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PART 8 There was nothing else open around the bookstore, which was surrounded by a neighborhood of car repAir places, storage places, and industrial type businesses. I pulled into the store’s lot, totally nervous I would be spotted by someone. I had no idea what to expect still, but I wasn’t the only one there. There was at least a dozen cars in the lot besides mine. Before I could chicken out, I got out of my car and tried to discreetly sneak in. That plan was blown when the clerk immediately asked me for my id. I showed it to him and he looked it over and handed it back, telling me to enjoy myself. I took a quick look and saw the layout. Rows of DVD’s and then an aisle of lingerie and an aisle of sex toys. I was beginning to be disappointed when I saw the small lit up sign advertising private video booths. Without hesitation, I made my way into the back of the store. This area was separated and customers in the front wouldn’t even really be able to see back here. It seemed like a few rows of dark corridors that led to small booths, maybe twenty booths total. Along the wall of the main corridor wAs the list of all the pornos that you could watch in the booths. At least half were gay, which was reassuring. I also noticed guys lurking in the shadows, in vacant booths with the doors open. Not a ton, but these were guys obviously not just watching videos. They were hanging around back there. I pretended to look at the video selection wall, but really watched the guys mill around. Two were old, like real old and I had zero interest. Another one was at least 39 but overweight. A Latino guy just looked a little too gang menmbery. Then I saw him, a guy just my type. He was 40ish and taller than me, probably a little over six feet and thin. His hair was cut very short. He had on a T-shirt and shorts and flip flops. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stared at him. After he looked back and met I stare, he gestured with anod toward a booth near the back of the row. Slowly, he walked in and gently shut the door. I keenly didn’t hear a click of a lock. With a shaking hand that took all my courage, I reached and felt the knob, after makin sure no one was watching me. The door opened and he gestured again with a nod to come in. As soon as I did, he reached over and clicked the lock. The inside booth had a machine to take the money and control the screen mounted to the wAll. He loaded a few dollars and the video sprang to life, as he clicked over to a gay sex scene where one guy was worshipping another guys cock with his mouth. We both stared at the screen, our eyes going back and forth from it to each other. He was rubbing his bulge and i was mesmerized. Seeing this, he opened his shorts and dropped them down stepping out of them and setting them on the bench seat. It was a beautiful cut 7 inch cock with nice full balls. I followed suit, assuming this was protocol. As I set my shorts down and turned away, I felt his hand graze my butt. Instinctively, i spread my legs and allowed the touch. His finger slid between my cheeks and I arched my back to meet it. Suddenly, he was down on his knees and he was spreading my legs further and gripping my ass cheeks. Then I felt it, his beard scratching the insides of my ass crack as his tongue darted out and licked my hole. I bucked but he held on and dove in, licking and sucking my asshole. The porno played, along with the sounds of other booths. The smell of sweet smell ofcum and sex permeated the air. I gripped the wall for balance as I stood bent over having a total stranger I hadn’t ever seen until two minutes ago lick my hole. I was gasping and bucking and trying to keep quiet. He was so good at rimming me. I gave in completely, my cock so hard I knew better than to touch it or else I would cum. Then just as suddenly, he stopped and rose up behind me. Almost immediately, I felt it and knew. One hand on my ass cheek, pulling it open and exposing my hole. The other hand guiding his rock hard cock to my eager rosebud. He rubbed his cockhead against my asshole, driving me crazy. “Ready to eat fucked?” He whispered. “Please!” was my only reply. The pressure increased. I tried to relax, a little worried that he was only using spit as lube. It definitely burned when his steel like rod drove into me and my hole surrendered. Hands against the wall i focused just on letting my hole open, feeling the change as the pain and stabbing turned to ecstasy. He was working it in, as both of us tried not to make too much noise. His cock began to pick up speed and I noticed the spit made things a little less slippery in a really good way. My hole has blossomed and was accepting his big man cock hungrily. It felt so good to have a hard dick fucking me again. And he was picking up speed, really fucking me now. “I’m getting close,” he whispered as he hunched over me. I didn’t plan it or anything but I heard myself replying, “Please cum in me.” As soon as those words left mouth, my mystery man’s thrusts grew faster and more erratic. With both hands on my hips he drove deep one final time and collapsed against me, as his cock throbbed inside me and spasmed, as it ejaculated into me. After a few seconds, he slowly backed out and i clamped my hole shut to try to keep the cum in me. He silently dressed and i hurried to get my shorts back on. As soon as his clothes were on, he straightened himself up and opened the door, slid out, and gently shut it, leaving me still dressing in the booth with the gay porn still playing on the screen and a huge load of a strangers sperm soaking into me. Less than ten minutes had elapsed since I had walked into the bookstore.

Yeah, I’m a bug chaser. It didn’t take me long into my bareback bottomhood to realize that the thrill of sex increased exponentially if there was a danger element involved. So I started doing it with married men. In public places. With the partners of friends of mine. And eventually with Poz men. I must admit that the whole Poz thing really turned me on. At first I was kind of freaked out about how I got off on the idea of playing roulette with my health, but once you experience that thrill of living on the edge and letting a Poz guy stay in you when he cums... well. It’s all over from there. But this was the mid 90’s and dating/hookup apps didn’t really exist yet. And Poz guys weren’t really to be found on AOL and gay.com. At least not where I lived in middle America. What we did have in my community, though, was a small AIDS hospice. Okay, okay. I know how this sounds. Pretty sick, right? A young guy trolling an AIDS hospice for Poz cock? Preying on gay men in the last stages of life?? But that’s exactly what I did. And very successfully too, I might add. I was in my mid-20’s back then. I was decently attractive with a sort of “golly gee” innocent charm about me (that totally hid my pervy side). And I had a good ass. Total bubble butt. I mean, from the age of twelve I knew I was built to be a bottom. Anyway, I applied to be a volunteer at the hospice. I said I would love to come read to the guys or talk or just keep them company. I could come by in the evenings and on weekends when I wasn’t working. AIDS still had a strong stigma back then, so having a young gay such as myself willing to volunteer was a bit of a novelty. I was snapped up quickly. Now, don’t go thinking that I immediately started going down on and raping all the men in hospice— because I didn’t. I actually did read to them and chat and keep them company, as I had volunteered to do. But I was also developing relationships and sussing out which men might be up for some unprotected sex with an eager, 20-something bottom slut. Eventually I found Ken. Ken was in the later stages of his illness. He was still handsome, in a way, but pretty gaunt. Blonde. Sharp Blue eyes. Mustachioed. He was one that I read to on a consistent basis. But we also talked and developed a decent friendship. Once we were fairly comfortable with each other, I asked him about his past. Like, did he have a partner ever? Did he used to have lots of sex? Did he know how he became infected? Did he used to go to bath houses or anything? He smiled slyly at me and opened up about being quite promiscuous in his day. “How promiscuous?” I prompted. Which is when he started regaling me with tales of sex parties, orgies, back rooms of dance clubs, bookstores, and yes— bath houses. He’d done them all. “And I really liked it,” he said wistfully. “I just really liked sex.” In subsequent visits I prodded him for more and more details, always saying things like “Life is so different now— this doesn’t happen. Back then it was so much more... exciting.” To which he’d agree. He didn’t know how he’d become infected, but it was several years ago now- probably in the later 80’s. He laughed and confided, “Yeah, I was stupid back then. I figured since I was a top, I was immune. That only bottoms got infected. Whoops.” Hearing this I asked if he only ever topped. He shrugged. “I tried bottoming