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A True Story It was 3:00 AM on a Saturday morning and I found myself buzzing with a mixture of beer, poppers and the two fresh loads inside my well used cunt, all courtesy of Grindr. A butt plug was keeping the loads secure in my ass as I looked for a third load when I received a text from a cute student some 400 meters distant. "Hey man you looking for fun?" the student asked. "Sure. I've already had some but just so horny tonight." "Ah, fuck, sweet. I'm a bit drunk and need cock," the guy added. "Lol, me too. You top or bottom?" I asked, cutting to the chase. He was no less direct in responding "Both, but really want to get fucked." "I've had two cocks cum in me. I'm versatile though and rock hard." "Sweet, you wanna fuck me?" My next text broached the next level: "Love to, although I have to tell you I’m a bareback cum slut. Not into rubber." There was a pause of almost thirty seconds before he responded "That's cool. I don't like rubber either but I do like cum." "Good to hear. I got a butt plug holding in two loads." The kid was apparently quite a perv as he responded "Nice. I could lick those out and we could share." Fuck, the kid was making me horny. But he hadn't asked me my status, which left in the air whether or not I should bring it up. I decided to string him along. "So, you wanna come over?" Another pause ensued before he responded "Yeah. Are you clean?" Now I paused, deciding to answer him literally. "Yeah, always clean." "No, I mean HIV." Of course I knew what he meant, so I bent the truth to keep him on my hook, answering "Don't know right now. Had test, waiting for result." Actually, my reply was, in some degree, true. I had been to my doctor that day, and he drew blood. What I had omitted was to acknowledge I was HIV positive and that although was usually undetectable, I had been off meds intentionally for over a month. so I suspected I was quite toxic at that moment. After a much longer pause he responded simply "Okay." “Still want me to fuck you?" I asked. "Yeah." “Sweet.” Giving him my address, I was ready when, 30 minutes later, there was a knock at the door of my flat. He was even better looking in the flesh and although clearly drunk, he was still a bit nervous so, wearing only boxers which barely contained my hard-on, I welcomed him, leading him into the lounge. I’ve already got some hot bareback porn on and I offer him a beer and sit right next to him on the sofa. He takes a few swigs and I place a hand on his crotch and feel a rock hard and pretty offensive piece of meat there. He turns and we’re snogging in a heartbeat, tongues deep in each other’s mouths, he tastes like beer and cigarettes. He finds my nipples and tweaks them before slowly moving down to my cock. “Fuck you’re sexy” He slurs. “You too, lets get you out of these clothes” He starts to undress and I slip off my boxers and out springs 8” uncut of precum dripping cock. He smiles when he sees it and me likewise when I get a load of his tight, athletic body and fat dick. He dropped between my legs and I forced his face down onto my shaft which he quickly devoured, taking almost all of it down his throat in one go. He was a great cock sucker and treated me to a long, slow, blow job. He also found the butt plug so I shifted my position, all the better for him to release the juices from my cunt. Gently he eased it out and I forced his head towards my dripping pussy. “Lick it out and share with me” I commanded He hesitated at first, as clearly saying it on Grindr was easier than being faced with the reality of doing it but bless him, he went down and I lifted my legs to allow him to lap up the sploodge I pushed out for him. He rimmed me good and licked it all out, coming back up, we embraced in a felched charged snowball. I could taste cum and shit which was so erotic but I was amazed my young fuck slut was so happy and eager. He wanked my cock and his own as we kissed. I eventually pushed him back down and shifted him round on the rug. Parting his beautifully pert bum cheeks and finding a perfectly shaved hole. I was down on his exposed cunt with my tongue, rimming him deep and long. He moaned in delight as my expertly dexterous tongue and finger work aroused him to exquisite heights. “mmmm fuck me”, he eventually groaned through gritted teeth. I didn’t need asking twice and poking my cock at his lovely cunt I pushed in and carried on without stopping until I was fully inside his hole. He breathed out deeply and bucked a bit but took it all in one go like a trouper. I started fucking him slowly but soon got up a head of steam, power fucking his beautiful body. We were both grunting and moaning loudly as I pumped his hole. I only paused to sniff on my poppers which I handed to him and waited as he took deep, long sniffs. I knew I had a way to go before I’d shoot so I used him in a few positions, but wanted to be fucking him missionary, staring into those pretty eyes as I came inside his negative cunt; infecting him with my toxic load. We fucked for ages and were pretty sweaty as I finally felt my orgasm brewing. I flipped him on his back and lifted his legs up, pushing back into him and continuing my onslaught. We were now staring into each others eyes. I love a guy who won’t break eye contact and he didn’t. I kissed him between strokes and as I got close he could sense it. “You’re poz aren’t you?” he whispered as we broke the last kiss. Fuck I thought, what the hell, “Yeah” I replied and didn’t stop. He didn’t make any move to stop me either. “You want my poz load?” I asked starting to peak and staring into his sole. He didn’t hesitate, he didn’t break eye contact, “Yeah, poz me” and with that I grinned down and came hard and loud. I continued to pump my load into his hole and he wrapped his legs round me to force me deeper inside him. “Fuck, fuck” he kept whispering in my ear. I grinned. Maybe the reality was hitting him but it felt good to poz this bitch. Eventually I collapsed onto him. Our hot bodies entwined and once again I found myself staring into his beautifully young face. “Fuck man, what did we do?” he moaned. “You just took a toxic load” I replied reaching down to feel my cum between his ass cheeks. I withdrew my hand which had some cum on my fingers and showed him. He stared at my fingers then started licking them clean. Our night didn’t end there. He stayed until the morning and I fucked three more loads into him during the night and before he left. I didn’t even know his name. 3am, eight weeks later and I’m on Grindr and up pops a familiar looking student: “Hey. It’s me from a few weeks ago” “Oh yeah hi. How are you?” “Toxic”………..

