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Ooops, the last part didn’t have any sex in it. Need to fix that ------------- Part 17 - Intern-al Mark opened the door and there stood Paul with a gym bag. “Come on in. Paul, this is my boyfriend Eric, Eric this is Paul from the office.” After the introductions Paul said “I have my outfit in my bag, I figured you didn’t want all your neighbors watching me come in dressed like a stripper.” “They’ve seen worse” Eric joked. “Can I change clothes?” Paul asked and Mark showed him to the spare bedroom. Mark and Eric slid the coffee table over to the side to give Paul plenty of room to move. Mark yelled out “Paul, do you want something to drink? Beer, booze, water?” Paul yelled back “Water would be good and maybe some tequila if you have some.” Mark went into the kitchen and got a glass of water and picked up 3 glasses and the bottle of tequila. Coming back into the living room he set the glasses down and poured a generous shot into the glasses. Paul came out of the room dressed in shiny silver track pants and a shiny red shirt. Mark could see the tear-away seams on the sides of both the pants and shirt and smiled. He handed a shot to Paul and another to Eric and they toasted with a simple “Salut.” Mark and Eric sat down on the couch together and Paul hit play on his phone to get the music started. As Paul danced Mark was impressed with the nimbleness of his body and as each part of clothing got removed he liked seeing more and more of Paul’s body. Eric reached over and started to rub Mark’s growing bulge. Soon, Paul was giving attention to both Mark and Eric, pulling both of their shirts off. Paul finally pulled his shirt apart revealing a red leather harness on his chiseled, hairless chest. Mark smiled as he saw under the harness on Paul’s left pec was a scorpion tattoo with a red stinger. Paul wasn’t shy about making body contact with his audience and soon he had Mark standing next to him in just his jockstrap. The dance got more and more erotic and Eric was the next to be standing up almost naked. Cocks were stroked, asses felt up, tongues explored and nipples were bitten. Mark wasn’t sure when the music stopped but Paul was on his knees, completely naked licking his cock through the material from the jock. Quickly, Paul turned his attention to Eric who was now completely naked. Eric’s cock was hard and he slapped Paul’s face with it. Mark pulled his jockstrap off and freed his dripping cock and stood next to Eric letting Paul shift between the two hard cocks in front of him. He was surprised at how easy Paul was able to take his pierced cock all the way down his throat. As he moaned he wondered how he was going to bring up the issue of HIV status before things went much farther. He wasn’t going to stealth breed a co-worker and risk his job. Mark pulled Paul to his feet and rubbed his cock along Paul’s crack and whispered in his ear “I like the tat. Are you a scorpio or does that cock have a sting to it?” Paul froze, unsure how to answer while Eric leaned over and bit and tongued Paul’s nipple. After several seconds, Paul said “I’m a Virgo and its got quite a sting.” Mark whispered back “Fuck yeah, ours too. You up for a recharge?” “Oh god yeah” was Paul’s response. Mark grabbed Paul by the harness and dragged him into the bedroom with Eric right behind. Pushing Paul on to the bed on his back with his head over the edge of the bed, Mark lowered himself down and pushed his cock into Paul’s mouth as Eric started to rim Paul’s ass, pushing his legs back to his chest. Mark felt Paul moan around his cock as Eric got more and more aggressive. Fingers joined his tongue in prepping Paul’s tight hole for the fucking that Eric planned. Mark fucked Paul’s throat and Eric finger fucked his pussy. Two then three and finally four fingers were shoving in and out of his hole stretching and tugging. Eric couldn’t wait any longer and moved in driving his raw cock deep inside Paul’s hole. Eric had only fucked Mark once since the flu and he needed to fuck and breed really bad. His thrusts got harder and longer until he was pulling all the way out and slamming back into Paul’s now gaping pussy. He knew he was close and looked at Mark for approval to breed his co-worker. Mark grinned and nodded before saying “Do it.” Eric unleashed a torrent of cum into Paul’s fuckhole. Pumping in what he felt like was a gallon of toxic jizz, a look of ecstasy rushed over his face. Mark had buried his cock into Paul’s throat when Eric started to shoot in the other end and pulled out as Eric stopped shaking from his orgasm, hearing Paul gasp for breath. Mark pulled his spit covered cock out and pushed Paul to the middle of the bed, flipping him over on to his knees and rammed his cock into Paul’s cum slick hole. He pulled him up so that Paul’s back was against his chest. He reached around and pinched Paul’s nipples and whispered in his ear “Is this what you wanted to happen tonight? Be a cumdump for our toxic seed?” Paul was moaning loudly and fucking his ass back on Mark’s cock. He turned his head and said “Fuck yeah, its been so long since I had real poz cock inside me. Too many guys are on meds these days.” After a few minutes of grinding his ass on Mark’s cock he said “Oh my god I’m about to cum.” Mark looked at Eric and said “Back your hole on his cock before he shoots. You need another strain.” Eric nodded and got on all fours in front of Paul and moved back, positioning Paul’s cock on his assring. He shoved his body back, feeling Paul’s cock rip into him. “Oooooohhhh fuck thats so hot” moaned Paul. Mark could feel Paul’s hole contract around his cock and knew he wouldn’t last long. He held Paul’s hips and pounded faster but he wanted Paul to shoot first so he could enjoy Paul’s orgasm from the inside. He didn’t have to wait long and with a few twists of Paul’s nips, he felt Paul begin to flood Eric’s hole. Mark started pumping his load into Paul, adding to Eric’s diseased cum. He waited until Paul’s orgasm ended and pulled him down horizontally to the bed, his cock still inside Paul’s pussy. Eric was similarly attached to Paul and they lay there spooning for several minutes before they recovered. “So, I guess I found out another of your secrets” Mark said to Paul. “Yeah, that’s probably one I shouldn’t advertise around the office. Are you really poz too?” Paul asked. “Hehe, yeah. Eric is one of my recent, uh, victims.” “You’re toxic? No meds? Fuck, yeah” Paul said enthusiastically. “Yeah, its been four months since I tested poz. I want to stay toxic as long as I can. I really get off on knocking up neg guys. Every time I find out one converted, I crave more.” Mark explained. Paul smiled and continued “Me too. Over six years so far. Though I mostly bottom. A few guys have paid me for my gift and I breed a lot of chasers. It must be pretty potent since I’ve gotten a few one-and-done pozzings in the past few months. Even did a straight couple last month. The guy paid me a lot of money.” “Damn, you got pozzed young. You weren’t chasing at that age, were you?” Eric asked. “I was a slut. I couldn’t get enough cock. I never asked status and some of those were poz. It’s simple. I wouldn’t change a thing” Paul replied with a grin. Mark’s cock got harder as he heard Paul tell his story. He pulled back and thrust his cock back into Paul’s cunt. Paul moaned. Eric pulled off and pushed a finger in his own ass and then sucked the infected seed off his finger. “I think we’re ready for round two. Paul, ride Mark’s cock. Let’s see just how slutty that hole can be” Eric said followed by a sinister laugh. Mark always got worried when Eric started to get aggressive. It was how he took his first fist, tied down and helpless to do anything about it. Eric was not gentle fisting him and it took weeks for his ass to recover. Paul climbed up and straddled Mark’s abs and lined up the shaft and pushed it back inside. Leaning on Mark’s shoulders, he started fucking himself on the thick cock, taking long strokes until he could feel the piercing at his outer ring and then going back down. He felt a hand between his shoulder blades and it started to push him down. Mark took over and started to thrust his hips up driving his cock into Paul’s stretched out pussy. Eric climbed up on the bed and rested his dripping cock just above Paul’s hole, feeling Mark’s cock rub against it. Eric started to push, stretching Paul’s hole until he finally squeezed in next to Mark’s still moving cock. It had been a long time since Paul had been double penetrated and the pain was intense at first. He was biting his lip and stifling his scream. After a while the pain slowly subsided and turned into pleasure until Eric slammed his cock all the way in. Paul let out a scream and his body dropped down on top of Mark with his head in the pillow next to Mark’s head. Mark kept up the pace, pounding in and out squeezing between Eric’s cock and the walls of Paul’s fuckhole. Once Paul got used to being stuffed like this, Eric started to fuck his hole as well. Moving in the opposite direction as Mark, the sensations were driving Paul crazy. His cock throbbed and twitched between his and Mark’s bodies, soaking both bodies in precum. Mark knew he couldn’t last much longer with the stimulation his cock was getting. He stopped for a moment letting Eric’s cock stroke his cock and Paul’s pussy. Once he caught his breath, he started to jackrabbit Paul’s hole until he erupted, pumping another load of charged seed into him. Eric felt Mark’s orgasm and rammed his cock all the way in as he too added more venom into Paul. The three laid there as their bodies slowly stopped writhing in ecstasy. Eric kissed the back of Paul’s neck and then pulled his cock out, covered in cum. Paul leaned back with Mark’s cock still inside his ravaged hole as Eric walked around the bed and stood over Mark’s head. Paul lapped at Eric’s cock, savoring the taste of the combined cum on it. Eric leaned against the wall as Paul cleaned his cock, balls and groin and then said “Open your mouth.” Paul did as he was told and Eric rested the head of his cock on Paul’s bottom lip and let his bladder empty. Paul was guzzling the piss as fast as he could but some still dripped down his chin onto Mark’s torso. Paul grabbed Eric’s waist and impaled Eric’s cock in his mouth, forcing the piss straight down his throat. Once the stream stopped, Eric pulled his cock out and leaned over, giving Paul a deep kiss, tasting the cum and piss that was still lingering in his mouth. Paul raised his body up and felt Mark’s cock fall out of his gaping hole with cum running down his leg. He rolled over and laid on the bed next to Mark smiling. “So, what do you think of my new dance routine?” Paul asked jokingly. They all laughed before getting up and moving into the shower. After they were rinsed off, Paul put his regular clothes on and stuffed his dance outfit in his gym bag. He hugged and kissed both Mark and Eric and walked out of the apartment.

Part 18 - The Big Day Thursday night, Mark sent a text message to Joe “Aaron’s appt at 10:30. Can u be there 10:15?” Joe responded “ok.” Joe, Kyle and Steven drove over to the clinic and checked in. Joe looked around and there was no sign of Dennis. Or Aaron. Worried, Joe sent a message to Dennis asking where he was and got a response “Be there in 5.” Aaron and Dennis walked in the door together and Dennis led Aaron to a seat next to Joe. “What do we have here? Did you use all your charms on him Dennis?” Joe asked. Aaron blushed and looked down at the floor. “Nothing happened. He looked pretty scared when I saw him on Wednesday and figured he needed someone to talk to. We talked on the phone yesterday and we’ve been over at the diner talking for a couple hours just now” Dennis explained and then turned to Aaron and said “If you have an appointment, you better check in.” “We all should” said Kyle. The guys all went up to the receptionists desk and waited. The receptionist looked up and Aaron said “I have a 10:30 appointment. “ Douglas looked up with a smile and said “Oh good, you came back. A lot of guys get too nervous and don’t show up for the followup. It will be a few minutes, so have a seat and the nurse will call you.” One by one the other guys got checked in, each flirting with Douglas but getting nowhere with him. They sat down together and chatted about everything but the test, trying to keep Aaron from breaking down. The nurse came out of the door and asked for Joe. Kyle squeezed Joe’s leg and Joe got up and went into the exam area and was shown the same room as Wednesday. The nurse checked his temperature, weight and blood pressure and said “Have a seat, the doctor will be here in a few minutes.” Joe sat looking at the walls, reading the poster encouraging him to have safe sex, another wanting him to test often because some STDs can be silent killers, and another that showed a cutaway of a guys cock, balls and colon. He liked the last one the best, thinking about the nice fat, hung cock. There was a knock at the door and the doctor from Wednesday came in and sat down on the stool with a folder in his hand. “Hi Joe. We have the test results. Before I give them to you, I want you to know that we are here to help you both physically and mentally. Not just today, but for as long as you need it” the doctor said in a somber tone. Joe had heard this part in the past, it was nothing new. Opening up the folder the doctor said “Joe, you have tested positive for HIV and gonorrhea. There’s nothing to worry too much about. We can treat both of them and you can lead a normal active life.” Joe looked at the doctor, stunned. He had wanted to hear these words for a long time, but was still shocked when it really happened. “Uh, ok” was all he said. “We will treat the gonorrhea right away, it’s just an antibiotic and it will be cured quickly. HIV doesn’t have a cure, but we can treat it and you can have a long, normal life. First, we need to run more tests to see how far it has progressed and what the right treatment is. I see from your history, you have been getting tested for STDs about every two months the past few years. That’s good, since we know the virus hasn’t had a long time to attack your body. In the mean time, you should not have sex with anyone - oral, vaginal or anal. Be careful with any cuts and get them bandaged immediately. Once you start treatment it will take a while for your body to get to a point where HIV is undetectable and when that happens you can resume sexual activity, though we recommend always practicing safe sex to ensure you don’t infect your partner.” Joe was numb. He heard everything the doctor was saying, but was expressionless. “Do you understand what I just told you?” the doctor asked. “Yeah, I do” Joe replied. “Good. Some people get depressed when they find out news like this. We have counselors on staff for you to talk to if you need to. You can use their services at any time - today, tomorrow, next month, whenever. The nurse will give you the antibiotic and then take you down to the lab to take some more blood samples” the doctor said. After a pause the doctor continued “Do you have any idea who you might have been with that could have infected you?” “No, I don’t. I haven’t had sex in a few weeks, but before that I had been pretty active. I don’t even remember most of the guys, except for my boyfriend” Joe answered. “The reason I ask is that we usually have one new HIV infection every week or two and this week we have seven. The patient we saw yesterday thinks it was a tall guy with tattoos on his arms and a large piercing on his penis. Does this guy sound familiar? We would like to find him because he may not know he is infected and is spreading the virus around.” Joe had to fight back the smile that he felt coming on. “Oh, yeah. I know who he is and he knows he’s poz” thought Joe but he told the doctor “No, that doesn’t sound familiar, but I did have sex with a guy with a pierced cock, but I couldn’t see him.” The doctor wanted to chuckle, but tried to stay professional and just said “Ah. OK, well, I have a busy day and need to get to my next patient. I will be seeing you soon when we get the new test results. You should set up an appointment for late next week or the following week. I’ll see you then.” The nurse walked in and handed Joe a packet with the antibiotics inside and ushered him down to the lab area. He took his seat and waited for the door to open. Several minutes later the door opened and the same cute lab tech from the other day looked out. “Oh, sorry. I was taking a little break before the rush. Come on in.” Joe walked into the room and took a seat, while the lab tech closed the door and took a seat next to Joe. This time Joe remembered to look at the guy’s name tag “Tyler, remember that” thought Joe. “Are you Joe? It’s the only name in the queue on the computer” Tyler asked. “Yeah, that’s me.” “Can i have your date of birth?” Tyler next asked and Joe gave it to him. Tyler looked at the screen to see what tests he was going to need to do and how many vials of blood to draw. “Hmmm, I see. Well, I guess I should first welcome you to the club, Joe. Are you doing ok with the news?” Tyler asked. “Oh yeah, I’m doing good” Joe responded, maybe a bit too cheerfully. Chuckling to himself Tyler said “Sounds like it wasn’t too much of a surprise to you. Were you, ummm…” Joe interrupted “Chasing? Yeah, kinda. Not avoiding it, anyway.” Tyler looked at him and smiled “Cool. I did too. It was a lot of fun and now I’m on the flip side of it.” Joe looked back at Tyler thinking that he looked like a squeaky clean twink and not someone he would have thought of as a bug chaser. “Yeah, some of the best sex I’ve ever had. You’re not going to put that in my file, are you?” Joe asked. “Oh hell no, don’t worry about that. It’s more for personal info and, uh, I, uh” Tyler stumbled for words for a moment and continued “Here, give me your phone.” Joe handed over his phone and Tyler added his name and number into Joe’s contact list. “Call me if you have any questions you don’t want to ask the counselors they have here. I don’t do this for every new poz guy, but I think you’re really hot.” Tyler handed the phone back and picked up a syringe and four empty vials. Tying the strap around Joe’s arm he proceeded to draw the blood and then paste the labels on the vials. “All done for now. I hope I will be seeing you again… for more tests” Tyler said with a quiet laugh. Joe got up and went back into the waiting room and to the receptionists desk. Douglas looked at him with a big smile and Joe thought “Damn, everyone here knows I’m poz now.” Joe quickly made his appointment for a few weeks later and went back to his posse. Aaron was missing from the group and before Joe could ask Dennis said “Aaron is finding out now. I hope he’s ok.” About that time, the nurse came out to call another person back for an exam and everyone heard a loud noise coming from the exam room area and the staff went running. Aaron had gone to an exam room to get his results. The nurse had taken his vitals and he waited for the doctor to show up. His stomach was churning and he could feel his heart race. He had spent almost two hours talking with Dennis and occasionally crying. He heard the logic from Dennis - if he tested positive for HIV, he wasn’t going to die any sooner, his sex life wouldn’t die, he may lose a few friends and gain some new ones, and if he tested negative his life would go on as it had before. But it still was tearing him up inside and he was sure he would be alone and unwanted for the rest of his life. Finally the doctor walked in the room with a folder. Aaron had never been in a situation like this and was visibly shaking. “Hello Aaron” the doctor started. “We have the test results. Before I give them to you, I want you to know that we are here to help you both physically and emotionally for as long as you need it” the doctor said in a somber tone. Aaron turned even more pale. He thought his heart was going to pop out of his chest. The doctor looked at Aaron and opened up the folder and said “Aaron, you have tested positive for HIV, gonorrhea and syphilis. We can treat…” At that point Aaron fainted, falling on to the floor with the chair smashing into the exam table. The noise reverberated through the main clinic area. Nurses and other staff came running into the exam room as the doctor was propping Aaron against the wall and checking him for cuts or other injuries. The staff helped get Aaron up on to the exam table, laying back. Aaron came to a few minutes later, staring up at the ceiling with the doctor and two nurses around him. “Aaron, are you ok?” the doctor asked. “I, uh, think so” he replied. “I know this news came as a shock to you. But don’t worry. We can treat you and your life will be fine. Two of the infections we can cure with antibiotics and HIV is not a death sentence, it can be treated as well but not cured. Do you understand?” “Yes” Aaron said quietly. “We need you to take another blood test so we can find the right treatment for you and the nurse will bring the antibiotic. I want you to set up an appointment as soon as possible with a counselor since I think you need to talk with a professional about this news and how you are going to handle it.” “OK” said Aaron. “I want you to wait here for ten minutes and rest. We don’t want you to faint again. The nurse will come back and check on you.” Aaron nodded and the doctor and nurses walked out of the exam room. Steven was called next and given his results, the same as Joe’s. The doctor asked the same questions about who he may have gotten infected from and Steven said no, he didn’t meet a guy like that. He got his antibiotic and waited for the tech to draw more blood. When he walked in, Tyler looked at Steven and said “Mmm, my food came back to me” in a very bad Count Dracula impression. Steven and Tyler both laughed. “I guess you heard my comment on Wednesday” Steven said as he sat down and put his arm on the armrest. “Yeah, I’ve heard all of the jokes and comments before. You’re Steven and your birthdate is…” Tyler asked. They completed the blood draw and as Steven was about to get up, Tyler said “Welcome to the club. Its pretty exclusive, hehe. Don’t worry, everything will be ok.” Steven said “Thanks, I hope so” and walked out to the waiting room, running into the nurse escorting Aaron to the lab for his blood work. Aaron went straight into the room and Tyler had been told that he was the one that fainted. He was extra gentle and kept reassuring Aaron that he would be ok. Tyler kept checking Aaron out and even licked his lips once, before he caught himself. “I want to tap that” he thought. Once the blood test was done Tyler asked “Are you ok to walk out to the waiting room by yourself? Do you have someone to take you home?” “Yeah, I’ll be ok. Thanks” Aaron responded and slowly walked out to the guys. “Where’s Dennis? he asked as he got there. “He’s in getting his results. Have a seat. What happened back there? Someone said a patient passed out” Kyle asked. Aaron looked down and said “Yeah, that was me. I fainted when they told me I have HIV, gono and syphilis. Fuck, I’m so screwed.” “You’ll be ok. We all are poz now. We can work through this together” said Joe. “Do you think Dennis is too?” asked Aaron. “Probably, he was at the same party we were. He didn’t get sick though, so maybe he is still neg” Joe said. A minute or so later, Joe asked Aaron “Oh, by the way did they ask you who you think might have given it to you?” Joe, Steven and Kyle all looked at Aaron waiting for the answer. “No they didn’t. I bet it was that asshole I met at the book store last week. He told me he was giving me AIDS and that fucker did” said Aaron, and added “They want me to see a counselor but I would rather just talk to you guys, if that’s ok. You know what I’m going through better than they would.” The guys all nodded and assured him that he could call any time to talk. Dennis walked up and plopped down in a chair next to Aaron. You could tell he was fighting off showing any elation. “HIV poz and gono” was all he said. “Well, lets get our next appointments set up and get out of here” said Kyle. The group walked up to the receptionist and Joe said I already did mine, Aaron…” Aaron told Douglas that he needed a followup in a few weeks and Joe said “lets set them up for about the same time, so we can carpool.” Aaron got his appointment just after Joe’s and Douglas looked at him and said “It’s going to be ok. Take care of yourself.” The other guys got similar appointment times but with a much happier farewell from Douglas, complete with a wink. Luis woke up earlier than normal from the sounds of his roommates getting ready for class. Thankfully he had no classes that day and just had to be at work for the Friday afternoon rush starting at 4PM. He missed the constant fucking that he had been doing with Kyle, Dennis and Steven before the fuck flu hit them. He was horny and needed to fuck. He looked at a few online sites and apps and everyone seemed to want “neg only” or “safe only”. Desperately, he got on Craigslist and did a few searches and found one that looked good: Horny bottom cub looking for hot sex. 27, 5’10, 200lbs, furry ass, safe or bb, anon ok, newly poz He liked the pics, especially the one with him laying in a sling. “Newly, poz, huh? He probably won’t mind some more poz cum in his ass, then” thought Luis. He sent a reply saying he was poz too and gave a description, his phone number and a couple of his pics - the obligatory dick pic and a pic he took of his cock coming out of Dennis’s cummy hole. He took a shower and was reading email when his phone rang. It was the guy from the Craigslist ad. A few questions were passed back and forth and Luis was out the door on his way to dump a four day load in the cub. Luis knocked on the door and a guy opened it. They looked each other over as Luis said that he was the guy who answered his ad. The guy looked better than his pictures, more muscular but his face looked tired. He invited Luis in and they walked back to a bedroom. Luis was always friendly and chatty with people, even his hookups. He asked “So man, your ad said you’re newly poz. When did you find out?” The guy looked embarrassed and said quietly “Yesterday.” “Fuck, dude. You doing ok?” Luis asked as he sat down on the bed, and took his shoes and shirt off. “Not really. None of the regular guys I fuck with want to do it now that I’m poz. You were the only one that answered the ad. When I’ve put it up before, I usually get two or three hookups out of it and a bunch of time wasters. A few weeks ago I had this really hot guy with tattooed arms and a big pierced cock that was an amazing fuck, but I think he was the one that pozzed me.” Luis stood up and dropped his pants and stepped out of them and walked over to the guy and gave him a big hug. “Don’t worry, you’ll find a new group of regulars and things will work out. Trust me. I’ve already been through it” He slowly pulled the guys shirt off and let his shorts drop to the floor. Luis kissed the guy and slowly the energy shifted. Luis pushed him down on the bed and he climbed on top of the cub. He chewed on the guy’s nipples and worked his way down, rubbing his furry chest and stroked his cock. He went down on the guys five and a half inch thick cock, easily deep throating it and squeezed his balls. Working the guys cock with his tongue he started tasting the guys charged up precum and knew he was getting this guy out of his funk. Luis pulled off his cock and pushed the guy’s legs up revealing a furry ass. He spread the cub’s ass cheeks and dove in with his tongue, tasting the guy’s scent. He wondered if a guy’s scent changes when he converts and quickly returned his attention to the fuckhole in front of him. He fucked his tongue into the cub’s hole and felt it start to relax and pulse. He knew that this was not the time for a hard breeding, it had to be more sensual to make the guy feel like a desirable bottom, not an outcast. His fingers toyed with the cub’s hungry hole, slowly fucking in and out, pushing the spit deeper inside him. Once he felt the cub was loosened up enough he lowered his ass down and rubbed his precum soaked cock around the guys hole. He looked the guy in the eyes and softly said “Do you want this?” “oh god yes, please. fuck me please” replied the cub. Luis pushed in and felt the cub’s hole swallow his cock eagerly. He started slowly pistoning his cock in the warm soft tunnel, the strokes getting longer and harder. The guy kept begging for his cock and used his ass muscles to massage Luis’s shaft. Eventually, Luis couldn’t hold back his cum and began unloading his four day load into the guy who immediately began to shoot his own toxic load all over his chest. Luis began to lick up the cum from the guys furry chest and then kissed him with it. They laid there kissing and holding each other for several minutes. Luis rolled the guy over on to his stomach, smearing the cum all over the bed and began feasting on his cummy hole. Luis always loved the taste of cum, his or anyone else’s and was sucking his load out of the guy. His cock still hard, he mounted the cub and shoved his cock back inside. The guy moaned and yelled “Yes, fuck me again” and Luis did not disappoint. This time he got rougher and really pounded the guys hole. He pulled the guy up on to his knees and kept up the assault on his ass, varying angle and intensity of his thrusts. His cock had been leaking precum for most of the second round of fucking and the cubs hole was very sloppy and soon it would be even sloppier. The thrusts got erratic and hard and Luis drove his cock in all the way and felt the rush of cum pumping into the poz cub. He rolled over taking the guy with him and they lay spooning on the bed for several minutes. The cub rolled over, facing Luis, and kissed him and said “Thank you. I was so down before you came and now I feel so good.” Luis said “You have my number. Call me to talk or fuck. I’ll introduce you to other poz guys and you can get back into your groove.” He looked over and saw the time. They had been fucking for almost three hours and he needed to get home and shower before work. Luis got dressed as the guy watched him from the bed. He went over and kissed the guy one more time and walked out the door. When he got home, Luis pulled out his phone and found the Craigslist ad and copied the picture of the cub in the sling and sent it to Joe with a message “pls send pic to your brother and ask him if he did this guy.”