a couple times— didn’t really enjoy it. Besides, once guys saw my dick I sort of automatically became the top.” “That big, huh? You poor thing! You must have been very popular!” I laughed. “How else do you think I wound up in this bed?” He chuckled. From there, I started steering our conversations into more sexual waters. Like did he miss sex? When was the last time he had some ass, etc. He looked at me wistfully and said he hadn’t had any since a year before hospice and that he did miss it. “With all the ass I’ve had, you think I’d be satiated, but I’m not. You always want more,” He said quietly. “Yeah, I know.” I told him. “I’m such a slut for big cock, I can never get enough of it.” Then I winked at him. He actually blushed. That was as far as I pushed it for awhile, letting the seed I’d planted in his mind to germinate a little. Plus, I needed to be sure about what I was going to do and then prepare my next steps. After a couple more “innocent” visits to Ken, I was ready to take it to the next level. This time, for my reading material, I brought some gay erotica. I started reading it aloud, as I would have our other book. After it became apparent what I was reading, he stopped me. “This is a bit of a departure from our usual,” He said hesitantly. “Yeah, I know. But I wanted to mix it up. And given some of our conversations I thought you might like this change of pace.” And I kept reading. As I read, I looked over occasionally and could see him fidgeting a bit and shifting around. I also saw him casually put his hands in his lap to mask his growing erection. I smiled at this and kept on reading. It was a particularly vivid account of a young bottom going to the baths and getting bred by stud after stud- cum leaking out of his chute. After the account of the fourth load from a particularly randy well-hung black stud I put down the magazine and said, “Hmm. You don’t have to be shy. Let that boner be free, it’s ok. We’re both gay, and I got one too.” The chair I was reading in faced him so I shifted my legs so he could see my crotch. I saw him eye my bulge hungrily although he did blush again. But he also moved his hands for me. Holy fucking tent. “Damn Ken, you DO Have a big one, don’t you?” I said breathlessly. I could see the sheet moving slightly as his pulse made his dick jump. “Can I... can I see it? Just a peek. Please??” He looked toward the door and hesitated, and I looked him squarely in the eye and said please again. Slowly he lifted the edge of the sheet and freed his impressive cock. “Ohhh. My.” I exhaled. His Dick was beautiful. It had to be 9 inches at least. It was one of those cocks where the head wasn’t huge and flared— just behind the rim of the head his shaft grew in girth until it reached its widest point about 1/3 of the way down the shaft. Then it tapered slightly to the base. It also arced proudly out from his groin, like the weight of the end of it pulled it slightly downward. And below it all were a nice pair of low hangers, just resting on the mattress. “Damn, you are blessed aren’t you?” I whispered in awe. “Sometimes I think it was a curse,” he said. “Like, if I had an average dick maybe I wouldn’t be sick right now.” “Maybe,” I said matter of factly. “But do you really think having a smaller cock would have changed your sex drive though? I mean, I know big dick guys who have no libido at all, and small dick guys who jack off 10 times a day. All I know is that you seem to have been sexually insatiable and probably would have found a way to have tons of sex, with or without that monster.” This talk was making him lose his hard on, so I quickly said, “Hey. How about you tell ME an erotic story. Like from your bathhouse days. Don’t be a lazy bitch and entertain ME for a change.” I smiled. “Surely you must have a hot tale of a favorite fuck to share.” He smiled back slowly and said, “Oh yeah. I have a few good ones. How about I tell you about the young marine?” “Sounds good to me! Let’s hear it,” i urged. “So this was at the bath house, oh many years ago now. I was there one night and in the sling room was this young, muscle-stud. He had a ‘friend’ who was guarding the entry and whoring him out. Several guys were peering in and and watching the action so I asked the ‘friend’ what what was going on. Turns out this little muscle stud was a Marine, had just turned 21 and wanted his own 21 gun salute. The friend was helping to line up good Dick and to make sure things didn’t get out of control. So far the kid was up to 11 loads and #12 sounded like he was getting close. So I asked if I could take a turn and flashed my dick at the friend. The friend smiled and said “you’re up next”.” “Oh damn, man,” I said. “This is my total fantasy! Sorry for doing this but....” I then unfastened my pants and pulled out my throbbing cock. Ken watched me do it and made no protestations. After watching me slow stroke a few times he went back to his story. “So I hear #12 finish up— loudly. And as soon as he left the room, I walked in. The kid was fucking hot. Exactly what you’d think of when you think US Marine. Tan. Well muscled. Lanky. Buzz cut dark hair. Even the dog tags laying between his pecs. His legs were slightly furry as was his ass. The kid looked up at me and his eyes were totally blown- probably on something. Or it could have been that sex haze. Anyway, I walked up to his face so he could get a look at my cock and his eyes got real big! And then his mouth opened... So I fucked his mouth to get myself good and hard. He was choking and gagging on my cock, but also just moaning like a bitch in heat. It didn’t take me long before I was raging hard. Like I am now.” I looked back at his cock and he was back at full mast and throbbing. I scored my chair right up next to his bed so he was within reach. I think Ken knew what I was thinking, but he didn’t stop me. “Go on...” I urged. “So, I pull out of his mouth and moved to position. I look down and can see a trickle of cum leaking out his ass, as well as a good puddle on the floor. I can’t believe I’m saying this but— I bent down and scooped up some floor spunk and slathered it on my Dick. Then I pushed into him. This boy was so used and so full of cum, I really didn’t need the extra lube, but the idea was hot to me. I pushed in pretty easily to a point, then met with resistance as I got to his second ring. So I took my time and slow-stroked him with just enough Dick so I was teasing his second ring. It felt so... WHOA!” It was at this point in his story when I reached over and grabbed his cock. It startled him. “Whaaa what are you doing?” He asked in a shaky voice. “I’m helping you out, man. You need this. And I want to do this. I wanna make you cum as you finish this story.” His breath was shaky and shallow, but I kept my hand on that impressive cock and jacked it slowly. His eyes half closed and he swallowed thickly. And I knew I had him. “So, you were fucking him slowly, right up to that second ring....” I promoted. His eyes close... “Yeah. Um. So I start to tease deeper. I slow push into him and get my head up in his second ring and you would think the marine is storming Iwo Jima from the noises he starts making. I pull out and slow push in again. And again. And again. Eventually this marine is grunting and Ooo Rah’ing and taking it like a goddamn champ. So I really start giving it to him. Hard. The sling chains are singing and my groin is totally covered in cum spatter as all the other loads are being fucked out of him and deeper into him. He’s going cum crazy and bucking into me to take all I can give. I look back at the door and like 5 guys are watching us fuck. I know I can’t hold out much longer and thankfully I don’t have to. Suddenly the kid cries out and I see cum shooting from his Dick all over his chest and belly. I can feel his ass spasming around my cock and that’s about all she wrote. I ram it it hard, as deep as I can, and I flood his fucking slut marine guts. He’s whimpering and moaning and I and I am so turned on that I keep cumming and cumming and... AGGGH.” Ken’s cum shoots in a perfect arc from his Dick and spatters the sheets. The next spurts drip down my hand and onto his balls. When his orgasm subsided, I got up, put my hard cock away, and got him a wash cloth. I then cleaned up the mess. “Looks like someone had been saving up quite a load,” I said with a grin. Ken couldn’t meet my eyes. I think he felt embarrassed or something. I covered him with a sheet and patted his leg. “Dude, that was incredibly hot and I regret nothing. In fact, I hope we can do this again.” Ken didn’t say anything, but.. was that a tiny nod? After that, I would pepper in my visits with some erotic reading, and it would end with Ken telling me of one of his escapades while I jacked him. It was definitely hot- but time to take it to the next level. About a month after our first JO encounter, I started a more frank discussion with him involving his status. “So, did you still have as much sex after you became positive or did it kind of stop after that.” He grew quiet and