1. Apt #5C He was drenched. Dripping. The rain let up two blocks from the address he held in his hand, but too late. He was already soaked. Shoes squished climbing the stoop. Manetti/Prior, written in faded blue ink on yellowed masking tape, ink running in splotches, evidence of at least a year exposed to weather—rain, snow, cold; now heat and steamy humidity, even now near midnight—but those words he could make out. The second, his and his brother's last name. There was a stack of buttons each with tape next to it, each with a name or names next to hard, rusty buttons. Manetti is who he wrote to the second time, the time he asked if he could come out and stay with him, with them. The first time he wrote to his brother directly, but Manetti, Mike Manetti, answered for his brother. He wrote he didn't know where his brother was. He thought he might have gone back to his mother’s house in Long Beach. Back to California. Chris pushed the button. There were only quiet sounds of a summer Tuesday night in New York. Except for a cab slowly prowling down the street, the block was abandoned, desolate. A fire hydrant left open poured into the summer street. The cab's tires slushed through the puddle and drove off into the night. The facades of the streetscape was dreary, few building’s windows lit, most were boarded up. The one next to this building had a big 'Condemned' placard on the door. A movement in a trashcan at the bottom of the stoop. A rat emerged setting the lid ajar. A couple of needles lay on top of black garbage bags inside. No, he wrote to Manetti, his brother Ben hadn't come back to California. He, Chris, Ben's younger brother, lived in Long Beach with his mother—well, had lived with her, he wasn't exactly getting along with her at the moment—well, her boyfriend actually, which is why he was trying to get a hold of his brother. The letter he sent back to Manetti was rambling. He didn't have a place to live. His mother didn't actually ask him to leave, but every morning, usually at the bathroom, Carl, his mother's new boyfriend, posed, arm on door frame, menacingly in his heavily sweat-stained underwear, pee stain in the crotch. Chris would squeezed passed him. Every day it seemed Carl took up more and more of what was left of the space in the doorway, inched his underwear's yellow bulge closer and closer to him. The day he wrote to Manetti, he felt desperate. He had felt Carl's body heat as he passed under his arm, felt a wisp of his chest hair, a brush on his shoulder from Carl's black, musky pit. He felt Carl's wetness linger on his shoulder, his residual stink. Could he crash with them? He'd pay his way. He couldn't stay at home any longer. Please, he implored in his letter. Yes, Manetti wrote back. A single word. So Manetti. The door buzzed and Chris leaned into its weight as the bolt unlocked. After receiving Manetti’s reply, Chris, a month shy of graduating high school, stopped at his house to pick up some clothes. For the last couple weeks he was crashing in the back seat of his best friend's Impala. His mechanics job at the Chevron gas station where he worked after school and on Saturdays didn't pay enough for him to afford an apartment, but he had saved enough for a one way ticket to New York. California didn't seem to want him, and living in a car’s back seat wasn't living. Carl was a growing menace that was about to boil over into...he didn't know what. And didn't want to know. The type of menace in Carl’s eyes he was unfamiliar with. Abuse, yes. His own father was brutal to him and his brother sometimes. But there was something else he felt in his gut with Carl. Maybe lower than his gut. It stirred some excitement, but he wanted to get away from it before he knew exactly what its root was. Inside, the hallway was lit by a flickering fluorescent bulb. Two dogs barked in an apartment down the hall. There should have been two bulbs in the ceiling fixture, but one was flickering its way out. The halway was dim, full of shadows. A rickety staircase filled half the narrow corridor. He climbed five floors, each landing a bit dingier than the last, heavier in graffiti as he climbed. On the top floor landing it was nearly pitch black, but a door stood open a crack and a shadow draped in a flimsy robe hovered in the door frame. "You Chris?" a deep voice asked. Chris set his gym bag down at the landing and said yeah, catching his breath. He felt his heart beating. There was a momentary fight or flight response he was trying to suppress. He hadn't expected that he'd be fearful upon arriving at his brother's apartment, but his brother wasn't here. Just Manetti. Manetti moved a little forward, enough so the apartment's light spilled over his broad shoulders, put a halo in back of his long brown hair. Chris made out teeth, a bit of a smile. Manetti extended his hand and the two shook. “Manetti. Mike Manetti.” His grip was firm but the skin soft, a little clammy. "And your Ben's little brother Chris. C’mere!" Manetti pulled him forward, gave him a warm friendly bear hug. Chris could have stayed there in that embrace forever. There was a familiar smell to him. And strength. He hadn't expected it, but he suddenly felt relief; his worry and a continent-wide anxiety melted in that embrace. Manetti released him and looked him over. "Dog shit day out there, Chief. Thunderstorm didn’t even help. Looks like it got you bad. Get in here and take your wet sneaks off." Chris saw the robe was open and that Manetti was naked underneath. He caught a quick view of Manetti' dark hairy torso, thick uncut cock, donkey balls dangling between two muscular, wooly legs. He opened the door for Chris while at the same time knotted up his robe. Chris carried in his gym bag, his few pitiful things: gym clothes, another pair of worn jeans, two old t-shirts (The Romones, Adidas), underwear (dirty), socks (smelly). Manetti closed and bolted the door. Three separate locks snapped into place. "Sorry, I was thinking about going out. Didn't know if you'd get here tonight. It's pretty late." "No, yeah. Sorry." Chris was pretty quiet generally. Didn't like to talk. Always self-conscious of saying something dumb, a leftover from an over-critical father. He looked around at the filthy kitchen—sink full of dishes, ashtray full of butts, dark grimy windows—not much different from home, actually. It was kind of reassuring in a perverse kind of way. Manetti was giving him an intense examination in the kitchen light. He felt he needed to say something to distract from his self-consciousness. "Um, I waited a long time for the bus in Newark. And then I walked to the East Village from the bus station. Lot farther than I thought. I wasn't prepared for rain. Didn’t bring an umbrella. Didn’t really think I’d need one. Dunno why. Guess I'm an idiot." His voice trailed off. Usually he never even said that much. That was [robably more than he'd said in a week. He was nervous, a little frightened, and yet glanced up several times to get a better look at Manetti. “Sorry, I’m going on like a moron. I’m tired I guess. It’s been a long day.” "I can see that," Manetti said, ruffling Chris’ wet hair. “Take your things off and hang them on the window bars. Let ‘em dry out." Manetti picked up Chris' gym bag and tossed it next to the archway to the next room. The kitchen window had retractable bars. It was set at an angle to the building, faced a brick wall and shadowy darkness beyond. Chris looked up and gave Manetti a quick smile, then concentrated on kicking off his shoes. He peeled off his socks and shirt, hanging them through the diagonal bars. A light from across the airshaft flashed. The flash blinded him for a second, and maybe it was a residual image imprinted on his retina, but he thought he saw an outline of a figure lurking in the gloom across the airshaft. "Pants," said Manetti, snapping his fingers. It almost felt like an order, but Chris didn't seem to mind. He was, though, a little embarrassed especially because Manetti was so big compared to him. He looked like some of the dockworkers he'd seen in the port of Long Beach. Big and burly, a little intimidating. He felt the man's eyes running over his thin frame. He felt small, miniature even, in this tiny kitchen. His pant legs dripped on the linoleum but Manetti didn't seem to care. He sat down at the dinette table in his threadbare underwear, setting his back to the window, putting his folded hands in his lap. "Is the bag all you brought?" Manetti nodded to his gym bag. "Yeah, not much, right? I'm not used to packing. Never really gone anywhere. I didn't have no time. Just picked up what was on my floor." Chris noticed the robe had fallen open again revealing one of Manetti's dark, hairy thighs. He quickly looked around the kitchen. "Bathtub?" he said surprised that there was a bathtub in the kitchen. It sat right smack in the middle of the kitchen, dividing the room essentially in two. Didn’t know how he could have missed it when he first walked in. A metal top that doubled as a counter lay on top of it. "Yeah, it’s pretty common in these old walk-ups. Hey, you want some soup or something? I have some left over. Just need to heat it up." Chris nodded eagerly. He hadn't realized just how starving he was. He had a cheese sandwich on the plane but that was hours ago. Manetti was nice, he thought. His furtive glance took in his deep set brown eyes and thick black brows over a smooth forehead. Long brown hair and sideburns. It was weird his brother never spoke about his roommate. "How do you know Ben?" he asked. Manetti went to the fridge and took out a pot and started warming it up on the stove. "Met at a bath house last winter. Took pretty quickly to each other. He fucked me, then I flipped him. We did that all night. Didn’t hook up with anyone else. That night anyway. Then I moved in here with him a week later." Manetti gave him a once over to gauge his reaction as he stirred the soup. Then he added, "You don't really look like brothers." Chris was surprised by how frank Manetti was about being gay, especially that part about the bath house. We wished he could be that bold. "We're step brothers. My dad adopted him when he was sixteen, but that didn’t work out," Chris said. Chris stopped himself from saying more. He listened to the spoon stirring in the pot. It was pretty common for people to say, that they didn’t look alike. He had thin blond hair, almost white, parted on the side, was skinny and on the short side. He liked wearing his hair shoulder-length, whereas his brother had almost a lion’s mane of thick dirty blond hair he always wore in a ponytail. It was one of the first things he could recall, Ben's ponytail. Ben was tall, athletic, broad chested, ten years his senior. They both had their mother’s wide face and striking blue eyes, but that’s where the similarity ended. Ben ruled any room he was in. People flocked to him. He was magnetic. Chris was a loner, shy. Not the brightest bulb, said he dad endlessly. But he was resourceful, could figure stuff out. He was a pretty decent mechanic without ever having any real training besides a semester in shop class. It was the one 'A' he ever got. His mother tried to shield him from his father, but she had her own demons and wasn’t always there for him. So he retreated. To his room, or the back of his friend's Impala, and now to a red Formica kitchen table sitting in his wet underwear with his hands folded in his lap. He looked at the refrigerator across from him. A magnet held up by a photo of Manetti and Ben, arms around each other’s shoulders, standing in knee-length bathing suits on a balcony that looked out at the sea. Chris wondered where they were? Manetti looked a few years younger, had shorter hair and wore a huge goofy smile. He looked a little stoned. Ben's deep tan set off his blue eyes; they almost glowed. He looked happier than he ever did growing up. It must have been breezy because his long ponytail flew like a kite behind him. Chris stared at it while his soup heated up. He idolized his brother. Worshiped him really. Many times after his father had given him a bad spanking, he’d sneak into Ben’s room, into his bed, and silently fall asleep on his chest refusing to shed a tear. He did cry, though, wept inconsolably really, when Ben said he couldn’t stand their house anymore and shouted he was moving to New York. Manetti tested the soup with a loud slurp. His mother demanded to know why New York. He'd met someone in a bar, Ben said, who'd offered him a job. What kind of job do you get offered in a bar? shouted his step father, but Ben was storming out the door raising a middle finger. “When’s the last time you saw him?" Manetti asked. "He’s changed some, you know,” he said. "He's not that Long Beach surfer you used to know." In the photo Chris saw Ben had added a bunch of tattoos. A big dragon crawled over his right shoulder, it's tail re-emerging over his ribs. He saw his brother wasn't that slim teenage surfer he once was either. He was a lot more bulked up, even handsomer if that was possible. "Ben moved out right when he turned eighteen. Hated my dad. Can't blame him. My dad was pretty much of a dickhead. He was okay to me except for my whoopings. He tackled him one time, tried beating the shit out of him, and Ben wailed on his so hard my mom called the police." Chris caught himself as Manetti eyed him. He didn't like to talk about his family’s problems—not to the school counselor, and never to strangers. He rarely did talk about them, didn't even really like to think about them especially. Manetti filled a soup bowl, grabbed a spoon from a drawer, and set it in front of him. "Yeah, I've seen him loose it. He's pretty awesome. You want a towel? You're still dripping," he said. Chris nodded and dug into the soup. Manetti popped out and then returned with a large terrycloth towel. The soup was full of large chunks of vegetables and warmed his stomach. He took the towel and mopped his head, then draped it over his shoulders. For the first time in as long as he could remember—weeks? months?—he was beginning to relax. He wasn't used to someone being nice to him. Especially someone he didn't know that well. After his dad left, his mom had turned into a basket case. And now, any day with Carl in the house was like walking through a minefield; made his dad seem like Gandhi. He must have been scowling into his soup because when he looked up, Manette said, "You Prior boys are so serious, aren't you?" Manetti flashed him a warm smile, which he shyly returned, then went back to shoveling spoonfuls of soup. "In your letter you said you haven't seen my brother in two weeks,” Chris said between bites, keeping his eyes in the soup bowl. “Ain't like him to just disappear. He’d split for a time but would always come back. Know where he’s at?" Manetti sat across from him, reached in the ashtray and took out a half-burnt joint. He lit it and took a long drag and looked up at the ceiling. He exhaled, thought for a moment before offering it to Chris. Chris put down his soup, pinched the joint, and took a short toke. He exhaled, said thanks, handed it back and went back to his soup. "Well,” said Manetti thoughtfully. “Chris Prior..." He paused, taking a long hit, taking an even longer time to reflect before exhaling. "...Ben Prior, or Big Ben, as he's called, disappears from time to time. So do I. I didn’t want to get into it in the letter, but truth is, sometimes, a client will want us for an extended period of time." Manetti took another hit. As he exhaled, he leaned in toward Chris. "Sometimes drugs are involved, so you know, we’re sometimes really out of it. Sometimes someone buys one of us for a time. Comes with the territory. We come back to each other. Eventually. But we’ve learned our partnership needs to be very open." Chris' spoon stopped in mid-air at some point while Manetti was talking. He looked him over. Long dark wavy hair, highlights of red in the harsh kitchen light, long side burns who's points hit his high cheek bones, a wide mouth with lips like seagulls wings, brown eyes that suddenly glinted with mischief. His robe had fallen open again revealing swirling black hair over pale white skin across an expansive chest. Chris' brain twitched. Something was off. He knew stoned, and he wasn't getting stoned. Manetti scratched his chest but his fingers lingered in his mat of chest hair. Chris saw him open his robe a bit more to brush his left nipple on his massive pec; he diddled with a thin metal bar that pierced his large tit. Chris placed the spoon in the bowl, took up the proffered joint, took a hit as casually as he could. With a clenched throat, hoping it sounded like he was being offhand, he asked, "So you're his boyfriend. You’re both hustlers?" He was confused, but not by the news that his brother turned tricks, but that Manetti’s nipple, so unusually large, looked so very appealing. He'd never seen a pierced nipple up close in real life. So much was flooding his senses at once it was hard for him to keep up with his thoughts. "Boy, this is strong shit," he said, handing back the joint. "Laced?" "Just a bit." Manetti's grin widened displaying a beautiful row of perfectly white teeth. Why hadn't Chris noticed just how good looking Manetti was before? He had looked at him through a filter as one of his brother’s friends. But whatever the joint was laced with was magnifying Manetti's magnetism. If Manetti was a hustler he must be a very good one, thought Chris. Manetti’ smile, as it grew, highlighted his strong jaw, became the smile of a shark. Chris was easily bait. "This soup is really good," he said, trying to snap out of his gaze. He finished up the last of it. "Uh, can I use your bathroom?" "Other side of the bedroom. Ready for some more soup?" Chris stood up, placing a hand on the back of the chair. For some reason he didn’t feel hungry anymore. “Nah, I’m good.” He glanced out the airshaft and again a slight paranoia gripped him as he looked into the inky darkness. In the apartment across from them something was moving. He was wobbly, but more than stoned, he was suddenly horny. He also saw he was starting to get a woody, one that was pretty evident wearing only thin underwear. Manetti noticed it too. Chris excused himself before it became even more obvious. Suddenly, he was confused by the apartment layout. Off the kitchen was the only other room, a bedroom. Off it, a small closet, and a smaller closet with a toilet and a dinky sink. In the bedroom a sling hung over a futon on the floor. He knew what it was even though it was the first sling he'd ever encountered. He'd seen them in Ben's magazines, the ones he left behind between his mattress. Rawhide, Stroke, Bound and Gagged, and Chris' favorite, Magnum. He saw the leg straps, the leather pillow, the wrist restraints, the mirror perched over the top. He felt himself woozy, and grabbed a leg strap to steady himself. Not the best choice, for it immediately flew away from him and with his other hand he had to grab the metal support. The whole sling set into motion a round of clanging as chains banged against metal posts. "You okay in there?" Manetti's voice called out from the kitchen. He peered around the kitchen door to see if the kid was still standing. "Yeah, I'm good," Chris answered stumbling to the bathroom. "I bet you are," Manetti responded with a laugh. "Ben said you were a choir boy. That really true?" "Really true." He shut the bathroom door, relieved that he had found a room, compact as it was, where he could compose himself. As soon as he shut the door, he struggled to get his act together. He mulled over the fact that there were only two rooms in the entire apartment—kitchen, bedroom. Where was he going to sleep? And, fuck, he couldn’t deny how horny he was for Manetti. He saw how the evening was leading in one direction, and he saw he couldn’t and didn’t want it to go any other way. Manetti would be gentle, he reassured himself. That first embrace in the hallway surely proved he would understand that, being his first time, his brother’s lover would be gentle, would let him take things at his own pace. But he was his brother's lover. But he was also a hustler. His brain was frazzled. Sitting down with his underwear around his ankles he looked up at the back of the bathroom door. Taped to it was a foldout from Magnum magazine. It was Ben and Manetti sixty-nining each other with their forearms up each other's ass. Cocks dripping, Crisco smearing, Ben and Manetti were frozen in a frenzy of fists. Chris popped a rock hard boner and dropped the biggest shit of his entire life. *** Manetti unhooked the leg straps from the end of the sling, folded it in half, then re-attached the straps to the arm hooks. That left the futon on the floor unencumbered from above. He popped in one of Drax's bareback twink videos in the VCR, grabbed the remote and laid back on the futon propping his head with an oversize pillow against the radiator. It was late but the Tina laced joint had him in a semi-energized mood. He was sure Chris must have felt similarly. The toilet flushed and Chris emerged. The boy, still clad only in his white underwear, shirtless, flawless, a thin little scarecrow, stood at the bathroom door. Blond hair, dry now but flying every which way. A perfect skinny beach boy, ten years Ben's baby brother. Their resemblance was minimal. Whereas he and Ben worked out regularly, having pecs, necks, and 'ceps to prove it, Chris, looking around the small studio confused, seemed frail. He was more than a little intimidated by all the pornography he was discovering on the walls, porn stars Manetti and Ben had either known or worked with over the years. Mostly signed. "To Manetti / Good times, bad times, baddest times! Rich" or "Big Ben / Your name does not lie, Eric." "Come. Sit," encouraged Manetti patting the space next to him. "How you feel? Like the joint?" "Yeah, man," said Chris, trying to sound cool. "That's powerful dope. It's dusted?" "Nah, a little Tina. You like?" Chris gave a single nod with a flicker in his eye that Manetti zeroed in on. He casually took a sip of water he’d brought from the kitchen. "Want to try it pure?" Chris sat next to him cross legged. "I guess so," he said. Manetti could smell him. A little grungy, a slight smell of urine probably from the wet, dirty underwear. Ben had told Manetti he thought his little brother was on-again and off-again homeless, at least not staying at his house much cuz of the mom's new boyfriend. Manetti grabbed a pipe from the window ledge, set his glass aside, and stuffed the pipe with a little white powder from a baggy. He handed the pipe to Chris. "Have you blown clouds before?" Manetti knew the answer before he asked it. Chris shook his head. Up close Chris was even more striking than across the table. It was his eyes, soulful lost puppy eyes. When you first looked at him he looked just like any skinny white kid, but sitting crossed legged next to him, you could really see how lost he was. His six pack abs wasn’t from working out but from not eating enough, his ribcage pronounced as he breathed. Hairless chest, tiny nipples, little or maybe no armpit hair. The kid didn't even look like he shaved yet. Whereas he was all hair. From his heavy five o'clock shadow that was dark even right after a morning shave, strong jaw with a cleft chin, his father’s rugged aquiline nose, shaggy, unkempt cluster of chestnut hair, and trade-famous pointed sideburns. "Just inhale it like you would hash and hold it." Chris did as he was told. The kid was nothing if not a fast learner. And obedient. The idea of introducing him to Drax crossed his mind. He brushed the thought away. The kid was much too cherry. Drax would eat him alive. Still, what was he going to do with him after tonight? He was definitely going to get in the way of his trade. As Chris was about to blow the smoke out, Manetti took the boy’s mouth and covered it with his own. He breathed in the smoke from Chris' lungs, held it for a beat before exhaling. "No need to waste it. You take it from me this time." Manetti lit the bottom of the pipe, waited for the white cloud to form, then sucked it in. Out of the corner of his eye he could tell Chris was grappling with how Manetti had grabbed his chin and brought their lips together. Chris watched him, biting his lip with anticipation, moving closer to Manetti’s mouth. It was almost like kissing, something he'd never done with man. Manetti motioned with his finger and Chris moved in. Manetti exhaled into him, breathed a new kind of life into him. As he held it, Manetti leaned back against the pillow. "So, what's your plan, Chief?" Chris followed suit and leaned back into the large pillow he shared with Manetti. After he'd exhaled, Manetti took a long sip of water. He offered the glass to Chris. "Don't really have one. Thanks." Chris took a sip and handed the glass back to Manetti. "Not a really good plan, Chief—not to have a plan. Ben thought you were queer. He right?" Manetti was fixed on the TV, watching a blond dude about Chris' age but not as skinny getting sucked by a balding, stocky daddy type. "I used to beat off to Ben's porn. So I guess, yeah. Twice, when I stayed over at my best friend Jeff's place, before his parents didn’t want me coming around anymore, we jacked off to some straight shit.” Chris looked around again at all the porn posters and photos hanging on the walls. “I think I recognize that guy in that poster there from one of them," he said pointing to a huge 'roided porn star with an extra-long dick, one with perfect hyper-masculine features perched on the hood a Rolls Royce. It was signed "To Manetti, thanks for the ride, TJ. "Mr. No Balls? Hah! Tyler says he's straight, only does gay for pay. Don't believe him. You can shit in his mouth and he'd pay you for it." Chris barked out a surprised laugh. “No, seriously he loves twinks. I bet if I call him right now, he’d come over and ask you shit in his mouth.” Manetti made a motion like he was going to get up and call, but Chris, laughing, held him back. Chris’ hand on Manetti’ shoulder, feeling it's mass, registered quickly on both of them. Chris quickly put his hands back in his lap. Manetti added a little more white power to the pipe. "’Nother hit, Chief?" Chris nodded. His heart was already pounding and he felt flush all over. He was also pulling on his pud unconsciously, getting a little wet spot on the tip, staining his already stained underwear. Manetti took note, seeing the kid was totally unaware of what he was doing. He calmly fired up the pipe and slowly leaned into Chris. He blew into his lungs lightly adding just the tip of his tongue, and deliberately scraping the boy’s face lightly with his cheek. Chris's eyes widened. He'd never felt a beard against his face like that. "So that's it. A couple wanks with Jeff, you on one end of the couch, your best bud on the other, eyes glued straight to the TV. Aware of him but never dared to looking. Am I right or am I right?" "Yeah, something like that.” Chris’ mind spun. His next words flew out of him as if he was compelled to confess to Manetti. “Except one time this real nerd, Kyle—I never told nobody this—he helped me with some math homework. His parents both worked so we were alone at his house. Everyone knew he was a fairy. Ran like a girl. We were in his bedroom. He put his hand on my pants, which usually kind of hangs cuz I don’t hitch ‘em up, and he pulled them right off me and gives me a blow job. Like, I didn’t even stop him even though he was sucking my dick. I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” But it felt good being open with Manetti. He felt a mild release and a kind of excitement in the act. "Did you give Kyle a blow job back?" Chris scoffed at the thought. Then after a beat, added, “Actually, I thought about it. Sometimes late at night, jacking off under the covers, I remembered how much I liked it. How soft his mouth was. How it felt to cum into it, into this big wet thing. Like how I didn't have to hold back at all. Like how maybe I’d like to give Jeff a blow job. Give him the same feeling. Like he wouldn’t have to hold back and just come in my mouth and I’d swallow it. Okay, shut up. Stop talking now,” he said, talking to himself in a voice that could have been his father's. Manetti laughed, but made a quick U-turn and became serious. "Well, what wasn't nice, Chief, is that you should always reciprocate. Know what I mean? I mean if I gave you a blow job, I'd expect you'd give me one back. That’s only fair, right? And if I rimmed your ass, I expect you'd return the favor." "What’s rimming?" asked Chris. Manetti looked at him sideways, saw he was honestly confused. This kid was too innocent to be believed! “You must have seen it in one of Ben’s magazines.” Chris shook his head. Manetti found the remote control and sped the video up. "There. See what that kid’s doing?" Manetti pointed at the screen where the blond kid was under the older daddy’s hairy ass. "He’s eat out man's pussy." "The fuck out!" said Chris but didn't take his eyes from the screen. Manetti saw the kid's boner tenting up in his shorts. "That's fucking nasty, man. Gross! Why would someone do that?" Yet the boy’s eyes couldn’t be pried from the screen with a crowbar. He was pulling again at his underwear. "It's like getting a blow job but a hundred times better.” He motioned to Chris’ hardon. "Looks as if you like the nasty." Chris stopped pulling at his dick alarmed. “Wait. I’ll fast forward. You're gonna love this." The VHS tape sped up, then skidded to a stop. The boy was now under a rim seat with the daddy sitting on top. A close-up showed the boy lifting his head, licking the daddy’s balls then sticking his tongue deep into the daddy’s hairy ass. "I bet you’d be good under there." Chris felt his whole skin glisten in a light sweat. His nerves felt electric. Manetti flicked off the room lamp. The room basked in the dark glow of the TV. Chris felt an imaginary blanket was enveloping him and Manetti, separating them from the world. With the light off, he had an urgent need to take off his underwear and bare himself to Manetti. Manetti sensed it and reached out and slipped off Chris' underwear. The kid had a nice seven inch rod, rigid and beaded with pre-cum. Very little pubic hair. Looked like he clipped it, too. His legs were hairless, thin and smooth. Such smooth pale skin got him excited and he casually opened his robe revealing his long, uncut cock angling above his firm, hairy belly. Chris looked at him achingly. He took the boy's hand and placed it on his manmeat. Chris caressed it lightly at first, the first time he'd ever touched a man’s penis. Manetti felt him quickly go from a light touch to a firm grip. He pumped a little in the boy's hand. The hand barely wrapped around his shaft. But what he did hold was like being in the grip of a cobra. His other hand aimed for Manetti’s chest. His finger ran through his chest hair making a bee-line for his pierced nipple. When he make contact Manetti could wait no longer. He pounced, gripping Chris’ legs and spinning him around, pulling his legs into the air to expose his butthole. He dove down to engulf his sphincter and the kid let out a moan of pure pleasure, his neck arched looking up to his face. "Oh, fuck, dude," Chris cried. "Oh, shit that feels good. Jesus. Christ! Oh shit." It coaxed Manetti to pull the boy's pursed asslips apart even more and deep dived his tongue into this virgin hole. “Push out,” ordered Manetti. "More!" The boy hadn't wiped well and there was an acrid taste of shit around the kid's stained hole. It horned Manetti even more, driving his tongue deeper into this nasty, puckering pit. “Push fucker!” Every nerve ending in Chris' bunghole bristled in pleasure as he pushed out his hole. Manetti's long tongue dug into the hole, which fought instinctively against entry. Manetti’s mouth was relentless, chewing, licking, sucking on the boy's ass lips. Chris tried fighting against the tongue from entering, but bit by bit he felt the pleasures of giving up his hole, physically and mentally, to push out and let this man he’d met only a few hours before enter him in his most vulnerable spot. Manetti beard scratched his tender skin, but it felt incredible, loosened him more and more. He heard the man spit, his hole dripping wet, and felt a finger entering him. This was the first time he'd ever been penetrated, and though it was uncomfortable and hurt, at the same time it excited him. He felt conflicted, fooling around with his brother's boyfriend, afraid of where this might lead. But he knew where he wanted it to lead. Manetti held his legs firmly, looked down into his open face. Chris was afraid and yet attracted at the same time. Manetti was all hair, chest, shoulders, a black jungle around his cock, even a bit of hair on his back that he felt with his legs. Manetti held his legs over his shoulders to dig into that smooth, tasty boyhole. From that vulnerable position, Manetti sucked in a testicle, then the other, which made the kid cry out in pleasure and surprise. He then returned to that beautiful virginal, pliable, slowly opening tunnel. The sensation of having his hole eaten was driving him wild. Hoarsely, he spat out, "Mike, I want to return the favor." Manetti looked down into the boy's face, became curious, wondering if the kid would do it or would cop out at the last minute. He released him and the kid scurried through Manetti’s legs, putting himself beneath the man's furry butt like he'd seen the twink do on TV. Manetti squatted over his face as he felt the boy’s lips surrounding his crack. The kid pulled on Manetti's legs to get him to squat lower. "Oh, fuck yeah. You're as big of a pig as your brother. Eat my shithole, boy. Dig in, get lost in it.” Manetti ground his ass over the boy’s face. “Rank, right? Be a little toilet pig. You felt what I did, how deep I got. Return that favor. Be a sewer. Be a cell pool. Just give in to it. Get lost in there." And Chris did. His cock remained an iron pole, Manetti noted, while his tongue didn’t stop for a moment cleaning his dirty shithole. Chris had never felt as uninhibited as this. Manetti’s whole butt was one massive trench of black hair. The crack seemed to go on forever. He licked and licked, searching to find the center. Manetti’s musky odor drove his brain into delirium. He was a boy on a mission and would not give up until he made Manetti’s hole feel as good as Manetti had made his. Minutes went by till he arrived, finding the smooth oasis of flesh through the dark brush. It pulsed with heat on his tongue, and gave off the pure scent of a man. He couldn't believe how wonderfully soft the skin felt across his tongue nor the nasty taste that reeked from his hole. Instead of being repulsed by the stench, he was in a frenzy to please Manetti but he also found he really liked it. He did what Manetti had done and lapped and circled the hole, until he found he could dart his tongue inside, which produced an animal snarl from Manetti. "Rrrrrr, fuck yes, piglet. Get in there you little fuck pig." Then something happened Chris didn't quite understand, but knew in his gut he liked right away. The hole he was chewing on opened up slightly and a vast area of Manetti's rectum pushed out with it. His mouth was confronted with his first rosebud, although at the time he didn't know what it was. Right after this mound of gelatinous flesh revealed itself to him, like some startled sea creature, it pulled back into its hole. Manetti went wild. Chris felt his legs being pulled in the air again, separated, a tongue slithered into his entrance. An infinite amount of pleasure, giving and receiving, before there was a brief pause, then a heavy hand cracked against his butt. "Say, Thank you, Sir." "Thank you, Sir," repeated Chris, his ass stinging, feeling a sense of shame and pleasure and pride all at the same time. "You taste so fucking good, I want to eat you up, pig boy," growled Manetti. "Let's get you in the sling. I have to bang this pretty pussy." They sprang up and he quickly showed Chris how to connect the legs chains back to the hooks. Chris rubbed his butt and felt the heat from the slap Manetti had given him. "Climb in, boy, and I'll give you the ride of your life." As Chris was figuring out how to get in, Manetti said, "You liked blowing clouds?" Chris nodded. "Then you're going to love this." He quickly poured some powder in a shot glass, mixed a little water in it and sucked it up in a plunger. "Okay, settle in. Put your legs through here.” Manetti paused, then ran a hand up and down Chris' torso, ending by fondling his cock and balls. “You happy you met me?” Chris nodded. "And you've never been fucked before?" Chris shook his head fiercely, anticipating what was to come. “Comfy?" Chris nodded again eagerly, starting to slowly hump Manetti's paw. "Not so fast, boy. I want you to learn to feel it not just in your dick but also inside your hole.” Manetti pulled Chris' dick away from his body to the boy cried, then let it slap against his belly. “You gonna do whatever Sir says, yes slave?" Manetti squeezed a little lube on Chris' hole. He wet a finger in his mouth and pushed it up Chris' ass a good inch or two. It was uncomfortable for a second while Manetti twisted his finger lubing all side of Chris’ tight cave, but Manetti kept wiggling it around and Chris not only got used to the sensation, but found himself writhing a bit on Manetti finger, trying to get him to penetrate him further. "Okay, this'll be a little cold and might sting, but just for a minute." Manetti replaced his finger with the plunger, stuck it up Chris's canal as far as it would go, and then shot the liquid into the boy's empty hole. Shit yes, it was cold and stung like a bitch. Chris bore down as Manetti finished injecting his ass with the cold liquid, then pulled the plunger out of him. At first he felt nothing but coldness warming up inside him. He felt a bit let down anticipating something intense. Manetti looked him over, stroked his erect dick and tweak his small nipples. “Feel anything?” Chris shook his head. Manetti went over to the VHS recorder and switched tapes. While it was revving up, Manetti put on a leather cap and vest over his otherwise naked body. Chris was truly impressed, if not a little intimidated, by the severe transformation a few bits of costume made to Manetti. It also altered Manetti's attitude. Manetti looked straight out of one of his brother’s leather magazines. It brought out a sense of privilege and arrogance even. Manetti went to the bookshelf and opened a box and pulled out an orange capped rig. He strapped his arm with a tourniquet, feeling for a vein against the dim TV light. He slammed himself and started breathing heavily. His mouth shaped into an round 'O' and his eyes widened in sudden astonishment. Something was happening in Chriss too, something like a serpant eminating from his hole. He felt a strong surge of desire. "You look so fucking great, Sir. Like a god." Chris could not see Manetti’s eyes, only dark pockets where his eyes should be. Chris couldn’t help himself and started pleasuring the feeling his ass. Words flew out of him. "Or like the devil," he whispered like at confession. Something heating up inside his hole made him feel intensely desirous of Manetti. Wanting him like he never wanted anything before. Manetti cough. "FUCK!" Manetti shouted widening his eyes. "Christ fuck!" He could barely stand, and leaned heavily on the bookcase. "Hot damn, boy. How you feeling?” He was breathless, trying to put the orange cap back on the rig. “You feel it yet?" Manetti looked to him out of focus, but a feeling of euphoria was sweeping through Chris' body, making himself pull on his cock at the same time he fingered his butthole. He felt electric, energized, wanted Manetti to touch him all over, maybe even smack him again. "I feel great, Sir,” he said. As Manetti staggered from the bookcase and came closer, he sat up in the sling and ran his hands across Manetti’s hairy chest. "I wanted to do that the second I came in the door, Sir. Fuck, you are so hot. My ass is yours. Whatever you want to do to it. Beat me if you want to." "Beat my ass—SIR!" returned Manetti, now holding on to the chains while he was rushing, where Chris' butt lay exposed, so desirous of being fucked for the very first time. "Yes, SIR, beat my ass again—SIR." And Manetti did, harder than the first time. "Thank you, SIR," replied Chris, falling back against the leather pillow, pushing his ass out of the sling. A light turned on in the room across the airshaft. Chris didn't notice, but Manetti did. "You're welcome, boy. Let's get you settled in." With that Manetti quickly locked his leg restraints, still breathing heavily, punctuating fucks under his breath as he worked. Before Chris knew it, Manetti had restrained his arms above his head. He gladly went along with whatever Manetti wanted to do. As long as it didn't involve needles. That was the only thing that freaked him a little but he tried not to think about it. If it wasn't for the feeling of horniness overcoming every molecule in his body he might have been spooked by the restraints. But now he was accepting everything that this hairy demon breathing over him was doing. It was easy to inhale Manetti’s pheromones, which blotted out the picture of him hunched over, shooting up. Or maybe he secretly liked that. He didn’t know what he thought anymore. He arched his head toward Manetti’s cock. It was veiny, half sheathed in foreskin. Leaking pre-cum. He licked it. A taste of salt and cheese. Nothing had ever tasted so delicious and desirable to him. He still had a trace of Manetti’s dirty ass on his lips and it mixed with salt and cheese from his foreskin. Manetti turned on a light over the sling and flipped on a video camera propped next to the bookcase. Manetti slowly turned the boy’s peach fuzz face to the side, checked that the view finder was in close, recording each translucent strand of blond hair on the boy's upper lip, and slid his veiny cock into the boy's mouth. He swallowed have his fat nob. Manetti was impressed at how much Chris could take. He pushed him further, getting half his shaft into the boy's mouth, feeling where the boy’s throat constricted, made him choked on his shaft, then skullfucked him at that length for a while as his cock grew from semi-flaccid to fully engorged. Manetti withdrew his cock from his mouth, and a web of pre-cum hung like a spider web between them. He let his uncut cock trace over Chris’ pursed mouth. "Ah Chris," he said looking into his eyes. "I'm going to fucking love knocking you up." Chris felt the words echo in his head, puzzled at first by their meaning. On the TV screen a body was being pummeled by a Master with a whip, with a boy writhing in pain and ecstatically twisting under the lash. He looked back at Manetti. Beyond the harsh light shining on him, in the dim light of the room, he saw covered by the beautiful black fur surrounding Manetti's navel, the three prongs of a biohazard tattoo. Manetti placed a red ball in his mouth and tied it behind his head. Chris realized too late what the ball was for, and started fighting against his bindings. Manetti pushed in between his legs. The kid tried to close his legs but the sling and Manetti easily pried him open. He was exposed and vulnerable. Manetti greased his cock and lubed the boy's tight hole. With his first thrust his aim was true. He slid the entire length of the kid's clutching rectum, straight up to his thick black patch of pubic hairs. The girth of his shaft ripped the boy's hole apart. Manetti's hairy balls smacked into the boy's tailbone. He didn't stop till he was right up the boy's chute, fully inside. The boy cried in anguish behind the red ball, tears in his eyes, panic running across his face. Fiercely he was beathing, spitting saliva through the ball in heaving gulps of air. Spit ran down his chin and cheek. He fought as much as he could against the thickness of Manetti’s enormous shaft, against his cuffed arms and legs, but the struggle only engorged Manetti’s immense tool more. "Fight against it, bitch. I love it." Manetti picked up his pace. The pain was unbearable but he was helpless to stop it, and with every stroke he felt his resistance falling away. The longer it went on, and against his will, he started deriving a small bit of pleasure from the pain. Chris slowly began to unclench against Manetti’s girth. For a while, at the pinnacle of each thrust, Manetti would hold his crotch against Chris' hole, letting the boy experience the magnitude of the amount of raw flesh that filled his hole. Chris felt all the hairs of Manetti's pubis surround his hole. Manetti gyrated inside him. He felt the stiff cock push his insides around, moving everything inside, his bladder, his prostate, a gateway to an inner chamber. The sensations started owning him. Making him feel things he didn't know he could feel, sensations that were newly possible. Manetti felt Chris’ hole beginning to open. He looked into the bound boy’s blue eyes and saw a dawning pleasure deep within him. He wasn’t sure the boy even knew he was beginning to draw pleasure from his pain, but he would know and eventually desire it in ever increasing amounts. He new his journey and he would have the boy follow in his tracks. Tears were being overcome with lust as the chemicals were taking over Chris' body. The boy stopped struggling and for a moment became placid. He grew annoyed with the passivity so with both hands, as hard as he could, he smacked with all his force Chris' ass. It made Chris yelp and clench his sphincter which pleased Manetti. He looked down on the boy and was surprised to see a spark of gratitude in Chris' eyes. Just a spark. He needed to work him harder. They fell into a rhythm. For minutes that turned to hours Chris got used to the battering his hole was taking. When he went slack, Manetti slapped him to tighten him up, or twisted his small nipples until he tried to cry out in pain behind the gag. At the beginning, Chris fought the massive rod slamming into him and the occasional whipping his ass endured. But after non-stop fucking, accepting the alternating pleasure and pain, he came to desire the torpedo that was tearing him inside. The familiar walloping he received growing up, he secretly desired from Manetti. In the mirror he watched and felt his butt turn from pink, to red, to purple. At some point he got lost in it, started thrusting himself to get impaled deeper, to be slapped hard, to be punished for sins he couldn’t name. Manetti felt Chris' entire canal loosening. The ass smacking was now built into their fucking. Chris, in fact, in a haze, began thanking him behind the red ball. Whether or not Manetti heard him was questionable, for Manetti's eyes rolled back in his head and he mindlessly fucked and abused what at times became an anonymous body splayed beneath him. Manetti occasionally snapped out of his daze and saw how much he was controlling this innocent young kid, this younger version of his partner, his boyfriend, his lover—imagined he was fucking an innocent version of Ben, one from long ago—then he would lose himself again to the sheer, dark pleasure he derived from his raw cock having its way in a stranger's body. He felt himself edging closer to a climax as his mind vacillated between thoughts of Ben and this new fresh piece of nameless meat. As he felt he was close to cumming, he broke through to awareness of Chris beneath him. He saw Chris' sweat dick never lost its erection no matter what he did to him. He started playing with the boy's meat, milking him, lightly slapping his face so that he came out of his drugged revelry. "I'm about to cum, Chris,” he said as the boy focused on his mouth and words, “but I’m not going to cum in you unless you cum first, got that? That shows you want me to give you my poz cum. Shows me you want to be my fuckhole no matter what. Lets me own you." Through blurred eyes Chris lobbed his head no, but almost immediately started squirming his cock in Manetti clenched fist. "I can't tell if you're trying to get away from me, fuckhole, or you're jacking yourself in my hand. I think you're jacking, you little cum pig." He broke into a dark smile. "Feel how hard you are?" Chris kept bucking, thrashing, squirming away in a sea of ecstasy and lust, both wanting this man to cum and fearing it with all his fiber, but he couldn't hold back, jacking into his fist and slamming back onto his cock, a see-saw that wouldn't end until he pushed himself over the edge. He let loose the longest stream of cum he'd ever shot. Ribbons of sperm spewed over the room. The boy’s hole clenched and spasmed as he shot, immediately triggered Manetti who gushed in rivers of ropey sperm up the boy's open chute. They both quaked in orgasms, each building on the other’s spuming bodies, until they were thrashing uncontrollably against each other, grinding bone against bone, skin against raw skin, till there was a thrust of Manetti that hung in the air, then one more, then a final lunge plunging Manetti deep inside Chris. He held it there, on the edge, feeling himself unload an afterbirth of cum. Manetti stood dripping heavy sweat onto Chris' glistening chest. He rubbed Chris' cum all over his chest and face. He sucked the boy's small nipples, licked up and down the boy's arms, licked his pits, still hard and draining inside him. “You still with me?” he whispered, as he loosened the ball in Chris’ mouth. “That was fucking fantastic.” The boy’s eyes, drugged as they were, did not lie. Manetti kissed him deep, then lay on top of him feeling his heart beating against his. He rested there for a moment feeling the slickness between them, the kid’s sperm matting his chest and abs and pubes. He licked up a river of the boy’s cum welled in his sternum, and was surprised to see Chris open his mouth for him. The boy had the makings of a true pig, he thought, as he released the drool into the greedy boy's maw. He watched the lust still simmering within the boy as he swallowed. Maybe he was Drax material after all. ***