I love having Tommy living with me as on cold nights I have a warm body to keep me warm, in the mornings we even fuck and suck each other as it’s a great way to start the day. I’m seeing about 8-10 clients a week so my hole is being well used so I’m becoming a size queen when I bottom. Larry ask me if Tommy and I would like a vacation in Key West over spring break from school, SURE as we are both are tired of the cold weather and would like to get a little sun and the money we are to be paid make it a fanatic deal for us. We will be staying with a person we will call Grandpa who is in his late 60s and was release from jail for being a member of NAMBLA and his boy OG. We find OG at the airport and the 4 other boys we will be vacationing with, OUCH these boys are HOT and we will be staying with them , this is getting better and better as when Tommy see them he goes into sex over drive with a ragging hard on. We get to Grandpa place and it’s an island with no one else on it with this big house on it surrounded by a white sand beach. For his age Grandpa is in great shape as he meets us in a tight bathing suit showing off his hard monster dick.He explain the rules , we are to be naked all the time , we will all take a turn on the fuck bunch for the nightly gang bang , there will be plenty of GHB , Tina, Poppers and Molly for us to use. OG is available for massages , putting sun screen on us and is not to touch us and sexually as he is in chastity , OG is about the same age as all 6 of are JAIL BATE. I just want to get into the warm water and get out of my clothes and so do the other boys and once we are in it does not take us long to start doing what we all came here for , kissing running our hands over each others bodies with this hot group as Grandpa is watching and we are putting on a show. When we come out Grandpa is holding 6 straws ads we are to pull them out and the short straw is tonight victim for the gang bang. Tommy has never done this and I know his hole real well. I tell him to load up on GHB 1 hour before and a booty bump. Grandpa has it set up with lights so he can film for his friends, as Tommy walks his I can see the GHB and booty bump have done their job. I led him over , tied off his arm and gave Tommy his very first time getting a slam , as he coughs we all go in for the kill. Tommy is such natural as I want to go first as I just spit and ease my dick into Tommy hole and the bump and GHB have done their job , he is very relax as I bang away wile he is sucking another ones dick. Grandpa wants all of us when we drop our loads deep in the hole we are fucking and I’m balls deep I explode in Tommy hole and when I can pump out any more cum I pull out and walk around to Tommy face for him to clean my dick off, what a slut he has become and I’m a bigger slut. Grandpa says who is next After 5 of us have cum in Tommy hole and leaking cum out Grandpa tell us to fuck Tommy again and again till we are all exhausted and cum is flowing out of his hole, I put 3 loads in Tommy. Now its Grandpa turn and drives right into Tommy hole and is screaming from Grandpa MONSTER dick ( its like a beer can and the longest I have ever seen) Tommy is in real pain and is asking for more and more , that is how much Tina and GHB I have given him and Grandpa is just giving Tommy all he can going all the way out them balls deep as fast as he can and when he cums its like a water fall of cum flowing out of Tommy hole and some blood and Grandpa says I hope you are on PrEP as I’m POZ and very toxic.

Part 17 Tom kept forcing his swollen cock to the back of my throat. I gagged and wrenched but he never stopped. The cock now buried in my ass wasn’t as big as Tom’s but the man behind it didn’t let that put him off. He slid all the way out to the tip and slammed it back in, each time me moaned in delight. “Tom you’re one lucky son of a bitch” The top groaned as he continued to plow into me. I could feel my fever rising again and the room began to spin more, I thought I’d surely pass out but Tom’s continued hold of my head and massaging of my throat with his cock kept me in the room. The top abruptly pulled out from my ass, I could feel a cold chill around my hole. He moved round to the side of the sling and presented his cock to Tom who smiled. “Well torn up, just how Daddy likes it. Clean him up boy” Tom moved away from me and thats when I seen the tops thick 8in cock smeared in blood. My blood. He rammed it into my throat and I did my best to swallow him down in the first go. “Good boy, do as Daddy tells you” The top was taunting me as I worked my mouth on his cock. I felt a cock against my now puffy hole. I don’t know how I did but I knew it was Tom’s. He positioned his head against my hole and began to tease it. He leant forward and whispered into my ear, while I was still cock sucking. “Daddy will always be your first and last load boy” He slammed his cock into my ass and began to fuck me harder than he ever had, I couldn’t concentrate on sucking cock anymore. It was too brutal. I felt hands on my shoulders again, and the darkness of the gas mask covered me. Within seconds I was getting buzzed on the fumes of poppers. They seemed stronger or maybe had just been topped up. Tom picked up the pace, if that was possible, he used the momentum of the sling to slam my body into his with every fuck. “Load 1 from Daddy, here it comes boy” I could barely hear anything with my heart pounding in my ears. I felt Tom get harder inside me and swell until he shot his load deep inside me. I could feel it burn my insides. I was truly his and only wanted to make him proud. Once he had came down from his orgasm he pulled out from my ass and removed the gas mask from my face. “Right Gents, round one of this evening can begin. This round is called 420. My boy here will be fitted with a gas mask that will make him high as a kite. You have 4minutes and 20 seconds to pound his hole. If you don’t manage to cum you can hang around for another round or cum in the jar which will be used later. Do both, do all three, invite friends, we should have at least 100 men here tonight. The one rule. What I say goes. He’s my boy, in the middle of a nasty fuck flu. If I say stop then you do. Got it?” There was a murmur around the room and agreement from all the men. Tom turned to me in the sling and smiled like an excited school boy, he leant down and kissed me. “I knew you’d be a hit boy, tonight you’re going to make Daddy very proud, just you wait and see what else I’ve got planned for you!” I felt the familiar feel of hands on my shoulders and a gas mask was placed over my face again, this time however it wasn’t poppers but the smell of weed. I didn’t know how it was done but I was breathing in nothing but a strong joint, I felt my head swim. I hadn’t had a joint since college and I wasn’t a big fan of drugs, what was going to happen to me next…

Tonight was a first for me on several levels. I went to the Bear Party in Manhattan for the first time. After stripping down, I walked back to the play space with poppers and lube in hand. A few guys on BZ had posted there was no bb at Bear Party, so I decided to see what I could manage. The play spaces were — dimly lit with dark velvet curtains dividing spaces, and pleather furniture — couches and ottomans. Very heady space ideal for random anon play. I lubed my hole and did a loop, taking in the men, letting them get a Site if me, and surveying the rooms. I connected eyes with a very sexy Latino bear. We found one another in the middle, draped room, and made out. Once I bent over to start blowing him, all the magic started.... i let myyself slip into the sensory experience. The sound of poppers being inhaled from small bottles in the twilight, with hints of that sharp aroma in the air. Fingers explored the crack of my ass, playfully spreading my hole open. One cock, then another found their way into my mouth. One was thick and curved, while another was shorter and pointed. A third was smooth to the touch with an enlarged head. I poppered up, turned around, and rubbed my ass against the Latino bear’s cock. I tilted my head back to make out with him while his cock slid along my ass. I thought he’d pill out and find a rubber. But no. I felt hi. Position his hardon to penetrate my ass raw. That sexy bear fucked me bent over, his dick gliding in and out so smoothly. I repositioned over an ottoman so I wouldn’t fall over. I could vaguely see an audience gathered around, and a handsome muscle guy was egging us on to fuck. I could tell I was the only one getting fucked in the place. ”I’m gonna cum,” he told me. I actually hesitated to take his load, and started to pull off his cock. I was going to ha e him shoot across my ass cheeks. But he grabbed my waist and pulled me back into his cock. He pounded me in front of everyone, and finally shot his load in my hole. He pounded me a couple quick thrusts before pulling out. We kissed a couple minutes, me feeling his chest, before another cock pressed against my hole. i spent the evening bent over furniture, my ass spread wide for any hardon. One ... two .... three .... four .... one guy would breed my hole, step back without a word, and another would slide in. No one spoke. No one asked about condoms. And no one other than that firsthotbear warned me he was cumming. I switched positions a few times, and felt the cum running down my balls and legs. I’d read a few stories here on BZ about it, but I kept thinking I finally knew what it feels like to be a total cumdump. A couple of the older, overweight men had worked their way into the line. I left my ass up for them — I never saw anyone else bottoming, let alone taking it raw. I finally walked away having shot my load while being fucked by a big uncut dick. I was dripping sweat, lube, and cum. I felt like a sloppy pig. Now I want it again.

The story below is the first part of "Sex Pig Diaries" which I have found in an email from a Yahoo Group which no longer exists. I didn't write this, but it is of a standard that deserves to be shared again. Enjoy!..... The story recounts my raw adventures with cum pigs and poz guys. Note that this is not a complete list, just some notable highlights. CJ: My First Poz Load The first poz load I took was way back in the mid-1980s. At that time AIDS was getting a lot of attention from the press, but unless you lived in NYC, San Francisco, or Los Angeles it was still a remote thing to most gay men. However, within the next year or two everything >would change. The guys name was CJ. He was a work friend and occasional fuck buddy of my lover at the time, David. I remember when I first met CJ I thought he was just the hottest thing I'd ever seen. He was good looking, well proportioned, sweet natured, had an ass like an inverted valentine, and... according to Dave...was totally humpy guy in bed. Actually, CJ was the human equivalent of a golden retriever, fun loving, always happy, and not too picky about what lap he jumped into. He was also my first bear chaser though the terms did not really exist then. So eventually CJ got around to me. I remember when he first kissed me, it felt like I was melting and I swear to God I felt my knees buckle. Now I had always enjoyed kissing, but it was not until that time that I realized the movie caliber kisses actually did exist. After that we played around a bit, but jealousy on my partner's part and envy on mine made it problematic. So I sort of dismissed CJ and filed him under the category "David's Friend" and didn't think much more of it. Then one Saturday day CJ called. Dave was at his photography class and was planning to meet CJ afterwards for some lunch. CJ wondered if I'd like to join them. I thought I really shouldn't given the tension CJ generally caused between Dave and myself, but it was one of those sparkling Spring days and I wanted to get out of the house. So CJ said he would drop by on his way to meet Dave. I didn't think much about the arrangement, that's until CJ showed up about half an hour early and basically jumped me. The first thing we did was make out like crazed teenagers. Again, this was movie stuff...hot and consuming...and at some point our clothes came off. Next think I know, CJ lifts my legs and is eating the beejesus out of my ass. This was new to me. I had eaten butt a number of times and quite liked it, but no one had ever rimmed me before. CJ suddenly stoped his ministrations and pressed his nice sized and uncut cock to my hole. I knew what was going to happen and I was a bit reluctant...not because any thoughts of AIDS, but because I was still ambivalent about getting fucked. It had happened a few times with my partner and some other guys and sometimes it was great and sometimes it was not. Well CJ slipped it into me and I discovered the wonders of getting fucked by an uncut cock. Thanks to his spit, foreskin, and a decent taper, he entered with little friction and for the first time I felt stuffed instead of in pain. I think I became a confirmed pig bottom at that moment, not that I don't top on occasion. It was simply amazing. It was so primal and when I felt and tasted the sweat pouring off of CJ my head went to that other place that only a good, sound fucking can take it. The next thing I know, CJ clamped his mouth onto mine, groaned under his breath, and unloaded in me. Well, we ended up meeting Dave only a few minutes late and proceeded to have a nice afternoon together. We ended up at a local mall and I remember walking around feeling slightly bow legged and CJs load gradually leak out of me. Still, when I got home a few hours later and used the can, I noted there was still quite a bit of cum in me. I guess it was about six months later that CJ discovered he was HIV positive. He told us because my partner was in the hospital and CJ was concerned it was because he infected him. Dave's problem was actually a heart valve infection and through the course of diagnosis it was discovered that he was still negative. However, I did need to get tested. I was petrified, but not because I thought CJ infected me or that I regretted what I did. I was going though a lot then with Dave's illness and I just remember feeling beleaguered by this new responsibility. And remember, this was when it took weeks to get test results back, so between that and Dave's illness and eventual open heart surgery I was sick with worry. I remember at one point taking one of Dave's valiums and sitting there and wondering "Ok, am I ever going to relax?" Turns out I am resistant to valium. Things eventually quieted down and even though CJ was poz, we both still played with him on occasion...though always safely. However, ever time CJ fucked me, part of me wanted him to remove that rubber and fuck me like he did on that brilliant Spring day. A few years later, I found out he probably would have when it was discovered he had barebacked a few acquaintances of ours. To this day, I don't know if he was trying to infect these people or just denying his own condition. Anyway, all turned out still negative. In fact, I know of no one ever CJ infected.

Part 5 Brian The Pig Boy Not long after this, I met my long-time fuck buddy Brian. He had responded to me phone ad that succinctly stated I was a pig looking to play with other pigs. I remember when he called, I thought he would never show. He just seemed like a total ditz. Well, Brian did prove to be a ditz, but he also showed up. I was a little disappointed that first time because it ended up me topping Brian instead of the other way around. However, I had never met a more suckable hole. He even liked it when I chewed on his butt ring ever so lightly. Some guys really love this, a lot do not, but Brian liked it so much he even added it to his own repertoire. Brian also loved to talk about his sexual adventures, a fetish of mine I rarely get to enjoy. And I discovered he was as much of a barebacker and butt muncher as I was, though a few years behind. And as it turns out, even though I did not get plugged like I wanted, Brian was a great little fuck. After eating, fingering, and fisting his whole for about an hour, he just laid on top and grinded away until I had one of the strongest, longest, and loudest orgasms of my life. I shot so much, Brian both felt it squirt. I do come like a geyser after all. Well, I didn't hear from Brian for several months, but he finally called at about 2:00 am one summer night. Apparently, he was dating someone who was the psycho jealous type, but he did say he wanted to get together again and fuck me. That finally happened a couple of months later after he broke up with the his beau and I had moved into a new apartment. I finally got that load I had wanted so bad. Brian and I began playing with each other regularly, maybe every two or three weeks, though sometimes more often and sometimes much less. As we got to know each other, we soon discovered we were both bug chasers. We both loved slutting around and bring the loads back for each other to eat. At that time I was hooking mostly through the phone lines and the Internet while Brian, being much thinner than myself, had better luck at the baths. It really turned both of us on that he was collecting pig loads for me. About three years after we met, Brian called me a hot, muggy June day and wanted to play. We hadn't seen each other in a few months because Brian... who also worked for a phone sex line...was now living in New York City part of the time. Well, when he arrived and we lit up a joint, he tells me that he's been getting fucked and fisted by several poz guys in NYC. In fact, he was becoming the new boi toy on the Manhattan conversion party circuit. I had always loved taking Brian's load before, since he was such as complete pig, but now I had a fever for them. We started out as we usually did with my eating his ass. I had built a rim seat out of an old wooden toilet seat and it provide to be our favorite toy, given that we were both ardent butt munchers and felchers. So I began worshipping his dirty load taking hole for its brazen pigginess and daring. After that, Brian began to work me open. First he rimmed me, but instead of the gentle nibbling I was used to, he really chewed on the ring, making it all red and puffy. Actually, I had to have him back off he would bite so hard. Though I'm a pig, I'm not particularly into any deliberate pain. While I owned the rim seat, Brian's contribution to the toy chest was an 18 inch double-ended black dildo. He then covered that thing with Crisco and roughly shoved it up my ass, pushing and twisting until I took over half. Then, at my request, he ripped it out of me. I just love the feel of that long piece of black rubber being quickly pulled out of me. Now it was time for me to take his now probably poz load. He shoved his very average cock into and began fucking. Actually, I was so sore from the biting and dildo work that I didn't feel all that much. However, knowing that he had been letting poz guys use him for months drove me wild. After maybe 10 minutes Brian began moaning. Now this was a new thing. Though Brian loved to talk he was not particularly noisy. I, on the other hand, could wake the dead. With one, final groan Brian's cock began to pulse and I felt his pig load enter me while I shot all over the towel beneath me. Generally, Brian would leave after he came. However, this time he just continued playing. We took a breather to let the load soak in. Then, he shoved the dildo back into me, twisting it around to rub his questionable cum into my ass walls. Then it was back to the rim seat for more chewing. >We did this for quite a while and I was hoping he would get hard and fuck me again. Meanwhile, I came several more times, but Brian is really only a one shot wonder and we eventually called it a night. Brian and I managed to hookup a few more times over the next year or two, each time with tales of more poz loads he had taken in NYC. Eventually, he moved to NYC permanently and we fell out of touch. Where ever he is, I wish him well and an ass full of dirty cum.

Thanks for the comments. ---------- Part 15 - Testing… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, Testing… Aaron parked the car he borrowed from the car rental company and walked the block to the clinic. His stomach was in knots he was so nervous and was afraid he was going to vomit. His body still ached and his neck was swollen still but he needed to know what he was sick from. Walking in, he noticed a large waiting room with almost all young men sitting in the chairs. A few looked like they were still in high school and a few were older guys in their 40’s or 50’s, but most looked to be about his age or a few years older. Most of the people waiting were by themselves but there were a few pairs of guys and one group of four guys. He looked at his watch and realized he was over 30 minutes early and walked up to the desk and quietly told the male receptionist that he was there for an appointment. The guy smiled and asked his name and handed him some forms to fill out. Aaron checked the guy out, reading his name tag which said “Douglas” and noticed he had a pride bracelet like the one Mark had, which put Aaron more at ease. “Everything is confidential, so please be honest. We can’t help you if you don’t tell us everything” the receptionist said. Aaron took the papers and a pen and found a seat away from everyone else and started filling out the forms. He couldn’t believe how much info they wanted. “Date of last sexual encounter”, “same or opposite sex partners?” “Do you have individual or group sex?” “Do you practice safe sex? Yes/no/sometimes/mostly/rarely” “Do you consider yourself heterosexual, bisexual, homosexual, pansexual?” “how many sexual partners have you had in the past 30 days?” and it went on. He felt uncomfortable answering the questions truthfully and hoped that Mark was right about them not shaming him for being gay and the reckless sex he had been having. He finally finished the forms and took them back to Douglas who told him to take a seat and they would call him when the doctor was ready and then winked at Aaron. Sitting in the chair, he looked around the room. Every possible type of person was there - thin and fat; muscled or not; black, white, asian, hispanic and several he had no idea what ethnic group they were in; hipsters, preppy guys, average joes, hippies, jocks, cubs, bears, daddies and twinks; healthy looking guys and a few that looked not so healthy; one guy looked like some of the pictures he had seen of AIDS patients on the net. He kept looking over at the group of four guys and wondered what their deal was. “Who would go get tested for STDs with their friends?” he wondered. Soon a nurse came out and paged someone named ‘Steven’ and the asian guy from the group of four got up and went into what he guessed were the exam rooms. Finally a nurse came out from the door and called “Joe and Aaron.” Another one of the group of four got up at the same time Aaron did and they both went to the door with the nurse, the other guy, Joe, saying “Hi” to him with a smile and Aaron replied with a quiet “hi.” They were ushered down the hall and Joe was put in one exam room and Aaron the one next door. The nurse weighed him, took his temperature which was still a little high, and blood pressure which was quite high, probably from the stress. The nurse told him to stay seated and a doctor would be in shortly. When the doctor came in he had a very relaxed demeanor and seemed to be in his mid 30’s, wearing a lab coat over a shirt with a tie and dress pants and looking pretty athletic. The doctor looked over the forms that Aaron had filled out and Aaron saw a few smiles and a few frowns on the doctor’s face. “So, Aaron. It looks like you’re a pretty active young gay guy. Pretty normal, to be honest. Now, tell me about this illness you had this past weekend and why you’re worried about it.” Aaron explained what had happened and started to cry again. The doctor calmed him down and told him “Don’t be hard on yourself about this. Sometimes we meet guys that aren’t so nice and regret it. I’ve had my share. It’s my job to figure out if you did catch anything and then treat it.” The doctor did a few tests in the room and checked his throat, neck, and joints before having him undress completely and then examined him below the waist, including bending him over and examining his hole. Aaron started to get aroused as the doctor pushed a lubed finger into him. As he turned back around he was embarrassed to let the doctor see his hard-on. The doctor said “I guess that still works fine, then” he chuckled and then added “Don’t worry, most gay men enjoy anal exams so I’m used to it. So, the only thing left is to get some blood tests done. Between those and the cultures I took, we’ll know in a couple days whats really going on.” Aaron looked surprised “A couple days?” “Yeah, we have a lot of lab work between you and all the other patients you saw in the waiting room, so we won’t know the results until late tomorrow or Friday” the doctor explained. After getting dressed, Aaron got led down the hall to another small waiting area for the blood tests. There, he ran into the guy from before, Joe. Joe checked him out as Aaron took the seat next to him. “So, just a regular test or did someone give you something besides a good time?” Joe asked with a smile. Aaron looked at him with a horrified look and finally answered “Uh, not sure yet. Guess I’ll find out in a few days.” “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m just trying to break the ice. Most of us are here for the same reason. Nothing to be ashamed of” Joe said as he put his arm around Aaron’s shoulder squeezing it. The door opened and Aaron recognized the asian guy from earlier walk out towards Joe. “Fucking vampire took four vials of blood” the guy told Joe, who responded “You’ll survive, Steven” Aaron’s eyes got big. He hated needles and the comment was making him feel even sicker. Joe got up and went inside and Aaron slid down to the first chair as another patient showed up for a blood test. It was another guy from the group of four he saw before - the ginger haired guy that Aaron had stared at earlier. “Hey, don’t look so down. It’s just a blood test, not death row” the guy told Aaron as he sat down next to him. The guy reached over and squeezed Aaron’s leg saying “Hi, I’m Dennis. First time here?” “Uh, yeah” Aaron replied. “You get used to it. It’s the price you pay for getting laid” Dennis said with a laugh and then asked “You go to school here?” “Uhhh, no. I live south of here. I didn’t want to see my old doctor in case he said something to my parents” Aaron said after a long pause. He looked down at his feet hoping Dennis would just leave him alone. “Ah, gotcha. Been there, done that. Don’t worry, everyone here is cool and they’ll help you no matter what” Dennis said as the door opened and Joe walked out. Aaron got up to go in and was shaking as he walked into the room. Aaron looked at the guy that Steven had called a vampire earlier. He was a really cute blonde haired, blue eyed twink with a big smile. Aaron thought he could be a model. After verifying Aaron’s information and sensing Aarons uneasiness giving blood, the lab tech suggested that Aaron look at a painting on the wall and distracted him with a few jokes. Aaron barely sensed the needle going in and before he knew it the needle was out and his arm was bandaged over the wound. “All done! They probably have already set up a followup appointment on Friday to let you know the results. Don’t worry, just keep a positive outlook” the lab tech said with a wink. Aaron got up and opened the door. As he walked out, Dennis was walking towards him and gave him a piece of paper whispering “I don’t know if you’re interested, but here’s my number. Give me a call if you need to talk or want to get together.” Aaron walked back out into the waiting room and over to the receptionists desk. He said to Douglas, the receptionist, “They said I might already have an appointment set up for Friday.” “No, not yet. You can either just walk in and wait for an opening or set up a time. What works best for you?” Douglas asked. “An appointment. Anything after 10 and before 4, I guess” answered Aaron. “I have a 10:30am. That ok?” “Yeah” Aaron said, wondering how he was going to make it almost 2 more days. “OK, here’s your reminder card” Douglas said looking at Aaron with a smile “Relax, everything will be fine. Find something to do to keep your mind busy while waiting for the results.” “Thanks” said Aaron as he turned around. Near the door was three of the guys from the group all standing there looking at him. He walked towards the door trying not to make eye contact, but couldn’t keep his eyes off Dennis who smiled at him and gave him a gesture for Aaron to call him. Aaron walked outside and down the street. He got in the car and just sat there, shaking. “What the fuck have I done? My life may be over and I have to wait two days to find out. And what the hell, almost everyone in the clinic tried to hit on me!” The light was peeking through the curtains and Derrick rolled over and put his arm around Tony, pinching his nipple on the way. Tony moaned and awoke with a smile. “I heard the boys are getting tested today. What do you think their chances are?” he said to Derrick. “With as many loads as we gave those three, I doubt they’ll be neg, but Mark’s brother only let Mark breed him. I don’t know how toxic he is, so I’ll say 50/50 for him. We should probably go to the clinic too. My cock’s been dripping again” said Derrick. “Yeah, mine too. I tagged the new barback last night after we closed. Fuckin’ hot boy, but damn is he dumb. He believed me when I told him part of his job as barback was to take all the other employees bareback and he had a week to get bred by everyone or we would fire him.” Tony said. “Fuck yeah. I saw him hustling around refilling ice and glasses when I was there last night. Hot body, great ass and a big bulge” Derrick replied. “He got four out of 11 guys last night, so he’s on his way. Luis and I were the first to breed him and left him sloppy for the other two bartenders. He said he wasn’t a bottom, but by the time I shot my load he was begging to get fucked more. He should be knocked up pretty quick. I want to get him as a server for the other club. I think he’ll be good for that. Oh, by the way… any luck lining up special guests for the next party?” Tony asked. Derrick rolled onto his side looking at Tony “I had a couple guys that might be good. One guy called yesterday afternoon and told me he just tested poz, so he’s out. Too bad, too. He’s a hot muscle cub with an ass to die for. The other one is a good looking daddy, but I don’t know if the members want someone older. I’ve been meaning to ask the Joe or Kyle if they know any students that might be up for it.” “That might be good. Students are always looking for a few hundred extra bucks. Having a chance at getting knocked up is just a bonus” Tony said laughing. “Speaking of knocked up, I haven’t fucked you in days. Show me that pussy” Derrick said as he spread Tony’s legs. Rubbing his oozing cock around the ring, he lunged forward jabbing his cock into Tony’s hole. Tony grunted and pulled his legs back while Derrick kept thrusting his cock in. Between the precum and yellowish discharge, Tony’s pussy was sloppy and lubed for the punishment. Derrick never fucked slow and gentle, it was always with force and with purpose. The bed was creaking and Tony alternated between moans and begging for Derrick to fuck harder. The precum and ooze from Tony’s cock was pooling on his navel to overflowing. Tony stuck his fingers in and scooped some up and licked them clean. Derrick grunted and slammed in and Tony could feel his cock twitch and the warmth of his poisonous seed fill his body. Derrick pulled his softening cock out and fell back to the bed. “Damn, I still like breeding that hole just like when I charged you up.”