didn’t answer for a time. “It stopped… for awhile.” he sighed. “But sex is hard to give up. Did you switch to condoms then?” I inquired. “Mostly…?” he whispered. “Bareback sex is even harder to give up, isn’t it? It’s ok, trust me I get it. You can tell me. I’m not here to judge you- we’re friends.” This seemed to open Ken up a bit. “When I was diagnosed, I sort of… shut down. I withdrew and basically stopped all sex cold turkey. I wasn’t partnered at the time, so I didn’t have to worry about that pressure. Heck, I didn’t even jack off. I just sort of became a sexual zombie. Eventually I was finding myself checking out guys again. Getting horny. Getting those ‘inconvenient boners’ during the day. I started jacking again. And then I got the urge to fuck again. I tried some hookups where I used condoms, but … they didn’t work out so well. I just couldn’t stay hard being all gloved up, and I would end up disappointing the bottom. So I kind of gave up the idea of sex again. Until…” he trailed off. “You fucked a guy bareback and gave him your poz load.” I said. Ken looked up at me with a startled look on his face. “Yeah. I mean no. I mean, I didn’t really mean to, but… it just sort of happened.” “It’s okay Ken. We’re sexual beings and you must have been insanely horny. So, this was your first time fucking bare as an HIV positive man— and I gather that you liked it. Tell me about it?” It looked like he was struggling with something internally. His face contorted a bit and he wouldn’t look at me. So I grabbed his hand and held it for awhile and we sat in silence for a few minutes. “I’m worried what you’ll think of me, but…. “ “I was so damn horny. It had been almost a year since my diagnosis and no real sex. I was going out of my mind. One afternoon I found myself on autopilot and sort of ‘came to’ when I was standing outside my favorite old adult bookstore. I went in and paid my 5 bucks and headed to the back. It wasn’t very crowded and honestly I didn’t even know what I was doing there. I didn’t know what I wanted but I knew I needed to get off. Maybe jack off watching others? Maybe a BJ? I didn’t know. I wandered around for a few and noticed that the glory hole booths were busy. There were these two particular booths that had a decent sized glory hole. I noticed a few lurkers hanging in this area, so I figured some guy was giving BJ’s. So I leaned up against the wall to watch. It wasn’t long before one door opened and this hispanic construction worker came out and was fastening up his pants. He headed for the exit and one of the other lurkers took his place in the empty booth. It wasn’t long before we could hear some groans and movement noises coming from these booths. And the booths, being flimsy plywood, were kind of shaking a bit. So it became apparent that more than just a BJ going on. I look over and the other guy has his fly open and is jacking a pretty decent piece of uncut meat…. “ By now Ken was hard, the retelling had him excited. So I reached over pulled back the sheet and took him in hand, as usual. He flinched a little, but let it happen. He still wouldn’t look at me though, his head was facing the other way out the window as he remembered. “So the guy in booth 1 cums loudly and the booth rocking stops. About a minute later, he comes out with a big smile on his face and heads for the exit. Now there are just two of us ‘lurkers’, and we look at each other. The other guy is older, kind of hard to tell his age really. Maybe 60? Looks a bit… sick… you know? Probably similar to how I look now And I knew. I KNEW he was poz. And yet there he was, jacking his cock at the book store…. He raised his eyebrows at me as if asking if I was heading in or not? I shook my head, and he walked into the empty booth. He didn’t close the door. So I found myself slowly walking up and watching. The old guy fed his dick through the hole and started moaning as I heard the wet sounds of a hungry mouth going to town on his cock. ‘Fuck yeah, suck it faggot,’ he whispers harshly. In my head I know this guy is poz and he’s just letting this guy suck him. In my head I’m really conflicted, but I can’t look away. And I’m… really turned on. Soon the wet sucking noises stop and I hear that unmistakable click noise of lube bottle being opened. I know what’s going to happen and again I’m watching it all go down and not saying anything. The old guy moans and I know the guy on the other side of the wall just sheathed that uncut cock in his ass. The booth starts moving slowly and I can hear the wet sound of ass fucking. My cock is so hard at this point it’s like it wants to tear a hole in my pants to get out.” In my hand, Ken’s cock is mirroring his cock in the story. He’s wickedly hard as he’s retelling this and I just keep jacking him. I stop just long enough to spit on my hand and go back. Ken makes a small noise in his throat, then goes back to his story. “The old guy starts really fucking into this dude’s ass through the glory hole. I’m basically in the booth with him at this point, my face close to the glory hole so I can see his cock going in and out of this ass. I can tell he’s getting close by his wheezing, when suddenly he stiffens up and grunts a few times and I know. I know his load, his… sickness… is shooting into the ass on the other side of the wall. I feel like I should say something. I feel like I should have stopped it before it got this far. But I didn’t. I just watched it all happen while my cock betrayed me in my pants. And I kept watching as the old guy slowly pulled out of the ass with a wet plop. Yup. Definitely no condom on that. He zips up and pats my shoulder. ‘It’s worth it,’ he says. And he exits the booth, leaving me alone in there. I see a finger extend into the glory hole from the other side. The international symbol for ‘stick your dick through, i’m waiting’. At this point I’m basically beyond the point of no return, so I close the booth door and open my pants. I hear the appreciative “DAMN” from the other side of the wall an I know he’s eyeballing my cock through the hole. He sticks his finger through again and motions to me. And before I know it, i’m feeding my dick through the hole. It was all I could do not to cum when I felt his mouth around my dick. It had been so damn long! I let him suck me for awhile, then I felt him pull off. Felt him apply the lube to my dick. I knew this was my chance to pull back… to stop. But I … I didn’t. And then I felt him slowly push his ass back onto my dick. The warm, wet heat enveloped me and I almost cried it felt so good! But I also was so conflicted— I was in this ass raw. And even though I’m pretty sure the previous guy just left a toxic load in there, that wasn’t me. Or was it? All I know is that fucking ass without a condom felt so damn good. I’m so turned on that I know I won’t last much longer. This guy is slamming his ass back onto my dick and fucking himself with it and I’m just standing there pressed against the booth wall letting him. I felt the orgasm building in my balls. I knew I was close. I knew I could pull out and spray all over the booth floor. I knew all this… and I let him keep fucking onto me. I needed the release. I needed to fuck. And then… it happened. I was cumming in him. I was in a post orgasmic haze— barely remember pulling out and zipping up. After a minute or two I stumbled out of the booth just as the other guy was coming out of his. We looked at each other. The guy was in his mid 40’s. Handsome. Dressed in suit pants, white shirt, and a tie. And had a wedding ring on. He saw me see it, and he just shrugged and smiled. ‘Thanks for that!’ he says. After that monster, I’m done.’ And he turned and was out the exit.” Ken paused here in his story and I still jacked his cock. I don’t know what prompted me to push, but I did. “That must have been a shock. Seeing that you just put your dirty load into a guy with a wife and kids, huh? Especially for your first time raw fucking as a poz man. I bet you felt sick about it… and turned on, too.” Ken finally looked at me. “Yeah. At first I was angry. I was all “You stupid fucker! You know you shouldn’t fuck without a condom! You have a wife!” “But it was hot because he WAS married and he WAS careless. Which made it all the hotter. Plus he’d taken god knows how many other loads that day. At least 3. Breeding married men is aways the holy grail… right?” I said all while jacking Ken’s cock more quickly. Ken’s eyes were boring into me. “Fuck yes. Stupid married men, thinking with their dicks … and asses. It’s almost like they’re asking for it. Asking to be caught.” “Asking to be infected,” I whispered. “Getting what they deserve,” he says. “Which is what made it easier the next time, and the next time, and the next time…giving all those stupid fuckers your toxic seed. How many did you fuck and fill, Ken?” That’s when I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking him while I still jacked. “Oh jesus,” Ken moaned quietly and I felt his hand come to the back of my head. I finally had his monster cock in my mouth and I