I was very close to cumming. I was being fucked by a really hot guy - who happened to be a doctor. He was fucking me in an exam room, and I was quite aware the doctor's assistant could hear the doc's thighs slapping against my butt. Add to that, I had agreed to take his viral poz load. Fuck this was hot! To his credit, Dr. Woods threw a really hot fuck. His ample cock probed my hole in every direction possible as he long-dicked me, making sure I felt every inch of his cock as he withdrew it from my hole ... and likewise felt every inch again when he slammed it back in. "You doing OK?" he asked mid-stroke. Nodding, I replied "Yeah, this is hot as fuck." Dr. Woods smiled saying "I'm painting your guts with my toxic precum. You're going to love being poz." "I know." "You gonna share your gift once you convert?" "Yeah, I'm sure I will." "Good ... you'll be a great breeder ... this is a special strain I'm giving you ... you ready for my poz load?" "Yeah, give it to me stud!" Dr. Woods didn't really need to tell me he was getting ready to blow his charged load inside my hole. Like a lot of guys with whom I've played, his chest hairy chest started getting flushed, and his abs and pecs were visually tightening, almost as if all the muscles in his body were tensing up to shoot his cum even harder inside me. His breathing became erratic as he started gasping for breath. We were in a marathon and he is getting close to the finish line. "I'm coming now!" "Yeah, give it to me!" "Fuck!" "Breed me!" "Take my poz load!" "Fucking infect me!" He kept churning his huge load inside me, pushing his demon seed further into my body. After a while his strokes stopped, and, his cock lodged in my hole for a minute or so, he struggled to catch his breath as he commented "I want to let my disease to soak into you for a couple minutes. Just remain still for a minute." With that Dr. Woods withdrew his cock from my hole and pulled his pants up while I marinated in his juices. He reached out and spreading my legs apart, he rubbed his fingers over my abused hole. After feeling the heat of my hole, he stuck two fingers inside me and moved them around. He pulled them out and saw there was mucus, his infected semen and a little bit of blood. Leaving his shirt off, and said, "I'll be right back." Laying naked on the table, his charged load full inside my hole, I was startled when Dr. Woods walked back into the room, accompanied by a very tall man, perhaps as tall as 6'6". "I hope you don't mind," Dr. Woods explained, "but I have someone you need to meet. This is Kevin." Kevin was clearly poz, and clearly really hot looking, with some evidence of facial wasting and extraordinarily prominent veins. Really quite sexy in a twisted way. Dr. Woods continued, "I figured since you were going to take my poz load, it wouldn't hurt to add one more load while we're here. I think you'll enjoy Kevin." Without saying anything, Kevin reached to me and felt my cock and balls, and then to my battered hole. He stuck a finger inside me, worked it around a little bit and then pulled it out ... and then licked the blood, mucus and toxic cum off. Just before he stepped out the door Dr. Woods remarked "I'll let you guys get to know each other, but I'll be back." With that, Kevin took off his shirt, showing a (sexy) veiny wasted body complete with KS lesions on his chest, arms and legs. Once he was totally undressed, his big cock started to get totally erect. Right above his cock was a big biohazard tattoo, almost a sign warning anyone who might consider his fuck. I had never seen KS lesions before in person, so I reached over to get a feel of one of them, saying, "Hi, Kevin, hope it's okay to touch you. These lesions are kinda sexy." Smiling, Kevin took my hand in his, guided my fingers in exploring his lesions while his other hand played with his cock. Kevin said, "Yeah, fucking AIDS so toxic it shows on my skin. You'd look amazing with some KS spots." He was a totally twisted fuck, and knew how to get me totally boned. Without realizing it, I instinctively spread my legs to expose my hole. I needed to get his diseased load inside me. Stepping between my legs, Kevin positioned his hard cock close to my hole saying, "Hey, guy, check this out." Stroking his cock a couple times, he squeezed his shaft full length, obviously intended to push a yellow mucus oozed out of his piss slit. "What's that?" I asked. "You're going to get a little gonorrhea along with my toxic cum. You'll convert faster." Before I could react to it, he slid inside my hole and started fucking the daylights out of me. His diseased cock felt amazing. Even if I really wasn't chasing poz cum, the fuck was amazingly hot. While he was fucking me, he leaned over and we started making out. He was a great kisser and it didn't distract from his need to breed. He straightened up, kept fucking me, then stuck his tongue out. He had a patch of KS on his tongue. I was sucking one of his lesions while we were making out. Kevin finally said, "I'm getting really close to blowing my load inside you ...beg for my disease." "Fuckin' breed my hole, Kevin. Give me what you've got, stud!" "Yeah, dude ... I'm breeding you right now ... feel the poison infect you," Kevin gasped and grunted when he came inside me, his diseased cock slamming balls-deep into my asshole, making it bleed even more. His veins, already huge, popped out like crazy. This sexy man, who looked like the worst AIDS case from the 80's, just gave me the fuck of death. As Kevin was recovering from his orgasm, Dr. Woods came back into the room. Still shirtless, he stood behind Kevin, reached around and stroked his nips, calmly commenting "With our two strains, sexy Blake here will certainly have the fuck flu soon. He'll be a great addition to our club." Wryly Kevin added, "And a little dose of the clap to the mix, just for grins." Dr. Woods smiled and said, "I fucking love Kevin's KS lesions." He leaned over and sucked one that's on Kevin's chest. "I'd love to bring KS back ... it's so sexy." They made out for a minute, letting Dr. Woods's tongue feel Kevin's tongue lesion. After a minute or so Kevin straightened up remarking "So fucking hot ...." With that, he wiped off his cock and started getting dressed. Dr. Woods helped me into a sitting position, handing me my clothing. As I sorted through my stuff I thanked the two, with a simple "That was totally hot." "Yeah, converting neg hole is fucking awesome." "Have you pozzed a lot of guys?" "Several. I pozzed the guy that gave you your first poz load." "Rob?" "Yeah." "Fuck." "Yeah." It was as if the virus was a lineage or heredity being passed down. I could trace back my strain to Dr. Woods, and who knows how far back after him. That was kinda hot. "Who pozzed you," I asked Dr. Woods. "Kevin bred me and my husband. We're hoping to get as sick as Kevin is." At that point I realized I had connected the dots between my first poz fuck:, Rob, and then Dr. Woods and then Kevin. It was almost as if we were now fucking related or something. As I reached for my jeans Dr. Woods asked "Do you like my biohazard tattoo?" "I was kinda shocked to see it, quite honestly. Do people ever see it? What about when you are at the gym?" "I'm proud of being poz, and that's why I got the tattoo. My partner has one as well. There's no value in hiding who I am. I had it done big enough to show when I have my shirt off. I’m proud of being a poz gay man. My disease is an important part of who I am. You should consider getting one as soon as you earn it." As I was pulling on my pants, Dr. Woods noticed a little pool of cum and blood that leaked out of my hole. He said, "That looks good. If Rob's load isn't already attacking your system, then my load and Kevin's will give it the knock-out punch. I'm glad Rob got to you first." I thought for a minute and said, "Wait, how did you know Rob and I fucked? I didn't tell you his name, but you knew." Dr. Woods smiled and said, "Your breeding didn't just happen. It's been planned. And you're not done yet. I'm having some guys over to my place on Saturday. Kind of a special club ... a sex party with some hot guys." I replied, "Poz guys?" "Yeah, they're all poz and unmedicated. Some really toxic loads in the group. They'll really love you and your sexy body," Dr. Woods replied. "Okay, but who was involved in planning my pozzing?" Dr. Woods answered "Just come to my place on Saturday. All of your questions will be answered."

So this is actually a true story... One night I was out drinking which always makes me want to parTy in an effort to make that drunk feeling go away, so after last call I hit up my dealer who didn't live far from the bar and he let me know it was cool to roll thru... He had other ppl there so I didn't stay long and smoke out with him like I typically did. I started my drive home, but wasn't ready to go home and was driving with a nice buzz and somehow ended up far from home, but I recognized the area I was in because I partied with this short, muscled, Italian a couple times that I would still chat up from time to time on a4a... I didn't have his number stored though and being buzzed, horny, and needing to smoke pretty badly, I had the brilliant idea to just knock on his door even though it was like 330 am and it had been a while since I let him eat my asshole and even let him stick it in me raw for a little bit. So I pulled into his condo complex, parked, and climbed the stairs to his condo after I noticed a light on. So I knock once, and then once more and hear his voice tell me to wait, he will just be a minute. Only when the door opens it's a stranger... a good looking fit white man in his 50's wearing nothing but his glasses and a white jockstrap. My jaw just kinda dropped and I was able to ask if Anthony was around, to which he replied that Tony was away on business for work. I apologized for disturbing him and told him he looked sexy opening the door like that, especially to a stranger at 330 am... He told me it was cool, and was just towelling off when I knocked and the jockstrap was already on his bed. Anyways, he said he would let Tony know I stopped by and closed the door. I walked about a quarter of the way back down the steps and decided I would knock again... He again answered the door graciously and asked me what was up. I panicked and asked if I could just chill there for a bit to sober up some, an odd request considering we had just met a minute earlier and told him I had some Tina, not sure how he would react to the statement, but I was willing to share which got me invited right in... I followed him into the spare room I had never been in before and he had Xtube opened up on his desktop with some daddy-son bareback porn playing. Told me to have a seat and make myself at home. I loaded a bowl and we smoked, then he got his water pipe out which had me so spun and he was up doing things still wearing just the jock... I was sweaty and hot and asked if it was cool to rinse off real quick and he said sure. I left the door open and only partially closed the shower curtain. On this particular nite I had worn a swimmers jock under my jeans. He brought me a towel and asked if I had enough for him to slam and I said yeah since he was being so cool about me being there... So I towel off, but not very well and slip my jockstrap back on and put my baseball cap on too before I reenter the room, towel draped around my neck and he is starting a new video... I get my Tina out and give him what he needs while smoked more, watching the video, I hadn't started slamming yet at the point. So I am actually kneeling on the floor in front of the computer using the mouse to scroll for a different video when he comes out of the bathroom after he did his .5 and pulls his chair away from the desk and sits behind me, me almost on all fours with my jockstrap framed ass on full display. I'm still focused on the porn action I was unaware he took the jockstrap he was wearing off and was stroking his hard cock. I jumped when I unexpectedly felt his lubed fingers on my asshole. Asked when I last got fucked, before making sure I wasn't a top as well... Told him it had been a couple months as he greased up his cock and my hole some more which had me moaning and planting my knees further apart and dropping my head while I arched my back. Told me what a tight warm smooth brown boy hole I had while he kneel down behind me, cockslapping my hole, smearing his precum all over it. All I could do was moan then I feel the water pipe tapping my arm for me to take some more rips off it. Thanked me for the slam and the ass as he was pushing his cock head into me. Said he loved fucking beefier younger guys like me. I was still trying to play it safe at the time, but I was so spun I never even checked to see if he put a condom on. Once he had his cock in me to the hilt I felt my insides warm up and get slick... He asked if I liked his raw cock and the precum he just shot inside me, and I started to panic a little but he just held my hips tight and kept me pulled back onto his cock and told me to just enjoy that daddy dick before he finally pulled almost out and then long dicked it back up my slick snug fitting guts. He reached for the desk and grabbed something that I later found out was his phone and was recording it. Then he pulled out and got to his feet and mounted me from above, making me moan and leak precum as he told me how much he loved fucking my sweet bubble ass and was glad I knocked that third time. After some good fucking he pulled out and grabbed the water pipe... I thought he was done but then he told me to get on my back on the the bed and he pushed my legs back and wide, greased up my swollen pussylips and his cock and stuck it back in and fucked me deep and steadily. He gave me know warning or option to pull out when he came. But stayed hard and cumfucked me for another 5 mins before he gave me his second load. I had never been bred before that and he gave me two loads that night. Then he got up and went to the kitchen for a drink while I was still super spun and making sense of what just happened. He asked why I was so quiet and I told him I rarely got barebacked and had never let anyone breed my hole before. He just laughed and told me it was bound to happen and I never told him anything about what my boundaries we're so he assumed I was down for whatever. And because I was still laying there with my legs open and my hole visible he told me to stroke til I came while he played with my cummy hole. It felt amazing and I shot the biggest load. I went there to parTy, just wasn't expecting it to be with him, but I'm not sorry I did it either, still jerk off thinking about it years later...

Had one of my favorite buddies over, he loves a total pussy boy, worked and worked and worked my hole, bred it three times, can't wait for him to do it again

There I was laying in the sling at my local bathhouse taking a hit off my poppers waiting to be taken by a stranger......let me start from the beginning. I was a strictly top guy for years, but about a year ago I started playing with my ass and found I liked it. On one trip to the bathhouse the guy that was blowing me started to finger my ass and I couldn't say I objected, which, about a month later, led to me getting fucked for the first time. And to say I loved it was a understatement. Initially I was strictly a condom-only guy, until one day, all poppered up and horny, I let a guy fuck be bare. I didn't allow him to cum in my ass, and in fact he shot all over my face, but that experience led me to rethink my position on taking a load. Finally after going back and forth about it, I decided to take the plunge. Arriving at the baths about 6:30 PM, I got a room, prep'd myself, stripped down, and pulled on a cock ring and jock. Lubing my ass, I grabbed my towel, key and poppers and headed to the sling. There wasn't anyone in it so I hoped in, relaxed, lay back and hit my poppers. My cock grew in excitement as I waited. I heard a few guys walk by but nothing happened yet. After a few more minutes I felt a hand on my leg that slid down to my cock. The stranger rubbed my cock through my jockstrap, and then slid his finger into my lubed ass. I heard his towel drop but didn't hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper. To distract myself from any case of the nerves, I took another hit of poppers and waited. His cock head pressed against my hole - and then he was in, full depth. He started slow but kept going faster and faster. My cock at this point was rock hard so I stroked myself in keeping with his rhythmic assault on my ass. His breath changed its pace, which hinted as to what was about to happen. Another popper hit and he pounded even harder, then exploding in my ass. Nothing had ever felt more right than that. He thrust a few more times, then pulled out, grabbed his towel and left. I thought about getting up but it was too late as another cock had replaced the one that had just left. After another four loads (that were running down my thigh, mind you), I got to my feet and returned to my room to relax for a bit. All in all I took seven loads that night. Next trip I'm hoping for ten.

I have been straight my whole life. Granted, I am only 18 years old but I still have always identified as straight. Recently, my girlfriend broke up with me. I was devastated. I tried fucking girls on Tinder or other apps, but girls are alot pickier even if you are very attractive. And they are almost never looking for hookups. So I decided to get a Grindr because no offense, guys are alot more desperate to fuck. It doesn't hurt that I'm alot of guys wet dream. I've been fucking random dudes for about 3 weeks now but an experience I had a week ago changed my life. I have always wondered if I was Bi, but always chalked it up to me just being horny. One night last week I was particularly horny and desperate because it was the day of my anniversary with my ex. I never reply to a cumdump once I pump my load in them, so I have never hooked up with the same guy twice. I live in a relatively small town so when I was looking for a nice ass there were only a few I hadn't already wrecked. One guy messaged me with the username "UBiteThePillow" and I was blown away by his cock. I'm not usually attracted to cock but the pictures he sent me of his thick cum and huge cock made my mouth water. He was cut but unshaven and was obsessed.I decided I had to have him. I begged him to let me suck his cock, but he insisted he needed my ass too.He said he needed a good little sub bottom to bury his ass in for the night. I have never taken anything up my ass and I was vehemently against it until he said he only met up with guys who gave him a tight ass to play with. I was so desperate for him at this point I told him I was a virgin and wasn't sure about it. He said he had condoms and lube and he'd be sure to use lots of lube. Eventually I gave in to his beautiful cock and I was on my way to his house. When I got there, he immediately forced me to my knees and abused my throat pussy. I was gagging and crying on his cock. I looked up to see one of the most gorgeous MEN I've ever seen. He was stocky with alot of hair and he looked like the classic gentleman. I was sure I could trust him. I knew then he wasn't a boy, but my daddy. I wanted to make him happy. Once he was hard he led me to the bed, where he positioned me with my legs up and on my back. He took off all my clothes and began to feel my cunt while looking straight into my eyes. He said I was too hairy to be a his little princess cumslut so he came back out with a razor and some shaving cream. As he sculpted away at my ass i felt a sharp pain and he said he knicked my hole and I was bleeding a little bit. He took a wet towel and wiped away all the blood and cream and began to finger me. I told him that I fantasized about him blowing his load all over my face. I wanted him to finish in my mouth. While I was talking he stood up and was rubbing his tip on my tight ass. I reminded him about the condom and he got up and went to his dresser and returned with one. He squirted a TON of lube all over his cock and apologized as it was wet and messy down there now. Taking him for the first time hurt but he went slowly. While he fucked me he leaned over and buried my face in his armpit while he brutally drilled my ass. My dick was leaking precum like crazy. He dipped his finger in my cum and told me to taste my pussy juice. I opened my mouth wide as he shoved his whole hand in my mouth and he raped me. Eventually he led me to the bathroom, where he fucked me in the mirror. He wanted me to see him abusing my tight virgin ass. He told me he was close so I pulled off of him, and got on all fours with my mouth towards him. He took off the condom , tied it and flushed it down the toilet as He started stroking himself over me. After a while he said he was getting soft again and he wasn't there yet. He needed to fuck me again to get hard. I asked him about a condom and he said he just flushed the last one. I reasoned with myself and said It didn't matter that much, because a handsome clean cut guy like him had to be clean, and he was gonna bust on my face anyways. I turned around on all fours and presented my ass to him. I will never forget this beautiful mistake. As he sunk himself into me raw for the first time the only thing I could think of was that I wanted more. He began fucking me harder than the first time. My hole was throbbing and he had no mercy. He wrapped his arms around me and held me down while he went to town on my straight boy ass. Eventually he pulled out, and without a word began to piss all over me! He told me to clean up with cock, so I did. As I licked and spit shined his perfect member I noticed he was soft. I asked him, "what about blowing your load on my face?Don't you want to cum?" All he could do was chuckle and say, "I don't think that's a problem anymore." My heart dropped and reached around and felt my tight hole . When I looked at my fingers it was dripping with cum and a little bit of blood from my cut. He had used so much lube I didn't even notice. "I busted in that pussy twice and even fucked you soft for a good a hour. I hope you came tonight so you can remember your last clean load" I leaned over the toilet and watched through the mirror in horror as I farted out the biggest batch of man juice of my life. The cum dripping from my ass was like a waterfall. I felt like such a stupid slut. He slapped my ass and said I was a good little girl and he would make use of my cunt often. I felt like crying but I didn't know what to do. I got up and left with out a word. When I got home, I tried to message him but he blocked me and wouldn't respond to my text. He had used my boy ass and ditched me. It's been a week later and I woke up with a sore throat today. I feel like shit although I have ever since the breakup so that is nothing new. I have been researching aids and hiv and come across all this information and websites. Part of me feels addicted to these barebacking studs and the other is disgusted. I don't know what to do. Have I been pozzed?

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4 loads today, all anon, first was a hot beefy THICK cocked latin daddy, really opened my cunt up and bred me deep. 2nd was a regular buddy, loved how slick I was. 3rd, big dicked anon guy from sniffies, totally unexpected, and last was another regular buddy....and hoping for more but doubtful.

Sold Health (Part 02) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “Think about it while you suck my dick faggot – Don’t forget, I paid for your service – you little cocksucker...” The boy took my cock back in his mouth like he was in a trance. His tongue focused on my glans and lapped my toxic precum up already. He moved his head up and down my shaft. I told him to look into my eyes, while sucking me. Once, he might have been a sensitive and intelligent guy, but now his eyes seemed dull and his spirit was broken. I was pretty sure, that he wouldn’t make a turn with the money. The drug had already fried his brain. His body and mind ached for another shot. “The choice is yours… pay your debts and live like a decent human being. You could try to save yourself and your girlfriend… or buy some of the ‘good stuff’ and make a nice trip. You could get so high – in a way you never have experienced it… you filthy Bitch.” I whispered seductively. “Think faster you stupid fuck. Once my cock spits at your face, the deal is over! He interrupted his sucking. “And you can check my status right now?” I nodded as I pulled his head back onto my penis. “A little bit of your blood will do – and I guess you are not afraid of syringes, huh?” I grinned. “And your friend will give me the money right away…” he interrupted his blowjob again. “We will pile up the money in front of your eyes. You can even count it while we fuck your brains out.” I replied to him. The lad was obviously overwhelmed by this decision. His eyes moved rapidly. And still, while his peanut brain was craving for some good stuff he dutifully lapped his tongue against my glans and sucked more and more of my poisonous scum. “Okay fuck face, you can’t make a decision, then I will shoot my load into your mouth now. You may spit it out afterwards faggot, since you don’t like to take the risk…” I frowned. I grabbed him by his ears and started pummeling into his gullet. “Hrrrmpf….. naaaaaaaw….. *chokes*” his hands moved against my stomach and tried to push me away. He pulled his head away from my cock and begged me to stop. “DEAL….” he screamed and looked at me frantically. “DEEEAAAAALLLLL…” he screamed again and seemed terrified that I would shoot my sperm any second now. I jerked my cock slowly, looking down at this piece of shit and smiled cruelly. “Please don’t shoot your load…. Deal…. please…. Deal…. *sobs*” I stopped jacking off and just sneered at the broken lad. Totally out of breath he stared at my throbbing cock. He looked up to me and asked with a timid voice “Deal?” Get the fuck up and let’s take a blood sample then and you better pray to God, that it is negative then. After a few attempts I found a vein to draw some blood from the boy. I’ve put the sample into the ‘rapid antibody’ test kit. Now we had to wait a couple of minutes for the results. “What happens if I am positive?” he asked uncertainly. “I will leave you, where I found you… what do you think would happen? You are going to die – that’s what’s going to happen to you - shithead” I replied. In the meantime I told the whore, I still had to piss urgently. Initially he went down to his knees and opened his mouth, but I told him to get up again and take my cock up his ass instead. The twink seemed to be scared about that and begged me not to fuck him yet. He really thought I would hump him and he wouldn’t get any more cash. “I am not fucking your asshole you fool. I just want to take a leak faggot.” My cock was still extremely hard and it took me a while to persuade the bitch to get up again and to turn around. In the end I simply grabbed the boy by his nape and held him in place, while I pressed my erected cock against his fuckhole. “You promise not to cum now… okay?” he asked again. He looked extremely worried. “I promise it. Just pissing… nothing else!” and I flashed a genuine smile. Of course I had to make some fucking motions. The boy was so tensed and it took me a while to settle my whole cock into his snatch. I could have rammed myself home, but I wanted to safe the hardcore action for later. I closed my eyes and tried to release my bladder. I felt the little filly was nervous. He almost pranced a little bit. “Stay still….” I moaned and released my waste into him. As soon as he felt his intestines fill up with the hot yellow liquid he mumbled over and over again ‘thank you… thank you’. I guess he wasn’t really thankful for the steaming piss, but he was relieved that I kept my promise. After I finished with my ‘business’ I told him I would withdraw my cock slowly and that he should try to keep my urine in for a while. Of course it didn’t work out completely. A few trickles went down his legs onto the floor. It was not my flat, so I didn’t care. I maneuvered him around a bit and told him he should let go of my piss out with full force. I hit him on his belly several times to encourage him to release my pee. His eyes were closed and sweat was on his forehead. He pressed hard and a yellow stream of piss shot against his cupboard and walls. He knocked some of his pictures over and I had to laugh out loudly. That was the moment when he turned his head around and saw what I had ordered him to do. “Well done boy. Two out of three… not bad!” I praised him and clapped him on his back. I went back to the table and gazed at my watch. We still had to wait a few minutes. “Come here – worthless slut and lick my ass for a couple of minutes” I commanded. Without a word of protest the lad crouched behind my body and pulled my jeans downwards. “I really hope my test results come out negative” he mumbled. “Yeah – me too. Now start tonguing my hole. Lick that shithole clean” I grunted. He started lapping his tongue over my hole. “Good boy…..” I moaned. “Don’t forget to push your tongue into my hole also. Tongue fuck me… you hear me? Clean my dirty hole the proper way.” When the time had come to check the test results I announced, I would open the kit now. He stopped his tongue action and mumbled some nonsense. It almost sounded like a prayer. Yeah – I heard him pray to God, that his results would turn out negative. I slapped him on his head and told him to keep on sucking my ass. When I saw his result was negative I farted into his open mouth and made the boy moan repulsively. “You are negative slut.” I farted again into his face. “Good job!” I turned around slowly. “We got a Deal!” I announced proudly and ruffled the boys hair playfully, like he was the big winner here. “Man – I am so happy I am negative. That is so cool. Now I can get some cash from you. Thank you… man. Thank you for choosing me” he repeated himself constantly. I used my cell phone to contact my partner in crime. “Hey there… it’s me… I found a whore to gamble with us.” “19 years old and wasted. Drugs… he is negative and sort of good looking” “Nah – just an ordinary whore. Yeah – wait….” “Talk to him nicely and give him your address. We want to continue with the show.” I grinned and handed the boy my mobile phone. “Yes. Hello sir. Yes… I am the slut who wants to take poz cum. Thank you. I can’t wait to feel your poz cock tearing up my asshole either *he looked a bit scared now* Yes…. please don’t forget the money, okay?” Then he gave my pal his residential address and then my mate hung up. I took back my phone and smiled down at the crouching boy. He started stroking my cock slowly and smiled back happily. “We will fuck you hard. You know that… Hm?” I asked him. “Yeah” he stopped smiling and looked a bit concerned now. “Will it hurt a lot?” he asked. “We won’t use spit or lube” I told him. “We spend a lot of money on you… it is only fair, that you should tear inside” All of a sudden the twink looked like a small kid again. A bit lost – and still he was a grown up boy who knew, more or less, what he was doing. “I will fuck you at first, because I found you… that might hurt a bit, because I fuck you dry. But believe me, it will hurt my cock too. But you won’t hear me complaining about it – so I expect you to be a champ also and just take what’s coming into you…” “Then my mate will fuck you immediately after I shot my load. So with my sperm as lube you will probably enjoy his fucking.” “After that we will double dick you” I grinned. “And then you are almost done…” I spoke those words and he took it like the ordeal would be over then. But I meant it in a total different way….