"Yeah pig, that's hot ain't it? Watching that big fucking daddy pounding his raw POZ black cock in and out of that white twink's fuckhole! So fucking perfect!" Trevor was squirming and spreading his legs wider as Daddy continued finger fucking his wet hungry pig cunt, while he stared hypnotized at the erotic dirty verbal poz fuck taking place on the screen in front of his wide dilated eyes. "Hell yes, Daddy, it's fucking hotter than anything I ever saw. And that white guy is begging his black Master for his POZ cock! I can't believe how horny it's making me!" I began twisting his nipple nearest me as I leaned in and began running my tongue sensually along his jawline and up to his ear, causing him to moan and squirm even more. "Bet you wish that was you on that couch with him instead of the white pussy boi, huh? Bet you'd love feeling that hard fat black daddy meat slamming into your pig hole balls deep again and again, wouldn't you? Feeling his hard muscled daddy's body pressed down on your back while he pistons in and out in and out? Is that what you want you horny tina loving pig bottom?", I whispered in his ear, loud enough, of course, for Daddy to hear. Trevor shuddered and groaned low in his throat. "So fucking hot, so damn fucking hot", he panted, "but, but I don't want to get pozzed. I'd love to have him fucking me and cum in me, but, oh no, I can't take poz cum!" He whipped his eyes around to look at leather Daddy and in a voice unsteady and unsure said, "I'm sorry daddy. I can't take poz cum in my ass. Can I? Oh, Daddy!", he moaned with a hunger in his voice even as he spoke the words. Daddy pressed his lips against the full wet lips of the tweaked up fuckhole on the couch between us and slid his tongue into the accepting mouth. I heard them both moan as Daddy's thick tongue began exploring Trevor's mouth. As they started making out, Daddy pulled his fingers from the cum pig's loosened wet hole and held his head gently in both hands as their kissing intensified. As soon as Daddy's fingers slipped out of Trevor's sloppy cum hole I reached into the bag of crystal, pulled out a couple of medium sized shards and used 3 of my fingers to slide them into Trevor's burning hole. His legs immediately spread wider and he moaned and bucked against Daddy as they continued making out and my fingers worked more tina into his already overloaded system. He finally pulled away from Daddy's sexy lips, panting loudly and throwing his head back. "Oh fuck yeah bro! Yeah work this pig bottom's hole over with your fingers. Feels so fucking GOOD!! Gawd I never knew, I never knew it could feel so good! My holes belong to both of you. Use it, fuck it, breed it...just don' stop! Oh please!!" As soon as he stopped talking we all heard the neg white twink in the video yell out, "Oh fuck YES Daddy! Fuck your boi's hole! Give me that big black poz cock! It feels so good....please Daddy, don't stop! Knock me up with your raw poz cock!" Trevor, lost in the sensations in his ass and the uncontrolled lust burning in his brain rolled his head back and forth moaning, "Oh yes daddy. Don't stop. Fuck me with your cock daddy. Fuck me hard with your POZ cock!" "Fuck yeah!" me and Daddy both let out together. "Hearing you say that, boi, has your daddy and pig bro so fucking hot! I know you don't want to take a poz cock and cum in your ass, but it's so damn fucking sweet hearing you beg like that! How about if we have some fun with some hot dirty verbal roleplay? Let us fuck your sweet hot pig pussy and we'll just pretend we're both poz, and you start begging us for our poz cocks and poz cum in your ass! I promise you boi, you will get fucked like you can't imagine..and I bet you'll love it to. What do you think, boi?", Daddy finished up as he leaned down and bit hard onto Trevor's pointed hairy nip and I rammed my fingers hard inside his cum coated hole. "So hot," Trevor moaned, "so fucking hot!" He raised his head up from the back of the couch and with feverish eyes full of dark need he looked at us both. "I need to get fucked. I need to be bred. Please Daddy, please bro....fuck me...fuck me with your hot POZ cocks and fill me up with your dirty toxic cum!" Hot damn! The pig was almost there! It was just a matter of time now..time and tina.

REGULAR FRIDAY NIGHT AT STEAMWORKS (1.12.17) Hey, Rawbros! Another edition of my bb experiences at Steamworks Toronto. I got to Steamworks at 9:30 for an eight-hour bb shift. Sounds like work (MORE like fun! LOL!). Last night was a bit slow. Perhaps it was due to being the start of December? You know, Christmas/seasonal/work parties and the like. Not the regular amount of guys. But bb sex was to be had. What was the old saying: when you have lemons, make lemonade? Something like that. Well, I got 3 guys to shoot their loads in my mouth. How tasty! They must have been SO ready to explode. It didn't take much effort on my part to make them shoot their delicious load into my mouth. One guy with a big dick was sitting on the floor and sucking someone else in the back darkroom. I couldn't resist his big dick, so I went to suck on it. Well, he was a happy camper and delivered a big cum shot into my mouth. Delish is all I can say!! Last night, I did get to feast on some really great boycunt (7 guys in total). You know you have a guy in the palm of your hands when he's moaning to your rimming job. This time no one came as a result of rimming. But it has happened in the past. I didn't get fucked but I shot my load into an anon guy via the darkroom. A grEAT night! Now onto more bb adventures. Ciao!

Part 4 My First Known Poz Load I knowingly took my first poz load just a week after my beloved Pilgrim Theater had been closed to make way for yet another parking lot. There had been rumors for months that the place was closing, but no one paid that much attention to it. After all, the theater had been there for 70 years and I even heard was being considered as a historic landmark (maybe JFK got blown there). So with much sadness I went to the theater known only as the Art Cinema. This is actually where I lost my virginity on that February day in 1981. I had stopped going once I discovered that the Pilgrim was much more fun. However, with no where else to go, I returned to the place where my sex life began. The first thing that struck me was an over whelming sense of nostalgia. The place had not changed in a decade. In fact, I saw many of the same regulars that I ran into when I was in my 20s. So to stay in the mood, I went into the bathroom stall I used to frequent. I was amazed to find it still had a door. I pulled out a joint and some poppers and preceded to relax and wait to see if there was any decent cock in the place. After only about 15 minutes a black guy (no, not the same black guy) came buy. I remembered him from the Pilgrim as a fellow bareback pig. How did I know? Easy, because I had tasted fresh loads while eating his ass on more than one occasion. He had even pissed all over me once in the Pilgrim's bathroom. He looked about as lost as I felt, but he brightened up when he saw someone he recognized. He came into the stall and announced he had to piss, but because of the cramped confines he wanted to piss in my mouth instead of all over my face and fat belly. Since I was very much into piss then (it was before I was diagnosed with acid reflux), that was no problem at all and he let loose with a very rank load of piss down my throat. Then I asked if he had any loads in his ass. Luckily, he had been barebacked by two black guys in the other bathroom. Unluckily, the stall was too small to get a good angle to eat his butt. I should have thrown caution to the wind and opened the stall door so he could bend over fully for a proper munching and felching. After all, neither of us were shy about such things. But since I had not been in the theatre for the better part of a decade, I opted for a bit of discretion. However, I did give it the old college try and got a taste of the strangers who had used him earlier. What happened next surprised me. I had always assumed he was a strict bottom when it came to sucking and fucking, but after he finished using me as a urinal, he asked if wanted some cum. I simply said "My mouth or my ass" but unlike the gang bang troll from earlier, we wanted my hole. So I proceeded to get him hard and what looked like a small prick became quite sizeable when erect. At that point I got up to bend over the toilet. While I was in mid turn I asked "You poz?" and he said flatly "Yah, does it matter?" I answered by completing my turn and assuming the position. I began sucking on the poppers while he fucked me for the next five minutes until he blew his dirty load into me hungry hole. As he pulled up his pants, I sat down again and shot all over myself. I had finally graduated into a full fledged bug chaser. Of course, I was very freaked out afterwards, not so much by what he had done, but that I let him do it. It also turned me on mightily, becoming to this day my all time favorite jack-off memory.

Part 3 The Phone Lines Even though I was now an active barebacker, and by some standards a very active one at that, it still took a while for the bug chasing thing to firmly take hold. First encountered it the first time I discovered the Boston phone sex lines. I had been out on a date with a perfectly nice but boring man and when I got home all I could think of was finding some high octane sex with some nameless stranger of very dubious virtue. I picked up a local gay rag to see what time the porn theaters closed when I saw an ad a line called 550-PIGG. I only had a vague idea of how these lines worked, but I decided to give it a try. At first it was very hard to figure out how the system operated, but eventually I got the hang of it. And after a few hours, I finally did manage to find someone. Actually, I had a terrific time. I met this guy named Jimmy, only 21 years old but already an accomplished sex pig. He actually made his living running phone sex lines. We partied, he fucked me, I fucked him, he pissed down my throat, and basically a good time was had by all. However, as we were starting the next round his office called (by this time it was early morning) and he had to go. So naturally I went home and tried to find someone new, figuring the next hookup would be as easily arranged as the first. Little did I know I had lucked out and that finding guys on the phone lines cold be fraught with difficulties and frustration...but that's for another story. So I was trying to find another trick on the line while taking a bath. I ended up talking to this guy and while we were going through the obligatory question and answer session about our looks, locale, and sexual tastes he mentioned that he was poz and wanted to cum in me. And guess what, I said as nonchalantly as I could "Sure." I think he shot at that moment, because he suddenly hung up. Come to think of it, I came about a minute later just thinking of the consequences of that one little word. As my life on the phone lines progressed, I encountered more poz men looking to fuck. Generally this was wicked late at night, a time when people are generally more interested in jerking off and going to sleep than hooking up. But it was these conversations that enflamed my desire for dirty seed and I began more frequently looking for other sex pigs, knowing that some of them undoubtedly would be poz.

Part 2 Three Pigs in a Stall So I guess my fascination with poz loads began with CJ. However, it did not really come to the forefront until the early 1990s when Dave and I parted company. The entire breakup had been very messy and painful, exacerbated by the interference of a beautiful but sociopathic bear named Paul. It was during this period that I started going to the porn movies in Boston's once infamous Combat Zone on a regular basis. I actually came out at one of these places two weeks before my 19th birthday and went regularly throughout college, so this was not a new scene to me. But at that time I was in sore need of a place to escape and the porn theaters provided me with much needed refuge. The sleaziest and most fun of these was the Pilgrim Theater, a once notable burlesque house that had fallen on hard time. It was filthy, and in disrepair, drugs were freely trafficked there, and it was considered a cheap flop house by nearly every vagrant in Boston. It was also total pig sex palace where one could do and get done just about anything with anyone. And at $7 for all day admission, it was the best bang for the buck in town. I remember one day I actually played hooky from work to go to the Pilgrim. I was in one of the bathroom stall downstairs when this black guy comes in. I had played with him before maybe a year or two before. I had sucked him off in the auditorium then he took me downstairs to piss on me in front of the guys hanging out at urinals and in the door-less stalls. He recognized me, came in, unzipped and pulled out a very nicely sized uncut cock. I sucked him for a while and at one point I looked up and asked him to fuck me. He said he would fuck me for seven bucks (the price of admission). I had never paid before and though I was tempted, I also didn't have the cash on me. The Pilgrim was, after all, not a place where one wanted to be carrying large amounts of cash...or wear clean clothes for that matter. After a while, the guy decides he doesn't want to cum just yet and goes back to the auditorium. About a half hour later, the black guy returns with this short, dumpy, middle-aged troll in tow. They enter the stall next to me. After a time I peek through the hole in the partition and see the black guy is fucking the troll. Very brazenly, I pull up my pants half-way, get up, and ask them to join me in my stall. They agree and still connected at the genitalia, they moved over. At first I started sucking the troll's cheezy, little dick as he was getting fucked. While I was doing it he was telling me about all the times he had been gang banged in the theater. After a while the troll decides to suck me, so we exchanged places. Of course, the black guy now thinks its my turn to get fucked and begins entering me with his dick still funky from the troll's public utility of an ass. I was really dry and tight, be he had some Vaseline on him, considerately lubed me up, and finally pushed his way in. When the troll realized what was happening, he grabbed my head and shoved it into his lap. I began sucking his pecker again. Finally, he announces he is going to cum and I asked "In my mouth or up my ass?" Since my ass was occupied and I don't think he felt like interrupting the black guy, he shot his pig load into my mouth and, of course, I swallowed. The troll decides to leave (maybe his lunch hour was over) and the black guys begins fucking me in earnest. As he fucked faster and harder I do remember distinctly saying to him "Don't cum in me." However, I didn't say it loudly or with great conviction and he unloaded in me without even missing a stroke. I was a bit freaked, but when he pulled out of me and I saw that little dribble of cum leaking from his big, black cock, what little trepidation I had melted. Now I don't know if either of these guys were poz, but they certainly could have been. Nevertheless, this is the moment when I became a barebacker... even though I didn't even know the term yet...and not only a barebacker, but one with a fetish for getting fucked raw by fellow sex pigs. And you know what, it didn't particularly bother me. I felt that an issue had been settled and I could stop worrying about it.

Part 16 - Connecting the dots Mark had been checking the intern at work out for a couple months. The company frequently got college students to come in and work cheap with the promise that if the company liked how they worked they would get an offer when they graduated. He could tell that the guy was hiding something and it wasn’t just that he looked uncomfortable in the corporate clothing of khaki’s and polo shirts. He could see there were several piercings that he didn’t wear at work, and he always seemed to be checking out the other people in the office but never said a word about what he did outside the office. Many people try to keep their private lives out of the office gossip, but Paul took it to new levels. Mark talked to his boss and got Paul to help him on his current project. They had spent a week together and Mark had caught Paul staring at him several times. Finally he called him out on it. Paul stammered for words, embarrassed that he had been busted but happy that Mark couldn’t see his crotch, since he was rock hard like he usually was around Mark. “Listen, it will be a lot easier if you just tell me what you’re thinking and why you keep staring at me. Is it the tattoos?” Mark asked? After a few false starts, Paul finally said “No one in the office knows, but I’m gay” and paused before he added “and there are a lot of hot guys that work here” and paused again before turning bright red and finished with “and you’re the hottest one.” Mark chuckled “Dude, about a third of the guys in this department are gay. Including me. Don’t be shy about it, its cool. Just don’t stare and stalk guys at work or it can get you in deep shit. That doesn’t mean that you can’t let them know that you’re interested in getting to know them better. Just keep extracurricular activities and work separate. Look, it’s about lunch time, lets go grab a bite to eat and we can talk more openly.” Paul gave a big sigh and a smile came over his face. “Thanks, I didn’t realize it was that obvious.” The two left the building and went to a deli that Mark knew of. They grabbed sandwiches and drinks, drove back and sat down on a park bench outside the office and began to eat. Mark broke the silence and said “You should be yourself at the office, unless you’re some twisted crazed maniac, of course. It would make it a lot less stressful when you only have one life to live, not two.” “I don’t think most people would like what I do in my off time” Paul replied. “Oh? You have some skeletons in your closet?” Mark asked inquisitively. “Kinda.” Mark probed a bit “It can’t be anything crazier than some of the stuff I’ve done, so give me a hint.” After a few moments, Paul asked “If I tell you, you won’t tell anyone about this, right?” “Of course.” Paul took a deep breath and said “I go to a lot of warehouse parties. I DJ sometimes, but usually dance and hookup. Sometimes I strip at clubs and get a lot of offers for, uh, services.” He stopped and looked at Mark, waiting to see if he looked shocked or pissed off. “That’s it? Kinkier shit goes down with some of your co-workers. I don’t think management would like to hear about the stripping and escorting, but you’re a hot early 20’s gay guy. Have fun, enjoy your life. Do the crazy shit that you won’t be able to when you get older. Don’t brag about it in the office, but be yourself. Hell, my boyfriend and I might even want to watch you strip sometime” Mark said with a wink. Feeling a lot more comfortable, Paul asked “You do things like that with your boyfriend?” “Yeah” Mark said, chuckling a bit “Last stripper we saw we took home for the weekend.” Mark could see Paul react with some surprise but also saw his cock twitch. “Well, I’ve been working on a new routine and if you would like I can give you a private showing sometime” Paul said with a big grin. Mark was stripping Paul in his mind and felt his cock get really hard. “Mmmm, I bet that would be fun. I don’t like to mess around with guys from work, though and I doubt I could keep my hands to myself with you stripping in front of me.” “Well, I’m just an intern and I doubt I’ll be around after the end of the year. I also like my customers to touch the merchandise” Paul said with a nudge. “What do you have planned this evening? Maybe seven?” Mark looked at him, shaking his head. “He’s bold, that’s for sure” he thought. “I should probably decline, but my cock says yes. I usually listen to it when I shouldn’t and it always gets me into trouble. I think seven is good. I’ll text Eric and see.” “I like trouble” Paul said as they got up and walked back to work. Sitting at his desk, Mark wondered what he just got himself into, but texted Eric anyway. “hottie from work wants to show us his new stripping routine. u up for it? 7pm” and he hit send. A minute later Eric replied “What? u sure u want to bang a guy from work?” “not sure it will go that far, but I do. U in?” Mark replied right away. “ya. It’s hump day and I’m gonna dick someone tonite ;)” was Eric’s response. Mark gave Paul his number and address and decided 7:30-8 PM would be a better time. The rest of the afternoon went quick and as Mark was about to leave for the day to get home and clean up, his phone rang. It was Joe and he answered “Hey, Joe, how are you feeling?” as he walked out to his car and started driving home. “Still dragging a bit, but a lot better than I was at the end of last week” Joe replied. “Good to hear. How is everyone else doing?” Mark asked. “Kyle and Steven are doing better too. Kyle hit classes on Monday and Steven and I were back Tueday.” “How’s Dennis?” Mark then asked. “He hasn’t gotten sick yet, but he keeps getting loaded from Tony, Derrick and Luis.” “He must have a really good immune system then!” Mark said laughing. “The four of us went to get tested today. Do you think its too early?” Joe asked. “Cool. Where did you go - the university clinic? I would think that a blood test it would show it, but you never know. I did mine a couple weeks after I recovered from the flu. Did they say when the results would be ready?” Mark inquired. “Fuck no, the university clinic hates fags. The only time I went there they told me I was going to burn in hell for being gay. We went to the Jones clinic. Most everyone that works there is gay. We have to go back Friday to get the results. There were a lot of people there today. I’ve never seen it that busy. There was this one kid there that looked like he was still in high school, scared shitless. Kinda cute, skinny with bleached hair and some colored streaks in it and big plugs in his ears. Bet he would be a fun fuck. Dennis was hitting on him pretty hard” Joe said. Mark’s mind raced as he heard Joe describe the guy. “Oh fuck. Uh, did you catch his name?” “Who, the kid Dennis liked? Uh, yeah. Oren or Aaron. Something like that. Why?” “FUCK! Uh, it sounds like the guy from the car rental place. I nailed him. Twice” was Mark’s response. “You what? Is he even legal? Does he know you’re poz?” “Yeah, he’s legal. Nineteen. He hit on me and I fucked him in the bathroom when I picked up the car and then again when I dropped the car off. And no, he doesn’t know I’m poz. He called this weekend all freaked out. He was sick and some guy who fucked him last week told him he was giving him AIDS. I sent him to the same clinic you guys went to” explained Mark. “Damn, bro. That’s twisted. Why did he call you?” “I don’t know. He said I was the only one he could talk to. He’s not really out and has just started getting fucked. If he has any gay friends, they are probably just as clueless as he is” Mark said and then continued “Listen, tell the other guys you gotta keep the chasing and gifting quiet with him. And me being poz, too. If you can, help him out. He’s a good guy. He just needs someone to guide him. I fucked up on that part and thought with my dick.” “OK, bro. I’ll let em know.” Joe said, rolling his eyes. “Let me know what the tests say. You might have earned your other tattoo” Mark said. “Oh yeah, I forgot to thank you for that. Thad told me about it at my last session. I’m trying to figure out what to do and where to put it. I’ve seen some hot pics on the internet and have a few ideas. I’ll text you on Friday morning when I find out the results” Joe said. “You’re welcome. Talk to you soon. Bye” said Mark and he hung up, sitting in the parking spot at his apartment. Mark got out of the car and shook his head. “How fucked up is this?” he thought as he entered the apartment. Eric was in the shower and Mark just stood there watching him through the steamy glass, rubbing his crotch. He started to take his clothes off and his phone rang again. “Fuck, who is it now?” Mark mumbled to himself. Picking up the phone he saw it was Aaron and he answered it “Hello?” “Hello sir, er, uh, Mark” Aaron responded. “Hey, did you go to the clinic and see a doctor?” Mark asked, pretending not to know. Mark could hear Aaron sobbing again before he replied “Yeah, I drove up there and saw the doctor. They took four vials of blood to test and the doctor checked me out. He even stuck a swab up my dick and fingered my hole.” “Sounds like a fun date” Mark joked before turning more serious “When did they tell you they would have the results ready?” “I have to go back Friday morning. I don’t know if I can make it until then. I’ve already thrown up twice since then from nerves.” “Aaron, relax. There’s nothing you can do at this point other than wait, so just go to work, hit the gym, watch porn or what ever you normally do and don’t dwell on what the results are going to be. Just deal with it when you actually know something” Mark said trying to comfort him a bit. Mark recalled his talk with Joe earlier and decided he should see if Aaron remembered Joe and his friends. “Was the clinic ok? Did they treat you well? Obviously they ask a lot of personal questions, but I hope they made you feel like you could trust them.” “Yeah, everyone was really nice. Even some of the other patients were friendly and tried to cheer me up. One guy even gave me his number. I’m not sure if he really wanted me to call him just to talk or whether he just wanted to fuck. He was really hot, but I don’t feel like ever having sex again. His friends were really cool too. But I feel like everyone was looking at me like ‘you’re a slut and are going to pay for your crazy sex life’” said Aaron. “Aaron, don’t beat yourself up. A LOT of people get an STD sometime in their lives. It’s what happens when you have sex with multiple people. And its natural to have sex with multiple people, especially if you’re gay. Maybe you should to talk to the guy that gave you his number. What was his name?” Mark asked. “Let me find the note. Dennis, I think” Aaron replied, fishing the scrap of paper out of his pocket. “Yeah, Dennis.” “You dog” thought Mark with a big grin on his face before asking Aaron “You said he was hot. What did he look like?” Mark figured if he could get Aaron to keep his mind off the tests, he would settle down and let Mark get back to Eric. “He was about six foot tall with reddish hair. He had a beard and a bunch of tattoos. And a smile that melted my heart. But he won’t want to talk to talk to me if I have hiv” Aaron replied. “It takes a lot of guts to give a stranger your number like he did. And you’re just turning away without even giving him a chance. Call him, talk to him for 5 minutes and see where it goes. Maybe he just wants to talk and that would be REALLY good for you right now. It will give you something to do and kill time before Friday morning. I have to go now, but I want you to let me know what happens when you get the results. No matter what the result is, you’re going to be fine. Life may be a bit different, but its still going to go on for a long time.” “Ok, thanks. I’ll be ok, I guess. Bye” Aaron said and hung up. Mark stood up and Eric was looking at him with a confused look. “Becoming a therapist, now?” Eric asked. “Nah, this guy I fucked when I was visiting my brother thinks he got pozzed from a guy last week. He needs some moral support” Mark answered. “Damn, that death stick of yours really gets around. You think you pozzed him?” Eric asked with a sly grin. “Probably.” Mark jumped in the shower and cleaned himself off and changed into shorts and a tank top and slid into some sandals just as there was a knock at the door.