lovingly sucked it and worked the head with my tongue. “Shit, I’m gonna…” Ken managed and he struggled to pull away. But I just gripped his cock and kept my mouth planted right where it was. Spurt after spurt of bitter, salty cum filled my mouth, but I swallowed it greedily. I kept him in my mouth until his cock started to soften- the last dribbles of semen pearling onto my tongue. Ken’s hand was still resting on the back of my head. When I finally released him from my mouth, he said “You shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m really sick, man.” He looked away from me sheepishly. “Ken, you know that the risk of transmission orally is very small. Also, I’ve been wanting to do that for months.” I tell him. He looked at me, with a bit of sadness in his eyes. “I’m going to let you in on a secret,” I tell him as we look at each other. “I’m not a nice boy who volunteers at an AIDS hospice and secretly pines for a boyfriend and two dogs and a house in the burbs. No. I’m a naughty boy. Sometimes I have anonymous sex. I don’t always fuck with a condom. I let guys cum inside me. Sometimes even if I don’t know their status. And sometimes…” I see something flicker across his gaze. “Even when I DO know their status.” “I love taking those loads best of all.” And I winked at him. A couple weeks later, I was back at Ken’s bedside for our reading time. But tonight was going to be different. Tonight was the night. I was going to get his cock and load inside me— unless he had a sudden attack of conscience and wouldn’t let me. I had come prepared. I had cleaned out thoroughly, prelubed my hole, and had lube and poppers in my backpack. I was also wearing a pair of gym shorts that I had cut strategically in the back for access. I pulled out the erotic fiction from his nightstand and read a good story to get Ken in the mood. It worked like always and soon he was tenting up that bedsheet. I put down the magazine. “So, tonight I thought maybe we’d do something different,” say. I see him look at me quizzically. “I thought perhaps I’d tell you one of my stories instead? Something… naughty.” Ken licked his lips and nodded approval. “So, there’s this guy I was hot for. Older than me, but handsome. Blonde— like you. Blue eyes, too. We chatted for a long time before I finally got up the courage to make a move on him.” I reached over and grabbed his throbbing cock. “We did some minor stuff— just hand jobs and blow jobs mostly. Turns out the guy is fucking hung like a racehorse! Fucking jackpot! I seriously can’t get enough of his big dick,” I said while jacking him. Ken’s eyes look black as his pupils are complete dilated as he watches me. “I mean, I love sucking that big fucker,” I said as I bent down to suck on Ken’s cock for awhile. “But I need more, you know? I’m a slutty bottom that craves big cock. And if this awesome guy won’t give me his, then I’ll just go to a bookstore and take some random strangers through a glory hole— you know?” Ken’s breath is coming faster now as I continue to suck him a bit. “So one night, I make my move and try to get this guy to FINALLY put it in me already! Only that’s when he springs it on me. He’s HIV positive. He doesn’t like fucking with condoms and he doesn’t want to risk infecting me, so he doesn’t want to fuck me.” I look at Ken as I pause in my story. “So I started sucking his cock and I tell him that I don’t care. That I want him to fuck me bare. That I want to— no, NEED to feel him cum inside me. I tell him I’ve let other men fuck me bare and some of them have probably been poz too. Heck, I might even be infected now and I may not know it. I’m so slutty and careless it’s almost like I DESERVE to get it, you know? Just another stupid bottom thinking with his hole. And whether he fucks me or not, nothing is gonna change this.” I feel Ken’s cock twitch and jump in my hand as I say all this. I then casually reach into my back pack and get out the lube and poppers. Ken’s breath hitches in his chest. I open the lube and start slathering his massive member. Ken’s eyes don’t leave mine. “So, this guy finally relents. I lube him up, open my shorts, lube my hole a bit, then get on top of him,” i say as I climbing onto his bed and mimicking all the actions coming out of my mouth, “and take a massive hit of poppers because I know I’m gonna need them.” I hit the poppers hard. “And then I slowly— finally— lowered myself onto him,” I whispered. It was like being torn open. Even with the poppers, Ken’s cock was huge. Easily the biggest I’d ever taken in my life to that point. It was the thick part just past the head that was the trick. I had to pull off, relube him, hit more poppers and slowly inch my way through that thick part as my hole burned in protest. Then there was a ‘pop’ as that thick spot suddenly breached my hole, and it got easier. I slid all the way down. Ken hissed as I hilted myself onto his dick. His hands found my hips. “The guy’s cock was massive, but I’d wanted it for so long inside me that I took it like a champ. And then I started riding him slowly. I wanted him to feel every inch of my insides and know that I wanted him there.” I rode Ken slowly up and down, getting myself used to his dick. Occasionally I stopped for poppers. “This guy had told me stories about his past… how much ass he’d fucked. I just hope mine would live up to the others. And, truth be told, I loved the fact that his dick had been in so many guys and it was finally my turn.” “I know this guy said he was conflicted about fucking me, but his raging hardon said otherwise. He loved it. And I know that in his secret heart of hearts, that he loved breeding guys with his poz seed. He loved fucking bare and dumping his toxic DNA into as many asses as would take it. Breeding all these guys who would never ask for a condom. Never ask about status. Just take whatever load in their cumhungry cunts. I know he didn’t like to admit it to himself and he probably felt ashamed for doing it. And even more ashamed for being so goddamn turned on by the idea that he’s infected dozens, if not hundreds of guys by now.” “Yeaaaaaah,” Ken moaned quietly as I continued to ride him. “I told this guy that it was ok. I understood. We all had that biological urge to procreate, and this was our way. Making sure a little bit of us lived on in others. And I told him I was a willing vessel. In fact, I wanted him to cum in me. I wanted it to be HIS cum that infected me. I didn’t want to be like he was and not know where the virus came from. I wanted the moment to be memorable. I wanted to KNOW. And I wanted him to know that he was the one.” I was riding the full length of Ken at this point. I had opened up to where his cock was plunging into my second ring on each thrust and I was leaking precum into my gym shorts with every bounce on his cock. Ken was helping guide me as he grabbed my hips. “Do it Ken. Cum in me! Fill me! I want you to be the one! Please??? Be the one who knocks me up!” Ken’s eyes flicked open and he grabbed my hips hard as he thrust up into me. His cock was buried well up into my second ring when I felt the pulses. The throbs. The wet heat. Ken’s AIDS cum was shooting so deep into me that I knew it would take. And I filled my gym shorts with my own seed as I spontaneously came from the knowledge that I was taking a living part of Ken and continuing the line. Ken shuddered and we stayed welded together until his cock had softened enough to easily come out of my ass. As I pulled off of him I bent down and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Thank you,” I whispered. I got off the bed, grabbed a wash cloth and started to clean him off. There was a little blood on the rag after I washed off his dick. He saw it and his eyes got big and I could see him wondering if he had hurt me. “Dude, you have a massive cock- the biggest that’s ever been in me. I was expecting this. Maybe next time I’ll be a bit more loosened up.” And I smiled at him as I went to the wash room to clean myself up. Ken and I fucked a few more times, but it wasn’t long before his health took a turn and before I knew it, he was gone. At least I got to be by his side when he left this world; for that I’m grateful. And yes, I did get sick after our fuck sessions. Sure enough, I had caught the ‘fuck flu’. Testing confirmed it. Given the timing, I knew it was Ken’s doing. And I was grateful for that ,too. I kept volunteering at the hospice after that. I mean, it wasn’t like Ken was the only guy I spent time with during my visits, but Ken was the only one I had cultivated a fuck relationship with. Until Mark. One evening I was visiting Mark and as I was preparing to read to him he stopped me. “Um, I was wondering if you could maybe read this tonight instead,” he asked. He pulled out the magazine of erotic fiction that I had given Ken for our sessions, and he handed it to me. I smiled. “Uh, Ken said that you would read to him out of this and it was very, um… stimulating. I was hoping that maybe we could do the same?” Yes Mark. I was positive that we could do the same.

