeah, lets go back to your place, I said. He asked again, you sure? Yes Nick, I want it. Nick leaned into me and kissed me. I grabbed him and stuck my tongue down his throat and squeezed his cock. I looked Nick in the eyes and said I want your Virus in me. He laughed a little and said, well you might already have it. We did just kiss ya know. I laughed and said, hmmm, yeah maybe I do. No turning back now I guess. On the way to the house, Nick told me he would introduce me to Anthony first, it was his house. Nick told me Anthony was the farthest along of the guys that lived there. He had been infected nearly a year ago. I said do people last more than a year? Nick said, no not usually. Anthony doesn't have long. It made me think, hmmm, I'll get to see what I'll look like in a year. Nick continued, some guys don't last 8 months. Since the virus mutates so fast, you keep getting re-infected as often as you get exposed. Some guys, like me, fuck as much as we can. It isn't worth it to worry about anything. Enjoy it while you can. Here we are, Nick said. I swallowed hard. This was it. A year from now I won't be alive. It really hit me at that moment. No more worries. No more anything except fucking. I was boned and leaking.

Very hot. When I was in undergraduate school I bred a couple of college boys under the stall during class breaks. Very tight, hungry holes. probably pozzed them too

This first part is fairly tame, but sets up the rest off the story. GtP-P1 Steve was your typical next door type. He was a clean cut 20 year old, at 5' 10", 140 pounds, he had a decent body and a great 7.5" cock to match. He was 50/50 vers and always on the prowl. You'd never know looking at him that he was sick, well not really sick, but that he was HIV+. He got infected when he got in over his head with Rick, who was a rough type Steve met at a local bar. Before Steve knew what was going on, Rick was taking him home. There Rick got him in his sling and forced him to take a generous slam followed by his raw cock. Steve enjoyed the drugs so much he found himself back at Rick's on several occasions after that first night. When Steve came down with the 'flu' about a month later he went to the doctor. His doctor didn't think that Steve had the seasonal flu, establishing since it was in the middle of July. He took a lot of blood and sent Steve home. Steve got a little worried when he got a call from his doctor a week later that asked him to come into the office. He went right over and was taken back to the doctor's private office. The doctor came in and delivered the news that Steve was HIV+. At first Steve freaked, but as he made his way back to his apartment he thought about the past few weeks with his drug use and taking raw cock from Rick (and others) he knew he couldn't blame anyone but himself. Now that he was poz he made the decision to be open about his status. One night he was cruising on Adam4Adam when be came across a profile that caught his eye. It was a cute kid all of 18, who was 5' 8", 130 pounds, with an average dick and he was a vers/bttm. But what caught his eye is that his profile stated that he was looking for friends. Steve sent the kid a message introducing himself but got no reply. He knew the message was read, but still no reply. A few days later he noticed the kid again and tried sending another messages. The message he sent was one that said he was looking to chat. The kid replied that he didn't hook-up with anyone that was HIV+. This seemed to anger Steve a little. Sure he thought about fucking the kid, but he would have been OK with just chatting. He sent back a reply staying that he was only looking to chat and no where in his previous messages did he imply otherwise. The kid read the message then blocked Steve from being able to contact him in the future. It was at that moment that Steve decided to get the little punk. He contacted his friend Rick and cooked up a plan to create a false profile on A4A with Rick's picture and stats in the hope of getting the kid to meet with Rick. Rick knew who Steve was talking about and loved the idea of knocking the kid down a peg (or two) and knocking him up (as Rick had done to Steve). Rick sent Steve several pictures to use and left everything in his capable hands. Steve made the profile making sure to omit any reference to HIV status. He only posted public pictures of Rick just showed his clothed body. The plan was set into motion, in fact Steve didn't have to make the first contact, the kid sent the first message. The kid introduced himself as Jeremy and that he like 'Rick's' looks. Steve replied with a 'Thanks' and unlocked the private pictures that showed Rick's face and his naked body. Jeremy replied by opening up a direct chat. Jeremy was very eager which made him easay pickings. Steve (acting as Rick) asked Jeremy how he felt about kink and bondage. Jeremy admitted he lacked the experience but the thought of trying some kink and bondage excited him as long as they played safe. Steve kind of dodged the question among the kid if the kid had any diseases that he needed to Wirth about. The kids replied that he was clean , but never pressed 'Rick' for an answer. Jeremy was then asked about role playing. He replied with a question as to what type of role playing did 'Rick' have in mind? Steve knew the next step was crucial, he described in detail the scenario that he and Rick had discussed. Jeremy ate it up and agreed to every detailed. They set up Jeremy to meet Rick at a local dance place that Rick normally wouldn't go into since it was not his scene. It was set for Friday night.

love the smell of my cum, piss and sweat stained jock

Thanks for your interest. I'm always ready to breed, fuck, rim, suck, get twisted etc. but not into romantic scene. I crave kinky sexual action! BTW..I'll be spa'ing it in Rochester with my slave Monday evening 6/18/12 if u want to eat ass and get fucked.