The initiation What had I got myself into? I was now down in some sort of dungeon with three other 'novices' to be initiated into the “Fuck Club”. A friend had recommended I joined as the barebacking opportunities were numerous. Everything seemed normal upstairs after filling in but a few details, signing membership and consent forms and handing over my substantial subscription money. I also had to undergo some tests to ensure I didn't have any STDs. I was now downstairs being grilled by a sergeant major type dressed only in some leather gear with spiked collar, wielding a wooden baton. He looked sternly at us and stated “the first rule of the fuck club is that you must always fuck bareback.” “What do you think the second rule is?” I answered smartly “the second rule of the fuck club is that you must always fuck bareback.” “Wrong!”, he replied and proceeded to swing his baton at my groin making me double over in pain. “The second rule of the fuck club is this: during the first stage of your initiation during your first couple of weeks, it doesn't matter whether you are a total top or versatile, you are to behave as complete bottoms and accept everyone and anyone's bare cock and load!” “So, what's the third rule then?” I was still in great pain, but foolishly another of our threesome spoke out “To always obey your instructions.” “Very true but wrong!” and once again he swung his baton and another one of us doubled over in agony. “You will not be told the third rule until after your first stage of initiation is completed.” He pressed a bell and six large, well-built men dressed in similar garb came through into his office. He pointed at the guy still doubled over in pain and said “You two take him for his initiation; then he pointed to the other timorous guy and said “Throw him to the baying wolves” and then instructed the final two men to escort me to his private cell. The cell was fairly Spartan with manacles on the headboard of the bed covered only in a black plastic mattress. When we were alone, he stripped off his shorts revealing his impressive but still fairly flaccid cock and told me to suck it. I complied. It soon grew into an alarmingly big 10 inches. At which point he told me to turn round and attached my wrists to the manacles and with only my saliva as lubrication forced his huge dick right inside me. I was in agony as his cock violated my arse, ripping it apart, I felt violated as he forcefully thrust his cock in and out of me. He thrust his cock in my arse slowly at first, then began to thrust slightly more quickly. I felt just like his piece of meat. He was using and abusing me for his own pleasure, not for mine. He continued this hard thrusting with his enormous cock until a light winked on and off in the corner of the room. Suddenly, he went into overdrive, pushing his cock in and out vigorously. Then with a cry, he flooded my arse with his cum in long jets. He gave me a somewhat sinister smile and said “Welcome to the club! Now I'm sending you to Adam for your proper initiation, he's one of my best!” Once again, two hefty guys were summoned to take me to Adam. Adam was to be found in a cage in a corner of an otherwise large hall. It was very dark and could hear but not see the sound of fucking going on within this hall. At one point I heard a scream from what I believed came from the third novice in our group. I was taken into the cage, in which there was but a small red light to illuminate the dingy cell. It had a bench rather than a bed and what I presume to be Adam, already erect and raring to take my already raw arse. What I eventually perceived in this very dim light is that his penis was pierced with a series of studs along its length. I was made to kneel facing the wall with my legs off the end of the bench and the guy began to rub his cock up and down my bum crack. I could feel his dick was already sticky with precum. Then slowly and more considerately than the previous guy, he forced his penis inside me, I did, however, really feel his studs scraping my insides from the rough handling I'd previously received. He carefully began thrusting in and out, gaining a good tempo. I started to tolerate his studs despite the pain and began to enjoy the experience. This pace continued for some twenty minutes. The pain by now had largely subsided when his cock began to pulse as he came up my arse. I felt several jets of cum explode up my arse. He withdrew and his cum mixed with some blood dribbled out of my arse. “Welcome to the club!” he whispered in my ear. He then turned on a switch on the wall and I realised I'd been watched by a dozen others, all with their cocks out wanking to the sight of my initiation. At this point I was held with my arms and legs spread and tied to the bench. Lines formed at my head and my arse. The first man standing behind me and pushed hard and entered me while another guy forced my lips apart and placed his dick in my mouth. I could feel salty pre-cum sliding down my throat. Very quickly his cock body shuddered and my mouth was filled with hot, sticky cum. It ran out of my mouth and down my chin as well as down my throat. Meanwhile the man fucking me from behind let out a groan as he sent a sudden spurt of warm spunk inside me. He too said to me ”Welcome to the club!” Before I could realise it, another man had wanked his cock, giving it a couple of jerks, and shooting shot after shot of cum all over my face. It went all over my face. Meanwhile another man's cock took the place of the one who'd just shot his load inside me and started to slowly fuck me. After a while he thrust harder and then he just stopped moving with his dick all the way in. He released his load inside me too and gave the now familiar retort of “Welcome to the club!” He pulled out and another cock quickly took his place. His cock began to pulse and I got another arseful of cum, which then started running down my legs. The queue continued with guy after guy taking it in turn to fill me with their raw load and when they had emptied their cum into me, they all finished with the familiar refrain “Welcome to the club!” I was pretty exhausted by the end of the evening with at least a dozen loads taken and an aching arse to show for it with spunk and blood oozing from my insides. This pattern continued every evening for the next couple of weeks with Adam initiating me in front of other full members of the club and then many of those who watched taking it in turn to fill me with their loads. I must have taken a good hundred loads by the end of the first fortnight. By this point I was exhausted and not feeling very well. The owner of the club, who'd been my first introduction to the club advised me to take a rest from attending and return only when I felt fully better, then I would be ready for the second part of my initiation. He suggested I take paracetamol for my aches and pains, and felt sure I'd be right after a week or two. Although quite an ordeal I was determined to become a full member of the fuck club.

62 and tested POZ 9 DAYS ago.

It really has been all work and no play lately and I've spent the last few weekends including this one catching up on work at home. Early this morning I got a message from a Polish guy I've hooked up with a few times. He works nights at the airport and sometimes stops by on his way home to unload. He got here about 7.30 this morning and his cock was out almost as soon as he got in the door. I sucked his cock for a while, licked his hairy arse and then pulled my pants down and bent over. He slid up me, fucked me bareback and shot a nice big load of cum right into my arse. I've still got his load up me and my arse feels nice and wet. I've got to work this morning but I really want to take a few more loads today - so may post again later.

Part 24 It became clear that Thomas knew what he had gotten himself into as he began to beg to be 'knocked up' and for 'poz cum'. As people started to leave and Thomas was left with the twins and Steve he openly admitted that he had been looking to get pozzed so that he could be free to take any cock and load offered him and possibly poz a few neg asses along the way. This news got Steve thinking and as he looked and the fit, 18 year old asked him if he'd like ti work for him. Thomas didn't hesitate and answered yes without knowing any details. Thomas had a dark side from reading stories on Breeding Zone. He then asked Steve, "What would you want me to do for you?" Steve told him that there were many facets to his business from performing like the twins to being paid to have sex with someone. Thomas began to get hard while Steve went into detail on the money he could make starting with getting paid for his pozzing video that would be privately sold. Noticing Thomas's growing hard cock Steve asked him if he'd like to 'do something with his tool?' Thomas said he wanted to fuck the twin who had watched him fuck his brother. He added that he already gave his brother 3 neg loads and feels he should give his last few to his twin. Thomas had a talent of cumming without the bottom ever knowing it, especially when he's smoked some Tina. The twin in question took Thomas's place in the sling and before he knew it he took 4 loads from the soon to be poz friend. The fourth load was known since it was the largest and strongest orgasm. Thomas was eager to start working for Steve, but was told he could only start working after he had the 'fuck flu'. Thomas understood this and asked what the odds were that the bug took during his getting fucked by so many different guys. Steve told him that the odds were even money considering the rigs used to slam him with were dirty point from poz guys. Sure enough Thomas came down with the 'fuck flu' 10 days later. The first weekend after his recovery Steve had arranged a light schedule of clients and Thomas began his work. Some of the clients he met with wanted to show him off, some wanted to just party and fuck. During this time Thomas kept priming the pump (as he called it) with his nerdy roommate who he knew to be a closeted fag. Troy was his name and he was from a small farming town. Through the talks he had with the shy kid, he knew him to be a virgin. Troy asked a lot of question about gay sax and Thomas could see his little dick get hard as they talked. Thomas thought he's make a good cum dump working for Steve. He took the idea, along with a few pictures he took of his 5'6", 110 pound, brown hair and eyes, slim roommate for Steve to look over. Steve knew that with the right atmosphere and chemical enhancements Troy could easily be turned into the whore he was meant to be. Thomas made one request to Steve, he wanted to be the one to take his roommate cherry and give him his first taste of cock. Steve agreed and with his monthly party coming up the next weekend figured that would be the perfect time for this boy conversion of questioning, neg virgin to poz, cum dump whore. He supplied Thomas with GHB to dose his roommate with before they would leave for the party. All week Thomas started to tell Troy about this exclusive party he was invited too this weekend and that he was allowed to bring one person and he wanted to bring Troy. Troy felt special since he was going to his first real college party and an exclusive party. The night of the party Thomas suggested that they have a drink together before heading over to the party. As they walked across campus Thomas could tell the G was already starting to work on Troy so that when they arrived at Steve's Troy didn't really notice that there were no girls attending. The naked guys swimming didn't even seem to bother the G'ed out Troy, in fact he openly stared at the naked bodies before him, Thomas noticed his roommate gawking at the naked party goers and asked him, "See anything you like?" This made Troy blush and gave Thomas the opening he was looking for as he leaned in and gave his roommate his first real kiss. Troy seemed to naturally accept his roommate's kiss. Thomas made sure to introduce Troy to Steve, Matt and Bam Bam, before escorting Troy to a designated area where he could start to push Troy's buttons and start his journey to becoming Steve whore. The area was semi private with night vision cameras to record all the details. The two kissed again once they were in this secluded spot, this time the kiss was more passionate as Thomas slipped his tongue inside his roommate's mouth causing him to moan. Thomas knew he had to make this 'first time' for Troy one he would never forget. In fact it would be a feeling the soon to be whore would chase again and again as he would try to please any man he was going to be with after that night. As the long, passionate kiss ended Thomas whispered to Troy that with all the talking the two has done that he knew exactly what he needed and that they'd take it as slow r as fast as Troy wanted. Troy nodded in agreement as he leaned in for another kiss. This time as they kissed Thomas began to slowly undress his (now willing) roommate. Soon enough Troy followed his roommate's lead and worked to get his clothes off. In short time both were naked. Thomas first give Troy's 6" cock a light stroke before he made a quick move to give him his first rim job. As he keeled behind the naked roomy he dove in between his hairless ass as he began to lick the outside of his freshly washed hole. Thomas could still smell the faint hint of Ivory soap as he worked his tongue around and eventually into Troy's virgin hole moaning at the new found sensation he was experiencing. In Troy's slightly, bent over position he couldn't help but look between his legs and clearly see in the dim light Thomas's 8", hard, drooling cock bouncing with his heart beat. With the G releasing his inner desires he couldn't help himself as he asked, "Your dick looks so good, can I please suck it? I want to suck my first dick." Not wanting to disappoint, Thomas Stood up knowing (from his personal experience) that a good whore gets on his knees to suck cock. As he applied a little pressure to Troy's shoulders getting him to lower to his knees he let him know, "Of course you can suck my cock." As Troy assumed his new position on his knees Thomas let him know as he grabbed himself, "This is a cock, not a dick, if you want to suck my cock, do it right and please me, you'll need to follow my directions, understand?" Troy looked up and answered a simple "Yes." Thomas began to instruct Troy in the art of sucking cock. He first had Troy show his cock love with his tongue before having him take the head into his mouth. Troy was eager to please as he followed everything he was told. Troy was a little hesitant when it came time to take his roommate's cock into his throat. Thomas simply looked down at him and he knew his place and that if he was going to be good at sucking cock he'd have to learn to deep throat a cock. Thomas told him to breath in through his nose as he lowered himself onto his cock and to relax his throat as the tip reached the back of his mouth. Once his cock was there ready to enter he was to breath his cock into his throat. With Thomas's hand on the back of his head he had little choice as he felt his head being pushed down and the cock he was sucking slowly snaking its way down his throat. He did his best to follow the directions he was given. Just as he thought he was going to puke or pass out due to the lack of air, the hand on his head let up and he was able to slowly pull back. Thomas let Troy know that he did well for his first deep throating and asked if he was up to try again. As if sucking cock and deep throating was becoming natural to Troy (and it was) he bobbed up and down 2 times before burying his nose in his roommate's pubs. Troy repeated this a couple more times to Thomas's amazement and bring him close to feeding Troy his pos cum. Of course he had better plans for his poz seed. He pulled Troy off his cock as he lowered himself so that the two could kiss some more. While the two kissed Thomas asked, "Are you liking what were doing so far?" Troy answered with a "Yes" to which he was told, "Stand up and turn around, I was to eat that ass some more. Get you ready to lose that virginity you told me about." Troy had an idea where this was going and stood up and turned giving Thomas access to his ass. It was now time to get Troy's hole ready to be 'seeded'. Thomas had a small bottle of warming lube (warmed from the Tina mixed into it) along with a nice shard of Tina. He figured he'd tell the dumb farm kid as he started to lube his hole after a good rimming that he was 'opening' him up in preparation for his thick cock. Again Troy couldn't help himself as he began to moan while Thomas began to work his tongue around and then inside Troy's neg ass. Thomas again asked his roommate if he was enjoying himself. At first troy nodded yes, but then added, "OH FUCK! Take me, give me what you know I need. You know I want it all." Was Troy asking to not just be fucked, but to be pozzed? In the small farming community where Troy grew up it was very religious. It was so religious they never taught sex education in school. There was no information provided on safe sex, the use of condoms or HIV. Thomas knew all this and why Troy was ripe for the 'picking' (or pozzing in this case). Thomas knew it was time to 'lube' the neg boy up and start getting his ass hungrier for his cock. He alternated between tongue and finger as he let Troy know, "I'm going to start getting you ready for what you really need." Troy again could only nod in agreement as he felt the transition from tongue to fingers. The first bit of tainted lube pushed in by a single finger into his tight hole made Troy gasp. It was followed by a little more lube and a second finger as Thomas slowly worked his fingers stretching and tearing at the walls getting them ready for his seed to be planted. A low moan was still escaping through Troy's lips as more lube was added along with a third finger. When Thomas pulled his three fingers from Troy's hole he marveled at how his hole seemed to stay open a few seconds as if it was asking for something more. Thomas knew exactly what it was asking for and knew it was time to booty bump the unsuspecting roommate. Thomas took the Tina shard with some more lube and slipped it inside as he let Troy know he was almost ready after he stretched him open some more. With his three fingers he pushed the shard in as far as it would go and then began to flex his fingers so that Troy would think the slight burn was from having his hole stretched open to accommodate the poz spike that was ready to breed him. Troy's ass began to respond as the shard inside him was almost completely melted. He began to grind his ass backwards onto Thomas's hand trying to get more inside. Thomas knew he was more than ready as he stood up behind his roommate, wrapped his arms around his body, positioned his cock at the entrance to his neg ass and slowly applied pressure trying to breach the outer ring. What surprised him was Troy pushing back and trying to impale himself onto his cock. As his cock head popped inside Troy let out a decent moan that was sure to be heard by anyone around the corner at the party. Both of them held still as Thomas first kissed Troy on neck before whispering, "Breathe in and just stay still, breathe in and relax, let your hole get accustomed to having a cock inside." The two were frozen still. As much as Thomas wanted to just go ahead and plow on in and fuck he knew that he needed to let Troy enjoy his first fuck, to learn the pleasure his ass would give others as well as the pleasure it would bring him when he let anyone fuck him. As the two stood there Thomas could feel Troy's hole start to relax and open up as it accepted his hard cock. He was already heavily leaking precum as he asked Troy, "How are you doing bro? Are you ready for some more of my cock in your hole?" Troy not only nodded he began to push back as Thomas took the cue and slowly pushed forward. Troy couldn't understand how all of a sudden he felt this hunger inside his ass that could only be satisfied by being filled by a dick, no not a dick, a cock. As he continued to moan he turned his head a little and asked Thomas, "Push it all in. Please push your cock all the way inside me. Make me yours." Thomas replied, "Only if your sure." About a third of his cock remained to be pushed inside as Troy nodded yes and added "I'm sure." Thomas first gave Troy a kiss on his neck. He didn't need to be asked again. With the position Troy was in and the hold he had on his body gave him the ability to thrust forward sinking his cock balls deep and eliciting a yelp (that was definitely heard by the party guests) followed by a satisfying moan. Thomas held still allowing Troy to get used to his thick, 8" cock before he st about slowly pistoning in and out of the former virgin. It took about 10 minutes for Thomas to give Troy his first poz load. The next load took a little longer. Troy continued to moan as Thomas began to fuck him making Thomas wonder if this was just cause it is his first time getting fucked or would he do this with anyone who fucked him as a whore. Thomas made sure that Troy was enjoying his fucking, although he figured he must be since he was pushing back to meet his inward thrusts. Thomas said, "I can tell your enjoying my cock inside you." Troy replied, "Yes I am. Are you enjoying having your big, thick cock inside me?" Thomas gave a nice hard thrust as he was close to delivering his second load and answered, "What does that tell you" while giving Troy a couple more hard thrusts eliciting the former virgin to moan with each one. Troy then asked, "Fuck me like you know I need to be fucked. Give it all to me. I want to feel you explode inside me." He had no idea what he had just asked for and Thomas wasn't going to let him down as he moved his arms from around Troy's body to placing his hands on Troy's hips as he began to power fuck his roommate. He delivered 2 more loads without Troys knowledge before his cum dump said, "Your cock feels so hard, so big inside me. It feels so good to have your cock inside me. Fuck, I need your cum inside me making me yours." The cum already inside Troy had him marked. The drugs he has already had, and soon to have more, will cement his brain to chase this feeling again and again with every man he is paid to service. Thomas was really pounding into Troy. He asked his fuck toy, "Are you sure you're ready for me to breed your ass?" Troy nearly shouted, "Yes, fuck yes, breed me!" That was enough to send Thomas over the edge as he slammed into Troy deeper than he had past the deep internal ring) and shot his biggest load. As the two were recovering from their fuck Thomas noticed a figure in the shadows. He knew it was Steve.

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

Liam was 21, had dark tanned skin, curly black hair and a lean, atheletic body. He was masculine and in the closet. Even though he was gay, he still fucked girls to prove himself to his friends, something I found pathetic. Him fucking me was pleasurable, but he always insisted on a condom despite the fact we were both neg. It irritated me: we were both clean, so why wouldn't he dump his load in me? Liam had told me previously that an HIV scare when he was younger turned him away from any unprotected sex, so it was a condom or nothing. I could accept this for a while, but as time went on he started to take me for granted, expecting me to make all the effort to get his plastic-covered dick inside me. But he was hotter than fire and had an amazing physique, so I put up with his bullshit for a year. One night I was desperately horny to top someone, so I invited him over as he had always told me he was vers. But when it came to fuck, he refused to bottom, let alone take my load. "I bottom for masc men only, fag," he told me. I decided that it was time for him to overcome his fear of HIV. I formed a plan. That week I created a Grindr profile on my phone and my tablet. On the tablet I found a picture of the only type he bottomed for: A tall, muscular, masc man. I used that picture to set up the fake profile of a man who I named 'Jim' I used a fake location app to move 'Jim' to Liam's area, and immediately began chatting him up. Soon Liam was begging to bottom for the imaginary 'Jim', but as expected he stated that he only did protected sex. "Don't worry," I explained through the 'Jim' profile. "I'm neg, and I ALWAYS use a condom." I spent days teasing him, leading him on, making him hungry to feel 'Jim's' cock deep in his ass. Then I moved to the next part of the plan. "I want to use u at night in a park." I explained through the 'Jim' profile. "To go there, find u on ur hands and knees with ur ass in the air ready to b fuckd. SAFE only tho!" I smirked. Liam took the bait, agreeing to be fucked, provided Jim wasn't rough because, in Liam's words: "I don't btm much." Now the first stage of my plan was in motion, I moved to the second stage. On the phone I created a fake profile with a picture of Liam. Then I searched my city for any poz man I could find, pretending to be Liam, explaining that I wanted unmedicated poz loads only. I found some poz profiles, and explained using Liam's fake profile: "I have a fantasy. I want to be raped in a park by a poz guy. I'll wait with my ass up in the air, and I want to be held down and have my hole raped with NO LUBE or spit. I want it rough, raw, bloody. I want a poz load in my torn up ass. I want to have any screams, tears or begging to be ignored, I want the real experience. I want me and my ass to be abused and used with no mercy. If I try and move I want to be held down. No safe words, no games. Pure charged poz loads in my ruined hole." I got more responses than I could've hoped for. Soon I set up a time and place, continuing to flirt with Liam using the 'Jim' profile so he would become hornier and more open to suggestion. Then the final part of the plan came about. The night of the event had arrived. I messaged Liam using the 'Jim' profile.. "I was thinking how hot it will b if ur blindfolded when I start fucking u. It will b so hot. I'll take the blindfold off at the end so we cum together " As I expected, Liam was hesitant, but I eventually I convinced him to do it for just the first minute of the fuck. Liam told me his hands were shaking. I told him I was excited to meet him and have some safe fun. Liam arrived at the huge park and walked to the very back where he would be furthest from the road... and anyone helping him. He got on his hands and knees like I had ordered him earlier, and he pulled his pants down to his knees, exposing his ass to the night air. He pulled out a piece of fabric and bound it over his eyes. He waited. Around the corner were 9 highly-charged, poz men who had arrived earlier in anticipation. I'd told them through my fake Liam profile to look out for other poz men who might want in on the action, and they'd noticed each other and gathered as a group to give a young, toned masc jock the gift he had been begging for for weeks. As per my request, they had phones ready to film every painful, dirty detail. Liam messaged 'Jim' that he was ready and putting his blindfold on. He reminded me "Safe Sex Only", and promised he'd leave if I tried anything. I relayed the first part of the message to the waiting men, and like wolves they silently approached the naive young man, unknowing that they were all being used to rape an innocent, unsuspecting neg boy. As the rape began, I blocked Liam on 'Jim's' profile and then deleted it. The next day I asked the men to send me their videos and pics of the night. They all mentioned how hot it was that Liam struggled and cried so much, thinking it was mainly an a roleplay act. The videos showed Liam being set upon by the group and held straight down on the dirt by the men as one by one they shoved raw, dry poz dicks in his tight, hairy hole. He had screamed. He had begged. His hole tore and bled. Toxic loads became the lube of each successive stranger until they had all fucked him more than twice and cum leaked out of his red orifice and dribbled down his bruised flesh onto the ground. After a while, Liam had stopped struggling and instead lay on the dirt crying, poz loads swirling around inside his bloodied, torn guts. Each man dressed and walked off from the crime scene. I saved the videos on my computer and still watch them regularly. The image of Liam being raped again and again for more than an hour makes me instantly hard to this day. I deleted all the Grindr profiles I had used in the crime and went back to my own personal profile where I had favourited Liam and where we usually arranged hookups. His profile was offline for more than 3 days before he finally came back online. I waited another few days so it wasn't suspicious then messaged him. "I'm so horny, I've missed you, sexy!" "Hey... I dont kno." He replied. "Im... not sure I can do sex anymore." He paused for a long time before adding "I want to see u. Im going through a lot right now and Im an emotional wreck. I dropped out of uni bcuz some shit happened that im still getting over. You're a really nice guy [NAME REDACTED]. Plz see me tonight?" I smiled. "I'm kinda busy. Next week?" "OK, I'd like that." Liam replied. "Thanks for messaging me. I rly need someone to talk to." A week later I asked if he wanted to see me. "Im not feeling well today." He responded after a delay. "I think Im coming down with the Flu."