Part 11 - The Spectrum Of Sex Mario left the hotel room having showered and finishing the last scene for the porn movie, he hadn't taken to kindly to his actor partner and was glad that he didn't want him to stay for post filming sex as was the norm in this industry. Instead he slipped out the hotel door just as his phone pinged. He looked at the message it was from Sage so he opened it 'Fuck now' it read, as much as he didn't want to do this he wanted, no needed sex as filming always made him overly horny. His fingers with a mind of their own typed the reply 'On my way'. He knew what his body was about to go through again, yet being roughly used and just the thought of Sage's body pinning him down on the bed was enough to convince him to go. He knocked on the door quietly as it was just after midnight, the door opened and like a bolt of lightning Sage grabbed Mario's arm and yanked him inside hard almost ripping it out of its socket he could tell Sage was either drunk or high. He heard the door close trying to compose himself but the muscled arms already were securing him around the waist lifting him effortlessly in the air, he was carried in to the bedroom like a rag doll. He landed on the bed face down, immediately his shorts were tugged down his legs to his ankles, Sage wasted no time in allowing him undress completely, his legs were pulled back to the edge of the bed exposing his naked butt. He heard a zipper being undone, why had he done this to himself he thought laying on the bed in anticipation of what was about to happen. He felt Sage's body bearing down on him as the pain surged up in his arse spreading through his whole body, he had penetrated Mario balls deep whilst his hand held the back of Mario's head to stop him moving. Mario cried in pain as Sage began relentlessly tearing up his arse with big pronounced thrusts, harder and harder he pummelled in to Mario's body. He heard Sage telling him repeatedly he was a worthless whore who now belonged to him, a whore who needed to show respect and be grateful that he was taking time out of his day to fuck him. A whore who came back for more because he knew his place, a whore who needed him to show how it was to have a real man breeding him. And so the verbal and mental abuse continued for what seemed hours. Tears pouring out of his eyes from the pain and agony, Sage's hand held him firmly against the bed. The fucking went on and on with no sign of him easing up, he was controlling and owning Mario, physiologically breaking him down constantly telling him he was worthless and should be thanking him for making him see his true worth. Sage full of drink and cocaine began to pump faster into his bitch, his balls tightened sharply as he drove his cock in deep and held it there as his orgasm reached its height releasing his toxic seed and flooding the ass of his bitch. He felt Mario tense and wriggle but he pushed his hand harder against Mario's head keeping him in position until the last drop of venom was milked from his cock. He collapsed on top on him, Mario grunted and moaned as his body was crushed under the muscled torso. Sage stayed in position for nearly an hour, every so often he would buck his hips forcing his semi hard cock deep in Mario. Eventually Sage rolled on to his back and fell asleep, the sheet beneath Mario's head was damp from the tears he had cried during his ordeal. The sweet mild mannered Mario was slowly but ever so surely being broken in many ways, he had the opportunity to get up and leave but his body was hurting and he was exhausted. Naked laying on the bed he fell soundly asleep, during the night he mumbled as it felt like his body was gently pulled up the bed and a sheet placed over him, feeling a sudden comfort washing over him he drifted back in to his deep sleep. Daylight appeared through the window he slowly began to wake up, startled for a moment at the unfamiliar surroundings that came in to focus as his eyes opened. He had a weird feeling of being trapped and as he tried to move he felt the arms around his body that were holding him close against a warm body. He glanced at the muscular arms around his small body, remembering he came over to Sage's place last night after he called him. He knew they had sex, well Sage had sex he just laid there held down taking the aggressive fucking. All he remembered after that was laying at the bottom of the bed falling asleep, here he was now in bed laying close to Sage as if they were lovers. He could feel the tenderness in his arse and decided not to try and move and wake him as he couldn't go through another fucking like that this morning. His head was confused with conflicting emotions, yes he thought Sage was sexy, but no he didn't find him attractive in a material boyfriend way. Was it the danger and adventure that had lured him back last night. Sage began to stir and felt Mario's body held firmly in his arms, how easily they fall he thought to himself. Still Mario wasn't a bad catch to pass the time of day until he got Jordan back, after all he never really said they were breaking up. In his eyes Jordan still belonged to him, he was patient and would eventually get him to crawl back. Kissing Mario tenderly on the back of his neck, he slowly turned Mario's body around to face him and began to kiss him deeply. He stopped after several minutes and asked Mario if he had found out anything about Jordan, Mario shook his head as Sage expressed he was worried in case something had happened to him. Mario completely brought the story and picked up his phone and typed a posting on facebook asking if anyone had heard from Jordan and to let him know, he also posted on his timeline asking him to let him know. 4,000 miles away Daniel stirred he could feel Jordan's breath caressing the back of his neck, they laid in the same position all night Daniel's body instantly pushed back to be closer and he felt Jordan's arms pulling him in. There was no mistaking that whilst Jordan' was still sleepy his cock was not, it was parked between his arse cheeks. Slowly Daniel gently wriggled his arse back and forth feeling it growing in intensity. Jordan woke up smiling and kissed Daniel on the neck and mumbled the words 'Morning my lover', Daniel twisted his body around to face him and they tenderly kissed each other for several minutes. Their kissing morphed in to passion, Jordan's hand roamed down to Daniel's arse which he began caressing slowly, Daniel softly moaned in pleasure as his leg lifted over Jordan's and gently rolled him on his back and Daniel came to rest on top of Jordan. They kissed harder with more vigour as desire to make love took hold of them both, Daniel raised both his legs up until his arse rested on top of Jordan's shaft and began moving up and down. Jordan was now moaning sweetly with pleasure his whole body was ready to take his lover for the first time. Daniel's arse movements became concentrated at the head of Jordan's cock slowly forcing it up between his arse cheeks. Jordan's arms wrapped around Daniel again as the head of his cock hit Daniel's hole, Daniel emitted a louder moan as his hole stretched open wanting and willing to take the cock inside him. The head of Jordan's cock pushed against the unlubed resistance repeatedly until it became slick with precum, Daniel gasped in to Jordan's mouth as the head finally penetrated, the sensation tingled up his spine mixed with a tinge of pain quickly dulled by his desire. Daniel moaned softly lifting his head and looking Jordan in the eye, slowly he edged his arse back feeling more of his cock slipping inside him, he let out another quiet gasp still looking lovingly in to Jordan's eyes. He felt Jordan pulling his legs up pushing the rest of his cock inside Daniel, he moaned louder and fell forward on to Jordan's chest as their mouths sought each other locking together. Jordan wrapped his arms around Daniel and began pushing his hips up in gentle undulating movements, Daniel moaning with each upward motion began responding pushing his arse down and wrapping his arms around Jordan's neck and shoulders. The flow of air from the ceiling fan causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end bringing a different sensation to their love making, their bodies melting into one as the primal instinct to mate enveloped them. The passion between them boiled to the surface as Jordan felt his balls tingling, he knew he had to pull out before his orgasm took over and not ejaculate inside. Daniel sensed that Jordan was close as his arms released their hold on his back and moved towards his arse, he raised his body slightly kissing Jordan's neck. Quickly Jordan's hand moved towards his cock his moaning was interspaced by grunts. Daniel felt the cock inside his body swell and twitch causing him to cry out in his own excitement and orgasm as his cock exploded all over Jordan's chest. Caught in the heat of the moment Jordan pushed up, 'No' he muttered as his hand lifted Daniel's arse whilst the other pulled his cock out followed by a stream of cum that had already been released in to Daniel, several spurts followed coating Daniel's hole and arse. Daniel collapsed on top of Jordan and kissed him deep, Jordan laid stroking Daniel's back. "Danny I didn't mean to I couldn't pull out in time" Jordan said apologising. Daniel was not moving "It's okay Jordy, I have been on prep for a couple of years". Jordan kissed his head "It's no guarantee Danny". Daniel