Off today and woke up horny. Posted an ad on CL for a top, and a 60 yr old said he could host before noon. My ad had my stats and status, so I got his address and went confidently for some married cock. I got there and he was typical 60 yr old guy. Gray short hair, a belly, and a white stache. Friendly as hell, and explained he's retired but his wife still works. While he's talking to me he's rubbing my beard, then shifts his chat to sex. He's asking me if I've been a slut for long, and asking me when I first turned "dirty". It was apparent this friendly guy had a darker side. He stood up and told me to show him what kind of whore I was. Now this turn was really getting me boned up, so I got on my knees and took his cock out of his pants and began sucking. He had an awesome 6.5" thick cock, with a mushroom head under the foreskin. He let me suck him for about 5 minutes before taking me to bedroom and telling me to get naked and on all fours. He climbs behind me, and starts rubbing my ass and lubing my hole with his fingers. With three fingers in me, he proceeds to tell me since I'm already 'ruined', he is going to fuck me raw as I'm a slut and it doesn't matter at this point. My cock was leaking precum with his dirty talk. He pulls out his fingers and slides in my ass quickly. Grabbing my hips, he fucks me for like five minutes before grunting and nutting inside me. He catches his breath, and starts stroking in and out of my ass, telling me how much cum he shot and that he likes a 'cum hungry whore". He climbs off bed, and tells me to lick his cock clean, which I do. Next he tells me to jerk off as I'm on my knees, which I do. Then, he tells me thanks and sends me on my way.

This afternoon. Had an early morning appointment for my regular HIV check up got there but they had to cancel so what would a responsible adult do? I don't know since I'm a somewhat responsible cum slut I drove over to the video store on Guy R Brewer. As soon as walk in the back a short stocky guy is in the booth standing up with his dick out I step in get to my knees start sucking him feeling his ass up and working his nips. He's moaning telling me to suck that dick to oh shit nigga to eventually I'm cumming. Which he did and I swallowed every drop. I took a moment to freshen up and hit the back again. A few minutes this tall guy enters talks to one of the guys there sees me smile steps into a booth and whips his dick out. Me being no fool knows what he wants and obliges him. I worked his dick from flaccid to full hard on not long after he cums I swallow he leaves and so do I

Thought I'd flash my cock

Just took a pretty huge dick and load this morning before work. Still got it in me, too. Fuck, this day started great! ?

I was certainly taken aback the first time someone called me Daddy in my mid 40’s. I had always looked quite a bit younger than my years. That was beginning to change in my 50’s, as family issues carved lines in the face that weren’t going away. And the damn hair kept receding… So I shaved my head. I embraced my age and all that went with it. My confidence soared—and hook-up potential doubled. I think in my leather-ish world of playrooms, Daddy has a much deeper mark of respect. I hear it almost always used for an older top. Boys of all ages come to Daddy when they want to be fucked ‘right’. They want a man of experience. They want a man of sexual ability–and agility. They want a teacher. I am proud to be that Daddy.

Here's the next update. I know it was annoying to be given a full chapter of filler material, but trust me when I say it gives some information that is important to my other story (let's see who figures it out). Also, its fun leaving a chapter update on a cliff-hanger. Enjoy the next update. -- My First Times- Part 2 “Right there is the maze. Not that many guys use it, but it can be pretty hot,” Garrett said, pointing down a dim hallway that ended in a turn, “And that’s the theater. Guys in there tend to just get sucked unless a really hot movie is playing, then its a fuckfest.” As we walked around, I felt Garrett continue to play with my ass, much to my enjoyment. At first, the cigar he was smoking was a bit irritating to my senses, making my eyes water slightly as the thick, musky smoke swirled around us, making me cough slightly. However, as I got used to it, I became somewhat aroused, watching the sex god giving me the tour enjoy the smoke. “Over here is the sling room. Might work your way up to that since you're a newbie to all this,” he continued, eyeing me slightly as I continued to check out his perfect body. The tour continued with a quick show of the gloryholes, then to the steam room and pool, and finally to a dark room near a flight of stairs. Upstairs were the private rooms. “And this is the dark room. Anything goes in there. I would warn you to stay clear of there unless you want to get fucked non-stop by anyone with a hard prick. Can’t see them coming st you usually,” he continued, with a laugh, smile, and shake of his head. I slowly nodded, my mind racing with all the sites and sounds bombarding me. “So, bud, what brings you here tonight?” he asked pulling the cigar from his mouth and resting his hand on my shoulder as he began to play with my nipples. Looking down, I saw his massive piece of uncut cock was sticking in front of him. Not only a shower but a grower as the cock had to have gained another inch of girth and 2 inches in length. “You can play with it if you want, boy,” he said, flexing his abs and causing the monster to jerk forward, “It won’t bite… too much.” Tentatively, I reached out and grabbed it. Warm and thick, I could feel his pulse throbbing. Reaching back to his face he stuck the cigar back in his mouth and began to rub his hands along the front and sides of my smaller body. “Fuck that feels good,” I sighed, as I slowly hardened with his hands feeling me up. Slowly, I began to stroke him. “And that does too, baby,” he said around the cigar with a growl, “I can think of a few more things that would be even better.” I knew instantly what he meant. Only 20 mins being here and I might actually get my wish and be fucked by a hot muscle top. My mind raced. Should I do this? Is this really what I want? Wouldn’t it be better if I took my time and dated the right guy for my first time? I received my answer when I felt the first finger begin to probe my hole. “Fuck!” I gasped, enjoying the rough feeling of his finger diving slowly into my tight hole, “Yes!” With a big grin and a nod, he pulled his finger out and led me upstairs. I followed him as he climbed the stairs, my attention switching my the sudden change in sound and atmosphere from the stead soft thump of a club music to one of sounds of muffled moans of guys getting fucked. My ass instinctively clenched at the thought of my own virgin hole being stretched and filled as I followed Garrett down the long hall, a thick cloud of cigar smoke trailing behind him. Grabbing his key, Garrett opened one of the doors and we both stepped in. I followed behind him and quickly he gently pushed me back onto the bed. I let out a gasp as I fell back and bounced slightly on the mattress. I laid in a momentary daze as he lifted up my towel, and in one quick motion swallowed my 6in dick deep into his throat. “HOLY SHIT!” I blurted out as his throat muscles massaged my cock, the suction making me instantly want to lift up off the bed. It felt amazing, feeling him sucking my deep, his fingers wrapping around my balls and massaging them. I laid back and enjoyed to skilled top suck me for several minutes when he suddenly pulled off, my building orgasm going away from the sudden cold air hitting my wet, throbbing member. I lifted my head up and went to ask why he stopped when I saw him take a deep draw on his cigar. Blowing the smoke back in my face, he began rubbing my hole with his thumb. “Gotta stretch and lube you up,” he said, before spitting on my hole and shoving the thumb in, “Mind if I rim you and you hold my gar?” “Uh, well….” I said, pleasantly shocked. I had read about getting rimmed, but I never imagined would actually get to be rimmed. “I haven’t ever been rimmed before. I’m open to trying it though…” I said, grabbing the cigar from him tentatively. “Mind keeping it lit for me?” Garrett asked, spitting a second time on my hole and quickly adding a second thumb. I let out a slight moan as I felt the two large digits pull open my hole slightly further. Unable to form words at the moment I only nodded and laid back, bending my knees up and spreading them open, giving him more access. Looking at the cigar in my hand, I watched some of the smoke drift out of both ends before finally sticking it in my mouth. Cautiously, I stuck it in my mouth and started to puff on it. It tasted a lot different than what I expected, and nothing like how it smelled. Peppery, with a bit of a chocolate taste, and almost a cut grass. Aiming to keep the top now at my hole happy, I continued to smoke it as I felt him slowly massage my opening. I inhaled sharply when his fingers pulled out and I felt his hot, wet tongue start to lap at my cunt. The sensation felt AMAZING! I drew harder on the cigar in my mouth as he lifted his head up. “Fucking tasty hole boy!” Garret said, before diving back in. For several minutes I laid back, enjoying the rim job I was getting, Garrett’s tongue stabbing at my tight anus. After a few minutes, I felt my ass slowly open up under the constant assault of his tongue and fingers. Standing up over me, he pulled the cigar out of my mouth. “Damn bud,” he said, taking a deep inhale, “You’ve got the ass of a fucking virgin!” Looking down I blushed, I looked down, embarrassed. “Wait…” he said, noticing how uncomfortable I was becoming. “You’ve never been fucked before?” “N-no… sorry…” I said, pulling the towel that had came untied from my waist back around me. I waited for him to start laughing at me, or worse, to be kicked out of his room. However, he instead ran his spit-slicked thumb along the side of my face before lifting my chin upwards. “Why are you sorry?” he said exhaling another cloud of smoke in my face, “It’s fucking hot I get to be the one to bust your cherry!” With a smile, he moved his thumb to my bottom lip, urging it open. “Get my dick hard with your mouth babe, I want to mount that tight virgin hole and claim it.” I scooted over to the edge of the bed and sat up, bring my face perfectly level with his semi-hard monster. I slowly licked the head, surprised at how warm the PA at the tip of his cock was. Suddenly, he placed his hand on the back of my head, and my mouth enveloped his growing member. Slowly I began to suck, running my tongue along the bottom of his cock as I pulled back. “Fuck yeah, you’re a natural,” Garrett replied, his hand running through my hair tenderly. For the next few minutes, we continued, before he finally spoke. “That's it boy, suck on that nice piece of meat. Get it nice and wet for what’s coming!” Urged on by the hot, muscled man standing above me, I forced his cock deeper into my mouth, enjoying the feeling and taste of his dripping, uncut cock sliding around on my tongue, my own cock throbbing in anticipation. I moan as I felt him place his hand on the back of my head, urging me even deeper down on his cock. Forcing myself not to gag from its massive size, I let him slowly rape my mouth as he let out a content sigh. Finally, he pulled out and let me catch my breath. “Fuck! I need in that hole!” he growled, grabbing one of the condoms from next to me before letting out a frustrated sigh. I looked up at him, wondering what had him so mad. “The one time I need to put one on, and they’re all medium.” I watched as he slowly opened the packet and slowly unrolled the condom, barely able to roll it down his dick before it finally reached the end halfway down. Looking at me, he smiled. “Damn this fucker is tight. You sure you want to take this monster?” he asked, grinning at me before continuing, “Because once I start, I’m not stopping. Last chance.” Laying back, I pulled my knees to my chest and said softly, “Please fuck my hole.”

Blake's backstory I've always barebacked. I've never had a condom on me or in me. I have a hard enough time with latex bandages, I can't imagine having something in my ass or on my cock that would cause me problems. My twin brother and I started having sex years ago, way before I got pozzed. Marshall and I would breed and seed all the time when our parents were out of the house ... and when our sister was willing to give us a little private time. She knew we were fucking and was cool about it. It didn't take long for us to graduate from jacking off in the same bedroom, to jacking each other off. It took a little longer for Marshall to get comfortable with oral, and I was the one to get his cock in my mouth. "Come on," I said, enticing him by suggesting "just let me just taste your precum ... just this once." I had no intention to settling for just a taste, but I had to start somewhere.We were both on the swim team in junior high, high school and college, and clearly that's when our interest in guys sparked. We were the only black guys on the team, and swim team was awesome, since there was guaranteed time under the showers to show off and get a feel of the other guys. We'd get hard at the shower and at the lockers I would suck Marshall in front of the other guys, and that would give them boners, which made it cool to taste their cocks. I guess our big, black, uncut cocks were exotic to them, which was fine with us. Fast forward to more recently, Marshall and his boyfriend Ron threw a New Year's Eve party at their place. They had a steady stream of guys come over to the house to have a drink, and one of them was a friend of theirs named Rob. I had heard about Rob before, as his dick was legendary. In fact it was said to be beautiful. Asking Ron about Rob, he replied "Rob's a sweetheart. We've played with him for years. And yeah, his cock is beautiful. Just ask to see it. He loves showing it off." Rob's cock might have been beautiful, but he was a really sexy man. About 6' 1", 180#, light brown hair, and sexy scruff on his face. His chest hair fanned out from his shirt collar across his chest and down his torso, inviting one to follow the trail all the way down.As the night was winding down, I took my shot, introducing myself to Rob saying "Hi, I'm Blake.""Hey Blake, I'm Rob. I'm glad you introduced yourself. I've heard a lot about you from your brother and Ron." I said, "I hope it was all good things."Rob said, "Marshall said you were identical to him in every way. I was hoping to see for myself."With a smile I said, "I'd love that."We got to my place and it wasn't long before I was naked in front of Rob allowing him to get his hands all over my body. It was an act of erotic submission, standing naked in front of a clothed stranger having him touch and fondle me. "You're beautiful," he said, as he slid a finger under my foreskin with one hand and felt my balls with his other. I was already oozing precum from his erotic touch. I said, "You knew what you were going to see when you walked in the door. How about I get a look at your body?" In moments we were both naked and it was my turn to explore his sexy body. From his sexy scruff, to his hairy pecs, following down the treasure trail that ends in a full pubic bush. And then the cock. It's a beautiful cut cock. Fully erect it hugged his pubes, sticking straight up, with a small bubble of precum showing at the tip. From underneath, his cock was wide and thick. When I took hold of it, the top of his cock had almost a wide, flat shape that really showed off sexy veins there. Now I know what the big deal is.I instinctively dropped to my kneeds to get a taste of his precum, which by now was dripping on its own. He oozed a copious amount of precum, and it was delicious. I couldn't get enough of it. After a short while, he suggested "Let's go to the bed."As we climbed into bed I let him know "I gotta feel your cock inside me."Rob smiled and said, "I was hoping I'd have a chance to breed you. I've been hoping all night to slide my cock inside you."I reached into the side table for some lube. I put some on my hole and some onto his throbbing cock. Rob said, "Sweet ... Bareback is so much better." I said, "Yeah, I can't do condoms ... and unless you have something I don't want, I want to feel you shoot your load in my hole." As he gently entered my hole, he whispered, "You'll love what I can do to you."And I did. He fucked me on my back, on my side, doggy style...it was amazing. His thick girth took some getting used to, but Rob took his time working inside me. My hole was definitely stretched by his size, but it felt amazing. During one of the many times we changed positions, I noticed the lube had some pink in it. I was surprised and he was really gentle when fucking me. In fact I'd say we weren't just fucking, we were making love. There was a definite connection as he was thrusting his cock inside me. As we switched up again, I found myself on my back, as he wanted to see my face as he asked "You ready to cum? I'm ready to give you one more load." I smiled replying "You came once already? That's hot! I had no idea." He said, "Yeah, and I want you to cum with me this time." I said, "Yeah, stud. Breed me again. Give it to me!" With a couple more thrusts, he did give it to me, one more of his loads. His sexy big cock looked amazing going inside my black hole. And when he came, I shot my load as well ... onto his furry chest and sexy abs. Perfect timing, so my ass throbbed at the same time as he was pulsing inside my hole. It was amazing.After recovering from a thorough fuck session, we got into the shower together to clean off, making out in the shower. All the while I did my best to keep his load inside me. It's just something I do. I hate when guys I breed go to the toilet right away to get rid of it. We both got dressed and as Rob was heading to the door, he said, "That was awesome. You and Marshall are great sex. I'd love to have you two together sometime." I smiled and said, "I'm sure he'd be up for that. We love three-ways." He said, "He's a sweetheart. When I converted, Marshall took care of me the whole time. He's such a good guy." "Converted? You're poz?" "Yeah. You're on Truvada like Marshall and Ron, right?" I said, "No. What's Truvada? Are you undetectable?" "No, I'm not undetectable as I'm not on any HIV meds. My load is pretty toxic. Don't freak out, though. You can have this taken care of in the next couple days. I figured you were cool taking a poz load. I'm so sorry." I said, "Can't do anything about it right now. I'll follow-up tomorrow." Rob apologized again and we kissed at the doorstep. The next day I called Marshall to let him know what happened. He answered the phone and it was clear he and Ron were still in bed as he asked "Hey Bro. Happy New Year. Did you and Rob hookup?" "Yeah, we did. He pozzed me. How come you didn't tell me he was poz?" "Sorry, I didn't think about it. He's probably on meds anyway. I wouldn't worry." "Dude, he said he's not on med and he's toxic." "Did he cum inside you?" "Yeah, twice!" "Hold on," Marshall said, apparently turning to Ron who was presumably next to him in bed. He tried covering the mouthpiece, but I could still hear the conversation.Marshall: "Hey, Rob tagged Blake's hole last night."Ron: "Sweet ... that must have been amazing. How many loads?"Marshal: "He said Rob gave him two loads of his nasty cum."Ron: "Oh fuck. That's hot. Getting me totally boned."Marshall: "Yeah, it got me boned too." Marshall came back to the line and said, "Don't freak out. Go see Dr. Woods to get PEP. He's next to the grocery store. That'll keep you from converting. You'll be fine."As Marshall spoke with me, his breath became increasingly irregular and I could hear Ron making slurping noises. I asked, "Is he sucking your cock right now?" "Yeah, sorry Bro, he is. I'm kinda getting off on the idea of Rob pozzing you. I know, it's weird." "Yeah, just a little bit. Anyway, have fun. I'll talk to you tomorrow."That day was New Year's Day, so I made a point to call Dr. Woods the next morning. Of course, when I called, the office was closed for an extended holiday, but would be open on the third. From what I read, that was the day by which I needed to start PEP in order to avoid converting to poz.I called on the morning of the 3rd to request an appointment. The receptionist said they would have an appointment the next week for me. I explained that I was exposed to HIV needed to start PEP right away. She said, "Let me see what I can do," and then put me on hold.Seconds later another voice came on the line saying "Hi, this is Teddy. You were calling for an appointment today, correct?" "Yes, I was exposed to HIV on New Year's Eve and I'd like to start meds." "Oh, okay. Are you a current patient?" "No, I'm not seeing a doctor at this time." "Hold on. Let me see what we can do for you." He came back on the line and asked," We'll stay late for you, can you come in today at 5:00?" "Yeah, time is running out, I need an appointment right away." "Don't worry, we will take care of you at 5:00 PM."I've been anxious ever since Rob shot his load in my hole, but in a way, it was kinda erotic that his toxic DNA was inside me. Thankfully there was a pill to put a stop to the virus.I left work early and arrived at the Doctor's office on time. As I walked in the door, I was greeted by a really hot guy ... an Italian looking, hairy stud who opened saying "You must be Blake. I'm Teddy. We talked on the phone. Come on back."I followed Teddy and he placed me in an exam room. He said, "You're here for PEP, correct?" "Yes, I was exposed to HIV a couple days ago." "Okay. Go ahead and undress to your underwear, and hop on the table. The doctor will be in to talk with you."In a couple minutes, Dr. Woods, a tall, lean and very sexy man entered the exam room. Not only was he hot, I was sitting in my underwear, struggling not to show my appreciation by popping a hard-on."I'm Doctor Woods. Thanks for coming to our office today." I shook his hand, and he took a seat close to the table, as he added "I understand you've been exposed to HIV. Tell me about that.""There's not much to tell. I had unprotected sex with a guy. He came inside my ass, and then I found out he's poz and unmedicated."Dr. Woods didn't really flinch at my description of what happened, but instead responded "Okay, I have a couple questions for you. Is there a chance he has a low viral load?" "He said he was toxic.""Wow. And you're sure he came in your hole?" "Yeah, he came in me twice." "Wow. Not a lot of guys can do that. Did you notice blood in your stool afterwards?" "Yeah, there was some."Dr. Woods said, "All right then, let me have a look at you. Go ahead and slip off your underwear and lay on your back."Once I was back on the table and he started listening to my heart and feeling my neck, my cock started responding to his touch. He felt around my abs and then down towards my groin, saying "Blake, turn to your left side. I'm going to examine your rear end to see if there's still soreness." I was a bit embarrassed, but supposed his focus was to be expected, particularly when seeing a doctor for the first time.He applied some jelly to his finger and eased inside my hole, saying "Yes, you're a little swollen down there." He continued with the in-and-out of his finger, and it started feeling good. Too good. When, a few seconds later he remarked "Go ahead and lay on your back again," there was no hiding my erection. I was fully hard and leaking precum. Dr. Woods then asked "Do you usually fuck bareback?" "Yeah, I'm allergic to latex." "Yeah, you're not alone. I only bareback too. It's just better all the way around." "Then I'm sure you understand I don't want to be poz, which is why I want PEP." Dr. Woods started lightly stroking my cock and said, "PEP isn't the answer you want. It's nasty. A miserable experience. You'd hate it."He was making my cock feel really good ... and if he didn't stop soon, I'd blow a load.I said, "But converting to poz isn't the answer. It the road I don't want to go on."Dr. Woods said, "I'm surprised to hear that. I'm poz. My husband is poz. B eing poz is the best thing that ever happened to our sex life. Fucking without fear is liberating, and it sounds like sooner or later, you're going to convert on your own. Convert under my care and I'll make sure you're okay. I'll make your dreams come true."With that, he bent over and took my cock in his mouth. He slowly swallowed my entire cock and rested his nose in my pubes. It was so fucking erotic, it was amazing. His slow sucking was agonizing but mesmerizing. This man knew what he was doing.I heard his belt-buckle drop to the floor. He pulled off me to show me his huge uncircumcised cock. The unbuttoned his shirt and I saw a biohazard tattoo in his pubes. I've always admired those tattoos, even if the meaning of the tattoo was disconcerting. Then Dr. Woods paused in sucking me, saying "I can stop right now, write you a script for PEP, and you can walk out the door. Or you can let me load your hole with my toxic load. Let me poz your hole and I'll guarantee you'll convert soon and you can put the fear behind you. I think you want this poz cock, don't you?"I didn't know what to think. My cock certainly wanted Dr. Woods inside me, infecting me with his disease. He did make a good point about fucking without fear. I don't know how I have dodged the bullet all this time. I took a couple fingers to scoop up some of my precum and then reached over to put it on Dr. Woods' cock, saying "Breed me. Breed me now before I change my mind."