Good Friends Are Hard To Find ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “Believe me… he is totally into you” Jason made a serious face. He sat with some of his friends in a gay club. His friends were Tom, Mike and Seth. They didn’t know Seth all too well though. Beautiful Seth… The guy just turned 18 and had his coming out the day before. Of course it was all exciting and new for him. It was fun for Jason and his two best mates to lead Seth into disenchantment. They met him just yesterday and of course they tried to get into Seth’s pants, but the boy had the imagination, a prince on a white horse would come around and they would love each other forever and live happily ever after…. The three brats were disappointed, that Seth denied all approach. And what was even worse, he did all that without being nasty or belligerent. He was simply sweet and innocent – through and through. “Let us do the thinking for you. We know what’s best for you…” Tom mentioned. “There are many dysfunctional people out there, but with our help you will find your first steps on this path safely.” Tom added. “Look at you… with your short blonde hair and your cute blue eyes, all the guys will try to rip you apart and steal your innocence. And it is so inspiring, to meet a young guy on the verge of his first leaps into his sexuality….” Mike proclaimed. “… and love…. don’t forget to find your true love….” Jason continued. “Yes… I was in love before, but always with heterosexual guys of course” Seth sighed. “See – and with our help you will obtain your true and eternal love” Jason almost sang. Seth didn’t see the nasty look in Jason’s eyes. He didn’t know, that the three guys made a deal the other night. They would try to drag the virgin down in the most vicious way – to get him as many dates as possible with POZ tops. Seth looked down shyly and glanced at his glass of coke “You guys totally rock. I am so clumsy when it comes to boys….” Seth mumbled. “You shouldn’t be. Look at you, you are gorgeous.” they flattered him. “So… are there any good guys here?” Seth giggled cutely. “The first thing you got to do is to look…” “At his eyes!” Seth completed Jason’s sentence. The three guys laughed loudly. They almost couldn’t calm down. “His eyes” Jason repeated and giggled merrily. “No… No - serious now… You need to look at his bulge.” “I am supposed to look at his bulge?” Seth was irritated. “I always looked at the eyes” he mumbled. “Maybe that’s the reason, why you are still alone… Look: Of course you scan the area first. But your brain decides in some seconds, if the guy is ok for you or not. If your heart agrees, that you could imagine more than just a meaningless romance, you have to direct your gaze at the guys bulge immediately.” Tom smiled. “If the guy notices your gaze, his detection starts and he decides if you two are a match made in heaven, or probably not. If the guy winks and smiles, you are almost there. If he even parts his legs, then it is probably, because his cock gets hard. Try to compare then, if his bulge grows.” Mike partly completed the advices. They could see the confusion in Seth’s eyes and it was so much fun for them. “I forgot, it is absolutely necessary, that you lick your lips while focusing your gaze on the bulge” Jason added seriously. “This looks so trashy, don’t you think?” Seth asked. “I don’t know… I never thought about it that way. I just read once in a scientific essay, that this kind of gesturing would start chemical processes in our bodies” Jason lied. “Wow… and all this happens in just a couple of seconds? Cool….” Seth looked astonished. “If you are brave enough, you could walk up to him and check on his dick. If it is hard, he is truly interested in you as a person. You just need to touch his cock. And if you are massaging it softly, you signal to him, you are open for a serious relationship” Tom sighed. “Sounds great….” Seth smiled excitedly. Seth started an unauthorized first test. He looked at a guy at the bar. His name was Rob, but Seth didn’t know that of course. Rob had seen the newbie last night, and truly thought he could make a difference in this superficial scene. So now he was amazed, that the cute twink looked him straight in the eyes. Rob smiled at first, but then the boys eyes wandered downwards to his crotch. And if that wasn’t enough, the cute guy from last night licked his lips like a cheap whore. It was truly disgusting. He was extremely disappointed and turned around. ‘Only degenerated people’ Rob said to himself. “See… the guy was not interested in a relationship with you and his reaction made it clear” Jason seemed to be relieved. “Too bad… he had nice and caring eyes…” Seth sighed sadly. He didn’t know, he just wasted a chance to meet an honest and loveable guy. “Don’t start another test yet. What will you do, if you and Mr. Right found each other?” Jason wanted to know. “We will sit and talk. Maybe go out for a walk and get to know each other better” Seth beamed brightly. “Wrong!” Seth exclaimed. “Who gave you those crazy ideas? This is not working in a place like this. You can be romantic later, but before that you need to examine, if you bodies go together.” Seth thought about his parents. They seemed to be happy. Maybe this was simply a gay thing. No wonder he didn’t know about it. He lived in the closet all his life. He even had girlfriends, but he never had sex with them. Seth knew all along, that he was different. “So… what do I have to do then?” the boy wanted to know eagerly. “Usually the top guy will lead you to a place to consummate your union” Mike explained. “And since the chemical reaction won’t last too long, it has to be a place nearby. Mostly you will pull back to the darkroom or the stalls. But it is also okay, if all those places are taken, to solemnize the relationship on the backseat of a car. It is okay even, to do that outside, or behind the trashcans” he lied to Seth. “So this would be my first time also?” Seth seemed to be shocked. “I won’t lie to you, but no one said it would be easy. The men, who are shooting their love seed into you, are also looking for someone to love” Mike couldn’t almost keep his face straight. “They are vulnerable, just like you! And yes - maybe you will need another try, and one more try after that, to find you true love. Isn’t that an acceptable price to pay?” he asked almost solemnly. “I guess so. It would be so great to find someone I could rely on and who cares for me” Seth mumbled. He was a bit worried though. Mike mentioned something about ‘shooting the love seed into his body’. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered to protect himself, but he didn’t remember why? Suddenly he knew it. His mom always told him about condoms, to make sure his girlfriends wouldn’t get pregnant. Seth chuckled to himself. He wouldn’t be in danger to get pregnant, he guessed. “What about this guy? He ordered just a drink. I mean the one, with the black jeans and the white wife beater. He is not too old and seems to have money, as far as I have heard” Jason whispered. “I don’t care for money. There are more important things.” Seth said truthfully. “Exactly! Big dicks for example! Now shut up and check him out now!” he ordered. Simon (with the black jeans) was waiting for his drink when he turned around and saw the four guys sitting at one table, observing him. Seth immediately gazed at the man’s crotch. The dominant male had spotted Seth’s gaze immediately. His cock made a notch and Simon started massaging his junk through his jeans. Slowly he walked towards the twinks, never losing his grip. He was definitely well amplified in the cock department, but since his dick grew hard now, his bulge grew vividly. You could clearly follow the outline of his cock through his fabric. “Ladies….” Simon greeted them in a deep voice. “Do you like what you see?” he asked and nodded into Seth's direction. ‘What you see is what you get’ thought Seth instead and was scared…

Another Thursday night and thought I would be stuck at home watching TV as nothing ever happens much during the week. Well, I was online and got a message from a guy that has been after me for awhile. He sends me smiles or winks or oinks all the time but has not made contact before. He wanted to know if I was interested in coming over. I had no plans and was kinda horny and so after knowing that I was "on the clock" and "up for a party", he gave me directions to his place, which was pretty close - only about 10 miles away here in Atlanta. He asked me to bring along my leather gear of chaps, boots, hat, and harness. A leather man at heart I guess as his profile did not have any leather pictures or anything close. Got to his house in suburban Atlanta in a normal quiet neighborhood. He told me that his basement door would be open, and that to just change into my gear in his garage, assume the position of a sub, put on the given blindfold, and be prepared for an overnighter. I got there and saw the basement light on and door cracked. Yes, it was the right place. Entering the basement I felt like a burgular or something, there was no sign that anyone was home other than another car out front and all the lights were off except for the basement door light. I looked around to see like a workshop down there. There was a white towel placed on the concrete where I was to assume the position and next to it was a mirrored tray, my money for the night, a bottle of lube, a couple of lines of coke, and a garbage bag for my clothes. I quickly took off my clothes, changed into my leather gear, got in position, did the lines of coke, lubed up my ass with one of the lines of coke too and put the blind fold on. I waited for awhile and then I heard the jangle of keys and someone coming down the stairs. I sure hope this was my guy and not someone else. I did not have to wait long until a hand rubbed my hairy ass and then a finger with a rock of meth on it plunged deep into my ass. This guy meant business from the getgo. I stayed in position as a hood was placed over my head. It was a special hood with a dildo plug for my mouth so I could not talk or cry out. I could not see or talk but only breath through the nostrils of the hood. Staying in position, I then smelled poppers being placed under my nose. I deeply inhaled not knowing what to expect next. Still no verbage, just silence and waiting. Ankle cuffs were then applied to both ankles with what sounded like a spreader bar inbetween. I tried to close my legs together and sure enough the spreader bar was there. Noticing this, the guy just slapped my ass and I heard laughter in the room. I was then helped to stand on both sides, and then was the first clue that there was more than one guy in the room. Wow, I did not count on this, and started to panic. I guess the bootybump had had time to take effect because once one of the guys inserted a figer and worked it around I seemed to calm down a lot. I was led out of what I guess was the basement into another room. I guess it was a room as I heard a squeaky door open as I was walked into it. The guys turned me around a couple of times I guess to disorient me. They needn't bother, I was not in any situation to resist. I was then helped to lay back in what I guess was a sling or a bench or something. My legs stayed at the floor with the spreader bar in place. I started sucking on the dildo hood pretending it was a big cock in my mouth. Some more laughter from my captors and heard chains rustling around and dungeon music, for no other words, started to play. In my mind I could imagine a fully stocked dungeon with lots of leather, toys, gear in it. I had not idea, I was blindfolded, legs cuffed and chained and gagged. My imagination was working overtime. Time passed as I layed in the sling and listened to the music. I could hear computer keys being pressed and mumbled conversation in the far corner. After sometime, a turniquet was placed around my left bicep and right bicept trying to find a vein in order to slam I thought. I was right, I felt the needle enter, a quick swab and then my left arm was raised high over my head. So high that I could not bring it down, seems I was chained to whatever held me there. Then my right arm also felt the needle enter it. I had never had a double slam before. Could I handle it? That and a bootybump? Strangely I did not cough. Maybe it was the double dose or maybe it was the dildo hood that was in my mouth. I knew I was blindfolded but I started to see colors of blue and green then red streaks. I felt like I was alone somewhere in a dark cave. Well, I was not alone.... Hands started to rub all over my hairy chest, pulling on my nips, and applying something cold and wet to my ass. Yes, I was flying high and about to get pounded....

Remember, this story is fictional. The expected text message arrived. “Embassy Suites, room 505 in 30 minutes.” It was time for me to get pozzed. I had met the breeder on BZ. He was a traveling business man and I knew he eventually would be back in my city. We had chatted for weeks about how my no-kidding pozzing would go down. He had told me three days ago to be ready this afternoon. He would text as soon as he was in his hotel and ready. I had been waiting for the text. I was squeaky clean inside in preparation for the breeding that was to come. His VL was 500,000 and for some reason he had taken a special interest in converting my negative bottom. We had discussed and agreed on the way everything was going to happen. It was going to be a business-like breeding. As I drove to the hotel, I reflected on all of his instructions to ensure I followed through on everything. I had remembered my toothbrush and it was dry with stiff bristles. He was going to tear up my bottom really good to ensure my hole was ready to receive his gift. “Wet bristles are not as stiff” he had told me. I texted, “I’m here, coming up.” as I entered the lobby. I realized there was no backing out. I was a little nervous realizing that the next time I was in this lobby that I would be almost definitely poz and the years long chase would be over. I smiled at that prospect as I was anxious to transform from a chaser to a gifter. I was dripping pre-cum as I entered the elevator. I wondered, “Am I crazy, what am I doing walking on my own to willingly take something into my body that will, in time, kill me?” But I was true chaser and that was exactly what I wanted. I got off at the 5th floor and quickly found the door, which was ajar as I had been told that it would be. My instructions were to enter the room, lock the door and strip naked leaving everything, except the toothbrush, by the door. For that reason I was commando, just shorts, a shirt and sandals. I wanted no delay getting out of my clothes. I knew that he would be watching from the darkened bathroom. I took a deep breath and entered. It was a two room suite with the bathroom in the middle. The room was dark with only a small nightlight on so that I could navigate. As soon as I was naked, I picked up the toothbrush and walked past the bath where I could almost make out his form and straight to the bed as I had been instructed. I placed the toothbrush next to me and got ass up, head down on the bed. He finally spoke, “Well done. I can tell that you are ready,” he was naked and erect as he walked out of the bath and picked the toothbrush up from the bed. He surprised me be planting his tongue between my ass lips and rimming me deeply for a few minutes. It felt great and relaxed me. A good rimming always makes me horny. He was also checking for signs of lube. His instructions had been clear—no lube. His entry into my hole was going be hard and violent; no lube was allowed. After a while, he stopped rimming and I felt the stiff toothbrush pass through into my hole. He was turning and brushing firmly but not roughly. I had been brushed before on many occasions, but this was the most thorough. He worked over my prostrate with the brush and I started to enjoy the experience, dripping copious pre-cum onto the pre-positioned towel. He pulled the brush out and flipped on a light so he could examine it—it wasn’t bloody enough so he stuck it back in and worked my innards over harder. After a few more minutes he pulled it out and was happy with the result. He announced, “You are ready to receive my seed.” Setting the toothbrush aside, he stood behind me and reached around grabbing my nipples and giving them a vicious twist. I loved it and almost blew my pent-up neg load right there. “I am going to fill you with my toxic AIDS cum,” he said. “There is no escaping it once the head of my cock passes into your hole you are committed and will take my high VL load deep inside of you and you will become HIV positive and likely develop AIDS in a couple of years.” After he said that he spit on my hole and began rubbing his cock into me slowly. “Are you ready?” he asked. “Do your worst,” I responded. “I intend to. My cock is the instrument of your death. I am going to free you from your current existence and fill you with disease and death,” he responded. I felt the tip of his well proportioned, about 8 inches cut, cock take up an offensive position on my hole. I knew it was going to happen soon. “Last chance to change your mind. You know what is coming next,” he whispered almost hoping that I wouldn’t hear it. I remained silent. He was still for about 30 seconds until I said, “OK.” With that, he reached around me and drove his steel-hard toxic dick into me not stopping until he was balls deep. I screamed in agony as I felt both sphincters being torn apart by the thrust. I could tell that I was bleeding as he pulled back and slowly began to abuse my insides with his cock. I began adjusting to the cock of death that was inside of me and his hardness soon began to make my prostate sing in ecstasy. The fucking continued and every so often a vicious thrust would be included to continue to wreck my hole and ensure the it was properly prepared to receive his seed. My own cock was getting hard and soon I exploded in what was likely to be my last neg load onto the towel below me. Looking down I could see spots of blood from my bottom staining the hotel-white towel beneath me. He reached around and grabbed my nipples twisting them until I felt as if he would tear them off. He stopped and withdrew his cock from my abused bottom. “Turn over on your back, I want to look into your eyes when I poz your ass,” he barked at me. I did as I was told and spread my legs. He twisted my nipples again and I looked at his blood covered cock as he drove it mercilessly again deep into me. I cried out again in pain and he smiled. Looking into his face I could tell he was enjoying this a lot more than I was. But, strangely, the pain from each slam of his cock into me reminded me that that I was getting what I wanted. Having made me cum so quickly meant that the rest of the breeding would be more painful and less sexual for me—another cruel trick. I felt his cock grow larger, and I knew from experience that he was getting close. His thrusts became more regular and intense and his breathing changed. The larger cock tore open more of my innards—it hurt a lot again. And then he smiled—looked me straight into the eyes and drove his cock balls deep. I felt the first pulse of cum being delivered as he said, “You faggot, I am pozzing your neg ass and you are going pay for this with your life. I hope it is everything that you wanted.” He drove his cock deeper than I thought possible to ensure every drop of AIDS-laced cum was delivered deep into my bottom. After he was done delivering the load, he resumed fucking me to “work it into my ass.” I was in agony by this point and he smiled evilly. He fucked me for about another 10 minutes that seemed like an eternity and then pulled out. “Clean my cock,” he demanded. I was almost revolted as I saw the blood and cum streaked now softening cock presented to me. I could taste my blood as I sucked his cock clean. I figured I was a bloody mess as well. Once he was satisfied with my work he told me to go rinse the blood off my bottom in the shower. He had delivered his poison-filled load so deeply into me that there was no chance of any leaking out. While I rinsed he finished wiping off his cock with a wash cloth. The next part of the breeding was about to begin. I stepped out of the shower and toweled off. He was still naked, but had a needle ready. We were going to blood slam to ensure that the breeding was successful. We went back to the bed and he stuck the needle into a vein at the base of his cock and withdrew a couple cc’s of blood. He put a tourniquet around my arm to make a vein pop and I nodded which gave him all of the permission he needed to stick the needle into me, withdraw a few cc’s of my blood to mix and then inject the contents of the syringe into me. We were done. I was fucked and slammed. He made it clear that I was to leave and I dressed quickly and departed. Riding down on the elevator I realized that everything took about 30 minutes. I was hurt, sore, bloodied and incredibly happy all at the same time. I realized, as I opened the door to my car, that in 30 minutes I had gone from neg to poz.

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Howdy All. 38 y/o poz guy from Chicago here. A little about me...grew up in a small town with no out gay dudes, went away to college, decided gay was where it was at. Messed around with a few guys, thought it was cool. Let a dude fuck my hole for the first time, hated it!! Next time a buddy took his time and fucked me damm good, second dick in my ass got my cock rock hard and had me shooting loads with zero hands. I was fucking hooked and became a total bottom bitch. Nothing quite as much fun as sleeping with as many dudes as possible while attending a college with 60000 students. Especially when so many 19 year olds all wanna be top. I was happy to oblige as a bottom. I got to where I was dissapointed if I could find only one dude a night to fuck me, hoped for two or three. Also discovered an absolute love of big, thick, long dick. Also discovered that I loved letting dudes gangfuck me as well. Had a good friend who was President of his frat and he was totally closeted. Numerous frat parties found me hidden in a corner as a few closeted horny frat dudes fucked me like the little whiny bottom bitch I was At the time as a twinky scrawny ginger, I absolutely loved getting hung black and Hispanic dudes to fuck me, still love contrast of a big dark dick spitting open a scrawny white ass. Anyway, got to where I was more worried about finding the biggest dick to fuck me than anything. I’ll always be proud to know that we had this one stud on campus with a dick the size of my forearm, and not only was I the only bottom bitch on campus who could accommodate him balls deep, I then begged him to nail my ass harder and let him know I wanted to hear those sexy balls of his slap on my ass. I became the biggest slut on campus and was fucking proud of it! Began using lots of drugs and never really gave a shit about rubbers, only used em when the top insisted. I grew up totally repressing my inner fag for years, I wanted every inch of sexy college dick up in me and every drop of cum in me as well. Well, after probably getting deep dicked by 1500-2000 different dudes and shooting up heroin, surprise surprise’. I was poz. Totally threw a loop in my life. Was sick for a little while, rarely got laid because i was scared. Got freaked out, tried settling down and dating, hated it. This has gone on for a while. Just a couple months ago, I decided ‘fuck it’. A relationship will be great if it happens, but I want dick in the meantime. I’m shouting from the rooftops that I’m poz, I’m a fucking slut, and I want dudes with big thick, long, dicks to fuckin jackhammer my scrawny lil ass. Now I just gotta get my ass back to fighting weight and being able to take anything. Back in the day, it’d hold two donkey dicks and any other dick I’d try to get in there. Now, I don’t wanna tell a hung sexy stud that I’ll be begging for him to fuck me harder yet not be able to manage. Any tips for getting my mancunt back to full strength? Ive been a long time lurker and I do want to think everyone here. I’ve got a great career, great friends, good health, run multiple marathons a year, etc. Still, something was missing (hint: big dicks attached to sexy studs). This site has been great to let me know that fuck a monogamous relationship, it’s fine to be a manslut. Hoping soon to at least get back to many dicks a week at least and already thinking about my first bottom bitch in a gangbang since college. PS Can’t say it enough, I still absolutely love seeing the look on a hung studs face when this scrawny little ginger femmy faggot with a 28 inch waist would beg to for more I had me a video camera set up in college so I could record my ass getting split open by these dudes. I’ll always remember my straight roommate coming home one night after I was pretty drunk, horny, and not even caring This huge dude had me spit open and feeling good as he threw me up and down on his dick like a rag doll. He took one look at me, and asked, ‘how the fuck is that possible?!’ Anyway, I’m looking forward to getting my ass stretched out again and getting as many dudes to fuck me as possible I’m not quite the 19 Year old twinky little faggot slut i was, but am now a 38 year old tall scrawny little faggot bottom bitch who is in shape, runs 10 miles a day and still wants/needs/craves lots of big dicks shooting big loads up my ass at all times

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Took 5 last night. First up was an older white guy I’ve been hooking up with periodically for a few years. He’s an ass man. Loves to eat my smooth hole before he breeds it with his 7” cut cock. He always fucks me in his kitchen, lol. Before that even happened, I was messaged on A4A by another FB, and I told him it’d be an hour before I could get there. I didn’t tell him, but I wanted to get that first load before his and here’s why. He’s about 27, skinny as a rail African American with an honest to God 10.5” uncut cock that I need to work up to taking. Now this guy has fucked me in a variety of places over the last 5 years including his progression of low rent apartments, the back of my SUV, separate times in his workplace (a barber school and a college maintenance office), and in a park. This time, he told me about an empty house in his neighborhood which immediately got me boned. I get there and he leads me across the street to the basement of an abandoned house. On the cement floor of this unfinished basement is a dirty old mattress upon which I assume the position and popper up. He’s not much for foreplay so he sidles up behind me and starts working that long black cock into my pre lubed (with Rear Entry) hole. He’s as hard as a steel pipe and fucks me for about 15 minutes before sighing, grabbing me around the neck and realeasing a hot torrent of spunk into my loose cunt. I’m not kidding, every time he breeds me it feels like molten lava flowing into my body, I’ve never experienced with anyone else. I say thanks and wobble back to my car, lol I’m still not unhorny yet so I decide to swing by the cruisy back parking lot of the sleazy gay bar here in town where I relieved a Latin man with a 7” uncut cock, and a married white guy with a 7.5x6 hole plugger of their cream, both in my ass, both in the woods. To say I’m well lubricated is an understatement. So I get back in my car and there’s ANOTHER message from my BBC FB saying he’s STILL horny and wants to give me another railing. So of course I drive back over there where he fucks me in the same old wreck of a house, on that same dirty mattress, but this time his cock is legit harder than previously or EVER. Again with the liquid fire being shot deep into my butt guts. WHEW what a night

Both? I love feeling cum in my mouth. But when I have a guy that shoots a big load in my ass and I can really feel him squirting...omg

CHAPTER II I watched the screen and could see David and the bear guy enter the spare bedroom, this was the room where we took any guys we brought home, never into our room and only very rare would one or us not make it to the bedroom for fear of the awkwardness the morning after David was down on his knees helping the bear to remove his belt and jeans while at the same time had removed his own jock and was balls naked now. The bear had a beautiful hairy chest, was sporting a beard and going slightly bald on top. His cock hung low under his belly and David was lapping it up with his tongue and the pleasure on the bears face said it all... My husband was doing his best and sucking cock like his life depended on it. They moved onto the bed where David presented his hairless, shaved and perfect bubble butt, a dream sight for any man but for a chub man like myself or anyone in my position to see that in front of you it's like all your Christmases come together. The bear wasted no time and dove straight in with his tongue; I could see the beard was turning on David even more as he was grabbing the bedsheets while moaning and telling the bear how good it felt. The bear responded in kind and just went deeper, he stretched Davids hole even more to get his tongue deep deep up his boicunt and it was working, David was in heaven. Eventually, after a good solid 30 minutes of eating my husband out the bear came up for air and David collapsed down onto the bed and was panting but doing a little twerk to show the bear he wanted to keep going. The bear was now rock hard and his cock was thick with a decent bush surrounding it and carried low hanging balls. He positioned himself over Davids ass and spread his ass cheeks wide and spat into his hole. Using a little spit then he rubbed his cock and without any hesitation ploughed into Davids cunt. David screamed out "Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, we need lube" but the bear used his weight and held David down and started to hump him and fuck him dry... I could see David struggle to take the thick cock without lube but the bear needed his release and wasn't going to let this moment pass. After about 10 minutes of good solid hard fucking the bear pulled out and slapped David on the ass "Get the fucking lube so before we go any further bitch" Turned out this bear liked it rough and liked to be in charge! I watched over the next 2 hours as the bear seeded my husband on two separate occasions and I shot my load once in that time. I eventually fell asleep on my couch in my study, with my cock in my hand and the recording of my husband having sex with a stranger on the TV screen. I was woken by the feeling of my cock being sucked and opened my eyes to see David where he belonged, on his knees, welcoming my home. He was freshly showered, our home was back to the way it was when I left, everything in it's place and he was encouraging me to come to bed. The jet lag from the flight from the USA had kicked in and I needed a proper sleep. We kissed passionately and headed into our room where I proceeded to undress and watch as David climbed into bed ahead of me and present his hole for my pleasure. Between the wake up blowjob and the memory of what I had watched already I was rock hard. My beer can thick cock was solid so I grabbed our lube, smeared some on my cock head, onto Davids hole, grabbed his hips and slid right into my husbands well worn mancunt. This was what I needed, a good fuck and release... I pumped the love of my life for about 20 minutes and could feel the cum churning in my balls... I gave David notice that it was time and he pushed his hole back onto my cock as far as we could and I let loose. Wad and wad of hot steamy cum shot up my husbands hole as we both moaned in pure enjoyment. David shouted out who he could feel my cum shooting inside him and as the last of my load emptied into him I leaned in and kissed his neck and back and told him how much I loved him. We lay down and spooned and I fell asleep; David was due to fly to France that night so I decided I'd get myself some overnight company in the form of a twink... more about that to come!

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Spent 8 hours, 10sm to 6pm, stark naked and taking every cock at the bookstore that wanted a hole to cum in. Walked out naked a few times to the front hall where the gay videos were displayed. 326 cocks in my ass this month. Anybody want to use me?