looked at him smiling "I know the risks Jordy, I'm surprised I never caught it from Greg". "Is he positive then?" Jordan inquired calmly as he recouped from his orgasm. Daniel got up off the bed "Yes but never told me until he got ill and started taking medication". Daniel walked in to the bathroom and turned on the shower and stepped in, Jordan stood at the doorway watching as Daniel stood under the rainfall shower, the water deluging over his head. He squeezed the shower gel and began washing himself, he turned around seeing Jordan and the sexy smile on his face, Daniel laughed and beckoned him over to join him. Jordan dried himself off as Daniel went out to get coffee, he sat on the bed to check emails when he saw the notification appear on his phone's screen. He had been silent on all social media since leaving LA so it was only a matter of time before people started asking questions. He unlocked and opened facebook and saw Mario's posting to him, as tempting as it was to answer he saw the location of where the posting originated from. He wasn't that stupid to realise that Mario was not in his usual location for that time of morning, instead he was at the same place where his posts use to show. Somehow Sage had got hold of Mario that was the only reason he could think of. He sat contemplating for a moment before he went to the settings and hit the delete account button and put the phone down. Mario was refreshing facebook when his post disappeared and Jordan was no longer showing, he quickly searched through but all the posts had gone. He tried to search by name but only random Jordan's showed up, he turned to Sage and told him that Jordan has deleted his account. Sage fumed as he knew Jordan would have seen the post but without him posting anything he would have no idea where he had gone. Daniel was enjoying coffee on the veranda as Jordan walked out through the lounge on to the veranda to join him. They kissed as Anderson came over with a coffee cup for Jordan, he told Daniel about the posting and how he knew Mario was doing Sage's work at tracking him down. They had a good laugh about it over breakfast but Jordan was still worried and even more so about Mario's welfare. He was a nice guy and had enjoyed their sex together but if Sage really had got hold of him he would soon spiral out of control under his influence and control. The sun was shining brightly and a light breeze wafted through the palm trees on the beach, Daniel and Jordan were sat at the beach bar with Nicky, Kit, Steve and Callum. Nicky keeping an eye on their children playing at the waters edge with some other children. The beach was fairly busy as the hotel was running at full occupancy. Their talk was mostly around the previous evening causing laughter as they forged closer friendships in their group. Steve and Callum were still a little in awe at becoming friends with Nicky and Kit, several times they had to kick themselves to believe this was really happening. Not only having the holiday of a lifetime but making some nice friends on the way. The bursts of laugher causing other guests to look over with a little tinge of envy wishing they could be in the group with the movie star. One guest was standing several meters away and taking photos of the beach setting and posting it on their twitter feed, the scene was of the palm trees, blue sea and white sand looking towards the beach bar. It captured the moment in full brilliance including the group of six laughing at the beach bar. Nicky clearly visible along with Jordan and his arm around Daniel, the photo was captioned 'Who said Barbados had nothing to offer #Barbados #Paradise #FamousPeople'. An innocent memory captured in a fleeting moment that would go on to have devastating consequences on the road ahead.

Part 1; I'm a 23 year old neg sex pig, and today was no exception, I was feeling fucking horny as HELL. So, into the shower, wash, and a real thorough douche of my sweet round ASS that I am very proud of, I should be, I work it out regularly enough, then, off I went to my usual sauna haunt. Ben was on the counter. - Hey Ben, how ya doing? - Hey Ollie. GREAT thanks. How are you mate? - I'm doing very good thanks. Too fucking Horny though. - Really. What brings you here then ... He said, being silly We both laughed. I paid my entrance. Given the usual locker key, and towel, and off to the locker area I went. BUT, today was different than usual. A guy in full Leather Gear (Chaps, Boots, and a Leather Waistcoat) was lurking around, drinking a Beer. He was also wearing a Cock-Ring that housed a massive bulging with veins erection. What made this look even HOTTER, was, he was skinny, gaunt, yellow, and a big Bio-Hazard tattoo above his naval. This Man screamed Danger. He screamed Death. BUT FUCK, I was already intoxicated! I found my locker, and got undressed and out of the corner of my eye I could see DANGER Man just staring! I locked up, wrapped my towel around me, and went to walk to the spa when I heard . - OI, cunt, stop right there!!! He kinda startled me, and part of me was saying to myself, 'fucking walk Olllie', a natural reaction I guess if the brain senses danger. BUT, as said, I was already intoxicated. So I froze. He came up from behind, and ripped my towel off letting it fall to the ground. - FUCK Yeah. One peachy round ASS! He slapped each cheek hard, then he parted them, spat on his fingers, and made my CUNT wet. He then inserted a finger. I gasped. - Sweet Jesus. You are one super tight Bitch! Right, get ya towel back on, and come with me to my private cabin. I am your very own private AIDS Daddy for the afternoon. I got my towel back on, and started following him as he walked off. I was filled with utter Fear. Yet, I was filled with an immense erotic intense excitemenT ?☣️?

The first time I was ever fucked in the ass was also the 1st time I ever smoked a bowl of meth. The combination of tina and a gorgeous Latino guy with a thick curving cock put me in a very sleazy mood. He fucked me with a condom for my first time but that was before we smoked that bowl of tina. After I got high, he barebacked me. That first squirt of hot cum flipped a switch in me. As soon as his cum filled my hole, I knew beyond any doubt that I was a bottom, a total cum craving, cock hungry slut. A mere 12 hours after i took that first cock in my ass, I was at a bathhouse straddling a man old enough to be my grandfather, my mouth wrapped around his cock, my fingers deep inside his asshole, desperately fingering his prostate so I could get him to squirt a few more delicious drops of cum into my mouth, all while the semen of half a dozen men dribbled out of my bare ass. That was 5 months ago. In the intervening months I've smoked, booty bumped and slammed my way into sex with a least a hundred men, . I've begged for cock. And I've also come to the realization that I never wanna stop being Tina addicted junkie cum

At 24:00 hours tonight my brother is on his own and I will have done my job.

PART 7 The next day, I relived the experience at Tim’s. I had almost no regrets. The hiv thing scared me, but not enough to keep me from already looking forward to more. I thought about what had happened after we had fucked. Tim really seemed to like fucking me. He asked me again about the hiv thing and reminded me that In the moment, I had not only been ok with it, I had asked him for it. For his poz cum. Those words were going thru my head a lot. I knew I had said it. And the words had a weird effect on me now the next day. They scared me and made me hArd. It was totally messing with me. And I was still totally getting the “stop doing this, this is crazy” messages In my brain, but I had jerked off three times in the last 18 hours since his cock had ejaculated into me. And I was still horny. I wanted him, even still a little sore, I wanted to get fucked. By 8 that night, I was online and messaging Tim, but he wasn’t on. I waited and waited til almost ten. He must have been busy and I couldn’t just show up. I was so horny at this point, so eager to service him, to worship cock. I figured I would give it a few more minutes. My Dick was rock hard and sex was leading all thoughts. I didn’t see any hot guys on the site . I signed off and as I did, a thought occurred to me. I had driven by it many times and it was only twenty minutes Away, in the business district. I wasn’t even sure if the stories were true about the adult book store, that it was mostly a place for gay guys to hook up. Something about a maze of private video booths with 100 different pornos to pick from and that guys would go into the booths and fuck and suck. The owner of the place was gay and actually encouraged it. It sounded like an urban legend that was fake but what if it wasn’t? What if there were some hot guys, older guys like Tim, just there horny and looking to meet someone to fuck right there in the store? At 10:30 that night with a rock hard teenage cock and a hole that had just become addicted to raw man sex, it didn’t even seem like I had a choice. Even though I was literally so nervous I was nauseous, I was on my way. I was barely past my 18th birthday and on my way to my first adult book store, where I hoped that everything I heard was true and that I was on my way to meet a stranger I hoped would want to fuck me. I didn’t pretend or lie to myself. I wanted to get fucked by an older guy, no condom and no pulling out. And I wanted it so bad.