My name is Robert Kendall Allen, and this is the story of how I got pozzed. My mother was barely 18 when I was born. I never really knew my dad since my mother wouldn't marry him. She told me nothing about him except that he went away to college while my mom went to the local community college and worked while she raised me with help from her parents. I heard that my dad ended up moving away. I'm not sure where he moved, but I know he never returned to our small town in Illinois. While he had left the town in which he was raised, nevertheless I always would get a birthday card every year from him. He never missed a birthday, until today, the day I turned 21, and this omission is not his fault since he has no idea that I moved out of the small town where I had lived for the first twenty years of my life. Here's how I ended up leaving home; a couple months ago I my mother caught me in bed with another man. Actually the guy was one of my high school teachers. He had been fucking me since my junior year. To say she freaked out would put it mildly. After my teacher left she told me I had to be out off her house by the end off the week. I didn't wait that long and by the next day I had all my shit packed in my car and left. I had a buddy who lived close-by who let me crash with him in exchange for sex, so when I wasn't at my crappy job at the local WalMart (or servicing my straight bud) I was on my laptop seeing who was out there with whom I could play while I temporarily stayed with my 'friend'. I've always been attracted to the older, daddy types. I've never used a condom and knew the risks involved with bareback sex, although I never really chased the bug until now. While on-line I discovered Breedingzone.com and Bugshare.net. The stories always had my dick hard. The thought of getting pozzed up by an older guy and becoming his boy filled my dreams (and my jack-off sessions). I then discovered Barebackrt.com and started my search for the perfect man to knock me up. I concentrated on the listings for Chicago, knowing that city would afford me an excellent chance of meeting the right man to poz me, and when I decided to make the trip to Chicago, I also decided to post my itinerary on bbrts, mentioning I would be at Steamworks, and that I looking to play with an older poz guy. I threw all my belongings in my car and drove the 3 hours to Chicago and quickly found my way to Steamworks, parked my car and went inside, asking for a locker since my funds were limited. I stripped out of my street clothing, and draping a towel around my 28" waist, I went to explore the place. I quickly learned that there were a number of older men who'd love to 'take care' of a boy like me, 20 something, 5' 9", 135 pounds, blond hair, blue eyes, lean, smooth build. The one common factor that these Daddies shared was that they were all interested in pozzing-up bottom boy - like me. It didn't take me long to find the man of my dreams. He was in his 40s, about my height, muscular, with blond hair and blue eyes (like me) with a nice piece off meat between his legs (it had to be 5" semi soft). I didn't pack much less and at full mast I am nearly 8". What caught my eye was the biohazard tattoo he had just left off his trimmed pubes. It seemed that I caught his eye as the two of us did this 'dance' as we moved around the place. I lost him for a while until he came up behind me saying seductively "I've been waiting for you to get here." "You saws my post on barebackrt?" "Yes, Boy, I did. Where are you staying in town?" "Don't know yet, just thought I'd check this place out and see what I might 'find'." "What are you looking for?" I answered him, "Anything that may 'CUM' my way" with what I hoped was a seductive smile. With that, the dreamy guy introduced himself as 'Greg', and invited me to join him in his room. I introduced myself as Kendall, using my middle name, thinking my middle name might give me a fresh start. I followed Greg back to his room and once we were inside he shut and locked the door. Greg had a room with a bed on one side and a sling on the other. After we were in his room Greg pulled my towel from my waist exposing my entire body to his inspection. He leaned over and kissed me, his tongue entered my mouth as his hands explored my body. He was touching me in all the right places making me feel so good. I was hoping that this might be the man who would give me what I was seeking, that Greg was the poz Daddy who would take care of me. Greg placed his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me to my knees. I knew what he wanted and took his cock into my mouth, showing him my skills at sucking cock. His rod easily slid into my throat, engorging as time when on. Soon enough I found myself working on an 8" thick cock. After I had worked his cock to to his satisfaction he pulled his hard tool from my hungry mouth and as I looked inquiringly up at him, Greg looked down at me and said, "You're a damn good cock sucker boy, you ever party before?" I knew what he meant from the stories I'd read on breedingzone, "No Sir, but I'm open to the idea." Greg got an evil grin on his face as he led me over to the bed. He had me sit down as he rummaged around in his bag. He pulled out two syringes and a little baggie containing a white crystaline powder. I assumed (correctly, I later learned), it was Tina. He filled both syringes just over half way with the drug. He then added water and waited for the contents to dissolve. Greg then pulled out a tourniquet and worked it over my bicep. He had me pump my fist a few times as he looked for a good vein. Greg spoke to me as he swabbed my arm with some alcohol, "You're going to feel a little pinch when the needle is stuck in your arm. I'm going to pull back and get a flash of blood in the barrel to make sure I've hit the vein. Then I'll empty all this in your arm. When I remove the tourniquet you'll probably feel a warmth rush up your arm. You will feel like you can't breath as you cough out a few times. Then the drug will hit you as your heart begins to beat faster and you'll feel very warm. I want you to go with the feelings and ride the rush. Once you're ready I want your mouth back on my cock as I do myself." Greg had me lay back on the bed as I watched. He found a prominent vein, suck the needle in, pulled back a little to get a small flash of blood and as he pushed the plunger down emptying the contents into me he said, "Ready or not, here it cums!" Greg released the tourniquet and, just as he described I felt a warmth go up my arm into my chest. I felt as if I couldn't breath, I coughed hard two or three times, and then sensed a flush and my heart began to race. I also heard a distinct ringing in my ears and felt as if my eyes were rolling into the back of my head. As I rode my first rush, I looked up at Greg as he smiled down at me. I knew I needed to pleases this man and would do anything he commanded. I just lay there for what seemed like an eternity (but in reality was a couple minutes) when I knew I had to pleases this man, this God who I hope would be the man to not only give me the bug, but maybe he would make me his boy. I knew I needed to pleases this man. I got down on my knees and between his legs to service him as he administered his own slam to himself. I took his semi hard cock deep into my throat. I never knew that I could swallow a man like I was doing to Greg at that moment. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Greg apply the tourniquet to his arm I watched as he swabbed the vein he was going to use. I could see him stick the needle in himself as he drew back to get the small flash in the barrel. Just as he had done to me moments ago, he emptied the entire syringes into his own arm. I heard the click as he removed the tourniquet. He coughed out almost like I had as I knew the second the drugs hit his system. I felt his cock throbbed to its hardest I had felt in my throat as I swear I could feel him cumming, or maybe he was just precumming, but it felt like a ton was flowing out of his dick. Greg didn't say a word as he placed a hand on the back of my head and began to fuck my throat. I felt for a moment that he was going to cum right then and there when he stopped. He lifted my chin and I rose up with his touch as he kissed me with a passion I had never felt. Each of his touches was electric. I knew I wanted this man and he was about to take me, make me his right then and there. My hope was that he'd make me his forever! As we kissed he led me over to the sling. I climbed in without any difficulty and he helped me put my feet in the stirrups as I laid back looking up at this magnificent man. He kissed my feet, licked my inner legs as he worked his way between my legs. He paused for a moment as he licked my balls and sucked my semi-hard dick. The sensation was incredible. I could feel myself getting a little harder but I never reached my full potential. Then Greg went back to my balls and then onto the area between my sack and hole - I felt an increase in pleasure beyond what I had ever known. When he finally found my quivering hole, I thought I was going to explode. I uncontrollably began to moan and writhe around. The more he licked and worked his tongue inside me, the more I wanted his cock, the more I wanted to be he poz bitch. "FUCK GREG! I need you inside me. I need your poz cum, your DNA coursing through my veins." Greg didn't speak a word - he just shoved his hard cock in, balls deep, looking down on me as he began to slowly fuck my ass. I could feel every inch of his cock slide in and out of my ass. I'm not sure how long he had been fucking me, but I was certainly enjoying every second. After a couple of minutes of steady fucking, he began to pick up his pace, fucking me harder and faster only to stop, lean in and kiss me before he'd start fucking me some more. He occasionally would pinch my nipples or squeeze my balls as he worked my hole with his cock, keeping up this rhythm for what seemed an eternity of pleasure. After quite a length of time he asked "You ready for my dirty seed, boy?" "Fuck, yes. Your dirty seed will make a great birthday present." Greg then grunted and slammed hard into me as he grunted "OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING! TAKE MY CHARGED LOAD BOY!" as I felt his cock thicken and spasm inside me. I swear I thought I could feel his load as he deposited it inside me. Greg fought to catch his breath as he leaned in to kiss me, his tongue making its way deep into my mouth. After we kissed he pulled back and said, "So today is your birthday in so many ways. Today you'll be born into the poz brotherhood. How old are you today?" as his still rock hard cock was slowly pumped my hole working his charged seed into the walls of my ass. "I turned 21 today." Greg never acknowledged that he heard me when he started to slam fuck me again, "I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!" as his cock once again spasmed inside me once again filling me with his poz seed. "Did you say you're 21 today?" "Yes, sir I am. And you're making it a special day for me, especially since I didn't get my yearly birthday card from my father." Greg looked a little shocked at what I told him but he seemed to brush it off. Suddenly he asked, "Why didn't you get you father's birthday card?" as he continued to work his hard cock inside my cummy hole. I told him the details of how my mother had kicked me out of the house and why I made the decision to seek out a mature man to poz me and (hopefuly) take me in. As I told Greg all this he seemed to know me. He looked down at me with the biggest shit-eating grin I'd ever seen as he began to fuck me harder and harder. He wad fucking me so hard I thought the sling was going to break. Greg grunted out as he seeded my hole again. He had deposited so much cum inside me already some was spilling out as he continued to fuck me as, I'm sure, more was being worked deeper inside me. We kissed again, but there was something different about this kiss. It was more like a kiss two lovers would share. After we stopped kissing, Greg looked at me still with that grin, "Your using your middle name, your first name is Robert." I was shocked. How did this guy I just met know my real first name!? "How did you know that?" Greg never stopped fucking me. He just looked at me as he kept pumping away. "I know your real name because I'm your father." Hearing that had my semi-hard cock going rock hard. Greg kept in fucking me as we kissed again and again. I felt his cock grow harder and thicker deep inside of me. We kissed as he shot yet another load inside me at that same exact moment I shot what I hoped to be my last neg load thinking 'MY OWN FATHER POZZED ME!'

This is a side-project that goes along with my other story. However, it can easily be read on its own. Be warned it will have a similar set up to another story on here, but only in setting up the setup of the plot. Let me know what you think down in the comments! ---- Part 1 “That's it boy, suck on that nice piece of meat. Get it nice and wet for what’s coming!” Urged on by the hot, muscled man standing above me, I forced his cock deeper into my mouth, enjoying the feeling and taste of his dripping, uncut cock sliding around on my tongue, my own cock throbbing in anticipation. I moan as I felt him place his hand on the back of my head, urging me even deeper down on his cock. Forcing myself not to gag from its massive size, I let him slowly rape my mouth as he let out a content sigh. Soon I'd finally get what I fantasized and dreamed of. A huge cock shooting a thick load deep up my virgin ass. — It was hard to believe that that morning I was just a young, 18-year-old virgin. I knew from a young age that I was gay; girls never even blipped on my radar, and I always found myself fantasizing about some of the hotter guys in my class kissing me and feeling me up. However, I never acted on it. My family had moved to our small, midwestern town when I was in 6th grade, leaving me friendless. My former best friend was over 1000 miles away on the east coast, as well as everyone I knew growing up. I hadn’t been popular, but I was at least well-liked by nearly everyone. In my new school, I was an outcast… quiet, shy, too smart for the popular crowd and disliked because I actually enjoyed being at school. By the time I hit my senior year, I knew I wanted to be like the guys I saw in the porn I found online. A slut, taking cock from multiple guys until shooting all over myself. My only friends were a few of the nerdier, but in my opinion, much cooler girls who shared some of my same interests in different books and shows at the time. Nobody, however, knew my secret… that I wanted nothing more than to lose my virginity to a hot top. This obviously didn’t stop me from being made fun of, with being called things like fag or queer by the hotter, popular jocks in the in-crowd. Rationally, I knew it was only to get a rise out me, but a part of me always worried they knew I was what I secretly wanted to be. By the end of my senior year, I couldn’t take it any longer. I was tired of jacking off and pretending I was getting fucked by some hot, muscled guy as I fingered myself to climax in my hand, licking my hand clean to keep my secret from my thankfully more liberal parents and 5 sisters. I decided to finally lose my virginity and started to secretly hatch out a plan. Having gotten a few letters from some prospective colleges from the large city about 3 hours away, I planned to go and look at a few, staying at my distant cousin’s apartment near one of the campus. Knowing he wouldn’t care if I was there or not, I figured I could make my parents believe my half-lie. I would look at the school that week, during spring break at my school, and during the weekend I would go to a gay bathhouse I had read about in some of my lurkings online. It would be a week after 18th birthday, so I would finally be legal to enter. And maybe, just maybe, I would find someone to help me fulfill my wish of losing my “cherry.” — The week came quickly when my parents sat me down, my bag already around my shoulders and my keys to the small Honda my parent’s bought me in my hands. I had hoped to sneak out with a quick goodbye. “Buddy,” my father, still in his lab coat from work at the local hospital, “We need to have a talk.” SHIT! I thought to myself, THEY KNOW. FUCK!!! “Uh… yeah, dad?” I said, trying not to let the fear in my mind crack into my voice. My plan was ruined, I was sure of it. The tone of his voice and the look on my mother’s face said it all. “Your mother and I have talked… we know you’re a man now, but… we’re concerned. You know we love you and only want what is best and…” “Oh Robert!” my mother sighed, her thick accent coming through as she crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes at my dad, “Shit or get off a pie.” “Pot… mom… it’s pot…. it’s slang for toilet…” I said, smiling slightly at her mistranslation. Thirty years and she STILL got idioms wrong. I was beginning to think it may be intentional. “I like mine better,” she huffed before continuing, before glaring at my father, “We know you are going to college soon. Tell him.” Pulling a pile of condoms and a handful of pamphlet out of his coat, he held them out to me. “You need protection. We know things happen at colleges… and we don’t want you coming back and trapped with a baby on the way with some girl, or something like HPV or herpes…” my dad blurted out, rubbing his hand on his coat as he sat back on the couch. “Uh….” was my only reply. I felt my cheeks start to burn. My parents thought I was going to get some girl pregnant. “Just take them and be careful. And have fun. We love you very much,” my mom replied with a slight nod. “And don’t trust a girl just because she is on the pill. She could be on an antibiotic, or could be asymptomatic or…” my dad replied, refusing to meet my eyes as he blurted out everything. “Thanks… I guess…” I said slowly, grabbing them with a slight grimace, “You guys know…. I learned about most of this from health class… right…? And I really am just going to check out a few schools. I’ll call and everything if you want…” “Just go have fun my little zaychik. Call when you get there so I know you are okay,” my mom replied, shooing me away. — 3 hours later, and thankfully over a hundred miles from my family, I sat my bag down in the small living room of my cousin’s apartment, glad he was willing to let me stay there while he and his friends went to spring break somewhere out east. It’s Friday night, and I’m ready to finally get down to business. Pulling out a tight pair of jeans I had outgrown the previous year, and a similarly fitting t-shirt, I changed quickly and looked up the directions and information I had written earlier and made my way to the bar where the bathhouse was located. Arriving, I quickly made my way to where the entrance was at the back and walked up to the small window, much like the ones I had seen in movies that they had at a seedy motel. I rang the bell and out from the back room came one of the hottest guys I had ever seen. Easily over 6ft, he had piercing grey eyes, long thick blonde hair, and a large piercing in his nose. He was wearing a tight-fitting wife beater that nearly covered his well-muscled chest and abs, and black leather pants that clung to his body, leaving nothing to the imagination. My eyes were quickly drawn to his pert ass and large bulge. A heavy five’o’clock shadow covered his face, which reminded me of an extremely hot bad boy version of Thor for some reason. Even his voice made me melt, gravely and deep. “Can I help you, boy? The bathroom is back in the other side of the bar,“ he said, pointing back towards the bar, looking up and down my body before smiling, “Unless you see something you like?” Flustered, I blushed and shook my head. “No… um…. I’m here to… I mean….” I said, suddenly unable to form words. “Look, no offense kid, but you got to be at least 18 to even be in the bar. You gotta be… what? 15? 16 tops?” Shaking my head no, I pulled out my wallet and pulled out my ID, sliding it under the glass. “No, sir… I’m… I’m 18,” I said with a gulp, “See… my birthday was last week.” “Sir, huh? First time to the baths then, huh?” he asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes, deftly lighting one and blowing the smoke at the glass. “Uh, yeah… I… it’s that obvious huh?” I replied. “You’re a cute fucker. They are going to be all over you!” he said with a smile, the cigarette dangling in his mouth., “Room or locker?” “Oh… um….” I replied, realizing that I had no idea what to do. “I don’t really know which one…” “Hot piece like you will definitely get invited into a room in no time,” he said, “I’d go with a locker.” I nodded as he continued. “Normally the fee is $40 to get in, full $100 for a room, but seeing as you just had your birthday, and it’s your first time… how about $20?” he said, turning around and grabbing a towel and a key. Reaching into my wallet, I pulled out the two bills, left over from my gifts the week before. “Thanks…” “Don’t mention it. We all have our first times,” he said with a smile, “Maybe you’ll still be around later when I get off. Would like to help show you the ropes.” Smiling back, I entered the entrance, the door buzzing as he pressed a small button under the counter in front of him. — Looking around, I took in the sites, as dozens of naked men walked around, some with towels and others in various states of undress. I quickly found my locker, and with a deep breath, I quickly undressed. Throwing the towel around my now naked body, I grabbed a few condoms from my jean pocket, tucking them in between my skin and the cloth. Taking another look around, I felt like a fish out of water. 18, skinny with just a small amount of lean muscle on my frame. Black hair, blue eyes, and an average sized uncut cock were all I had to offer. And around me was every possible type of hot character from every gay porn I ever saw. There’s no way anyone would be interested in someone like me, I thought to myself as pulled the towel even closer. And that’s when I saw HIM. 6ft tall, heavily muscled, with a head full of thick brown hair. A face like a Greek statue, which sported a goatee and mustache. Nipple piercings and a thick hairy chest. And a what looked to be an uncut 10-incher with what looked to be a large PA peaking out from under the small towel that barely covered him, framed by a pair of low hanging bull balls. Tattoos all over his body. The man looked like sex walking. A bad boy who would ravage my hole if given the chance. Something straight out of the hottest porn. AND HE’S WALKING UP TO ME! I thought in a panic. I felt myself start to blush as he eyed me up and down, my cheeks burning even hotter as I saw his cock stir under the towel. “I’m Garrett.” he said, stopping in front of me and holding his hand out, “You must be new here.” “Jeez… it’s that obvious, huh?” I said, biting my lip as I stared at his hand, almost afraid. I looked around, lost. He waved his hand slightly in front of me drawing my attention back to him. “And you are?” I panicked for a second, thinking maybe I should make up a name before realizing that even if he knew my name, nobody around here would know me. Pulling up the courage, I shook his hand and replied. “Yurik… uh… nice to meet you…” I said, trying desperately to sound cool as my voice threatened to break as I suddenly started to spout a massive flow of words, “My mom is from Russia and that why I have a weird name. It’s-it’s my first time. I’ve never done this before, and I didn’t expect to actually find someone so hot to actually talk to me, especially you. Not with how I look. And… and… and I…. should really shut up now…” He let out a soft laugh as he let go of my hand before slowly rubbing his hand up and down my arm while looking at my smaller body. “Dude, calm down. You got nothing to worry about. Fucking sexy thing like you is a rare find here,” he said in a low, calm voice and his fingers traced down my chest and ran over my left nipple, causing to bead up instantly. I fought back a moan and looked up at him in silence. “Need someone to show you around? I would love nothing better than to show you around. Make all these fuckers here jealous,” he asked, his smile growing bigger as he saw what his touching me was doing. I slowly nodded and smiled nervously as his hand wrapped around my shoulder and he pulled me closer. “Mind if we stop by my locker first?” he asked as I felt him slowly reach down and grab my ass under the towel. Fuck, that feels so good, I thought to myself as he slowly ran his fingers through my crack, teasing the hair near my hole. “As long as you keep doing that!” I replied with a moan. “Oh, I plan on doing much much more…” he replied, and we started walking, drawing the attention from a few guys. We came to his locker and I stood there quietly as he grabbed his key and opened the door. Pulling out a large leather pouch from his shirt pocket, as well as a brown glass bottle. I knew instantly they were poppers, which I had read about and seen in various sites online. I wanted to try them, and it looked like I might get my chance with this walking sex god. I was however slightly shocked when he pulled out a large, black and green cigar and stuck it in his mouth. Some of the guys in my school smoked them when there were no adults around, looking somewhat goofy to me. But this man looked even hotter somehow with it firmly in his jaw. Looking at me suddenly, he stopped and pulled the stick out of his mouth. “Mind if I smoke?” he asked, looking directly at me as he waited for my reply. “Oh, uh… no, go ahead,” I said, my cock now throbbing under my towel at full hardness, my face still blazing red. With a smile, he pulled out the lighter from the same pouch and lit it. Drawing the flame to the end, he stuck the cigar back in his mouth and brought it to life, taking a deep drawn in before blowing it straight up in the air. Quickly enough he put everything back into the locker and wrapped his arm around my waist and we set off into the bathhouse.