6. Jay I was empty. Rod had pulled his cock out of me. I had barely kept it together when he had been fucking me, and I was learning that the alternative, not being fucked, was even worse. The only thing that made it bearable was that Rod had cum in me. In the heat and passion of getting fucked, I hadn't even noticed him cum. But as I took my first hesitant steps, I could feel his seed slosh within me. It felt good, to have a man like Rod fuck me. It felt even better to have his load inside of me. "I'm sure you can get more," Rod said. "You've got a great ass." "Thanks," I said, a bit embarrassed. I had played around a bit with girls, but somehow, it had never felt quite right. But this, now, this was totally different. It felt natural to have another man's cock in my ass. It felt right. Now that Rod had pulled out of me, I was empty. All I could think about was how to get him back inside of me. It didn't even have to be Rod. I wanted a dick in my hole. Any dick. "It felt good. Really good." "I'm sure it did," Rod said. "You want to join the party?" He motioned to the balcony door. The lights in the hotel room were dim now, but I could make out some of the men inside. There seemed to be more men, some on the couches, some still standing. All of them were wearing less clothes than before. "Sure," I said. I went to where my clothes were piled up. "Don't worry about those," Rod said. "You won't need them. Besides, you look better naked." I blushed, and followed Rod to the door. He hadn't bothered with clothes either. There was an economy of motion with him; no motion was superfluous. It had been the same when he had been fucking me. Every movement had been done with his pleasure in mind; now, in walking, every movement was done with intention. He paused for a moment at the door. "Ready?" he asked. "Of course." Even this close, it was still hard to make out exactly what was happening in the hotel room. Men were standing as to obscure what seemed like important activities going on in the room. "Should I not be?" "No," Rod said. He reached out and grabbed my ass. "You're more than prepared for this." He opened the door. There was a slight rush of air out, and I could feel the warmth against my skin. I inhaled; it was the scent of sweat and masculinity and a new scent, one that I immediately knew as sex and passion. It was like a locker room, crossed with an orgy. My dick responded immediately. "Welcome back," a man said. It took me a moment to recognize him as Aiden. "You're just in time." My head was still swimming in the electrifying scent of the room. I took a moment to survey the room. The lights were dim, and there was a haze in the room. I could smell a bit of weed, but not enough to account for the cloudiness. It made me think of an opium den; there was something dark occurring here, but I didn't know what it was. "Would hate to be late for this party," Rod said. Aiden had crossed over and was standing by me. He took my arm, and guided me deeper into the room. "I want you to meet someone," Aiden said, as he propelled me into the dark room. "He's been working for me for a while now. I think the two of you would get along well." Even if I didn't know where I was going in the dim room, Aiden did. We headed towards one of the far corners of the room. As we walked, looked around. On one of the couches, two of the men I had seen earlier were now naked, their legs spread wide. Two of the younger men were kneeling, their lips wrapped around the older men's cocks, giving them head. As we passed, one of the older men flicked a lighter. The intense blue flame barely illuminated his face as he heated up a glass bowl. But before I could see what happened next, Aiden gently pushed me along. "You'll find out soon enough," he said, in reference to the glass pipe I had seen. It was a little lighter in the corner than the rest of the room. There was a candle sitting on a table there, and it provided enough light to see the two men standing around it. One was a younger man, maybe just a bit older than me, and right about my height. He was wearing little more than underwear and a pair of sneakers. The other was a hulking black man. He was maybe only an inch taller, but he was far more muscular, and between the muscle and a pair of black leather boots, he seemed far bigger. He had on a pair of boxers. "This is Tucker," Aiden said, indicating the smaller white boy. "And this is Jay." "Nice to meet you, Jay," Tucker said. "And this is Damon." "Hey," Damon grunted. "Tucker, Jay is new here. He's just had a chance to get acquainted with Rod." "Heh," Damon snorted. "Acquainted." He knew exactly what Rod and I had done on the patio, and didn't care for Aiden's polite euphemism for our man-on-man fucking. "Maybe you can help him get to know Tina, and then see where she takes you?" "Hell yeah," Damon grunted again. It was hard not to stare at his perfect, dark body. There was hardly an ounce of body fat on him, and every muscle was visible under his taut skin. I glanced down quickly, but it was hard to tell what he was packing with the loose boxer briefs. I remembered my middle school days, where the rumor among the boys had been how hung the black boys at the school across town had been. I wondered if Damon would re-enforce the stereotype. "I can do that," Tucker said. He reached out and ran a hand down my back, coming to rest on one of my ass cheeks. He paused, just enough to remind me who was in control here. "It's gonna be fun," he continued. "Jay is gonna love it so much." I nodded in agreement. "Right on. I'll be back in a bit. Time for me to find some of my own trouble," Aiden said, and soon disappeared into the stand of men in the center of the room. It might have been my imagination, but more of them seemed naked than just a few seconds ago. I tried hard not to stare, but the thoughts of the hard cocks just a glance away were hard to resist. "This is your first time here?" Tucker asked me. I nodded, not wanting to admit just how naive I was. "That's cool. First time for everything. You partied before?" "Party?" I asked. It seemed like a strange to ask. "You know, Tina." He held up a glass pipe with a round bowl at one end. It was filled with small white crystals. It was the same kind of pipe I had seen the guy heat up earlier. "You'll love it," Tucker continued. He held a torch under the bowl; the crystals quickly melted and the bowl filled with a white vapor. "Just inhale, like you would a cigarette or a joint." He demonstrated it, draining the bowl several times. "Shotgun it," Damon said. He moved behind me, pressing his body against mine. His skin was hot, with just enough sweat for it to slide against me. Chills ran down my spine, directly to my dick. "Yeah," Tucker said. He pressed his lips against mine. "Inhale," Damon whispered into my ear. I did and as I did, Tucker exhaled his hit into my lungs. "Hold it," he said. Tucker made sure that I couldn't exhale by keeping his lips against mine. Tucker's tongue probed my mouth, as the shotgun turned into a long kiss. "Hold it," Damon continued. His dick was growing, pressing against my ass, and it felt massive. It was a rush of sensations, as I tried to hold my breath, even as I was desperate to exhale. "Feel it?" Damon asked. I nodded. "Good. Exhale." Tucker released his lips, and I exhaled. It was a thick white cloud that momentarily obscured his face. As I exhaled, I really started to feel it. It was a feeling of freedom and possibility, of happiness and potential. Barriers that I had erected for myself came down, and anything was possible. "Oh fuck," I moaned, and pressed back against Damon. I wanted to feel his dick, regardless of how big it was. I wanted his dick inside me, filling me up, and challenging the limits of my anatomy. "Yeah, you're feeling it," Damon said. "Another one?" I nodded. "Of course he wants more," Tucker said. "It's your turn now." He put the pipe in my mouth. "Let's do this one right," Damon said, and pushed down his boxers. I felt his dick nestle in my ass crack. It was a perfect home for it. "Make it a big one." I was scared of what I was getting myself into. Whatever the drug was in that pipe, it was powerful and quick-acting. I felt the warmth from it fill my entire body and infiltrate my brain. Even as I worried about the effects of the drug, my ass rubbed up against Damon's thick black cock, to get him as stiff as possible. I exhaled the last of the previous hit, to get my lungs as empty as possible for the next one. "Of course it's going to be a big one," Tucker said. "Just wait for the bowl to fill, then inhale slowly. He held the torch under the bowl. This close, it was easy to see the bowl fill with a thick white cloud. I waited, then Tucker nodded. I began to slowly inhale. I expected the smoke to be harsher, more like weed or cigarette smoke. But it was smooth and easy. "Not so fast. Give it time. Savor it," Tucker said. "Lots of time to have fun tonight," Damon said. He wrapped an arm around me, holding me tight. "I want you flying tonight." I kept my eye on the bowl, draining it on a regular basis. Finally, my lungs were full, and I nodded that I was satisfied. "Just a little more," Damon said. I thought my lungs were going to burst, but I did what Damon told me, inhaling two more gulps of the cloud. "Fucking hot," Tucker said. He took the pipe from my mouth and stuck it in his, sucking down on the thick clouds. "Now, hold it," Damon said. One arm was still wrapped around me, holding me. With his other, he put his hand over my mouth, and pinched my nose closed. "Hold it until I tell you." At first, it felt almost safe, to be under the control of a strong black man. But it didn't take long for my body to demand, selfishly, the right to breathe. I tried, but found such a simple thing was being denied. "You can breathe when I want you to," Damon said. "Come on," Tucker said. He exhaled his cloud in my face, taunting me with his ability to breath at his pleasure. "He's new at this." "I know," Damon said. "That's why I'm doing this." I was starting to get frantic, trying to breath, and was squirming in an effort to escape. But Damon's arm held me tight and his hand was unyielding. He leaned in and whispered to me. "Just think what it's going to be like when my cock is inside you." I shivered. His dick was now a steel shaft against my ass. It was hard to tell if he was leaking pre-cum, or if Rod's cum was starting to leak out of me. Either way, his dick was sliding up and down, pressing against my hole, and demanding entrance. The night had suddenly taken a brutally serious turn. Even worse, whatever I was smoking was keeping me from being scared. The shiver was less from fear and more from hungry anticipation. I was struggling, helplessly, for breath, and my cock was throbbing. "Fuck, this is going to be good," Damon whispered, as he finally released his grip on my face. I exhaled, and gasped for breath. "You want another hit?" Tucker asked me. I hadn't yet caught my breath but I wasn't in control of my body any longer. "Yeah," I said, my mouth answering for me. "I do." "Damn boy," Damon said. "You're a natural at this. We're gonna have to play a lot more." He reached down and stroked my dick. I thought I was going to explode as the sensations ricocheted across my body. "Give him what he needs." We repeated the process, every step of it. Tucker inserted the pipe into my mouth and held the torch. I inhaled big gulps of the white cloud, and then Damon put his hand back over my mouth and nose. Even though I knew it was coming and how it would feel, it was still impossible for me to suppress my instincts to fight back against Damon's actions. "Just relax," Damon said. "We're only just beginning." I tried my best, but whatever was in the pipe was making it hard for me to concentrate. My mind was constantly flitting in all sorts of directions, thinking about my throbbing cock, before turning to my hungry, needy hole, and then skittering off back to my dick. The only constant was Damon's strong hand cupped over my mouth and nose, the band around his ring finger pressed against my lip. As black spots started to cloud my vision, Damon relented. "My turn," he said to Tucker, and released his hold on me. I gasped for breath, as Damon took the pipe and torch from Tucker. He made no effort to move away from me; the flame was close enough that I could feel the heat against my cheek, and could hear him inhale the thick drug. "Big clouds, huh," Tucker said. Damon just nodded, focused on the pipe. He handed the pipe back to Tucker; the young man stuck the still-warm stem in his mouth and inhaled as he re-lit the torch. Damon held his hit for a long time before grabbing my jaw, twisting my head around, and exhaling his hit into my mouth. "Hold it, boy," he said. This time, at least, he let me decide when I had had too much. Still, I tried to hold it as long as I could, before exhaling. Damon was still pressed up against me, his dick still nestled in my crack. I found myself involuntarily grinding my ass against him, eager for him to put his penis into my ass. "Yeah, boy, I know you want it now." His body was warm against me, and for a brief moment, I was at peace. But then, his dick twitched and grew, and my hunger for cock returned. "But first, I think you need another chance to suck on the glass pipe As soon as he spoke, Tucker stuck the pipe back in my mouth and held the torch under it. It was still warm, and it didn't take long before it was smoking again. "Make it a big one," Damon said. He continued, somewhat ominously, "You're going to need it." "He can take it," Tucker said. Nevertheless, I did as I was told, and inhaled deeply from the pipe. I was starting to get the hang of it, and this time, I could feel the thick clouds collecting in my lungs. "Fuck, look at him. He's a fucking natural." "I know," Damon said. "You should feel how his hole is trying to gobble up my dick. He's a hungry little faggot." I tensed at the word "Faggot." It had always been the worst of the schoolyard taunts. I had managed to escape it for so long. But now, it was hardly calling me a name. I had kissed another man. I had let him fuck me up the ass. Now, barely ten minutes later, I was all but begging a totally different man to fuck me. It was hard to deny that "faggot" now fit me. He rubbed his cheek against my neck and ear. The stubble on his face was rough, like sandpaper. It was not the soft skin of a woman, but the bristly whiskers of a man, and despite how much had grown in on his cheeks, I knew if I asked, he would say he had shaven that morning. It reminded me how I just barely had scruff on my face, despite not shaving for nearly four weeks now. He was more of a man that I would ever be, and it was an honor to be his faggot. "Big hit for me, faggot boy," Damon said, as I started to slow down on the pipe. "Get your head up in the clouds." I nodded. I wanted to make him happy, and if that entailed sucking down more of this drug, I was more than willing to do it. Even though I thought I had filled my lungs full, I drained the bowl a few more times. "That's good, Damon said, just as my lungs reached their ultimate capacity. "This is going to be really good." "His first time is going to be one to remember," Tucker said. He took the pipe out of my mouth, and Damon immediately put his hand back over my mouth and nose. This time, his ring pressed against my lips. As the hit of the drugs started to wrap its influence around my brain, my mind once more jumped to wild thoughts and conclusions. I wondered if he was married, and if he was married, whether it was to a man or a woman. Damon must have been reading my mind. "Yeah," he said. "Feel that against your lips?" I nodded. "Yeah, that's my wedding ring. But you know why I come here?" I shook my head. I barely knew what "here" was. much less why these men had come together. "Love my wife. She's amazing. But you know, she isn't into all the things I like." I nodded; it was hard to follow the exact words, the air I needed to think had been displaced by the drugs. "And boys like you, well, boys like you let me do anything I fucking want." "Umpph," I managed to grunt, but only the slightest but of the cloud escaped. I had no prayer of getting more air, and I felt my strength gently sap away. Nevertheless, I wasted valuable energy rubbing my ass up against his cock. Damon's dick was thick and hard, warm with the blood flowing through it. I wanted to feel it inside me. I wanted to milk it dry, and get his load. "Oh yeah," Tucker said. He had just done his own hit, and his words were formed from clouds. "Stop teasing him and fuck him." "Ready for it?" Damon asked. He nodded my head up and down for me. "I knew you were." Tucker was fading out of my vision as I struggled against his grip. I didn't know what I wanted: to give in to the faggot that had been hiding deep inside me all those years? or to escape, and pretend that I hadn't seen who I really was. It was good that Damon was making these decisions for me. He could give me what I needed. "Of course he is," Tucker said. A part of me knew he was standing right in front of me, but I couldn't see him. I couldn't see anything beyond a few blurs, as the drugs took over. Damon's cockhead was now pressed against my hole. "Give it to him." Damon pressed into me. His hand over my mouth was perfect for the leverage he needed to press his manhood into my hole. I was glad that Rod had fucked me earlier; if Rod was just merely large, Damon's shaft was massive; at least an inch thicker around, and several inches longer. Damon didn't give me any chance to adjust, and just pressed himself all the way into me. "Oh fuck, faggot," Damon grunted. "That's the raw hole I need. Fuck you good, and give you my babies." I was impaled on his cock. He slammed in and out of me, each stroke reminding me how I was little more than a fuck-toy for the black man. He still had his hand over my mouth, and it was getting far harder to concentrate. I had already closed my eyes; looking just felt too hard. All that I focused on was Damon's dick, forcing its way into me. "Oh damn! You've got a load up there. Fucking nasty boy." "You better let the boy breathe," Tucker said. In the drug-filled haze, I wondered what would happen if Damon refused. Consciousness was already draining away from me and I didn't know how long I would be able to hold out. But, Damon had one small mercy, and released his grip on my nose. I exhaled as quickly as I could, the thick cloud enveloping my head. I quickly inhaled, terrified that Damon would take away the small privilege of breath away from me again. "Awww. But it feels so good. The way the faggot relaxes his hole. No resistance. Just pleasure." "For you," Tucker said. "What?" Damon sneered. "You think I'm worried about the whore? That's what he's here for. For me to use." "You don't want to break him." "I dunno. You remember last time." Tucker winced. He was remembering something, something he didn't want to remember. I wondered what that memory was. "I do. And I told you can't do it again." "To you," Damon said. His cock was sliding, long, agonizing strokes in and out of me. I was glad that Rod had cum in me; the lubrication from the cum was desperately needed. "I didn't say anything about our tweaker whore here." With that, he slapped my ass. It stung; the last time I had been spanked was when I was six, over twelve years ago. But this time, it wasn't about being a bad boy. It was about being a good boy. About making Damon feel good. Making him feel like a man. Making him feel like he could do anything he wanted. I wanted him to feel good, because that was the way I was going to get his load. Tucker leaned in towards me. "I know that face," he said, as he pressed his lips against mine. His tongue pressed into my mouth. It was far too easy to respond to his kiss. I relaxed. Damon had the experience to know what was coming next, and pushed his steel shaft even further into my body. "You head is way in the clouds," Tucker said. "It's a dangerous place to be." "It's the only place for him," Damon said. "I want to see the two of you share another hit." "Of course." Tucker said. He produced the now-familiar glass pipe, but this time he stuck it in his mouth. It was my first chance to watch him up close, and I stared at the solid blue flame as it heated the bowl. It wasn't long before the thick white clouds started to form. Tucker took long slow hits from the pipe, never letting the bowl completely empty. "That's how a boy hits the pipe," Damon said. "Watch and learn." I didn't have to be told. I was mesmerized by the sight. I wanted to see Tucker get high, just like me. I wanted to know how far he would go and if what his limits were. As I stared, Damon pushed his dick deep in me. He was forcing Rod's cum deeper into me, where it could burrow into my body and become a permanent part of me. I could hardly resist such an idea, and pushed back against Damon. His dick only got deeper in me. "That's it," Damon said. "Your turn," Tucker said, as he finally pulled the pipe out of his mouth. The pipe was hot and still smoking. Thick tendrils of the white cloud sunk down, taking seeming minutes before they dissipated, like the contrails of a high-flying jetliner. He leaned in again, and pressed his lips against mine. I knew what to expect, and had already emptied my lungs. Tucker paused. He closed his eyes and savored the sensation of the drug flooding into his body and taking over. When he opened his eyes, I could tell it was no longer quite the same person as before. He was hungry; he needed something that he didn't have. I understood his desire. I had Damon's cock in my ass. It was enough to take the edge off, but knew what he was feeling. "That's the Tucker I want," Damon said, seeing the same need in the young man's face. Tucker leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. He exhaled and filled my lungs with the thick clouds. As he did, Damon pressed even more of his cock into my hole. "All the way in," he said. I gasped; this was more than just filling me up like Rod's cock. This was practically splitting me in two, and I struggled to get comfortable. Unfortunately, my struggles only meant I sucked more of the cloud out of Tucker's lungs. "It's OK," Damon said. "I know it's a big one. But don't worry. You're doing better than Tucker did the first time." Tucker suddenly froze at the memory. "Yeah," Damon said. "First time I fucked him, he passed out when I stuck it all in. Didn't you, Tucker-boy?" Tucker only nodded. He kept his mouth against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, and prevented me from exhaling the hit. Damon pulled out, leaving just his fat cockhead in my hole. Tucker released his lip-lock on me at the same time, and involuntarily, I exhaled the hit. I shivered. I couldn't tell if it was from the drugs, from being suddenly empty of dick, or from fear of getting Damon's cock all the way back into me. "I'm sorry," Tucker said. "Your cock. It's big." "Oh, don't worry. I know it's big. It's OK. You just need more practice." Damon pushed his cock back into me. I gasped, but forced myself to take it. I didn't want to disappoint or demean Damon by rejecting his cock. He must have noticed, because he continued. "But Jay here, he's taking it like a faggot should." "Did you really pass out?" I asked. "Yeah," Tucker said. "And?" "And what?" Damon asked. "I continued fucking him. He's a faggot. That's what he's here for." Tucker nodded in silent agreement. "He did. When I came to, he was pounding my hole." He put the pipe in his mouth again. It was still smoking, but nevertheless he held the torch under it. As soon as the bowl started to smoke, he inhaled, pulling in deep gulps of the thick cloud. I wondered if he was trying to remember or trying to forget. However, I didn't have much of a chance to wonder. Damon had started slamming his dick in me, each stroke seemingly deeper and harder than the one before. I understood why Tucker had passed out; Damon was a machine, fucking me harder than I had even seen in porn. It didn't seem possible that I could withstand it and I silently prayed that he would let up. However, the prayers were for naught. After each stroke, he slammed back in, harder and more intense than before.

Blonde And Stupid – Two Christian Boys Dragged Down (Part 02) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Ryan was so excited. He thought of all the handsome and masculine jocks and his ass was tingling. Ben saw things differently. He was also horny, but he was more carefully and a bit scared too. What if their parents would find out, that they were gay. How would they react? What if they would change their behavior. He didn’t want to act like a sissy. Right now they lived a peaceful life. A little bit undercover. Maybe they were not happy all the time, but… it was a good and easy life. They had average grades at school. It wasn’t too hard to get good results at school, maybe because of their looks. Of course they got also teased from the members of the different sports teams, because they weren’t so much into the boy stuff. Girls, on the other hand, would adore the teens. Everything would change, if they decided to open up and come out of the closet. Ryan tried to calm his pal down. “No one said, we need to come out to our parents or our friends. Just let us experience some fun and meet some guys who are willing to help us and feed us some cock” “Nothing happens without a price. If we do one thing, it will trigger another. That’s what I’m afraid of” Ben answered. “You are thinking too much with your brain. Start thinking with your ass…” Ryan said and farted loudly. Ben threw his pillow towards Ryan and both guys laughed merrily. The next day was an ordinary Saturday. They went downtown and did some shopping. They met some of Ryan’s female friends at Starbucks. Then they returned home and had lunch with Ryan’s parents. In the afternoon they watched some stuff on TV to kill some time. Both guys had to admit, that they kept thinking of the big cocks they had seen last night on Skype. Ryan’s parents were invited that evening and told his son and Ben, they would be home way after midnight. So the lads were all alone, when they started their computer and opened Skype. Soon they received a request and accepted the call. This time they had their cam turned to them and they smiled, when they saw the jocks from last night. These guys seemed to be in their mid-twenties. Ryan liked that. He felt more open to them, because the age gap wasn’t too big. “Oh… Only three guys tonight?” Ryan looked disappointed. “We thought it would be better to talk to you in a moderated number. You guys are too hot. We are a bunch of horny fuckers. If eight hard cocks are on this side, we won’t be able to talk to you in a decent way” the guy on the other side said. Both boys wore only shirts and tight underwear. “So what are your names?” he asked. “I am Ryan and this is Ben. We are both friends. We met on the internet and know each other only for a short while. But we became very close” Ryan answered. “Understandable. Two fags giving each other support and rubbing their dicks together. You surely sniff at each other’s asses.” Biohazard1 replied. Ben was a bit intimidated by those rude words, but Ryan was turned on by that and already massaged the cock in his briefs. “You said you live in Marcon?” one guy asked. “Well… I do. I live with my parents… Ben lives in Rome… also with his parents.” Ryan chatted. “And you two are virgins? How come? You are two nice looking faggots” one guy expressed. “It is not so easy. Our parents wouldn’t approve. They are heavily engaged in our churches and we don’t want to hurt them….” Ben answered. They described the situation at their schools also and mentioned the names of the schools nonchalantly. “Your parents won’t have to know, that you let your faggot asses get fucked by some horny jocks….” another guy mentioned. “How come you haven’t fucked each other yet? Can’t you get a hard on, if you are supposed to be an active fucker?” someone wanted to know. “Well… we both want to be… pure bottoms and we talked about it a lot. We tried some things, but that was limited to kissing each other and jerking off a lot.” Ryan sighs. “So you fags want to be used as cheap fuck holes. You need your cunts stretched beyond repair. We can do this for you, you know?” Biohazard1 explained. “But you know, we must be sure, that you are not just fakes. You got to prove to us, that you are really fags and that you really want our cocks” The three jocks muted their microphone and discussed the situation obviously. While both lads stared at the screen, two guys got up and opened their jeans slowly. They hauled their dicks out of their pants and started stroking their cocks, while being heavily engaged into a disputation. Ben and Ryan were hypnotized, just viewing the big hunks stroking their tools slowly. “We’re back. So do you dare to prove your seriousness?” Biohhazard1 asked. “Yeah…. yeah…. we will do anything, to prove we are sincerely.” “Okay…. Ryan. Go to the room, where your mom keeps all the dirty laundry and get the box to your room. Go and get it NOW” the guys ordered. Ryan couldn’t imagine why he should pick up this box and get it into his room, but he followed the order. Then they guys told him to pick up every dirty laundry out of the box and show it to them. There appeared socks, trousers, shirts… every time he pulled something up, he had to show it in front of the camera and drop it to the floor. Then Ryan picked up a white brief out of the box with only two fingers. “What’s that? Biohazard wanted to know. “My dad’s underpants” said Ryan and wanted to drop the dirty thing also, but the guys told them to stop. They wanted to get ea closer look and so Ryan held the briefs in front of the cam. “Are there piss stains on that underwear or is it dried cum?” Biohazard1 wanted to know. “It looks like piss…” he added. Ryan shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know… “ he simply answered. “Then find it out. Sniff at it…” Biohazard1 ordered. “I can’t sniff at it. That’s disgusting… it’s from my dad!” he whined. “Pull the underpants over your head. The front of it should be over your nose and mouth. If you don’t do it now, we will our conversation with you guys.” Biohazard1 threatened. Ryan looked in panic to Ben. Ben seemed to be happy, it wasn’t him who had to smell at the underwear. “I am counting to 3…. if you are not wearing the fucking thing over your face and inhale your fathers scent, we will log off. 1…… 2…… aaaand….” the guy counted. Ryan’s eyes spoke volumes of despair but he pulled the white briefs over his head and wore it as requested. Ben was disgusted but the guys on the other side of the cam cheered loudly. “Well done bitch. How does it smell? Do you enjoy your daddies smell?” Ryan had a tight feeling in his chest, but tried to inhale deeply. “I… I don’t know. It smells sweaty” “Why don’t you lick the pants from the inside. This way you can tell us more about the consistency. We would still like to know, if it is piss or dried semen. Maybe both?” they laughed hysterically. The boy retched. The idea of touching the underwear with his tongue, where his dad usually had his dick in, made him sick to the stomach. “You better start licking now. Make it all wet and tell us about how it tastes….” the three guys ordered. All of the sudden they saw how something poked against the fabric from the inside. Ryan truly started licking the undies. “Damn… make it really wet. Use your spit to soak the encrusted stuff. Get the whole flavor you dirty bitch.” the leader of the pack growled. Ben was petrified when he heard his name suddenly. “Hey Ben. Why don’t you help your boyfriend a little bit. Go and use your faggot tongue and start making out with him.” “I don’t understand…” Ben cried. “Lick the pants from the outside. Help him with your spit and do some french-kissing. Your tongues won’t ever meet, since the textile will always separate you. Give him nice and wet kisses – NOW” Ben shivered and moved closer to Ryan. He closed his eyes in fear and started to flinch his tongue against Ryan’s tongue. ‘Are you recording all this shit?’ one of the jocks whispered to the other. ‘Of course I am – this is just too hot man’ he replied. This went on for quite a while, until the hunks had enough fun. Both boys seemed out of breath and had glowing cheeks. “Well… what was it now?” the three guys still wanted to know. “I think it was piss” said Ben. “Yeah, but it was really encrusted from the inside. I guess it was cum also” said Ryan and looked totally unhappy. “Don’t be so shy. What do you think? As faggots you will do other stuff, which will humiliate you even more, just because it is your job. This was nothing!” Biohazard1 stated to them. “Maybe both of you will mouthwash your dad’s underwear continuously. Wouldn’t that be nice? Is it clean now?” he asked. Ryan looked at it silently. “There are no stains anymore” he replied softly. “Get up whores….” Both boys got up and revealed, they had built small tents in their shorts. “That’s what I guessed. You are little perverts. I knew it all along… 100 % FAGGOTS!” With that the connection was interrupted. Ben and Ryan looked at each other desperately. A message came through. ‘Be here tomorrow night at the same time’ Ben looked at Ryan and asked him, if there was another dirty underwear from his dad in the laundry box. Ryan nodded slowly. This time Ben pulled it over his head and both boys repeated the procedure, but this time they jacked off violently. It was for both boys the strongest orgasm they had ever experienced.