Part 2 After that night of the homecoming, Mark and I had become really good buds. I'd see him often at his brother Ray's house, which I regularly visited. Mark and I would sneak off here and there and have some fun giving each other bro-jobs. He started dating this really cute girl, who was a few inches shorter than he was and had a massive rack on her. Her tits were firm and perky, and he'd tell me how they fucked all the time and all the details. It turned me on every time he'd talk about it, and he knew it. He loved getting me hard without touching me, particularly when other people were around. He'd laugh to himself every time he knew he got me to bone up. One night, Mark, Ray, Ray's girlfriend, and I were all at Ray's house drinking and having a good time on that same sectional where Mark and I first experienced each other's mouths. Mark's girlfriend was out of town so we were getting a little drunk, and Ray pulled out a joint. I can't smoke the stuff, but I don't mind if other people enjoy it. I kept drinking, while everyone else got high. They didn't over-do it or anything, they all shared half a joint, and had a light buzz going on. Mark and I could tell Ray's girlfriend was enjoying the high as she began to get more frisky with Ray in front of us. She would playfully rub her tits against Ray and say she wanted him to cum on them. She grabbed Ray's cock through his shorts and he was blatantly erect. Mark and I just looked at each other and laughed. Finally Ray couldn't handle it any more and yelled at his girlfriend,"Alright! If you're so horny, we're going upstairs and I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you." She simply got up, took her shirt off and threw it at Ray and walked up the steps. Ray looked at Mark and I with big eyes and said,"well, I guess I'll see you boys in the morning then." We all laughed as he followed her up to the bedroom. Mark and I were watching tv and having some beers when we heard Ray's girlfriend moaning. Mark laughed and said,"you know who moans like that?" Of course I knew he was talking about his girlfriend, I had heard enough stories by now and I knew what he was he trying to do to me. He was trying to get me hard, so I said,"yeah I know who moans like that, you do, when I stick this fat cock up your ass." His smile faded and I thought to myself I'd crossed a line, but he took a big swig of his beer and said in a very shaky voice,"we can find out." Now MY smile was erased, and yup, you guessed it, I got hard as steel in seconds. He looked down at my crotch and laughed,"I knew that would do it." I quickly quipped,"Don't tease me, unless you're gonna please me." He got up from the couch, walked over to where I was seated, leaned down and whispered in my ear,"I know where Ray's roomie keeps his condoms and lube, you're gonna fuck me tonight." I didn't know if he was just high and trying to one-up me or what, so I played right along, and pulled my face back from his ear, grabbed his face with my hands and pushed my tongue into his mouth. If he was trying to shock me, I wasn't going to be outdone. He didn't resist, in fact, he sat down on my legs and started kissing me back. His mouth tasted like beer and weed, but gosh damn, I loved it. He was wearing basketball shorts and I could easily see he was hard as we made out for the first time. I began to run my hands up the back of his shirt against his skin, pulling him closer to me. I slide one hand down and grabbed his bubble butt, it was so muscular and firm, that I moaned into his mouth, he reached back, grabbed my hand and put it down the back of his shorts. While we kissed and tongued each other I slide my hand down his smooth crack and found his hole. I began to massage it firmly with two fingers. He was smooth, but also slightly...wet? I broke our kiss off and said,"you're wet, you've had something in your ass today when you jerked off just like you used to." Mark replied,"remember the pic I sent you homecoming night of the little red bull can in my hole?" Hell yes I remembered that picture. I jerked off to it all the time. "Well tonight, I used the bigger can, so I could be ready for you," Mark said while he looked directly in my eyes. Okay. So Mark wasn't playing any games with me. He legit wanted me to fuck him tonight. And I was 1000% into it! "Go get those condoms and lube now," I told him. He got up and went to the bedroom. He came out of the bedroom and was looking around like he'd lost something, then went to the kitchen and came back with olive oil and a condom, I looked at the olive oil and he just shrugged and said,"can't find the lube, we gotta make this work. Get naked and lay back, I'm gonna sit on it so you don't tear me a new one." I shucked my clothes and laid back just like he asked as he pulled off his clothes, took the condom out and started rolling it onto my erection. I have a pretty thick cock, so the condom wasn't going down very well. Mark put some oil on my dick and the condom started to slide down it now. It was so tight it almost hurt, but I didn't care, I desperately wanted inside Mark's ass. I guess I always have wanted to be in his ass to be honest. He got on top of me, I started rubbing his legs on both sides of me as he oiled up my condom covered cock and began to sit on it. I knew he already had a big can up his ass earlier today, but fuck was he tight! He would sit down on it just a little bit then come off of it, then back down again, until a few inches were going in and out of his hole. Everything was going pretty well, he came off my cock again, and added more olive oil. This time when he sat down on my cock he put about half of me inside his hole then we seemed to have hit a barrier. My dick was stuck halfway up his tight hole. I could tell he knew we had a problem too. I didn't want this to ruin the moment so I pulled his face toward mine and started to kiss him again. I told him how tight and good he felt, and how I've been wanting this for a long time. He began to relax and get into making out, he adjusted his position so he could kiss my neck, and that's when it happened, his hole gave in, and in one moment I was balls deep inside him. He grunted hard and gave a deep moan against my neck and said,"Fuuuuuuuuucckkkk dude." We stayed like that for a bit, he was breathing into my neck and my cock was literally throbbing inside of him. He started to rock up and down on me now, fucking himself on my cock. He leaned up and sat all the way down on my cock again, this time when he bottomed out I guess my cock head found his prostate because precum poured out of his foreskin. Mark moaned again and the look of pleasure (and maybe some pain) was all over his face. He started riding me faster and breathing hard when all of a sudden I felt it...the condom snapped. I wasn't surprised that it happened because I'm very thick and it was extremely tight on me and Mark used oil as lube which I knew from sex ed degrades latex. What DID surprise me was the fact that Mark felt the condom break too and we froze, locking eyes. "You're all the way in me...bareback now. You're like REALLY inside me." Mark stated I didn't know what to say, I just shook my head "yes" with this dumbfounded look on my face and my mouth hanging open. Mark breathed out,"god it feels so fuckin good, you're huge and you're entirely inside me...raw." He started to ride me again, so I just went with it. I was grabbing his legs and rubbing his body all over, I'd pull him down and into a kiss every half a minute. His cock was still drooling precum when he sat on me fully. We were both getting into this, a lot, when he reached back and grabbed the base of my dick and started to slowly come up off of it. When my head pulled out of his hole it even made a "pop." He pulled what remained of the condom off my cock and said,"follow me." I didn't hesitate, I immediately got up and followed him into the kitchen where he tossed the condom pieces into the trash then bent over the kitchen table. I came up behind him and looked down at his big muscular ass, saw his tight wet hole and pushed the whole thing up his ass. He let out a big breath,"yesss, fuck my hole." "You want this dick, Mark?" I retorted as I began pounding his ass. My thighs were slapping against his firm ass cheeks as I plowed into him faster and faster. I couldn't handle seeing my cock pistoning in and out of his hole much longer. It felt incredible and I was getting close. I struggled to get the words out,"I'm gonna fucking blow man." Mark was jerking his cock feverishly under the table and moaned out,"fucking don't pull out, just let me finish, cum in me if you have to, but don't stop fucking me!" That was it. That did it. I started blowing a huge load up his ass, and did just as he said, I. KEPT. FUCKING. HIM. As I shot my load up his ass and kept fucking him as fast as I could his whole body tensed up and he was breathing out,"oh god I can feel your cum. fuck. oh shit. oh god. ohhhhhhhhhh!" as he blew his load onto the kitchen floor. I was still fucking him, and to my surprise when I heard him say those words and he started blowing his own load, I began blowing ANOTHER load up his ass,"Mark, I, I, I'm cumming again, oh fuck dude, I'm cumming in you again, ahhhhhhhhhhh." We were both covered in sweat and coming off our orgasm high. We were trying to catch our breath as I slowly pulled out of his ass. He stood up and we just looked at each other like, well, like we just had the best fuck of our lives. Oddly enough, that's when we heard what could only be Ray's girlfriend, having a very loud orgasm upstairs. That snapped us out of our blissful fuck haze and we realized that we were naked in the kitchen, with our clothes in the living room, our bodies covered in sweat with his cum on the floor and my cum leaking down his leg. Mark and I gave each other "oh shit" looks of panic and started cleaning up our mess. We went into the living room and grabbed our clothes, I said,"go to the bathroom and try to push out my cum and get dressed, I'll put something on tv." Mark had just walked out of the bathroom before we heard Ray coming down the stairs. Mark sat down on the sectional on the other side across from me and Ray just laughed and said,"damn, I fucked her so good it smells like sex down here too." Mark and I laughed too. Ray grabbed us all beers and sat in between us on the sectional and started watching the football game. Mark had pulled up his legs onto the couch while he drank his beer, I looked over at him, and he winked at me, slide his hand down to his shorts and pulled them up enough for me to see his wet hole with my cum still around it. He just did it for a second, but it got me hard anyway, and he just chuckled into his beer can as I grabbed a pillow to cover up my boner.