In the reflection of the glass doors I saw my small framed body ascend the stairs. I was so glad no one saw me come in. I stared at the floor, avoiding eye contact, as I approached the window. "Room or locker?" "Room, please." I quickly paid the attendant, and he handed me a towel and a key. Hastily I beat a retreat through the inner door, my heart pounding a mile a minute. I strolled down the crimson hall, closed doors on either side, hunting for my room. A naked man passed by, and I almost died! I couldn't believe I was finally there. I was scared yet excited. If it weren't for the Internet, I wouldn't have known the place was there. A couple guys approached, one wearing a towel, one not. I glanced at the nude guy's Cock—so long and thick—and soft like mine! I glanced at the floor to avoid their eyes, yet I could feel them boring into me. One of the men whispered, 'Nice!'. Perhaps this wouldn't be so terrible, after all. I walked on and peaked through a doorway. Two guys were having sex. I walked on quickly before they spotted me. I was nervous and sought out the solitude of my room. After fumbling with my key, the door swung open. I locked it behind me. On the TV above the bunk, two guys were blowing each other. I watched, and my body ached. I had never seen two guys in a film before. They were so young, kinda like me—nice firm bodies. One even looked like me—about 5' 7", short brown hair, smooth skin and Balls, with a massive curly bush above his cock. His cock was, however, decidedly larger than my six inch model. A knock sounded at the door. Cautiously, I opened it cautiously. Before me stood a cute dude about 5'9", red hair, nice body, dressed solely in a towel, but carrying a back-pack. "May I come in? There are old guys out here, and they're after me. Please. I saw you come in." I was scared; but he was very hot. I let him in. "Got to lock it, man. Don't want no fuckin' trolls in here." He latched the door and sat down. I sat down next to him and couldn't help notice the bulge beneath his towel. "I'm Matt." "I'm Steve. Ever been here before?" "Nope." "Oh, it's a hot place. Just keep your door locked. Lots of disgusting old trolls. Guys you don't want to mess with 'less you're really hard up." "Yeah, okay." "Nice video." He kicked back and watched, pulling out a thin cigarette. He lit up, and immediately I knew it was a joint. I stared at it, for I had never smoked before. Steve must have noticed me looking, for he reached over and offered me a hit. I vowed it would be a night of new experiences. My lungs burned as I coughed out the smoke. I took two big puffs and was going to hand it back, when Steve said, "Nah, keep that one. I got another." He pulled out his own and lit up. A few minutes after I forced the drug-infused air into my lungs I was floating. My cock was twitching in my underwear; and I felt so relaxed as I once again looked at the TV playing the porn. I was so horny; yet I was soft, but very sensitive. "Thirsty?" "Kinda." Steve pulled two bottled waters out of a small back pack and handed me one. My mouth was so dry. I twisted the top and noticed it had been opened; but I was thirsty. In a second the bottle was empty, and I was so taken by the video I almost forgot Steve was there. Several scenes had gone by before I turned back to Steve. I felt like jello. My entire body was relaxed and aching to be touched. Steve was rubbing his bulge through his jeans. "You into guys or just curious?" "I want a man." "Personally, I prefer young guys like yourself. You have a really nice bod—case you didn't know. But I'd like to see you get more comfortable. Why not slip out of those clothes and put on your towel." I stood up very dizzy. I removed my shirt. I couldn't believe how sluggish I was. "Can you pull my jeans off, Steve?" "Sure." He reached down and undid my waist button, then gradually pulled down my zipper, his hands lingering on my privates. Turning his attention to my sockless ankles, he jerked at my trou; and that's when his towel fell off. Face to face with his not insignificant organ, I blushed. "Steve, you have a great body, man!" 'though it was not his body I was thinking about. Meanwhile Steve had begun beating his dick, which was larger than mine and considerably thicker. He guided my hand to his tool. It felt so warm and silky. I ran my fingers over the piss slit which was oozing precum, and massaged the crystal-clear goo all over his dickhead and shaft. He pushed my face into his crotch: it was musky and sweaty. I grew so excited my mouth automatically dropped open and devoured him. Salty, delicious, and moist—with lots of sweet precum! I was beyond happy. Now, being a young guy, I got horny a lot, but I had never felt like that before—so weird and so excited. My dick was super-sensitive; and every time I moved, it strained against my towel. Steve was smiling as I fumbled to get his now huge tool in my inexperienced mouth. His cock had grown so hard, and I could feel my ass tingling like I wanted it in me. Steve brought his face close to mine and kissed me. It was incredible! I was overcome by his manliness, his facial stubble, as his hands wandered all over my body, exploring every inch of me until he came upon my cock. He squeezed it hard and tickled my balls. "Stand up, Matt." Standing behind me, he pulled my underwear down. As the air in the room assailed my buttocks, I felt as if I were flying naked in a dream. He nibbled my ear, which melted my shoulders like butter. My body was desperate to be touched! As his hands rubbed my chest and crotch, it felt as if a thousand fingers were massaging me. "Lie down on your stomach on the bed." Steve's hands lighted on the small of my back, working their way down to my pussy. "I have condoms and KY in my pocket." "Just relax. We'll get to those." Steve's hands felt so good on my ass cheeks. I was in another world, so calm and comfortable. My asshole felt something warm and wet. Steve was licking my mancunt. As his tongue grew more aggressive, I spiraled into ecstasy. Pausing, Steve walked over to my pants and reached in my pocket. When he returned he mounted me from behind. He dripped the lube onto my pussy and his raw cock. I felt my ass stretch. He pushed in harder, then paused for a moment. "Your ass feels so good stretched around my cock. Feels like my dick is made for your hole. You okay?" "Yeah, I'm okay now. Don't stop!" "You want it real bad, don't you? You should, you know. That joint you smoked was laced with Crystal. Same with the water. You should be screaming for cock and my pozcum by now." He'd drugged me! It all made sense—why I was floating. He had taken advantage of me! But, nonetheless, his cock felt, oh, so good! I was torn! I couldn't bring myself to order him to stop. And, yes, his off-the-cuff allusion to being POZ went over my head. "Oh man, fuck me. Fuck me good, Steve, please! It feels so good." Steve's poz tool worked my chute. I could feel his large head as it tore into my innards. "Feel my cock plow your hole? It's getting ready—ready to reward you. Your ass will beg for more cock after this." Then the volume of his incantation increased as he continued "YEAH, MAN, HERE IT CUMS. I WANT YOU TO FEEL MY SICK JIZM INFILTRATE YOUR PUSSY. SO WHEN YOU'RE THE ONE DOING THE BREEDING, YOU'LL KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE." It was all so unreal! Steve pushed in all the way, burying his huge pole inside my pussy. I felt his cock spasm, as his toxic seed shot up my insides. I had never experienced such great pleasure before. Steve left his noxious shaft stowed in my ass for a couple of minutes as we both came down from the exchange. "You loved that, didn't you, Matt? You fuckin' total cumslut. Why don't we leave the door open and let all the guys fuck you? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" My mind was racing. What about AIDS? If Steve had already POZZED me, did it matter? My mind gave me a thousand reasons to resist, but my sex-starved body screamed go for it. I looked at Steve. "I want to—but I'm scared." "Don't be. This is what you were meant to do. I'm gonna open up that door and let 100 guys come in and fuck you! You will never forget the lust you feel tonight. I've already pumped a nice creamy Load of poz cum in you. Right now it's penetrating your ass walls, cavorting through your cells—to your heart and brain, converting you into a cumslut. Soon you're gonna think and feel like me. Honestly now, don't you already feel a tingling in your hole? That's 'cause your body is converting - being overtaken by poz cum." He continued with his soothing words "know why are you so hungry for poz cum? Because you are meant to be a fuck hole for all the beautiful cocks who are coming your way. With your looks, you're a natural! You will eventually become a breeder. My poz cum will to set you free! Live for the hour, cause you never know if you'll survive till tomorrow!" I didn't know what to think. I was so scared. So confused. This good-looking guy may have given me AIDS. I knew I should be horrified, but just then my ass twitched. I could feel the warmth of his toxic Jizm circulating in my hole. I looked at Steve. He was right. It was already too late. It didn't matter. "Open the door." "You sure?" "Let them all cum in and fuck me." I had never been so excited yet apprehensive in my life. My eyes followed Steve as he unlatched the door. Within seconds a big fat guy stepped in. Fat and ugly and old! He dropped his towel, and I stared at the log between his legs. "You want that big pole to tear you apart, don't you?" he asked as he climbed on top of me and had his cock pressed against my asshole. Steve said "This little bottom slut took his first poz load a few minutes ago. Go ahead, and give him some more cum." With that the fat guy plunged his shaft into my hole. It was just as thick as Steve's, but much longer. I could feel his dick assaulting my ass walls, swishing around in the pool of hot cum Steve had deposited. "Hey Dude, tell me the truth now! You poz or neg?" Steve asked. "Poz," grunted the fat guy. a"FUCK YEAH MAN! DON'T JUST FUCK HIM! RAPE HIS ASS! GIVE IT TO HIM!" Inspired, the fat guy hammered away at my hole, soon enough grunting as his thick cock convulsed and more poz cum assailed my gut. Steve cheered him on. All in all my ass became dumping ground for close to 60 Loads that night. Cum was running down my legs, down at my balls, soaking the sheets. When the last guy had shot, I looked at all the cum on the floor and bed that had oozed out of my pussy. Steve helped me up, saying "For now the drugs will hide the pain. But you've been torn up pretty bad. You won't be able to go to work tomorrow." "I don't go to work. I'm still in school. I have a test tomorrow. Mom will let me stay home, though." "Even better then." We went our separate ways, and I made it back home. I got to my room and crawled into bed, still amazed at what I'd done, still feeling cum leak out of my battered hole onto the sheets. I hoped my Mom didn't comment on the condition of the bedding. Steve was right on two counts: first, about being sore, (I missed the next two days of school), and second, about needing more cock. Within a week I was back at the baths, this time neither looking down at the floor nor locking doors. I headed for the maze. There I was welcomed in the sling where another 20 guys used my ass to pleasure themselves and dump their shit. After all, I was among the youngest in the place, so I was popular. Some four months later I saw Steve again. He smiled down at me while I was getting fucked, and nudged a hot young kid next to him. I recognized him as a classmate from from the school baseball team. I think he played third base. Whatever position, he looked scared and really nervous. Steve put his hand on his shoulder and lead him away. I floated away and began to dream as another load shot into my hole. I remember thinking my classmate didn't know what he was in for or what he'd eventually become. I knew he'd be ready within the hour. I'd walk into that room, and Steve would be there, urging me on, as I plied his cherry with my poz seed.

Today after working at a trade fair and getting zero trade, I got contacted by three guys, all who I have played with before, they came round one by one, thank god I am finally home! 1. Local black care worker with a tick 7" BCC, fucked me by pulling his cock out of his hospital uniform, eating my hole, pushing in and breeding me 2. Spanish guy, oral only, visiting London From Madrid, I gave him a full service deep throat blowjob, until he blew his load in my mouth, I then spat the load into a cup and syringed it into my ass 3. London based Spanish top with thick 8" fucked me using the last two loads of lube, sort a quick load, then fucked me really slowly and blew a second huge load into my ass.

Got 2 loads last night from my regular DL black fucker. Literally have never seen his face, makes me wait ass up door unlocked, only seen his silhouette of his muscled body and felt his big uncut cock in my ass. Tells me he fucks my pussy just like he fucks his girlfriend's. He's planning on bringing another DL nigga buddy of his to use my pussy next time. OINK

I'm still not sure how this happened? I'm an older guy. I'm a definite whore. But I have a belly and I'm far from my prime. Still, occasionally something like this happens and I'm wondering how in the world it could happen to me at my time of life? A few days ago, I was in London. I was on the Underground train. Coming back to my hotel from the West End of London around the evening commute time. The trains were quite full. I got on and took the only vacant seat in that car. It was directly across from a very, very tall, slender black man in his mid 40's. He was reading the evening newspaper. I could only see part of his face over the newspaper that he held. But what I noticed first were his unbelievably long fingers. His fingers were at least twice the length of mine. For some reason, those long, long, long, slender fingers were really a turn on to me. Then I took a look down at his shoes. Holy Shit! Monster sized feet. His newspaper was covering his crotch, so I couldn't see any signs of a bulge, but his huge feet and hands had me lusting after him. He glanced up from his newspaper to see me checking him out. He gave me a smile as he caught me. Then he lowered one of his hands from the newspaper and rubbed his crotch a bit. I could make out a sizable bulge in his black, business suit slacks. I'm sure I was blushing a bit at being caught by him. But he didn't seem to mind. We got to the Victoria Station Underground and a huge number of people got off the train. I then moved over to take the seat next to him, that had been vacated. As I sat next to him, he gave me another warm smile. "How's it going", he asked? "Good, thanks", I replied. "American. Your accent gives you away", he laughed. "Yes. And I'd like to apologize for our asshole President", I joked. He laughed loudly and gave me a broad smile. "I saw you looking at my paper. Want to look at part of my paper? Or do you want to look at anything else?", he said with a wink and again quickly rubbed his crotch, just a bit. "I'll take a look at anything you want to show me", I said with a smile. "Where are you headed?" he asked. "Back to my hotel at the next stop", I replied. "Hmmm........ Want some company for a bit?" he asked. "I'd love it", I replied. We soon pulled up to the station that I needed to get off. He followed me out the train car and up the steps to the station. Once we were outside and on the sidewalk, strolling to the hotel, we began to chat some small talk. Where I'm from? What brings me to London? Why I come there so much? Etc. My hotel was just around the corner from the Underground Station, so we were quickly riding up the lift to my floor. Once inside the door he grabbed me and pushed me to my knees. Taking the back of my head, he pulled me to his crotch. "This what you want, Queer boy?" "Mmmmm Hmmmm....." was all I could mutter with his crotch pressed hard against my face. He walked around me to the bed. He sat down and kicked off his shoes. Then stood and dropped his pants. Tossing them into the corner. He wasted no time in taking off his shirt and underwear. He was soon standing there, naked, except for his black socks, stroking his now growing cock. OMG! My inclination was right. His cock, now only just partially hard was HUGE! Like his fingers, his cock was long and slender. Right now, it appeared to be about 9"s. And it was still growing. I quickly stripped off my own clothes and grabbed the lube and poppers that I had sitting on the desk. I dropped to my knees. I'm not particularly a "foot guy", but I found his extra long fingers to be a turn on, I wanted to see his toes and bare feet as well. I pulled both his socks off. Indeed, his toes were long. His huge feet and toes were such a turn on I took one foot to my mouth and licked this toes and the underside of his foot. He loved me behaving like a sub, worshiping my black God. I licked and sucked every one of his toes. "Faggot likes to worship black guys? Huh?" "Yes, sir", I said as I licked the balls of his giant foot. He had been stroking his cock. It had grown even longer and thicker as I looked up to his cock. "Suck me, Faggot. I know you want my black dick". I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck, lick and worship this black beauty. He had a long, loose foreskin covering his cock head. I sucked on his foreskin. He loved that. I took as much as I could down my throat. I sucked on his smooth, low hanging balls. Then he lifted his legs and showed me his beautiful, puckered black asshole. I dove for it and lapped my tongue on it as he moaned. I slid my tongue into his musky hole. Licking the insides of it. He's now really moaning and grinding his ass on my face. "Show me your ass, Faggot". I climbed up on the bed and knelt on the edge. I raised my ass and spread my cheeks to show him my white pussy hole. He spit on my ass and slapped his now rock hard cock on my hole. He spit a few more times on my hole and pushed the spit up into my hole with one of his long fingers. Then he put his big cock to my hole and spit on his cock a few times. I was sniffing poppers, like crazy. I wanted to be able to take his long, slender cock up inside me in one quick thrust. And that's exactly what he did. He pressed his cock to my hole and slammed into me in one, fast and smooth thrust. All of a sudden he was balls deep into me. I could feel his cock, buried deep inside me, pressing against my gut. I continued to sniff poppers as he now began to quickly slam into me. He was showing no mercy as his cock repeatedly assaulted my ass. He'd pull his cockhead all the way out of me, then slam all the way back into me. His tall, black frame slamming against my ass. The bed was slamming against the wall. I was grunting and begging him to fuck me. He was mostly silent, except for the occasional grunt or gasping for air as he repeatedly slammed into me. It didn't take more than 5 or 6 minutes before I felt him slam all the way into me and hold it there. He was silent, but I could feel his cock pulsating as he emptied his balls in my ass. Then as he quickly pulled from me, he let out a grunt. I turned and climbed off the bed, falling to my knees as I took his monster cock in my mouth and cleaned his cock of cum. "I've got to go. Wife and kids are waiting for me at home", he said, as he quickly began to dress. I grabbed the notepad and pen, next to the phone, and wrote my first name, email address, kik address and WhatsApp number on the paper and handed it to him. I wanted to make sure he had all the options to be able to reach me. "I come to London often. You can fuck me anytime I'm here", I said. "I fuck guys occasionally. Not very often. But, I was horny and needed to get off. That was a hot fuck. Yeah, I'd fuck you again", he said as he headed for my door. Then he quickly left my room. Letting the door slam shut behind him. A few hours later, he sent me a text on WhatsApp. "Here's my number. Let me know when you're back in town. I'm extremely DL. So, I'm trusting you to be discrete. But, I'd be up for fucking again". So glad to have his number, so I can let him know when I'm back in town. I'll never turn down the opportunity for a bbc like his.

excellent story start!!!

2018,its time to convert.I‘m ready

Hot dude... good start

FUCKIN HOT!

NLBear, thanks a lot for the info, really informative. I love taking loads both ends especially from uncut guys, something extra to play with! Love your occasional posts as well. Thanks!

I cruise the streets a lot and meet a lot of homeless, street guys, tourists and more.... they cruise me all the time. I can look like regular dude on the streets to total homeless scumbag. I like getting used by dudes and pleasing a hot guy (homeless, or whatever).

Every young boy should have a grandpa like THIS ONE...

Nothing like a thick daddy dick!

MSlave97 and einathens, thank you both for your replies. I became sexually active at 16. My first fuck was BB. That was not a conscious decision at the time, more just being caught up in the act. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Since then I have had BB sex with both strangers and people I have know and thoroughly enjoyed it. I have also probably had just as much safer sex during that time also and it never feels as intimate or sexual with a condom. My last HIV test was negative. I would start PrEP if I could get hold of it at a reasonable financial cost. Do any guys here get their PrEP on a private prescription from an NHS clinic? Who buy's it over the internet?

Is it just me, or do you notice a lot of porn with the word "raw" or "bareback" ends up with the Top(s) pulling out for a moneyshot?! WTF?!

OMFG that is so fuckin' hawt! Reminds of the time I went to CumUnion. It was just a sea of endless dicks, each one ready to dump gallons of cum in any hole. At one point I took six lovely cocks in a row. One Top was railing me from behind as another came by and stuck his cummy, fat dick in my mouth, spit roasting me. I could taste the different flavors of man seed on his dick as he pushed it down my throat until his trimmed pubes tickled my nose. Then I felt the dude behind me blast a hot, thick load in me. He gave my ass one last spank and dismounted. The guy in my mouth then yelled at another top walikng by to come and fuck me. He happily obliged and slammed his dick in me with one fluid motion until he bottomed out deep in me. By now, I probably had at least 4-6 loads in me so I already was gaping open and well lubed with man seed. The Top that was skull fucking me spat the most vile, hateful, degrading shit at me and I was loving it. "Yeah faggit boy, take his dick. Back up on it. I don't give a fuck if it hurts! Take his dick boy! We're here to breed faggits like you....look at you, so full of dick and cum like a truck stop hooker. Gag on my dick, I SAID GAG ON IT! Gag on it and make your boy pussy pop so my bro fucking you can feel how good your faggit boy cunt really is. You a cum dumpster, you know that, faggit boy? Your mama would be so proud to see her lil faggit boy taking so much dick. You fuckin' slut! We gonna breed you all night until your lil' faggit pussy is torn apart and knocked up. Yeah, dats right, you aint a real man! You're worst than a real female. Look at you, on all fours getting fuck by multiple dicks. I been watching you, the way you love taking dicks like a real hoe." Each time the top behind me dumped his load, he'd yell at another one to take his place. This went on about four times, my boy pussy never vacant for more than a few seconds. Then it was "Verbal Top's" turn. He stood me up, had me lean against a wall, and took me hard from behind. Even though I've been getting well used for hours by now, he was especially thick and stretched my pussy walls nice and good. My legs were getting weak and my knees buckled, so he held me up by putting me in a full Nelson and continued to fuck me while keeping up the endless tirade of verbal assaults. He plowed into me so good that he set of a hands-free orgasm in me. My legs gave way as cum leaked and spurted out of my dick, so he hoisted me even higher until he was practically holding me up by my arms and his pelvis, allowing him to use gravity to get even deeper in me. Within a minute, he let out a string of profanities as he flooded my guts with scalding hot cum. He held me on him for bit more, ensuring that he entire contents of his huge balls was deposited in me. I was done....totally used up. I couldn't fuck anymore. I felt semi-paralyzed...and sexually content.

Agreed if it has loud music I immediately turn it off. I want to hear the natural moans of the participants. I also want to the faces and see the pleasure or pain. That makes it real for me.

Part 26 - The Followup As Aaron was driving up to meet Nick on Sunday, he called him and said “I heard you used to hit the glory holes at the bookstore. How about we do it there?” Nick chuckled and said “Sure. you want to pick me up or just meet there?” “How about we meet there in a half hour. I want to suck some anon cock first” Aaron replied. “OK, I’ll see ya there” Nick said with laugh. Aaron pulled into the parking lot and walked in. He never had been here before, but quickly figured the place out. He got bought a bottle of poppers and got some tokens from the clerk and headed into the back area. There was an open area across from the four booths. A couple guys were standing back, watching who entered the booths. One guy was in his sixties, thin, bald and was stroking an average sized cock. The other guy was in his forties with a bushy beard and shaved head, a sizable gut on his large frame. Aaron saw there was a restroom behind the booths but not much else. He headed into the last booth and put in a few tokens. He selected a bareback gay porn video and took his shirt and pants off and began to stroking his cock. It was only a few minutes before someone entered the booth next to him. He looked through the glory hole and saw the bigger guy from before. He motioned for the guy to feed him his cock and the guy obliged. Aaron licked the mostly hard six inch cut cock and started to suck it down. It was definitely not fresh and Aaron tasted cum, sweat and piss at the very least. The guy was trying to fuck his mouth, but his oversized belly wouldn’t allow him to thrust all the way to the partition so he just pushed as far as he could and held it there as Aaron bobbed and sucked. It didn’t take long for Aaron to get rewarded with a mouthful of bitter cum. When the last shot went into his mouth, the guy pulled out and zipped up and was gone. Aaron leaned back and started stroking his cock again, waiting for the next guy to stick his cock through. He figured it would probably be the older guy that he saw across from the booths. It took longer than expected but finally someone came in. He looked through the glory hole and saw a guy in his mid thirties. He took his t-shirt off and unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to his ankles. He quickly checked him out, liking his jock build with a few extra pounds and some light hair on his chest that seemed to be trimmed and a small green tattoo on his arm. He put a few tokens in and heard straight porn come on the screen. Aaron motioned with his fingers and the new guy pulled his cock out of his underwear and stroked it before pushing it through the hole. Aaron licked the tip and flicked his tongue under the head of the guys cock before sucking it down. He heard a moan and the guy pushed his body flat against the wall. This cock was a lot cleaner and longer than the last and Aaron gave it better attention, not just trying to get the guy off. It didn’t matter because after several minutes of sucking the guy pulled his cock out of the hole and put his ass up. He wasn’t sure if the guy wanted him to rim him or fuck him, so he started to eat the guys nicely muscled ass. After only a minute of him tongue fucking him, the guy pulled off and said “I want your cock.” Aaron wasn’t going to give up this opportunity and stood up and pushed his cock against the spit covered hole and thrust inside. Aaron heard the guy scream out as his cock invaded tight hole. It was a quick fuck, as Aaron wanted to nut inside the guy before Nick showed up and wanted time to build up another load to breed Nick with. He pounded the guy mercilessly and then slammed in and dumped his charged seed into the anonymous cumdump on the other side of the wall. When his cock stopped spewing cum, the guy pulled off and cleaned his cock off and said “thanks, bud” before leaving the booth. Aaron scooped the cum off his cock and licked his fingers knowing that a lot more was inside they guy he just bred. He sat back again and stroked his cock, smiling. His first anon poz breeding was done. Aaron’s phone buzzed and he looked at the message “where r u” from Nick. “in booths. rt one” he replied. Someone entered the booth next to Aaron and he looked through. It was Nick. He stuck his cock through the hole and felt Nick go to work, sucking his cock. He hoped he liked the protein coating and once he had licked his cock clean, Aaron started to fuck Nick’s face on the other side of the partition. He pulled out and motioned through the hole to turn around. Nick backed his ass up to the glory hole and Aaron pounced. The spit on his cock was the only lube Nick got, Aaron’s cock ripping into his hole. Aaron heard Nick yell out and just kept plowing into his hole. He fucked hard and fast until he drove his cock deep and felt it throb as more toxic seed filled Nick’s probably pozzed hole. Monday morning, Joe, Kyle and Steven drove over to the clinic for their followup appointments. They checked in and waited for Aaron and Dennis to show up and their names to be called. Once again, Dennis and Aaron arrived together, this time Aaron was much more relaxed and even laughing with Dennis when they walked in. Joe grinned and said “It looks like you guys been have been having a good time. Are you going to share the juicy details?” Aaron burst out laughing “I really shouldn’t kiss and tell…” he started and then said “but that was too good not to.” “I’ve been fucking Nick all weekend long. I started Friday after work and kept breeding him until I went to work Saturday night. I needed a break to give him and my balls a rest, but drove back Sunday and we kept going at it. I called Dennis to take over this morning when I was empty. That fucker Nick is insatiable.” The guys laughed and patted Aaron on the back. The nurse came out and called Dennis in to the exam room to meet with the doctor. He got his vitals taken and sat in the chair waiting, wondering how he was going to tell the doctor he had no intention of starting treatment any time soon. After nearly ten minutes of staring at the walls, a new doctor came in with a folder. “Hello Dennis. I’m Dr. Simms and I’m the infectious disease specialist here. I’ll be taking over your case and treating you from now on. We have the results from the lab and it appears that you are extremely infectious. Your viral load is very high. It’s possible that its an aberration due to when the test was taken. Your CD4 counts look good, though. We’ll be taking another blood test to see if your viral load is at a more reasonable level. “ the doctor told Dennis. Dennis nodded and waited for him to continue. “I understand that you have not been refraining from sex and I need to remind you that you are very infectious at this time. We don’t want an epidemic on our hands. We already have had more people test positive for HIV this month than the rest of the year. I also understand that some people in your situation want to help others who are in need, and I commend that. We will delay any significant treatment until you are ready or your body shows signs of serious deterioration. We want you to continue a full happy life that is sexually active and rewarding.” Dennis looked perplexed. Did the doctor just tell him he knew he was pozzing neg guys and encouraged it? “Uh, I’m confused” he said. “Yes, I get that all the time. Our special case patients don’t expect us to encourage their, how should I say this… risky behavior. It’s simple - it keeps me in business and I know the satisfaction of successfully helping someone reach their goal.” Dennis couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he liked it. “Oh, ok. This wasn’t the way I expected this conversation to go, but I’m good with it. I suppose that I should keep this confidential” Dennis replied. “Yes. We should keep all our conversations just between you and I. Now, can I ask… How many people have you helped since you were informed you were positive?” Dr. Simms asked. Dennis answered “Uh, two.” “Ah, good. Now was this by yourself or were other people assisting you?” the doctor asked. Dennis squirmed in his chair, unsure how much information like this he wanted to share and finally said “I was with other people with both of them.” The doctor smiled and said “Mmmm, very good. It helps increase the chances that you are successful at helping them that way. Now, I want you to come in for blood tests every two weeks for the first two months and then monthly after that for the first year. There will be no reason for an exam at each test. We will call you if we need to talk to you about your uh, non-treatment plan. If at any time you want to change to the full treatment, we can. It’s up to you. It would be helpful if you notified the lab tech, Tyler at your blood tests of the number of people you have assisted.” Dennis still was incredulous that the doctor was telling him that pozzing guys was good. “OK, that sounds easy enough. Can I just come in for the blood tests or do I need to make an appointment?” Dennis asked. “Just come in when you have free time and it is within a day or two of your scheduled test. Please, only see Tyler. If there is someone else in the lab, then come back another day” Dr. Simms told him. “OK, I understand.” “You can go down and get your new blood test and Tyler will show you where to wait until I am done discussing everything with your group. Remember, this is just between you and me” he said, winking at Dennis. Dennis got up and went to the lab area where Tyler was waiting for him with a big smile. “So, the doctor explained everything to you and you are ok?” he asked Dennis. “Yeah, I’m good but surprised” Dennis replied. Tyler motioned for Dennis to take a seat in the vampire’s lair and prepared to draw more blood from him. “You are part of a select group of people we do this with. I saw a lot of potential in you and your friends at the event the other night and thought that you would be good to add to our group. But, we need to keep this very quiet. You’ll get more information later.” Tyler finished taking Dennis’s blood, labeled the vials and put a bandage over the needle mark. “Follow me” Tyler said and Dennis got up and stayed a few paces behind him down a hallway and into a room with no windows. The chairs were more comfortable here and there was a station with coffee, water, fruit and pastries. “Help yourself. We treat our special patients well” Tyler said with a laugh and closed the door, leaving Dennis alone. Dennis poured himself a coffee and took a donut and sat down in a chair. The TV was playing a rather bizarre animation of what looked like sperm swimming down a tunnel and then they faded into the walls of the tunnel. Then there was a biohazard symbol covering most of the screen and then it faded to black and started over. As he was eating the last bite of his donut, Joe entered the room, escorted by Tyler. Joe was wide-eyed and was shaking his head. “You wouldn’t believe what I just heard from the doctor” Joe said. “Oh, right now I think I would believe anything” Dennis responded and added “He wants you to keep poz breeding, right?” Joe nodded and said “Yeah. How fucked up is that?” “We appear to have been chosen to be part of a group that helps chasers. Oh, and watch this weird animation on the screen” Dennis said. Joe watched it and just kept shaking his head. About that time, Steven was the next one put in the room. Once the door closed Steven said “You guys aren’t going to believe my conversation with the doctor…” Steven was interrupted by Dennis who said “Yeah, it was probably as weird as ours.” Kyle was the next one to arrive in the room and said the same thing after the door closed and the other guys just nodded. Aaron was the last to go into the exam room. The nurse took his temperature, weight, and blood pressure and then had him sit on the chair. “Please don’t pass out again” she said with a wink and Aaron blushed. “I don’t think that will be a problem this time” he told her as the door closed. He remembered only small parts of what the doctor told him the last time he was in this room. He looked around and read the posters on the wall. He wondered if the doctor would ask if he had sex with anyone since the last visit. Should he lie or tell the truth? He didn’t know what the other guys had told the doctor. Maybe they told him about the party with Nick. No, they wouldn’t do that. His mind was racing when the doctor knocked and came in. “Hello Aaron. I’m Dr. Simms and I’m the infectious disease specialist here. I’ll be taking over your case and treating you from now on. We have the results from the lab and it appears that you are pretty infectious. Your viral load is quite high. Your CD4 counts look good, however. We’ll be taking another blood test to see how your viral load is progressing“ the doctor told Aaron and he nodded. Most of this information would have been gibberish to him, but he had been reading up on HIV after he got the diagnosis. “I am concerned about the note in your file about your reaction to the news that you had tested positive for HIV, gonorrhea, and syphilis. I also see that you didn’t visit with any of our counselors here since then. I need to know that you are mentally prepared for the treatment plan that I am going to propose” the doctor told Aaron. “I knew it was a possibility and I had talked to some friends about it before my appointment, but it still was a shock. I have been talking to my friends every day since then and they have shown me that things are going to be ok, maybe even better than before. They really have helped me through it and I didn’t think I needed to talk to someone here too” Aaron replied. The doctor paused a moment and thought which direction to go - normal treatment or the special treatment. Once he decided, he said “OK, that makes some sense, since I understand that you have not been refraining from sex.” Aaron turned pale as the doctor seemed to know about at least some of his exploits. The doctor continued “You seem to be much more comfortable of your new status than I expected from reading the file. But, I need to remind you that you are very infectious at this time. We already have had more people test positive for HIV this month than the rest of the year.” “Yes, sir” Aaron said solemnly. “Aaron I also understand that some people in your situation want to help others who are in need, and I want to applaud you for that. We are going delay any significant treatment until you are ready or your body shows signs of serious deterioration. We want you to continue a full happy life that is sexually active and rewarding.” Aaron was about to nod and say “OK” but he replayed the last few sentences from the doctor in his mind. “You want me to delay treatment? And how can I help people?” Aaron asked. Dr. Simms smiled and said “I heard that you and your friends have already helped one lucky person get what he desires. Nick, was it? I understand you were the first to share your gift with him and were not selfish. We need more people like you, Aaron. So, I do not want to start you on any medication at this time. Sometime in the future, based on how your body handles the virus, we will think about it to prolong your life but you need to take advantage while you can.” Aaron this time nodded and said “OK.” He thought to himself “How did the doctor know about Nick. Did he know what he did with Nick all weekend long? Did the guys tell the doctor? Was he going to walk out and get arrested for giving Nick HIV?” He decided to say as little as possible. Just as with Dennis and everyone else, the doctor detailed a blood test regimen and told him about reporting the people he helped to Tyler. Aaron told the doctor “Thank you” and went down to get his next blood test from Tyler. Tyler drew his blood and repeated the same information he told Dennis, Joe, Steven and Kyle to Aaron. When he was done, Tyler took him down to the special waiting room and Tyler closed the door, this time with him inside. “I want to remind you guys that we need to keep this a secret. Soon, you will get more information about how you should continue to spread your gift and how we will help you. I can’t really give you any more than that right now, but soon your questions will be answered. You can now leave through the regular waiting room.” Dennis had to hurry to get to work since he had swapped shifts in order to go to the “secret meeting” they had been invited to later that night. Aaron wanted to head back to Nick’s place and spend more time filling him with cum. Joe, Kyle and Steven headed back to their apartment and then off to their classes. Joe got back from class and sat down on the couch and looked at his phone. Five hours until the mystery meeting. He looked through his email and responded to a couple possible clients. One looked very interesting, a straight but curious businessman visiting and wanting to get tied up and used. He replied asking for more details on what his ideal scene would be - safe/bb, just restrained or more of a BDSM scene, toys, cbt, fisting, and how long of a session he wanted. He was back studying when Kyle and Steven came home and they ate a light dinner, unsure of what the rest of the night would bring. They each cleaned themselves out and dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. Kyle decided to go commando, Joe had his usual jockstrap on that hadn’t been washed in weeks and Steven had a pair of boxer briefs on under his torn jeans. All three of their phones buzzed at the same time and Kyle was the first to read the message. It said “235 Industrial Drive. Door open 10:00-10:15 PM only.” They looked up the address on their phones and saw that it was in a warehouse park just outside of town. Joe said “that should take about fifteen minutes to get there. I’ll ask Dennis if he wants to ride with us. That will add five minutes or so.” Kyle and Steven nodded. Dennis told Corey that he was going out late that night. Corey kept pressing for details, since it wasn’t a time Dennis normally hooked up or went to work. Dennis made up a story about meeting Steven to tag team a new friend of his, which had bits of truth to it. When he got the message from Joe he replied “no, meet u there” to keep the story he told Corey going.