Part Six: Swallowing Every Drop *********************************************** Cocks, no matter how hard they get, are still flesh. When push comes to shove (literally), inevitably they bend, flex, contract. But metal? Metal never gives way to flesh; it pushes flesh aside, maintaining its movement and motion at the expense of flesh. And such was exactly the case with Tom's barbell as I felt it slowly pulling out over my second ring, my soft tissue--already brutalized--stretching awkwarldly and tenderly as the pair of balls slid over it. Tom slowly pulled back, then pushed forward again and slowly buried himself to the hilt once more. "Mmmm, yeah. You feel me deep inside you there? My head and bar feel so wet, Gary really spunked you good." Twice. Gary had injected his fatal load in me twice, both times copious amounts of tainted cum, and now it was coating Tom's head and piercing, ready to be gouged into the soft walls of my rectum as they eventually tore open under the onslaught of the metallic monster inside me now. Just one more way to make sure that I left this bed, this house, a changed man. He pulled back and thrust in again. "Much as I love seeing your eyes squeezed shut as you try to enjoy this, I prefer a different angle when I fuck. Time to get on your hands and knees boy." How long had I been laying here? Did it matter? Despite every last ounce of common sense I had that told me I should stop this... get out... go... run, here I was about to roll over to give this sickly and wasted man a better angle to inject his poison into me. I somehow managed to make my arms move and began pulling myself to the left as I, for the second time that night, attempted to turn myself with a solid shaft deep in my ass. I felt a slight dry tug as my outer ass ring painfully began to slide left with me on the base of Tom's dry cock. If you've ever attempted to execute this maneuver, you know there's no way to do it that isn't awkward. Like a pig on a spit roast, you have an axis on which you must rotate, and your limbs become less useful than at any other time. You may need to use short motions, moving one limb at a time, your body rising and falling as you gradually move your right arm underneath you. Eventually you bring your arm far enough underneath that you can plant your hand and begin to make your upper body rise, as your left arm and hand also make contact with the semi-soft covering of the bed. Your body and face begin to rise and your legs in turn begin to establish themselves as your feet adjust to stradle your top. And yet this was made even more complicated for me by the feeling of a piercing tearing at my inner ring with every up and down and left and right movement of my body. Yet somehow I managed to do it and there I was on all fours on the bed, Tom's rigid tool still buried deep within me. Gary reached under and pulled away the pillow that had elevated my ass for him. "Much better." Tom's words were punctuated by another withdraw from my deepest insides, but instead of a short and gentle thrust, this time his head and piercing pulled back until they were just inside my outer ring. And gradually they decended again into me; it was time for him to fuck me. He began to long dick me, the ass juices and bits of Gary's cum no doubt beginning to lubricate his shaft as each pass felt less dry and more smooth. Well, as smooth as can be in this case, since his much thicker shaft continued to stretch my ass, with no loosening in sight. I was clamped firmly on his rigid penis. As his long, slow thrusts continued, I felt the bed shift as I saw Gary mount it in front of me and he laid himself down on his back in front of me, positioned head to head so that he appeared to be upside down. I didn't have to wait to wonder what he intended, as he reached his arms up between mine and slowly pulled his head past mine and moved under my chest. I was now faced with his hairy chest, boney ribcage clearly visible, the lesions just inches from me. And then... Oh fuck. His warm mouth enclosed my right nipple and my head snapped upwards and backwards, and I felt my ass painfully try to clamp down on Tom's tool, almost trying to expel it, as if I could push his nine inches out of me that easily. There was very little my ass muscles could do in their traumatized state, but they definitely did their best to tighten my hole, and as I let out a gutteral groan, I heard Tom do the same and I knew he had felt my contraction. My ass would contract several more times as Gary shifted to my left nipple, and then back to my right, alternating between the two as he suckled them. His hands reached up to my sides, and I noticed for the first time that night how coarse they were as they moved along my lower abdomen, out to my sides, and toward my back. All the while Tom continued his rhythmic assault on my ass, his piercing never failing to remind me of its presence as he steadly gouged my rectum with each thrust and retraction. His pace increased slightly and I felt his balls begin to gently slap against mine with each re-entry. They were definitely large, as large as Gary's, and no doubt just as full of lethal AIDS virus as his partner in crime's were. Virus that I had no doubt would be deep inside me in the very near future. I felt Gary shift further underneath me and as his warm mouth sought out and enclosed the foreskin of my uncut head and my ass contracted one more painful time, I found myself now with my closest look at the weapon that had impaled me at the start of this night. He was solidly hard again, his head swollen beneath the hood, his thinner shaft unable to keep his cock upright as the weight of his bulbous acorn kept it almost laying against his chest. Precum poured from his piss slit, already pooling in a small wet spot near his belly button. The underside of his shaft visible to me, I noticed even it was marked by a lesion, one that had been inside me; I shuddered, both from this knowledge and from the warmth of Gary's mouth as he elevated his head to take most all of my dick into his mouth. Again my ass contracted. "Oh fuck boy, you are bringing me close!" Tom's words refocused my attention on his now-pounding of my ass as his balls began to slap heavily against mine. His hard thrusts driving his barbell deeper into my ass, its walls, and my vulnerable soft tissues as he spread Gary's seed throughout my ass. "Yeah, it's time to fuck this wad into you. Oh yeah, gonna cum, gonna.... AGHHHH!!!" His thrusts had reached their climax, his balls has begun slapping me higher as they drew up, and his already thick and solid shaft grew harder, and with one last, as perhaps the most painful thrust yet, he lodged himself as deeply inside me as he could... and came. It was another torrent of seed as I felt the first two or three jets impact my inner hole's walls; his load was indeed just as large as Gary's, and it continued for a good 8 or 9 well sized shots. He must have been holding this one for days. And as his cum began to find every exposed surface inside me, coating me with deadly seed, my own cock could take no more of the wet, warm attention being paid it and without warning I erupted down Gary's throat. And as his throat was coated with my last negative load, my ass continued--as it had with his two loads--welcoming Tom's seed deep inside me, my inner ring swallowing every drop.

Sorry for the long delay in getting to this chapter. Steve came in my ass with a roar. My cum was already pooled beneath us. Steve hugged me tightly and rolled me on my side. He was still inside me. We slept. We'd been fucking for weeks since the "Under 35" party and it was great. We'd had a few threesomes, fucked other guys from bars, parties and bathhouses. In the end though, I liked having Steve's arms around me when we slept. It comforted me. My anxiety about barebacking also was rapidly evaporating. Ever since I heard "Safe Sex John" beg a guy to cum inside his ass and saw the guy's bare dick slide out of John's ass; it was like my final "safe sex" source of anxiety dissipated. I loved getting it raw and loved getting bred. I just needed a guy who liked or accepted that in me. Like Steve whose arms were wrapped around me and was kissing the back of my neck. A few hours later, we were getting ready for work and I checked my phone. I missed calls from Sara, my brother, my parents, my aunt and uncle. I listened to the messages wondering what was going on. Sara's message was that my brother proposed to her and she said yes. My brother's message was the same. I put down the phone and realized I could listen to the other messages later. I made the coffee, took a cup to Steve in the bedroom, and took a shower. I told him my brother was getting married to Sara and had proposed last night. He looked at me with excited eyes and said, "That's great news Zach. They make a really good couple. Sara has really brought him out of his suburban straight boy sheltered shell." I looked at him and nodded and drank my coffee. We finished getting ready for work and as we were leaving his apartment he slapped my ass and said, "I hope I get to be your wedding plus 1." We laughed and kissed. I listened to the other messages as I was arriving at school. I called my brother back and congratulated him. He asked me to be best man. I was shocked he was asking me to be best man. I said "Yes, but you have closer friends. You don't have to ask me just because I'm your brother." My brother responded, "Dude, sometimes I just don't get you. I thought you would want to be my best man." I said, "Of course, I just never expected you to ask me." My brother said, "You have real issues man. I love you. Are you going to be my best man or what?" I told him I would. I didn't even know my brother liked me. I basically felt like he mostly just tolerated my presence. I was genuinely surprised that he asked. I texted Sara and Steve about it who both sounded so excited and happy in their responses. Over the next few months, the family was embroiled in wedding plans. Holy crap! I never expected a wedding could be the subject of every single conversation for months. It was maddening. My parents hired a wedding planner after a few months of unsuccessfully trying to book locations and pick a date. My aunt and uncle had everyone over to their apartment to meet the planner. I arrived late, walked into the dining room and stopped. The wedding planner was hot. I recognized him from somewhere. My mother and Sara introduced us. His name is Liam. As soon as I heard his Irish accent, I knew him. He was one of Marty's friends. A guy who had fucked me a couple of times at the baths. He smiled and we shook hands. Liam and I ended up leaving with my brother and Sara that evening. We parted ways with the couple and were both walking toward the subway. Liam asked if I wanted to get fucked. I said yes. I was immediately turned on. He pushed me down an alleyway and up against a wall. We had dumpsters everywhere blocking us. He kissed me and said "I have a 5 day load for you. You want it in your mouth or ass." His hands were unbuckling my belt as he said it. He knew where I wanted his load. He turned me around toward the wall. I had taken Steve's load that morning and a guy had fucked me on my way to the meeting (which is why I was late). Liam felt my wet hole and said, "Knew you'd take it raw. You have such a hot ass. It's already loaded too. You are a hot slut." He pushed his raw cock into me. My pants just at my thighs and my ass pushed back. His cock slipped in fairly easily and then I felt his zipper and belt on me as he bottomed out in me. "Hope you don't mind," he said, "I'm going to be quick." He fucked me hard and fast and within a few minutes was blowing his 5 day load in my ass. I moaned and took it. As we left the alley, Liam said, "I hope you are going to take a few more of my loads up your ass as I plan this wedding." I smiled and said, "That's likely." Liam called me a slut again playfully and grabbed a cab. I went to the subway and went home. As the weeks went by, the couple settled on a date, location for ceremony, location for party, and were now thinking about details. My brother and I went to wine tastings by a caterer. Liam met us there. It was fun. We drank like 20 different wines. We didn't pick any that day because Liam said there was another caterer he wanted us to try before we settled on this one. Liam and I went to his place and he and his roommate spitroasted me on their couch. I got one load in my mouth and three in my ass that evening. Then I went to dinner with Steve and took two more loads in my ass from him that night. Liam instructed the parents and the bride and groom to submit their initial invitation lists. This was the broad strokes list. It would be cut down from here. After a couple of weeks, the large list compiled; there were 636 people on the list (including plus 1s). I rolled my eyes. I was so staying out of this mess. I casually glanced at the list and noticed I didn't have a plus 1. I looked further down the list and noticed that almost every other name that wasn't a couple had a plus 1. As I turned the page and scanned down; there it was --- Connor and Jake. WTF?!?! How the fuck is my ex boyfriend on this list? Why is he on this list? I called my brother and asked. My brother told me that he always liked Connor. They ran into each other a couple years ago and had been hanging out - lunches, brunches, baseball games, etc. My brother, Sara, Connor and Jake had recently bought theater season tickets together. I asked why he never told me. He said, "I never thought it was that important. Connor and Jake are great. We spend a lot of time together. You and Connor are long over. Why does it matter?" I told him it did matter to me and how hard it is for me to still see Connor. My brother told me to get over it. Then I asked, "On another note, why don't I have a plus 1 next to my name?" My brother said, "Why would you? You're single. You don't have a boyfriend and haven't in years. I don't want to spend money feeding one of the guys who occasionally fucks you." I hung up. I was fucking furious. We'd now spent months talking about their wedding almost every day and, as expected, even after all this "bonding time" with family no one had ever once asked if I was dating anyone. I must've said Steve's name over 100 times in various conversations with the family members and Sara and my brother over the last 4-5 months. That night, after Steve and I fucked, and as I am laying there in his bed with his cum leaking from my ass; he asked me what was bothering me. Steve said, "Something is up. You are normally a lot more engaged in sex. You were pretty distant." I told him about the Connor and Jake on the invitation list and how I didn't have a plus 1 on the list. I also told him about the conversation with my brother. Steve sat up in bed and held me. He told me that sucked and then said, "Zach, I'm not sure you can blame them for the plus 1 thing. We've been sleeping together and dating for 6 months. You've seen my parents twice in that period. I've never been invited to meet your family. I've only met Sara once. It's not like you don't see your family - you see them all the time. I think they think if you were seeing someone worthy of spending their money on, someone who you care about, you would at least have introduced me by now." Steve stopped speaking as I got out of bed and leaned on his dresser looking at him as he spoke. I said, "I don't know what to say. I like what we have here. I didn't want to complicate it." Steve said, "Relationships are complicated because people are complicated. I'm glad we are having this conversation now. I think it's well timed." I asked what he meant. Steve said, "I have been offered a promotion at work. It's in San Francisco. I would need to move. I've been thinking about it for a few days. I didn't know how I felt about you and if we should discuss it as a couple. But, this conversation is helping me a lot right not because I am realizing we aren't a couple. I'm not trying to be hurtful by saying this. This is our moment. We are either going to decide we want to be together or not. I am closer to making that step than you are. I don't think you are ready. It's kind of obvious to your family and even one of your best friends, Sara, that you aren't in a relationship because they didn't ask or include a plus 1 for you. I don't even think you really disagree with what I'm saying right now, do you?" I said, "This is really hard. I didn't expect all this today or tonight. You are kind of my refuge from the craziness I deal with from the family. I didn't want to expose you to it. And now you are leaving?" I looked up at Steve with big eyes, not knowing exactly how to feel except totally empty and alone again. Steve said, "I'm sorry Zach. I really do think this conversation tonight helped me make up my mind. I'm taking the job in San Francisco. It's not that I don't care for you, I do. I really do. I'm just not sure you are ready to do what it takes to make us work. But, this doesn't mean I'm angry with you. It doesn't mean I want us to stop seeing each other while I'm here. It doesn't mean I don't want you to come visit. I do want all those things. I think of New York City and you intertwined. I don't want my last weeks here to not include you." And with that conversation, whatever Steve and I had; stopped moving forward. We hung out and fucked a lot over the next few weeks. I cried a lot after I would leave him each time. I also tried to fix the wedding invitation list issues with my family, but my parents sided with my brother. Connor was a good person. He was part of my brother's life. Of course he should be there. They loved Connor too. It was Sara who deftly excluded them from the list as they were cutting. Sara who told my brother to call me to tell me that Connor and Jake didn't make the cut. Sara who helped me move some of my stuff out of Steve's place before he moved to San Francisco. But it was Liam's cock that kept my ass filled with cum after Steve moved. Liam and his roommate and his friends all bred me. Liam who was planning my brother's wedding was breeding my ass every chance we got. I went to my brother's wedding. It was fun. Even though I was at the wedding alone, Liam got a room in the hotel and asked 3 waiters and another gay couple to join us. After I got drunk at the wedding, I went up to the hotel room and found this little orgy. I got fucked and bred a dozen times before morning. Liam told all the guys I wanted their loads in my ass. Told them not to use condoms to fuck me. I begged the guys to fuck me bareback and begged them to cum in me. It was a hot fucking night.

Part 6 I woke up feeling hot and tight as if I had been wrapped in something. When I opened my eyes the room was dark and my vision was restricted, I had something over my face. It was a hood, it was tight, I couldn’t open my mouth and I only had two nostril slits to breath. I tried to remain calm, not knowing what was now happening to me. “Good you’re awake. I took the liberty of dressing you in something more exciting” It was Toms voice, I tried to look around but my hands and feet were restrained, I was face down on the bed now. “You look hot in rubber boy, you're making daddy hard” I realised I must be wearing a rubber body suit. Completely covered except for my ass, which felt cool and exposed. Tom had climbed on the bed behind me and I could feel his body near my ass. It was burning with the butt plug still tearing my hole. “I won’t lie boy, this is going to hurt” Tom said laughing to himself I thought I’d pass out with the pain when he started to slide the butt plug from my ass. He twisted it as he pulled it from inside me, I attempted to scream but I couldn’t open my mouth to make any noise. I just groaned into myself. With one last tug the butt plug was removed from my ass. Almost instantly Tom slammed his cock balls deep into my now destroyed ass. “Fuck boy. You’re wrecked…such a sloppy hole, it’s dripping” The wind had been fucked out of me, I struggled to catch my breath with the suit and hood on. Tom fucked me for what felt like hours, my hole burned and never relaxed to the invasion of his cock. I don't think it would ever feel comfortable inside me. He never slowed his pace, occasionally speeding up but never loosing momentum. The entire time he told me how much of a good boy I had been for daddy and that he would reward me with a gift. “Fourth load boy. You’ve definitely got it now.” Had Tom cum in me 4 times? I felt used and terrified but shamefully horny. He untied me and lifted my weak body, He placed me down and I felt suspended in the air, I was in a sling. Had Tom built it while I slept? I glanced upwards and could see my reflection in the mirrored ceiling. I was completely covered in shiny black rubber, my cock completely hidden and just a hint of my exposed ass as Tom fixed my legs into restraints, keeping them open. That’s when I noticed Tom had changed. He was wearing leather trousers and a black harness across his chest. His cock was hanging out, it was pierced, he caught me looking at it. “I thought I’d put my ring in for you boy. I’ve told the others not to wear theirs, I want you to know when it’s Daddys cock in you.” Others? What others? My breathing started to increase again. Tom noticed. “Relax boy, it’s all part of the gift. My friends seen you in the bar with me. I promised they could help me break you in. Make you discover your true calling.” My heart was racing and my mind was running a mile a second. I wasn’t into group sex, Tom had barebacked me, I didn’t want strangers cumming in me. I looked at Tom, I could vaguely make out a tattoo on his chest, it was black and red and looked tribal. I knew I had seen it before. “They'll be here soon boy. Just remember you're my boy. I won’t let anything happen to you that I don’t want to happen.” He walked over to his sex wall and removed the glass jar of lube and placed it, along with a long syringe, on to a table next to the sling. He caught me glancing at his chest again. He just smiled and filled the syringe with lube . “This is all Daddy boy. I want my friends to fuck me deeper into you with every thrust.” Tom could probably sense my confusion. “This jar is 3 months worth of my cum boy. I told you I’ve been saving every drop since I first seen your tight little ass. My friends are going to use it as lube before they add to my loads already.” He never gave me a chance to respond, he walked out of the room and left me. After half an hour or so, the door opened and Tom strode over towards me, followed by a group of men. I couldn’t see how many there were, at least 10 anyway. I tried to look at them, they were all in their 40’s, muscled and stripped down to chaps, jockstraps and harnesses. They looked like they had just came from a kinky porn set. I noticed one of the guys had a similar tattoo to Toms, not only him but another, and another. In fact all the guys had the tattoo, in varying places. Some above their crotch, on their chest, arms. I’m sure one of them had it on his dick. ‘Biohazard’, thats what it was… wait did that mean they were all…

“Peter, lets go cruising for dick” I suggested. “Cool” I grabbed a pair of gym shorts out of my bag and slipped them on. Peter did the same. After each of us put on our shoes, we were out the door, each with poppers in hand. We rolled down all the windows and we set out to explore Palm Springs and cruise for cock. The air was hot blowing through the car causing each of us to start sweating, the smell was exciting. We drove through downtown. There were men everywhere. I saw a lot of men that I wanted to fuck me, but we didn't stop. As we turned down a side street, I noticed a guy walking towards us. He was shirtless. As we got closer, he grabbed his crotch. Peter slowed down and flashed the headlights. The man crabbed his crotch again, then stopped walking. We stopped next to him. “Hey buddy” I said. “Hey, looking for some poison” he asked “Looking for an injection of the deadliest” I said. “Got just what you want, but comes at a price” I motioned for him to get in the car, he adjusted his crotch again and walked to the back door. “You sure you want it” “Positive” He got in and we drove off. “What's the price of death on the street?” Peter asked “It's sold by the shot” “We want four shots!” I said quickly, “two each” “$400” the man said, “gave you the friends and family discount” “No problem” I said. “Which one of you is chasing death” “I am” I said, “he's already found death” It didn't take long to get back to the motel. The man was the first one out of the car. As I got out he grabbed my ass. I just stood there. He pulled my shorts down over my ass and squeezed each cheek. His fingers ran up inside my crack and over my hole. He stepped closer as his finger found my hole. “Looks like your quest for death has already began” “Yeah but I haven't accepted death yet” I grabbed my arm and pulled it back until my hand was on his crotch. I rubbed the front and discovered his hard cock. I squeezed it as his finger slid into my hole deep. “Come on guys,” Peter said, “lets do this inside” “Relax,” the man said, “its Palm Springs” I popped open the jeans of the man and stuck my hand in, wrapping my fingers around his thick cock. He flexed it in my hand. I moved my ass on his finger. “You’ in heat,” he said, “burning up from the inside” I pulled his cock out of his jeans. His balls were still tucked inside as I moved my ass towards his cock. He pulled his finger out of my hole and slowly pushed his cock into my sloppy hole. Reaching around he slid the finger that had been up my ass into my mouth. I eagerly sucked on his finger, tasting the loads from my ass. Peter stood by the hood of the car as the man slid his cock into my hole, between the parked cars. Peter was slowly rubbing his crotch. I pushed back on the man's hard cock, sliding it further into my hole. “I so enjoy fuckers like you,” he said, “ones who embrace death so eagerly” I slowly pulled off his cock, but left the head in then slid back down on it. He braced himself as I pulled off again. With his arms stretched out, hand on our car and hand on the one next to us, I pushed back hard and quick on his cock. I pressed back against him, feeling his jeans press into my ass. I pulled off and slammed back on his again. I continued to fuck my self on his work. “Work out my death, you twisted fucker” he said. Peter, still rubbing his cock through his shorts, was looking about to make sure no one pulled up and made trouble. I could hear cars passing by on the street, but that didn't stop me from fucking myself on the guys cock. My cock was hard trapped inside my shorts, as I moved on and off the street man’s hard cock. He suddenly grabbed my hips and pulled me back hard on his cock. He started the thrust in and out of me harder and harder. “Guys someone is driving up” Peter said, but it was too late. The car slowed as it passed us. Peter tried to get the man fucking me attention but he was focused on pumping in and out of my ass. It stopped and reversed, stopping so the driver was lined up so he could look between the cars where we were fucking. “Dude you fucking that ass?” the driver asked. “Bout to shoot in his hole” the man said. “Fuck yeah, toxic?” “Deadly” The driver pulled up and parked his car. “Ready for your first taste of my death?” I nodded as he pumped my ass harder and faster. The driver of the car had gotten out and was standing next to Peter, watching me as I was about to get my frost load out of this man. The stood there silently, Peter again rubbing his crotch as the driver rubbed Peter’s ass. “Killing you now” the man said as he slammed into me deep. His piss slit opened in my hole and he shot out a thick load of cum. He grunted with each shot. I milked his cock as he shot in me, slowly moving a bit and squeezing my hole around his cock. “That's one hundred” he said pulling out. Peter and the driver moved towards our motel room door. Leaving my ass exposed I walked a little behind them. With his cock hanging out of his jeans, our new escort walked behind me. Peter unlocked the door and the four of us went in, into the cool air.