Stopped by the ABS. Slow, as always. Not long after I got there, tho, I got cruised by a hot guy. So I'm in the dark hall watching a guy get sucked when the guy that cruised me hard came back there. He starts playing with himself then reaches and starts caressing my ass. I pull my pants down he starts to finger me. So I pull up my pants to go somewhere more private. But he ends up staying there to let the guy that was sucking blow him. So, no prob, I go into the only private booth and wait with the door open. A few minutes later here come cruise guy. I start up the video, strip and start sucking him. Pretty, thick, slightly curved uncut meat. After about a minute, he stands me up and turns me around. Starts to shove his cock up my wet cunt. "Open up, I'm about to cum", so I opened and pressed back while he fucked forward and unleashed. Pumped me full, pulled out and made me clean him off. Zipped up and left me there door wide open, butt naked, hole dripping...

With the push of one small, green lighted button, I engaged the mechanical activities required to reduce my lover's remains to heat and ash. Our brief marriage ended Monday afternoon as his highly compromised immune system surrendered in it's last battle against a virus. I can only trust that you are able to imagine the emotions raging in my own body and mind as I watch him transition from a physical presence to a spiritual force. He left us as he wanted, a proud gay man unafraid of AIDS and the ultimate toll that infection meant. The sudden end to our short union has hit me like nothing else. The reality of the virus that consumed his body and that is wildly replicating in my own alternates between serious oppression and amazing joy. Later today, a small group of our friends will celebrate his life, his spirit and his authenticity. Tomorrow and the days after, I will try to figure out how to live the days of my life in a way that honor all that he stood for. Fiercely queer, proudly POZ and full of humanity, he blazed a path that is quite clear, but difficult to emulate. I committed to him in life and I will be committed to following his path in his physical absence. To all of the other good men who have welcomed HIV into their system, I speak to you. This is not written fully for sadness, though I am sad. It is not written to incite fear, though I have my own fears. It is not written simply to memorialize a magnificent man, though I want others to know him as I did. Rather, I write this, on this site, at this time as a full unfolding of the story that we are all living. Our homosexuality, our relationship with the virus, our own mortality can be summed up in the passing of this man. If you have embraced the virus then embrace your life. Rejoice in how you share your days with this beautiful, intense yet deadly organism. And, as it surely will, when your end of days arrives accept the conclusion you were ordained when the virus first entered your body, mind and soul.

Some guys can get fucked without lube, but most can't in my experience. I really enjoy a bottom who opens up with extensive rimming and spit. Some really can relax and the spit just helps it along. However if it hurts for either top or bottom, then a bit of lube is necessary. Sometimes a lot of lube is fun. Experiment, vary how you fuck, and keep barebacking.

I've been fucked by quite a few homeless guys. Denver has a huge population of them and a lot a hot young ones, early 20s drifters. Give them a pack of cigs or some weed. Most of them are "straight" but wanna nut in something lol.

Luke was in heat, his rock hard dick barely contained by his jock strap, his balls were tingling and full of cum needing release, and his ass felt empty after getting double fucked by Billy and the tall black stranger. He was turned on by the thought of their two loads in him, and he had an animalistic need to have a dick in him again so that he, too, could get off. Circled around him were eight onlookers, all eager to mate with Luke. They’d all been jerking off watching the double fuck and were desperate for their own turns on Luke’s bubble butt. Luke scanned the crowd of horny men. He saw a variety of body types: some skinny, some sporting beer guts, some bearded and hairy, some clean-shaven. The average age was probably 45, solidly 20 years Luke’s senior. While normally he’d probably not give any the time of day, his discernment was checked at the door. Turning to one of the porcelain sinks hanging from the cinderblock wall, Luke spread his legs wide, bent over, grabbed hold, and waited for the dick he needed. A line formed quickly. Luke’s mind was fixated on cum: the cum that Billy and the stranger just shot inside him, the cum potential from the men behind him, the cum he needed to shoot from his own cock. His dick was pulsing. The first man stepped up behind Luke. Luke felt a slap on his ass and then felt the head of a cock slide up and down his crack. What seemed to be a really thick dick began pressing into his hole and then entered him. With one big push, the man’s cock was all the way inside Luke. Luke felt another slap to his ass. “Oooh yeah,” the entrant said, as he began pulling out and pushing back in at a building pace. “You like that?” he said with another slap to Luke’s ass. “Yeah” Luke said as he clenched his abused ass around the tool as best he could. The man began thrusting quickly in and out, and within a minute let out a guttural moan, “uuuuhhhhhhnnnnnnnhhhh,” indicating another load had been planted in Luke’s ass. It was an exercise in restraint for Luke not to touch his own dick and blow a load right there. The next man in line approached the bent-over Luke. Luke felt the man jerking his dick until it was lined up right outside Luke’s pucker. With one fluid motion, Luke felt a long, thin dick skewer him. This man fucked Luke with a methodically slow pace, Billy leaned over and whispered in Luke’s ear, “I see a few lesions on the guy fucking you now. That's fucking hot, jock boy.“ Luke started to turn to look over his shoulder with a bit of panic in his mind, but then heard the man inside him moan “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming in you, pussyboi.” Without much fanfare, Luke had taken another toxic load. Luke started to rise as Billy’s words had unsettled him, but felt a pair of hands push his head down toward the sink as a new dick pressed against his hole and then began its descent down Luke’s fuck chute. This dick felt average in size, though quickly Luke realized size was only part of the story about this fuck. The man behind him commenced a violent, rapid mating of Luke. His thighs slammed against Luke’s legs with each forward motion, and his balls smacked against Luke’s balls. Over and over, the man’s dick punched at Luke’s guts, which leaked a frothy mixture of ass juices and cum. The hungry group grunted and howled in pleasure in witnessing the forceful fucking Luke was experiencing, and the excitement reached its own climax when the man screamed “Oh FUCK yeah! Take my hot cum, you bitch!” As the cum shot into his ass, a glob of cum escaped Luke’s prick. He had orgasmed a little bit without ever touching himself. Luke stood to compose himself. His throbbing dick was no longer contained by his jock strap but poking out one of the sides. Precum dripped from its tip. A red headed, bearded older man approached Luke, kissed him, and then said bluntly, “Suck my dick, boy” and pushed Luke’s head down toward his member. As Luke bent over, a man from behind grabbed Luke’s hips and pulled him back, so Luke had a cock in his mouth and another in his ass. Face first in the red pubic hair of the bearded man, he assessed the tool before him. It was uncut and veiny, about seven inches long. It smelled of man musk and ass -- he'd clearly been playing in that restroom for a while that night. The man guided his used dick into Luke’s mouth and proceeded to skull fuck the jock. From behind, the man began his assault on Luke’s ass. The man was dripping sweat onto Luke's bare back and immediately slammed his dick fully into Luke. This man kept his dick deep inside Luke and gyrated, left and right, front and back, without withdrawing from Luke's hole. He was very vocal with his guttural grunts. Bobbing on the dick in his mouth, Luke heard a moan from his left side as warm spurts of cum shot onto his face, an unknown man grunting “Oh fuck yeah, I’m cummin'," only to have another man make a similar grunt on Luke's right as again semen sprayed in his face. Billy also blew a load onto Luke, as did a few other horny, stroking onlookers. At almost the same moment, Luke tasted a salty, bitter explosion in his mouth. The bearded man had obviously blown his load, and in a measure of self-satisfaction, the man ordered “Oh yeah, boy. Swallow daddy’s dirty sperm.” Luke complied as the man continued "Good, boy. I'm gonna make you my urinal in a bit. I hope you like daddy piss." Luke stood and smiled, the taste of cum lingering in his mouth. With a dick maneuvering slowly deep inside him from behind, Luke grabbed hold of his rock hard cock and began jerking himself as the man enjoying his ass quietly said into Luke’s ear “Your ass feels so good with all of these toxic loads in it. You’re nothing but a filthy cumdump now and I fucking love shooting my toxic load into a whore like you. Are you ready to take another toxic load?" Luke grabbed his dick tighter and jerked harder. “Yeah, give it to me! Knock me up!” The man began pulsing in and out of Luke’s stretched hole. “You want my herpes? You want the clap? You want my bug?” "Yeah, fuck me. Fuck your load in me. Give me everything you've got,” Luke managed to answer as his ass clenched, his dick swelled to impressive proportions and his geyser of cum began spurting onto the tile floor below. “All right boy, I'm gonna shoot -- take my dirty load,” the top announced as he, like so many other men that evening, shot his toxic seed into Luke’s ass. Luke screamed in pleasure as he received yet more jism, his own dick spasming and spurting the remainder of his built up load onto the public restroom floor.

Part 7 Spent, Luke looked up at the ceiling and contemplated how much he had changed in the span of 72 hours. He turned to the camera that Steve held and whimpered with a grin “I’m YOUR whore now.” Weeks and months passed. Symptoms – some annoying, some painful, some just gross – came and went as Steve and Billy’s toxicity -- among others after that weekend -- took hold of Luke’s body. Two constants remained resolute: Luke’s ever-present lust for and obedience to Steve, and the fact that he’d been forever marked by Steve - physically and emotionally. ********************************************************************* The camera panned up Luke’s body: his tan feet, protruding calves, bulging quads, and large flaccid dick, where the shot lingered for a bit for admiration. The camera then made it to Luke’s relatively new scorpion tattoo above his pubic line, then to his taught abdominal muscles, his pecs, and finally his face. “This is Luke,” the cameraman could be heard saying. Luke smiled and responded with a casual, yet friendly “Hey.” He was now used to being objectified for the benefit of Steve. The camera then panned to the guy standing next to Luke. He was around 20 years old with freckles and shaved red hair. “What’s your name?” the cameraman asked. “I’m Josh.” The video frame then started its way down Josh’s pale body. He was less muscular and skinnier than Luke, but was in good, athletic shape. The happy trail of red hair above his waistline lead to a large uncut semi-hard dick, and then the camera then continued to his bare feet. “Okay, fellas, what are we here for today?” “Well,” Luke responded, “I’m gonna fuck Josh!” giving the camera a wide smile. “Josh, how do you feel about this?” “It’s hot. I’ve wanted this for a long time.” Steve interjected “Cut, cut, cut. This is coming off like pretty boy porn. It’s not a fucking love story here. We need to rethink how we set this shit up, otherwise it’s not gonna sell. I mean, we’re about to film an actual pozzing! Josh -- you’re about to get fucked by my unmedicated whore, and you aren’t on anything that’ll save your ass from getting the bug. He’s gonna give you every god damn disease you’ve ever heard of and we’re gonna advertise this to the world. You’re gonna be huge porn stars for this, and I’m gonna make a ton of money off of you sluts. I need to hear and see fear and desire here. All right, go on. Action.” “I’m gonna fuck him raw.” Luke said into the camera, then he turned to Josh. “I’m gonna knock him up with my HIV baby. I’m gonna convert this little faggot like I was converted and then we’re gonna seed other faggots out there together.” Steve was pleased with the results of his directorial aside as he knew, having shared the fuck photos and video of Billy and Luke with his friends, that this could be a lucrative way to exploit his lover. Finding Josh – a cute, willing, neg, exhibitionist chaser – was a hard feat, but the internet finally produced gold with this ginger. Josh broke character and said frankly “I can’t stop shaking I’m so nervous. I want this – I really want this – but it’s just.. I’m just.. it’s overwhelming.” “Relax.” Luke said, putting his arm around Josh’s waist. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” “I want to do this. It’s just so real now – it was one thing before today chatting online or camming, but now, I mean, it’s not fantasy anymore. This is taking the fucking plunge.” Josh said, and the camera continued to film. Steve might not have wanted love or emotion, but such were unavoidable. “You’re hard, Josh.” Steve said off camera. “Luke isn’t yet. Maybe if you suck his dick you’ll get over these jitters.” “OK” Josh said with some stress in his voice. Josh kissed Luke before sinking to his knees, but just before Josh took Luke's cock into his mouth, Luke and Steve locked eyes, sharing the moment and smiled. Once Luke’s dick was hard in Josh’s mouth, Luke grabbed hold of the back of the ginger’s head and started to skull fuck him. Josh gagged on Luke’s cock and fought for breath. Luke enjoyed looking down at Josh servicing him, who occasionally looked up and made eye contact. Luke could sense that Josh’s trepidation was subsiding. Josh was enjoying sucking on Luke's magnificent prick. After about five minutes, Luke pulled his dick out of Josh’s mouth and asked “You ready to take my raw diseased dick in your ass, bud? “I think so,” Josh replied. Steve interjected again “Josh I don’t give a fuck what you’re thinking, once he’s in you, you gotta want it. You gotta beg for it. Do you want to share in our cum or not?” “I do, sir. I want it. I want to be knocked up. I’m ready. I promise.” Josh answered with confidence. Luke and Josh walked a few steps to the bed, where Luke positioned Josh on his back and then his legs onto Luke's shoulders so he could dive face first into the pale lad’s round ass. Luke spit on Josh’s tight hole and showed it to the camera as he inserted one finger, then two. 'Josh’s asshole is fuckin' perfect', Luke thought, as he maneuvered his tongue in and out, digging deeper and deeper. Josh moaned and yelped as Luke’s whiskered face brushed against his inner thighs. Luke's tongue lashed inside his fuck chute, eating out Josh's ass for several minutes until he could no longer hold off fucking. He got to his feet, standing between Josh’s legs and asked simply “You ready? And ready, he apparently was, as without hesitation Josh answered with a firm "Fuck yes. You’re a fucking god, and I need you inside me. Make me yours.” Luke’s dick was throbbing and dripping pre-cum. He reached for the bottle of lube on the bedside table and squirted some onto his shaft and on a finger, which he then inserted into Josh’s hole. He then inserted a second finger, and then a third, as he did so remarking “I’m about to stick my dick in you. You ever taken a poz dick before?” “No, never.” “Are you negative?” “Yeah.” “You know, I’m not on meds and my viral load is high. You’re probably gonna get the bug, HIV, from me. You know that, right?” “Yeah, I know all that. I want your bug.” “Fuck yeah, Josh. That’s so hot. And you know I carry a bunch of other things too – you’re gonna be a filthy whore like me if I shoot my load in you. You want that?” “Yes. I want to become just like you. I want you to seed me and for your seed -- all your seeds -- to grow inside me.” Luke pulled his fingers out and positioned his dick against Josh’s pucker. With a slow push forward with his hips, Luke’s dick head entered Josh’s ass. Josh winced, and Luke continued pressing ever deeper. Josh grunted “Oh my god, I’m taking your bare dick. This is my dream. I’m so hard,” his eyes closed and smiling, clearly savoring every moment of a long-anticipated experience. “Your hole feels so good around my dick. You’re so tight. I’m invading your ass – you’re like a fucking virgin right now and I’m taking that away from you with my poison cock.” Jush pushed into Luke’s dick, helping it move deeper inside him. Luke was about three quarters inside. “I’m gonna get herpes too, right?” Josh asked. “I’ve got 'em. You probably will too.” Josh pulled Luke tight into him with his legs, which were wrapped around Luke now. “Fuck me. Give me everything you have. You’re a god and I want you.” With that Luke made a final thrust to bottom out inside his conquest. “I’m all the way in you.” The camera man zoomed to Josh’s hole, below which Luke’s balls rested. Steve was rock hard and, off camera, precumming under his jeans, and couldn't stop himself from loudly exclaiming “Now destroy that neg pussy. Shoot your load in this fucking ginger and convert him!” Obediently, Luke withdrew almost completely and then slammed back into Josh’s ass and repeated with wild abandon. He quickly pumped in and out of Josh, his big dick head getting raw from rubbing against the lining of Josh’s ass. Josh screamed in pleasure. Precum was pooling on his white abs as his ass was getting a merciless pounding from Luke. “Oh yeah, bitch. Are you ready for your fucking conversion? Do you want my big fucking toxic load inside you?” Josh moaned "Oh, yeah, please daddy, give me your load!” “What do you want, whore?” Luke asked. “I want everything you have, every drop of cum that’s ever infected you, I want. Make me your cumdump. Make me toxic. Make me yours.” Luke’s pace picked up even further for a few beats, and then he yelled “I’M CUMMING!!! I’M SHOOTING MY RADIOACTIVE JIZZ IN YOUR NEG FUCKNG PUSSY! TAKE MY LOAD YOU CUNT!!!” His fuck pace came to a halt and he relished the release as his spent cock rested inside Josh. With three strokes, Josh’s dick erupted and he shot himself in the face. “FUCK, your load is in me, you converted me. Oh shit, oh yeah.” Luke collapsed onto Josh, and they kissed. “We’re gonna be rich, fuckers,” Steve announced, a wet spot and a hard cock visible through his jeans. “That’s a wrap."

I'm very submissive and effeminate and love to be dominated, and part of that involves being called those things you mentioned....though I actually prefer boi pussy. Above all i love being called a faggot.

Part 3 Luke continued to question what he was doing at Steve’s. While rational thought told him his time with Steve was one bad decision after another, he also found Steve so fucking hot and irresistible – his huge arms, his massive legs, his dark tan skin, so Luke quite willingly followed Steve through the apartment to the bedroom and then into the bathroom. Steve pointed to the big gang-like shower and instructed Luke to get in. As steam began to fill the room, his daddy-god Steve entered the shower too. It was the first time Luke saw Steve without any clothing on, and Luke was instantly obsessed with all he saw. As he took it in, Luke asked “What’s with the bandage?" pointing below Steve’s belly button to the dressing protecting his new ink. “New tattoo. You’ll see it soon enough, and will probably want one of your own.” Steve said as he pulled Luke close for a kiss – their first. They stood in the hot shower spray, Steve’s dick getting hard again as it brushed against Luke’s throbbing cock. Even not knowing what was under the bandage, Luke knew Steve was right, that he’d want that same tattoo as well some day. He wanted to be marked as Steve’s. They kissed sensually in the shower for a while, their bare cocks bobbing erectly below. Turning to the cold marble tile wall, Luke leaned into the stone and spread his legs wide, presenting his ass to Steve to fuck. Steve approached, planting his feet just outside of Luke's, and lined his massive dick head up with Luke's hole. Steve’s prick entered Luke’s cunt with less agony this time: the water and Steve’s pre-cum reduced friction, and Luke's hole was still wrecked from their last fuck session. Steve worked his dick all the way into Luke’s velvety sex chute and knew this boy was becoming his in so many ways. As the shower fuck continued, precum dripped down the cold wall against which Luke’s erection pressed. “I love knowing your inside me” Luke said. He meant it – he loved being a bottom and all that such meant. “I like being in you. Raw. Knowing you’re taking all of me. My dick. My load. My DNA. Everything I am is in you.” This embodied what sex meant to Luke. Perhaps not really grasping all of the consequences of what this meant in this moment, Luke’s boner sprung with excitement and a glob of precum –- to the point of Luke wondering if in fact he came a little -- smeared on the wall against his dick’s head. “Fuuck yes. Make me yours. My ass is yours. My body is yours.” Steve pulled completely out, and then pushed his dick balls deep into Luke. Luke whimpered. Then Steve picked up the pace in pumping his dick in and out of Luke’s hole. Steve’s dick was throbbing and rock hard inside his new fuck toy, and indeed, after a couple of minutes of pounding, Steve announced “I’m gonna cum.” His thrusts became more intense. He pushed all the way into Luke again and screamed “I’m fucking cumming in you, slut.” Another of Steve’s toxic loads shot deep into Luke’s wrecked ass. Luke tensed his ass around the massive dick inside him and also shot a huge load against the wall of the shower, exclaiming “Fuck, that was amazing,” as he twisted around to kiss his inseminator. As their spent dicks again brushed against one another, Luke felt fulfilled and transformed – feelings that were, perhaps unbeknownst to him, both figurative and literal.

I have a pretty freaky story about getting bred by a homeless guy... My first time using T I was out of town in a city in Florida. I'd been cruising online to get laid and I finally got hit up by a dude in a complex near where I was staying. He was cool looking and looking to suck me off. Not usually my thing, but this guy advertised himself as straight and his story about wanting to suck a dude off while his gf was at work was hot enough for me to drive over and let the guy slobber on my pole. When I got there he asked if I partied. I was used to g and mdma, so I said yes. He asked if I wanted a bump and I did. Never really wondered what the white line he handed me was. Then it hit the back of my nose and felt like fucking drano. That's when he told me it was T. I thought nothing of it... figured I'd ride it and enjoy. He put on some shit porn and we sat to watch it. Damn if the bad porn wasn't getting me boned up. "Great shit, it can even get me going for an amateur suck job while watching shit I wouldn't even stream online for free". The dude started to give my cock his attention and I got into the idea of giving him a good time eating me. I let him explore my (surprisingly) really hard cock and get used to the smell and bulk before reaching around his head and taking control of his mouth. Pretty good head for a "straight dude" I was amazed at how much he got off when I started to get rougher and feeding him my dick. Took me a while to get off, but I enjoyed the feeling of him trying to please me and the apparent shame on his face... he didn't look at me once while I fucked his face... and only complained a little when he gagged, which perversely, I really liked watching. After blowing my load in him I started getting my shit together and ready to head off. Before leaving, I thought to ask, "Where could I get some of that stuff? I'm going out later and it would be fun." I still had no idea what I was on or where it was going to take me. The dude sold me a little bag. I was a happy camper. I was off to the beach for the day and I would be able to relax with a nice little buzz and then go out for the evening. The beach I like to go to is this deserted stretch north of the public beach. Miles of perfect sand and not a soul in sight. I always head out there in the hopes of getting lucky, but it rarely happens. So I'm out there enjoying the day and doing little bumps off and on. You see, I figured this was pretty much like coke... after so long you take another to keep it going. Yeah. Newb. By the time the sun started to fall out of the sky, I'd consumed the entire bag... in 3 or 4 hours. I was wound up so tight and didn't really realize I was quite so fucking blasted. Suddenly the desire to score in the dunes was out of all proportion... I got naked and started roaming the dunes where it was fairly secluded. I could have been arested, but I eventually found a man who was shocked at seeing a young well built hairy guy so obviously cruising for cock. He was older, but in decent shape, and as soon as I registered his interest I zoomed in on him like a cruise missile. He wanted to take me back to his place, but I was already on my knees swallowing his cock like it would be the last one I'd see. When I turned and indicated I wanted him to fuck me, he asked about condoms and despite a long history of safe play, I told him I wanted to feel him seed deep in my hole. He fucked me right there and I was so turned on. After he came, he left... and I was left raging for cock. The place I was in was a small Florida town, I wasn't in one of the big meccas... there were no baths or real bars I could hit. The best I could come up with was the larger town just a little north that had an ABS in the industrial part of town. I had NO idea where I was going, what I'd find and I was WAY too fucked to drive.... But I went anyways. I spent all evening there looking to score some dick... but I didn't really know too much about the rules in these places and I look like a lumberjack.... not a lot of guys were spotting me as an easy fuck. I managed to suck some dudes off, but it was all disappointing, and my fuck hole was at this point screaming... I hit a bar for some drinks, because on T, you figure maybe some straight dude will decide you're doable.... that of course never really happens. Again, the lumberjack thing probably not working in my favor... So I get out of the bar. It's dark and I'm in this skeevy part of town. Semi's motels and industrial shit.... I'm driving around and stop to get gas. While I'm paying I notice about three dudes hanging out in the parking lot. Obviously sketchy characters... So I decide to hit one of them up to see if he knew where I could get more T (logical, right?). This guy was SKETCHY, obviously between highs. about 30 and the least scary looking of the bunch. He looks me over in my gear and my quarter sized pupils and sizes up what I'm after. Dude in the wrong part of town, looking for crystal at 2am, open shirt and no underwear.... "Yeah, I know where I can get you that. But I'll need a ride." So I unlock my car and in he gets. We drive off to a sketchier part of town. "So, like dude... you're high eh?" "Yeah, I'm pretty wreked" and I proceed to tell him about my whole day.... "So you're gay? No, that's cool dude." I felt a chill when he said that. At least a sliver of my sane mind was still working, announcing to me that I had some homeless drug addict in my car in a strange city, cruising the bad part of town to score drugs. I had completely lost my fucking mind and my ass was starting to explain to me how fucking hot it would be to eat this dude's cock... Assuming he didn't kill me for being gay. "So, a couple of buds of mine have a hotel room near here. If you need a place to crash while you get high I could invite you in. I just gotta get some crack first." So we get to this house with all these cars parked on the grass. It looked like a gang club house, and as far as I know it probably was. "give me some money and stay low in the car. I'll be right back" Yeah. I took out my wallet and handed him a pile of cash. Fer Real. Gotta love T. So after what feels like an hour, he comes back. He's scored my T and his crack. I don't know how bad I was ripped off... besides, it was besides the point. We drove off and I started to convince myself that doing drugs with unknown street users in a motel would be ok. The place looked like it ought to have been condemned. It was one of those places that back in the 40'sand 50's had been built to appeal to budget travelers who couldn't afford beachfront. Sixty years later it relied on weekly rentals and truckers. I drove us in and decided getting high with strangers was better than alone, at least there'd be company. So I follow my friend in. By the light of the fluorescents I can see he's not bad looking in that faded way high school loosers fade after life happens. Tall, lean verging on skinny, but apart from grimy, not too banged up. His clothes are the predictable mix of homeless dudes everywhere, loose and full of pockets. We get to the door where his friends are and he knocks, announcing himself. The door opens and he explains my story to the lanky guy who answers. The room is depressingly ancient, with a haze of smoke in the room and a pair or camel-backed beds that probably hosted more DNA that all of us put together. We get invited in. There's four of us in all and except for me all the guys look interchangable. They have a tired look of too many sleepless nights and drugs. They are however relaxed in this place off the street and less prickly. The leader asks me if I'm a cop, which I assure them I'm not... and he asks me to smoke some crack as proof. I explain that I'm using crystal and if he doesn't mind I'd do that. A look traded between the guys and my contact assured his friends that he'd bought it and knew it was legit.... My high was fading enough at this point that I laid out a monster of a bump for myself... I was still thinking in terms of coke. I probably snorted a night's worth right then. That did the trick. I was in and the room relaxed as the guys got high. We were spread out across the two beds as my high was lighting up my libido again. The guys were talking amongst themselves and I was listening to stories of there's. Suddenly one of the stories made a glancing reference to one of the guys getting head. I'm guessing they were feeling out the stranger who was tanked out on crystal and an admitted queer. If they didn't know what they were doing, they were hitting me right square where my life was at that moment, sex. My cock was swelling in my shorts and without underwear, there wasn't anywhere to really conceal it. Crystal being such a great councilor, I quickly felt my embarrassment changing gears and become sexual as these grimy dudes started trash talking about their cocks and getting laid. My eyes had to be black as night and my shorts had a visible wet spot where my cock was drooling with need. One of the guys readjusted his dick through his grimy fatigues and suddenly all I could think about was the cock he was fondling. The whole room knew what I was transfixed by. Dude stared at me, to see if I'd finally break, but I sat paralyzed on the bed unable to comprehend the signal I was being given. He rubbed his cock more plainly and without saying anything to me, looked questioning at the cock pig across from him. "I haven't gotten off in a fuckin' week. Man my cock could use a good spit polish" "If you don't mind a dude sucking you off, man... I'd be happy to help." I threw all my inhibitions out the window... I figured if I was going to get the shit kicked out of me, at least there might be some sperm in it for me. "I thought you'd never offer fag. Get your ass on the floor and suck me dry." As I stood I pulled off my top and shorts so I could be completely naked and exposed while I worshiped the uncut homeless cock in front of me. Crystal's ability to open up the side of me that needs to feel worthless and grateful for abuse was impossible for me to see at that point. I was in her grip and she was making sure I was the most abject needy cock slave available. I got on my knees in front of the smirking dude, who couldn't quite believe the luck they'd run into... Not only had this queer paid for their crack for the night, but he was about to spend the night providing any sexual need they could ask for, willingly. To me the smirk was the derisive hate filled grin of the high school dudes who used to make my life hell. As he fished his cock and balls out of his pants, I could smell the smell of maleness and sweat. The hooded prick he pulled out was impressive and obviously primed for some attention... it was swelling as he pulled his balls free, thick pubic hair radiating the smell of cum, sweat and urine.... As he held his tool in his hand, I lay my head on the filthy bedspread and traced the rim of his foreskin with my tongue. "Awww, FUCK..." as I wrapped my lips around the skin covered head and slowly drew his cock into my mouth. I slipped my tongue under his hood and could feel the slick wet of a randy uncut cock. His cock was reacting fast to my sucking, and its owner gripped the back of my head to start deriving some real pleasure from my wet sucking hole. I've always loved sucking a man's cock, it's always been the first impulse I've had from the moment I first saw a cock as a child.... But T drove me onto that dick like it was a physical need to live. "Fuck me, dude! This fag sucks like a fuckin hoover. This is fucking awesome. You getting off choking on my cock faggot?" "Hey man, give me a chance to get some of that..." With that, the guy I picked up at the gas station stands up and pulls down his jeans to reveal a beautiful cut piece of meat which he quickly offers up to be sucked on. "let's go dude, I got you your shit, now you're gonna fuckin eat my cock till my balls fall off." I turned my head to face this new cock to eat and dove in like a starving man hits a buffet. I placed my tongue under this dudes pungent cock head and slip my head forward, all the while looking up at his face as he watched his dick disappear first into my mouth and then quickly opening my throat until my nose was buried in his thick mound of pubic hair. "Yeah, nice... that's a good grateful faggot. Now suck me off slow, cock hound. I have lots of dirty cum in my balls for your to drain out and eat like a good fuckin pervert." The real party was finally underway. I had no idea the day earlier when I'd had my cock serviced by the closet cock sucker, that I would find myself 24 hours later naked on the floor of a filthy motel room choking down the cock of a homeless dude and his two buddies, who obviously had enjoyed the services of a tweaked out faggot before. "I can't believe what this freak is doing to my cock, man... he's like not fuckin breathing or something, he's got my dong in like a fuckin vise grip at the base and chewing it off with his throat!" Hearing them talk about my sucking as though I was just a piece of furniture, turned me on even more deeply. As a tweaked out fag, I wasn't even at the level of a prostitute, not worth worrying about how I liked it or even checking on my arousal. I was a wet hole that would greedily suck on command, beg even... why worry about that. No need to do anything to keep the sucking going, a tweaked out cock sucker could be depended on to thank you for giving him the pleasure of your sperm squirting into his mouth. And he'd even swallow without encouragement. "Right Steeve. before you blow your load... I'm gonna cut in and get some of that freaky head dude. The last guy of the three was the youngest of them. He looked like a skateboarder... he was maybe 20. Scruffy beard that grew in patches and a body that was not quite as worn down by life... He was lean in a way girls find hot these days, his flat stomach was tattooed and hairless save for a trail of black fur that lead to a thick bush he was quickly exposing as he shucked his board shorts. His cock lay impressively in the thick black pubic hair, nestled on top of the biggest sperm filled balls I'd ever seen. He was obviously used to this and had no issues with using a man's holes for pleasure. Unimpressed with my own more muscular body, this young dude had the security and conviction that his cock out ranked me as the alpha. I usually intimidate young guys like this in baths... now I was about to have a kid use me as his draining station without a second of hesitation. He understood that his hard cock, in fact, all the hard cocks in a five mile radius, owned the faggot on the floor. "OK bitch, why don't you let go of my cock for a few minutes and gobble down on Brian. Let's see if you can handle what he's got for you. Hope you don't bruise easy." Steeve started to pull his long fat worm from my gullet as I continued to milk it, begging for a taste of his bitter fuck juice. "Fuck, man... I fuckin love this cock sucker". He gripped my jaw and forcibly removed his cock from my mouth and shoved my head towards his buddy Brian who was stroking the hood on and off his wet shinny knob. "Here's a fresh one for you, crack whore. Watch yer teeth, Brian's got a tool that'll fuckin rip your tonsils out. Doesn't get head real often 'cause most bitches can't take him, even when they're as fucking ripped as you are. But I'm pretty sure you could suck off a fuckin semi and come up askin fer more...." Spit was running over my lips as I leaned forward to suckle on the young boarder's growing tool. I wanted to make love to that thing and wrap my fuckin soul around his cock. I felt the shudder you always get out of young men who are filled with sperm, hormones and too little experience with head to be jaded. "Ohhhhhh yeah, faggot. Oh fuckin, oh yeah" He sighed as I worked my way down his white shaft even as it swole with every heartbeat. I could see the fine blue veins running under the silky skin of his pole and the huge engorges vein running across the top, pumping hard as his cock filled with blood. "Take it all in you mouth, like you did Steeve's, man... I wanna see my dick slide down your throat and feel you chocking on it" His hands were shaky, vibrating as I worked more and more of his endless tool into my greedy mouth. I loved his excitement, his appreciation of my mouth on his manhood as I knelt in-front of him and worshiped his maleness completely."Hmmmmmmph! Oh, FUCK!" I could feel his grip on my head tighten like a vise as his cock bottomed out in my throat. I was impaled on his cock to the balls with no where to go. All I could feel was the throb of his pulse running through his tool as it took its final leaps and swells to full erection, literally stretching the muscle of my throat to accommodate the kind of hard on only given to young men. Steel hard, unyielding, scorching hot with blood and lust and almost beyond his conscious control. I could see where he could have seriously frightened a bitch trying to gobble down his shaft. he was like a fist lodged in my gullet, and from the feel of his hands, I'm pretty certain the first girl to feel what I was feeling also had the throat savagely raped by this buck. the two other crackheads watched in amazement as Brian and I were locked in a tense sexual stand off. Brian's cock stuffed impossibly deep inside my gullet, him holding my head against his groin like a prison fight, while I struggled with my need to breathe, the painful fullness in my throat and the inescapable lust for his cock raping me. "So, faggots have two holes to dick, don't they?" I heard our host asking as I felt a rough dirty hands scrabble roughly between my ass cheeks. "Oh, yeah.... here we go." And he shoved in a grimy finger to check for resistance. "Oh, fuck dude... this feels like the slickest best pussy around. It's even fuckin wet. Like it's fuckin lubricating for us." A couple more fingers went in and started digging around, when he pulled them out he made sure to pull hard against my anus, and checked his fingers. "Fuck. not only is his chute clean, there's already sperm in here from another dude. This cunt's been busy. At least we won't have to waste time pretending to stretch his hole out before fucking him. Goddamn, where did you find this faggot?" He reached back into my hole with three fingers and pulled my roughly onto my feet, tears were forming in my eyes as Brian continued to test the limits of my breath control and our host seemed intent on seeing how much abuse he could heap on me. "there you go you fucking bitch. Don't you understand we can't fuck you right unless you present your hole? A tweaked out whore like you gets bored easy... even while suffocating on Brian's big pussy wrecker, so we're gonna put you up for double duty to make sure you stay entertained. Finally, Brian relented in his grip on my skull and I was allowed to back up enough to be able to drag in some air and savor the salty ooze of the precum his cock was spitting into my mouth. As I hauled in that second gasp of air, it lept right back out of me as the drooling hooded cock of our host planted itself at my anus and drove itself home like a Buick. The stranger who'd bred my neg ass on the dunes had seeded me copiously, but this was hours ago.... I might be wet, but this cock was basically going in dry, and it's owner was enjoying the view. "TAKE it. TAKE my fuckin tool, whore. I'm gonna tear you apart if you don't let me in and I'm gonna fuckin love hearing you scream." "Aaaaaaarrrgh!! Uuummmmph!" I was moaning and wailing as hard as I could muster with a mouth full of cock. My ass felt like it was being pried open by a baseball bat. I loved getting fucked, but pre Tina days, I had enough when I'd been fucked once or twice. But that was with condoms, and lube, and no crystal making me crazy for bare homeless cock to spurt load after load into my ass. I felt a warm glob of spit hit my ass crack. "Don't rip his ass in the first fuck, dude" Steeve had taken some pity on me and spared me a gob of spit to ease my ass rape. Our hosts dick soon picked up the wet in my cunt and the spit Steeve horked up and slid all the way home with his plum sized cockhead skinned back and resting hard on my swollen prostate. "Besides man, I have a couple of solid loads to drop and I hate fighting to bust my nut in a hole." "That all you're worried about Steeve?" As Brian continues slapping my jaw with his massive balls, he says "this whore is going nowhere until my balls fall off, and I can blow plenty. Besides, you got him how much t from the Mexicans? This bitch will be taking cock until next week and drooling all over himself for more long after his holes have blown out. Mark, dig some of that shit out of the bag and drill it into his chute. You think snorting it fucked him up, wait until his fuckhole is reaching out to gobble your fuckin cock like its alive." TBC

Always wanted to whore out a bottom bitch boy to a bunch of homeless men. Offer his ass up to any dirty homeless cock available.

I've been tempted/fantasizing about the many young homeless boys who cruise "Searstown" here in Lauderdale.. A friend once took one back to his guest house, gave the Kid a shower, a pair of socks & $20.00 for a few hours of HOT PERVERTED ACTION....

while i'm fucking a guy's ass i'll call it his pussy, cunt, gash, bitch - it's not about what i think of the man. it's in the moment of fucking, of a guy taking my cock deep into his fuckhole, that brings out a primal-ness in me where i revert to calling a man's ass i'm raw fuckin' his pussy, his cunt, his gash, even asking if he likes my cock in his pussy and being my bitch. it has nothing to do with what i think of a man being a bttm - it takes a real man to accept a raw cock into and take the pounding needed for that load of dna to be directly sprayed into his gut. it's just verbal role play (for me at least - and most of the men who have my dna in their gut)...

I just learned that the man who got me to try Tina for the first time and probably pozzed my neg ass was my father. He had just dumped several loads in me and fucked (what I hope was) my lay neg load out of me. Hard prick was still inside my ass, as he massaged his dirty seed into the walls of my ass. "Son, your mother didn't marry me cause she knew I was gay. After your birth she asked that I have no contact with you with the exception of sending you a yearly birthday card. I had the feeling that you might turn out to be gay like myself and your grandfather." "Your father was gay too?" "Yes, not only was he gay, but he was the man who introduced me to the joy of man-on-man sex." I thought to myself, 'Wow, my father had sex with his father and now I've had sex with mine.' You couldn't imagine how happy I was at that very moment. I had to ask Greg, "How sure are you that your poz seed is going to take in me?" "There is no guarantee that it will take, but I do know a fool proof method that is certain to make sure you're poz." "What's that?" "Step one you slam some of my poz blood and step two we open the door and let everyone who wants to seed your hole." I was liking the twisted ideas Greg had suggested. I didn't hesitate for a second when I agreed, "Sounds like a plan to me, but on one condition." "Name it my boy." "I get to live with you." Greg looked down with a smile and answered, "Of course you're going to live with me. I wouldn't have it any other way. But your not just going to live with me, you'll work for me too." "Work for you?" "Yes, I'll explain later. Now let's get you ready to be gang banged." He let his semi-stiff cock slip from my hole as I just lay in the sling. He pulled some rope from his bag and fixed my ankles and wrists down securely. Then he took the syringes that he used for the slam he gave himself and fixed another slam for me. He mixed in the water but before he gave it to me he tired off his arm and added his own diseased blood to the mix. I was still flying pretty good from the slam he had given me not all that long before, but trusting him implicitly, I went along with his plans - after all, he was my father. Then he remarked "I know your feeling really good from that first slam. This additional slam will make you a total cock and cum slut. Expect your cock to shrivel up and be soft for a few days. All you will want the next few hours is to be fucked and seeded. I'll be watching over you the entire time." I looked up and nodded, "I'm ready." I watched as he tired off my arm with the tourniquet, swabbed the vein with alcohol, suck the full point in my arm, made sure he hit the vein and then empty the mixture of Tina and his blood into my arm. I knew that with his blood in the mix there was no way I'd escape the bug. I heard the click of the releases of the tourniquet and felt the warmth of the drug as it hit my chest. I coughed out hard, I felt the rush hit me harder then the first slam. I heard a loud ringing in my ears as I lay back and enjoyed the rush. I looked down at myself and noticed that my semi-hard cock I had moments ago was now a pathetic looking stub. An involuntary "OH FUCK!" was my sole reaction. "Looks like my boy is feeling good." I just shook my head yes as Greg went and opened the door for everyone to see. He came back, his hard 8" pointing the way to my hole as he slid in easily. He leaned over and we kissed as he fucked me some more while we waited for others to wander in the room. It didn't take long for our room to become common knowledge, and soon we had a crowd gathered around me. One by one I was fucked and seeded by young and old, fat and thin, white, black, brown, and yellow. Greg kept me flying as I took on all the men who came by. When I finally came down, my hole was dipping and sore. Greg belted me out of the sling and over to the showers to clean up. He helped me get dressed and we gathered up all our belongings. I showed him where I parked and he drove me back to his place where he took me inside and put me to bed.

Admin Note: This is sorta a borderline conversation... As long as it stays focused on the issues surrounding "don't cum in my ass" and you don't get into advocating stealthing particular guys, we should be fine. (So far the discussion is on the right track)... These days I don't hookup with guys who don't want my load in their ass. Back before I started being clear about wanting to dump a load there were a few bottoms who asked me to pullout and cum on their ass or back while I was fucking them. I'd dump half the load in their ass and half on their back or ass. I always thought it was funny when they'd thank me for pulling out when they had half my load in their ass... I mean seriously - did they think they wouldn't get at least some cum or precum in their ass? It's not like pulling out is effective for birth control - and it's not effective at preventing HIV either. I was neg, so didn't really worry that I was harming them - I was more amused at how careless they were being. Honestly, the whole "dumb fuck" thing is sorta hot, but the flip side is that too often the sex with guys like that is just bad...