"Joe, keep that camera running. And you, get all your clothes off and spread those ass cheeks," Lucas ordered. I hurriedly got naked and the anticipation had me so weak in the knees I could hardly stand up. I was actually going to get bred with that big beautiful poz cock. "Bend over, boy," Lucas murmured. I complied, which gave him the perfect position to slide his tongue deep in my asshole and worked it in and out for at least a full minute. I could look down and see his cock hanging and dripping precum on the floor. He stood up and right there inside the door he drove that huge uncut cock deep in my ass with one thrust. "Fuck, yeah, breed that fuck hole," Joe exclaimed in approval. Lucas took Joe up on his recommendation and slammed his cock into my ass so hard he slammed me into the wall. I managed to catch myself before I brained myself, and braced myself against his trusts, in point of fact slamming my ass hard against his cock. I could feel Lucas' balls slapping in my ass crack as Joe howled with pleasure watching me take Lucas' big cock. He pumped about 20 good hard thrusts and the anticipation must have been too much to last any longer and I felt his cock pulsing as he shot about six good long ropes of cum deep into my guts. Lucas panted as he continued grinding his cock into my ass, massaging his huge cum load into my tissues. I could feel some of it leaking out as he stroked and some dripped off my balls onto the floor. After a few minutes, Lucas withdrew only for Joe to shove a big butt plug into my asshole. Joe said "It's best to let that stay put for the time being." Lucas said, "Now that we have been properly introduced, how about we have a few drinks and talk for spell? This is the first installment and I wanted to get that out of the way before you had a chance to change your mind. Now we can take our time and get into some serious poz breeding and seeding. The commitment has been made now as you have a bonafide AIDS load swimming in your guts. From now on for the rest of your visit we can just enjoy the passion of AIDS breeding." To be Continued.

Bean Bag Toss: Isaiah’s dick spurted and my ass slurped up his POZ load. Just like the night before, he rolled off me and as soon as he did his brother Zeke slammed back in. “What’s that now boy?” Zeke asked, “How many loads you got in there. One from Walt. One from me. One from my little brother. Good thing we in the country boy as you’re just a fucking AIDS pig for your daddies aren’t you.” I gave a little snort and grunt and Zeke laughed. “TAKE MY AIDS DICK BOY - SHOW DADDY HOW HUNGRY THAT HOLE. YOU A HUNGRY HOLE? FUCK THAT’S WARM AND SLICK AND TIGHT. YOU GOING TO OBEY YOUR DADDY? FUCK WHO I TELL YOU? DO WHAT I TELL YOU? GOOD BOY - THAT’S A GOOD BOY - HERE YOU GO BOY - SOME MORE DADDY’S AIDS COTTON CUM CANDY JUST FOR YOU!” Back out at the little table Zeke lit up a joint and chuckled as I crawled underneath. I couldn’t help it. I had to feel his dick. Touch it. Taste it. Savor that POZ drip he seemed to constantly produce. “Come up now,” Zeke said, “Here, swallow this pill. Don’t matter what it is, just do as daddy orders. Good boy. I need to wake up sleeping beauty back there and while I do, you get dressed. We need to run an errand.” Isaiah was still groaning and growling when I followed Zeke out of the camper trailer. He had on his tattered camo baseball cap, but had put on a clean pair of pants and fresh t-shirt. The carnival was crowded and in full swing and I could hear laughter, voices, music, and the whirr of rides and activity as we made our way towards the back fence and into a closed off parking lot. Zeke stopped beside a cobalt blue car and gingerly rubbed the spotless hood. “This here’s my baby,” he said affectionately. I’ve never been a car guy and just said, “It looks nice.” Zeke looked at me, pinched the unfiltered cigarette he was smoking between his thumb and forefinger, “Get over here boy,” he said. I walked around, he put his left arm around my shoulder and bent forward, “This is not NICE - this - this fucking car is a God damn American work of art. A 1966 Chevy Impala. Get in.” The car rumbled to life, the tires spit gravel as we pulled out, and Zeke smiled as we hit the road. “Few things in life make your daddy happy boy. Weed. Beer. Some good ass to breed and POZ. And my baby here. Fuck listen to that purr - sort of sounds like when I hit that prostate just right.” I rubbed my hands on the leather seats, the chrome fixtures, and laughed as the wind whipped through the open window. Zeke reached over and patted my thigh, “You feeling good yet?” I nodded. He said, “Yeah that’s the Molly kicking in.” We got on the highway and went several miles before Zeke pulled off into a rest area. He parked down near the far end by a big semi trailer. There were a few others cars there, but none close. He walked around to the driver’s side door and pounded on it. He pounded again. A small light shone inside the cab, a man peered out, gave a quick wave, then ducked back in. Zeke leaned against the side of the tractor, unzipped his pants, “Get on your fucking knees boy and suck my dick.” I didn’t bother to stop when I heard the door open to the cab and a man mumble as he stepped down the ladder. “Christ Zeke,” he said, “You trying to get yourself arrested or some shit? Doing that right out here where those cars going by can see? What if someone walks this way.” Zeke just laughed, “Well then they’ll see my boy pleasing his daddy. Now boy, I bet old Kennie here’s got a bladder full of trucker piss. Open that mouth and swallow that shit for him like I taught you.” Kennie started to object, but with a, “Oh hell,” unzipped his jeans, fished out a nice mushroom headed dick, and let me have it. Kennie sighed as he finished pissing, stepped back, “Damn, look what you gone and done now.” Zeke just laughed, “Oh don’t worry about that none Kennie. I know how much you like those sloppy truck stop whore cunts so I made sure the boy’s ass pussy is good and wet for you. Go on now, climb up in there and make my buddy here feel good. I got me a joint to smoke. Go on now - and Kennie - trust me - you’ll enjoy that raw ass and you’ll feel much more like handling business once your mind can focus.” Zeke laughed as I smiled and felt a rush of horniness wash over me. There was something fucking hot about this AIDs daddy just pimping me out to other men. Kennie had one of those extra big sleepers on his tractor, one that you can actually stand up in, with a pretty good size bed. He zipped the closure shut, quickly got undressed, and I licked my lips at this hairy daddy trucker. His dick was a damn good size. He reached into a cubby hole and pulled out this weird pear shaped black thing that he slid down over his dick then tucked his balls through it was well. It looked like a cock ring, but with an extra shelf on the front that his balls rested on, which pushed them almost right up beside his shaft. I pulled my shorts off and climbed up on the bed. Kennie climbed up behind me, laid on my back, rolled back and forth a little as his dick hardened, then slid a couple fingers up my ass. “Yeah, you’re kinda slick, but I like a dripping wet pussy. Hold still.” With the light still on he reached into another cubby, pulled out a dirty white bottle with a long tip on the end and I squirmed when he jammed the tip in and squeezed. It was cool, and made me feel like I had to go. Kennie slid right up my ass with no problem. SQUIRT SQUIRT SQUIRT SQUIRT. My ass made sloppy wet noises every time he thrust inside me. Kennie kept rolling forward with his thrusts, trying to stretch my ass chute and then I realized the more he rolled back and forth, the more his cock ring/platform thingy was pushing his balls down beside his shaft. Kennie pushed harder, rolled, thrusted, pushed, then leaned a bit on his right side and thrust and PLOP - his right ball squeezed and slipped inside my ass ring. Kennie grabbed my shoulders, pushed, rolled, thrusted, then leaned a bit on his left side and PLOP - his left ball slipped in. Whatever discomfort Kennie might have felt must have quickly passed as we were both moaning in pleasure. “FUCK ME DADDY TRUCKER - FUCK ME!” I begged. Kennie slid his hands off my shoulders and covered my mouth, “Shhh, no talking. Just moan baby - moan for me - fucking your wet cunt - fucking you good. Fucking your wet sloppy cunt. That’s it baby - spread those legs open, let me hit that G spot - fucking your cunt baby - fucking it - fucking it - HELL YEAH YOU MAKING ME SHOOT BABY - SHOOTING IN YOU GOOD - WHEW - YES!” Kennie’s balls pulsed and throbbed as he bred me and it was the strangest sensation like having two little earthquakes happening inside me. Slowly, ever so slowly, his dick softened and out slid his shaft, deflated balls, and a cascade of whatever he had squirted up my hole for lube. I started to apologize for making a mess, but Kennie, now looking ashamed and embarrassed, just shook his head and said, “We best get back outside and get you and Zeke on your way.” Back in the parking lot, Zeke and Kennie spoke in hushed tones. Kennie unlocked a small compartment on the side of the tractor and pulled out a red, plastic cooler with a white top and handed it to Zeke. The car trunk was opened, they stood behind it a minute and concluded whatever business they had to do as I wandered a bit amongst the small trees, and looked to the south as lightning lit up the sky. I hustled back to the car as Zeke motioned me over, we both got in, got back on the highway and a couple miles down pulled off, turned, crossed over, and headed back the way we had come to the carnival. “Did you have fun? Zeke asked, “Did you like taking dick like that for your daddy? I don’t know if Kennie’s got a POZ load or not, but I know he has fucked every truck stop whore between hear and Sioux Falls and Chicago and Denver. He usually hauls for the Hormel plant and we keep in touch as he’s a good runner for me. Keeps me restocked on whatever shipments I need and well, today your ass was just a tidy thanks.” I looked over at Zeke as some of the ash from his cigarette blew off and sailed into the back of the car. “Fuck Jesus,” he swore as he swiped at his shirt. I laughed then asked, “Can we pull over a minute. I think I need to go.” Zeke eased the car off the highway shoulder and I barely had gotten out before I had to squat and let loose. Christ, whatever Kennie had shot into my ass for lube sure didn’t want to wait around. Zeke tossed me some napkins from the glove box, and they were more than enough to get me set. We pulled into the gravel lot just as the first pelts of rain began to fall. Thunder boomed, lightning peeled, lights flickered and the wind gusted. The rain came quick and fast and Zeke just laughed as we both ran for his camper trailer. He threw the door opened, bounded in, me close behind. Who the fuck were they? Isaiah was sitting at his normal spot at the table. Across from him, holding a hand of cards, was a guy who looked about my age, but that was the only normal thing about him. He had a number of colorful tattoos up and down his arms, his neck, half his face and scalp. Two silver metal spikes protruded from his forehead like little horns and his ear lobes hung low, stretched by large, black spikes. His eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, cheeks, lip, and more were pierced too. Fucking hell! I looked from him to the other stranger who was standing but hunched over. Isaiah was big; this guy was a giant and all muscle with biceps as thick as my thighs. Zeke shook himself, grabbed a t-shirt off a pile of clothes in the corner, started to towel himself dry and said, “That there’s Mr. Montana and that’s Rico - Rico Suave. Two more from the freak show.” Rico turned and smiled and showed a line of teeth sharpened into fangs and I gasped a little when he stuck out his tongue - it was split and forked like a snake. I hate snakes. Zeke laughed, “Come on boy. Let them finish their game. Come on in back and let’s dry off and get a smoke. Montana? Come in back with us. I got something you may like.” The three of us got through half a joint and I had popped a pill when the trailer shook. The storm had moved in full force and the windows rattled and rain pelted the roof and Zeke left out with Isaiah and Rico to make sure things were shut down and buttoned up. They had barely left the trailer before Mr. Montana stood up, unzipped his dick and told me to squat over his shaft and sit on it if I wanted a good dicking. Although he insisted on wearing a condom, I decided I had to have that donkey dick as it was so big and my ass was so hungry. I agreed to take it covered and with some extra spurts of lube we were off to the races. I then wondered where the fuck they made condoms that size. He was a good deal bigger than the brother daddies and it hurt like a son of a bitch going in, but he didn’t let that stop him in the least. Before long I had him balls deep and while I tried to pull off when the guys came back, Mr. Mountain held my hips firm and bounced me up and down his rod. Zeke just laughed when he pulled the curtain back and slipped into the bedroom with us. He stripped, dried off, lit a new joint, and sat on the edge of the bed, sharing the joint between us, and jacking his dick as he watched Mr. Mountain dig me out. While the curtain was closed, it clearly sounded from the grunts and noise coming from the front that Rico and Isaiah had decided to forgo the card game too. I felt a little jealous. Didn’t have a right to I guess, but I did. Once again Zeke seemed like he could read my mind. “Oh, don’t worry about that,” he said as he waved the lit joint towards the front, “It’s just a little fun between friends - ain’t that right Montana? You see Rico is Montana’s boy. Now Montana, let my boy here get on his hands and knees so you can really power fuck his ass. Be the fuck God you are - make my boy praise and worship you while he slobbers on my dick.” A little repositioning and Zeke was sitting with his back against the far wall, his legs open, with me on my hands and knees between them sucking his dick as Mr. Montana fucked me. He was hunched over my back, slamming my hole, when Zeke straightened up a little and half whispered, “MONTANA, GO AHEAD AND PULL THAT RUBBER OFF. MY BOY WILL TAKE IT RAW AND NOT JUST RAW - YOU CAN SHOOT YOUR NUTT IN HIS ASS TOO. YOU WANT THAT? I KNOW YOU’VE SAID YOU MISS BEING ABLE TO BREED ASS AND TOO BAD FOR RICO. MISSING OUT ON THAT. WE WON’T SAY A WORD WILL WE? NO SEE. MY BOY WILL BE QUIET. THAT’S RIGHT - EASE IT OFF AND SLIDE RIGHT BACK IN. SEE I TOLD YOU YOU’D LIKE THAT - FEELS FUCKING GOOD HUH. NOW ANYTIME YOU NEED TO DIG SOME ASS YOU JUST COME ON BY. MY BOY HERE WILL TAKE YOU RAW EVERY TIME AND HOW ABOUT NEXT TIME, YOU USE JUST SPIT - YEAH JUST SPIT. MAKE HIS HOLE GOOD AND SORE. AND FUCK HIM ON HIS BACK. BREED THAT BOY HOLE - BREED IT MAN - BREED MY BOY - FUCK YEAH MAN - BREED HIS ASS!” Well, apparently I was not the only one who was jealous. After Mr. Mountain put about a quart of cum up my ass, he got dressed, went out front, and as Zeke slid in my cummy hole we heard shouting and arguing. Mr. Montana and Rico were going at it and a shattered glass and slammed door later, Rico was gone. When he came back through the curtain Zeke patted Mr. Montana on the shoulder, “It’s OK man. Let him go. Here - take this pill. Hang with us. We’ll smoke, drink, and fuck the God damn night away. How about that? You want to try spit fucking my boy now? You think you can get it back up?” Three daddy dicks fucked me good that night and I was in pig heaven. The next morning, the skies were still dark and stormy. Zeke and Isaiah took their time rolling out of bed and between a couple of cigarettes, a joint, coffee, and me, they managed to get up and get their day started. Two hours later Zeke and I pulled into the motel where I had been staying. He put the Chevy into park, looked at me, smiled, and asked, “You ready?” My hand shook a bit as I opened the door to the room. The interior was dark, humid, and Zeke pulled the middle of the drapes back to let in a shaft of dim light, “Get that ass up in the air boy. This is how I plan to start every morning from now on. Your hole peaking out, begging for daddy AIDS cum, me smoking, stroking, then fucking the shit out of you good. What do you say boy?” It was natural for me to reply, “Thank you Daddy,” and as I got naked, propped my ass up on a couple pillows facing the window, without a care about who might walk by, I thought back to the chat Zeke, Isaiah, and I had the night before as the three of us lay entwined in the camper bed. Zeke spoke for both the brothers when he said: “Well boy. You’ve proved yourself well these past two nights and we like you. Well enough to say you’re welcome to stay. We ain’t got a whole lot, but can sure promise you as much raw dick, POZ cum, weed and shit as you can handle. Of course, we’d look out for you too. You’d be our boy, but that don’t mean we’re married or shit. Just is what it is - us and you. Oh and well, other folks we tell you to bend over for too. You’d have to work here at the carnival of course, and help us with our shit. Then when the season’s done, you’ll come to the ranch down in Santa Fe. I think you’d like it down there and fuck - I know I’m looking forward to some nasty freak shit I got in mind for you. So what do you say boy, you ready to stay with your AIDs daddies?” I smiled and laughed a bit as of course right at the end of that speech Isaiah figured he needed to fuck me again, so it didn’t take much convincing once his big raw dick was inside me from the back and Zeke was working my nipples on the front. Zeke tapped out his cigarette, spit on his hand, slicked just the head of his dick, then punched my hole. Fuck I loved that. “TAKE THIS AIDS CUM BOY. GOD DAMN GOOD BOY FOR YOUR DADDY. FUCKING POZZING THAT HOLE AND HAVING YOU BENT OVER LIKE THIS MAKES ME THINK I KNOW THE PERFECT FUCKING JOB FOR YOU AT THE CARNIVAL.” I relished the feel of Zekes dirty cum up my ass as we packed my few things and took them out to his car. Before we left, I stopped at the desk and paid my bill, then handed the clerk an envelope to mail - my resignation from work. Back at the carnival the camper trailer was empty and there was a scribbled note from Isaiah letting Zeke know he and Mr. Montana had gone looking for Rico who also apparently had now run off. Fine by me. I was enough of a cum hound for this freak show. Zeke dropped my bags, handed me a bottle of Jungle Juice to tuck into my pocket, then lit a joint for us to share as we walked through the carnival. A few folks were out, cleaning up from the storm and getting things set up for hopefully opening later that afternoon. Zeke appeared to be on good terms with everyone and proudly introduced me as ‘his cousin’. Maybe his ‘preferences’ were not so known after all. Fine by me. We wandered through a set of game booths and stopped in front of one that had several sections to it with a big sign on top, BEAN BAG TOSS. Zeke stooped under the side railing, I followed, then he walked into the back. “Hey Earl, EARL!” No one replied. Zeke took a big hit on the joint, handed it to me, then when he exhaled he said, “Well Earl will show you the ropes. He’s a good guy, but don’t let his gruff exterior push you off. He may look like a little troll from one of them fantasy movies, but he’s good folk. If he was younger, he’d be all over your ass no doubt, so you’re not here for that - not with him anyways - but you are for everyone else.” I looked at him questioningly as Zeke walked to the side of the dim tent and patted a tall, wooden bean bag toss game that was a couple of clowns with holes strategically cut into the wood near their feet, hands, heads, etc… The paint was peeling in spots but Zeke said, “Pull your shorts off and put your ass right to that hole.” I did, he walked around behind it and lined his dick up with my ass. Zeke slid in my cummy hole, “Fuck yeah. So here’s the extra deal. You’ll help Earl run the booth when we don’t need you. I’ll pass the word. If you’re gonna help your daddies out, you got to learn the art of the sale, but first, we need to give folks around here a taste of those doughy mounds you got. I’ll be sending folks by, and when Earl tells you it’s time for a break you’ll put your ass to this hole and take their raw dick. You want that boy?” My affirmation of my new life as his boy was held in three words, “FUCK ME DADDY!” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

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.

After deep seeding a guy's pussy, I like taking him out to a bar for a few beers knowing he is having some leakage that is keeping his hole wet. It just makes him want to be re-seeded over and over. And when other guys in the bar know he is sperm lubed it makes it easier to arrange a group breeding.

OMG What Did I Do? Part IX I was finally getting that close up look at this guys huge cock. It was in my face and then I had the head of it in my mouth before I knew what I was doing. He was sucking my cock and ramming my big dildo in and out of my ass. He was pounding my hole hard and fast with that dildo and had me just floating away with the fantastic feelings he was causing. I tried to get more of his cock in my mouth but it was just so huge I could barely get a couple of inches past the head of it in me. I could feel myself getting harder and harder and was very close to cumming, when he all at once stopped sucking and grabbed the base of my cock with his free hand hard. It completely stopped the sensation and he just held on tight for a bit. I groaned around his cock and he then told me he didn't want me to cum yet, just keep edging a while and then make it a really good orgasm for me. I just wriggled around as he had not quit ramming my hole with his other hand with the dildo. I was going into overdrive more wanting to get off but loving the sensation also. After a few minutes, he started to lick my cock up and down. Then he eased it into his mouth a little at a time. He was driving me wild and I was sucking his cock and then would take it out of my mouth and lick all of it I could get to. This huge cock was magnificent. I had never seen nor felt anything like it before and was doing my best to just worship it. As I got it back in my mouth he suddenly pushed it in hard and basically gagged me hard. I was gasping but he was on top of me and I could do nothing and then he let up and I was able to get a gasp of air and then he did it again. He kept this up, alternating between almost choking my air off completely and then letting me have just a gasp of air. I was loving his attention to my cock and ass but was getting so little air I was getting a little dizzy from it. Then just when I didn't think I could take it much more he pulled his cock out of my mouth and at the same time pulled the dildo out of my ass. I arched my back involuntarily from the sensation of being empty and not wanting to be. As he tossed the dildo aside he then let go of my cock with his mouth, grabbed my legs and lifted them up and pulled my ass up from the blanket and then his mouth was clamped to my hole and his tongue went to work. He use his tongue to rub around and around my open hole and then would drive it into me. I was almost able to dump him off of me when he did that from jerking my entire body as he caused such a wild sensation of pleasure. Lucky for us both he was bigger than me and was able to hang on and kept on rimming me driving his tongue as deep as he could push it into me. As he did this he eased up off of me then and turned around and without getting his mouth off of my hole put my legs up over his shoulders and was then looking up at me. He lifted my ass up just enough that as I lifted my head up to look down there I was looking him right in the eyes as he kept rimming me. He was really driving me more and more crazy and then one of his hands took ahold of my cock and started to pump it. I don't think I had ever been this wild before and was basically driving my ass and cock at him for more. Then he broke off rimming me and his lips started up across my balls, stopping to suck each of them into his hot mouth for a bit. Then higher and took just the head of my cock into his heated mouth as he continued to pump my cock with his hand. Then he started kissing his way up my stomach to my chest and then back and forth kissing and nipping at my nipples for a while. I was getting close to cumming again as these sensations were just too much for me to handle. Then, as his kisses came up across my throat and then to my mouth I felt his cock hit my ass. I froze up some then. Wait, was I wanting to go all the way like this. The only cock that had been in me for a long time was my boyfriend's. Did I want to completely cheat on him. I was way over the line now, but this was too much, wasn't it? He must have felt me tense up though as his hand stroked me faster then and his tongue went deep into my mouth then in a very hot passionate kiss. He just rubbed his cock around my crack a little as I relaxed some thinking that was all he was going to do. His hand on my cock felt so good stroking away. I know I had never felt this much pleasure before and I could think of nothing else but my approaching orgasm. He broke the kiss off and looked me in the eyes as he told me I was fantastic and he loved the feelings of my body against his. His almost hypnotic voice had me just falling deeper and deeper into his eyes. I could tell I was about to cum when, again, he quit stroking my cock and grabbed the base of it hard. Again I groaned my frustration but he quickly started to stroke me again. My groan turned into moan of pleasure then and I felt a new pressure also. It then came to me that he had started pushing his cock into my hole. The head was already in. I had never felt so full and his cock just kept slipping further and further into my hot open ass. My eyes got very big but he just kept looking into them deeply and his voice kept telling me to relax and enjoy. I could not move. After, what seemed like an eternity, his cock stopped moving into me. I was finally able to move a little and reached down and felt my ass and his huge cock was buried completely in my hole. I could not believe it. That huge monster cock completely in me. I almost freaked out then, but his mouth came down on mine again and his tongue went deep into mine. He then started to pull back out with his cock until just the head of it was all that was left in me. He then pushed back in slowly and in and out like that oh so easy and slow. I was just moaning continually now from the intense feelings. I could feel that cock stretching me like nothing before had including my large dildo. It was more fantastic than anything ever before. In about 10 minutes of this he started to pick up the pace, faster and faster and harder and harder. He was driving every inch of his cock into me as deeply as he could. He pushed my legs up higher and higher until I was on my shoulders and my hole pointing straight up. He was pile driving my ass fast, hard and deep as it could go. My own cock was pointing straight into my face and only about 3 inches above it. He kept it going for a good 15 minutes more and then I could tell a difference in his breathing and knew he was getting close. My own cock was throbbing from his pummeling of my protate. I knew I was close to cumming again too. Then he leaned down a little and told me he was cumming and my own cock exploded right into my own mouth. As I felt his huge cum filling me up he then grinned and told me it was great to be able to fill my hole with his very high viral load of cum.

OMG What Did I Do? Part II A couple of days went by since my session with the guy with the big cock. I was still turned on terribly by his gruff voice and the thought of an 11" cock like my dildo. That had been one of my most intense climaxes ever. My boyfriend was home for the evening and after supper I basically raped him. LOL Told him I had missed his cock so much and had to have it. We barely made it to the bed and got our clothes off when I had his cock buried in my throat sucking for all I was worth. I needed that cock hard and in me badly. In a short time it was nice and hard and let it go and laid down on my back. My boy tipped me almost upside down and rammed his cock home in my hole. The only lube, my saliva from sucking him. I let out a scream of pain as I had thought he was going to get some lube first. He held still for all of, maybe, 2 or 3 seconds and then started to pound my hole good. I love being upended like that. Basically being pile driven and my own cock just a couple of inches from my lips. He felt like he was trying to drive me through the mattress to the floor. Harder and faster and as deep as he could go. He kept it up and kept it up, driving me wild. Then after a good 20 minutes I felt my own cock start to tingle and I opened my mouth and caught my own load as I erupted. It was fantastic and then with my ass quivering my boy yelled here it comes and he let loose his cum deep in me and ground it into me making my cock keep spurting more also. It took us another good 5 minutes to finally start to settle down. What a fantastic fuck. It then dawned on me that right at the end I had thought of an 11" cock spurting into me just as my boyfriend was doing it. Fucking hot for sure and my own cock did another couple of twitches from that thought. We laid there in each others arms for quite a while after that and then my boy's cock started getting hard again, so we did it again. It was another intense fuck and we both were about as drained as you can get by the time we finished this time. We then laid in each other's arms and called it a night.

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