PART 4 I heard from Tom later that the two of them were fucking regularly. I still was too. I encouraged a few of my other fuckbuddies to approach him on BBRTS as well. I told them he was skittish, but he responded well to assertiveness. To my surprise and delight, he did hook up with a couple of them who were undetectable, but he avoided the ones who weren't. After a few weeks, I asked him at the end of one of our sessions whether he'd ever been to the baths. "A couple of times, " he said. "And what happened?" I asked. "I was too shy and nervous, nothing happened." "You were turned on by the atmosphere, though weren't you?" I told him. He nodded. I told him the next time we got together I was going to take him there, it would be good for him. On the appointed day, we met in a coffee shop. He was visibly nervous. I told him to relax, that he was going to have the same good time we always had, just in an environment that would heighten the sexual charge, in close proximity to other rutting men. We walked over to the baths, down the stairs, and I booked us a room. I left the condoms offered on the counter, and guided him by the ass through the door. This was a place I knew well. I picked it because it was the bathhouse in town where there was lots of barebacking. Many of the patrons were tweakers and other users. That had never been my thing, but it meant the action was rather uninhibited. It also meant a fair number of the men were always newly poz. I led him around for a bit before taking him to our room so he could get a feel for the scene. When we got to the room, I told him to take off his clothes, and that we would go take a shower before coming back to fuck. He was still nervous, but the tour around must have accomplished its purpose, as his cock was standing to attention. We put on towels and flip flops and headed to the showers. It was hot to see the other guys checking him out while he showered, but he was too shy to check them out in return. I made a mental note of one guy who showed a particular fancy for him, visibly stroking his meat while trying to make eye contact. He looked a bit rough, but in a sexy way. As we left, I whispered something in the guy's ear. We went back to the room and started getting down to business. I got him to confess that the smell of sweat and poppers and cum turned him on. It also turned him on to think of how many guys had fucked each other on this bed, in this room. After a while I pulled out, and told him I wanted to try something different. He looked perplexed. I said, there's a place in here called the shooting gallery, where guys line up to get their cocks sucked. It's not very busy now, but there might be a little action there and I think you will enjoy watching while you're sucking my cock. Then we can come back here and I'll seed you. He looked a bit anxious, but I knew by now he was going to go along with what I wanted. I took him over to the shooting gallery. In fact, it was empty. I told him not to worry, that sooner or later a few others would come along. I positioned him on one side, and went around to the raised platform to offer him my cock. After he sucked me for a while, I saw the guy from the showers lurking in the distance. I took my cock out of his mouth and told him to stay where he was. I walked around to the other side, behind him, and took off his towel. Before he could react, I slid my cock in his ass. As he was getting used to the fucking, the guy from the showers stepped onto the platform and offered him his cock to suck. I was glad to see he took it. While he was being spit roasted, out in the open, the guy from the showers fed him a few hits of poppers. I could feel him relaxing into the moment. I nodded to the guy, who then removed his cock, and came around behind to join us. I lifted my new initiate up to look at him. "Can I fuck you?" the guy asked. He turned around and looked at me. "You should say 'yes'," I said, as I removed my cock from his ass. "Yes," he said very softly. The guy assumed the position, and slid in his cock. I fed them each a hit of poppers, and then returned to the platform to get my cock sucked, encouraging them on in their fucking. In a while the guy said, "I'm gonna fucking shoot," and bucked in his ass. He then slid out, wiped off, thanked him for the fuck and left. I let him suck my cock for a bit, then removed that and took him back to our room. He was trembling. So I got him on his back, soothed him for a bit, tasted the stranger on his ass and then slid myself back in. "It was really hot seeing you go for it like that," I said, "particularly when you didn't know his status." He looked at me, lost in the fuck, and after a while said, "I guess I've crossed a line there." I started thrusting harder, probably as hard as I had with him. In hindsight I think I wanted to rough him up a little to let that guy's cum seep in. I guided his hand to his throbbing prick. I stared in his eyes and told him, "You did cross a line, and I'm fucking proud of you, in time you're going to be a real barebacker, a poz barebacked like me." And with that, I added my own load to the stranger's, and he jerked and shot all over himself at the same time. When we'd come down from the orgasm, I told him that as before it was likely that he'd experience episodes of shame and regret, but as before, the hotness of what he'd done would help him overcome those feelings, and drive him back for more, drive him back to his true sexual self. I was right about that. He put me off with lame excuses for a couple of weeks after our adventure at the baths. I let it go a couple of times, then I confronted him with it. He told me that he felt he should stop this, that it was going to far. I told him, "I've seen you being fucked bare and I know that you are not going to be able to stop doing it forever. Maybe you could for a while. But eventually you will give into your desire in the same way you did when you realized you were gay. It's just who you are. And that means that one day you will convert. You will end up poz. And I predict that when you do, your only regrets will be about the years you sought to deny yourself to yourself." He said he'd think about what I had to say. After a few days he and I hooked up, and he told me he realized I was right about him. Entirely. I took him back to the baths a few more times after that. The next time I got us a sling room and left the door open. A few guys joined in. The time after, I fucked him in the steam room and a few others followed. The third time, I coaxed him into the orgy room and he must have taken 10 loads. After that, he didn't need me to take him, and started going to the baths on his own. And he stopped status selecting for hook ups. He converted after about 8 months. By then he wasn't afraid of it anymore. He accepted it was going to happen. He'd already told me that he was grateful for my help, that he'd become a lot less shy and anxious generally in his life, and ready to be a man. In fact, he ended up together with Tom, and they're married now. They're one of those couples who truly respect each other's sexuality. They play together and apart, fucking when they want to, and enjoying the other's slutty escapades. I told him that if he was really grateful for what I'd done, the best thing he could do to honour it was to do the same for someone else, which he has promised to do.

PART 3 It took a bit of pressure, and he did back out once or twice, but I got him to fuck again. After a couple of weeks I could tell he was getting pretty comfortable with the situation. I even got him to flip a couple of times and shoot his neg load in my ass. He wasn't a natural top, but had potential. After one of our sessions, I asked him, "So, have you been fucked bare by anyone else?" He replied he he had not. "Why not?" I asked. "It makes me nervous," he said. "But you think about it a lot, don't you? Especially when you're cumming" which I put more as a statement than a question. He admitted he did. "I have a fuckbuddy Tom, who is also undetectable," I said. "I think he would like you and I think you would like him. For our next session, I'm going to invite him to join." Even though he had just cum, I could see his cock stiffen at the prospect. I told Tom what I was up to, and he was open to the opportunity, so I set up a meeting at my place the following weekend. I had Tom come over early and we had a beer and made out while we waited for our new initiate to arrive. Tom is mid 30s, medium-to-short height and built like a football player. Tom's cock is of medium length, but very thick, and he has a very muscular ass. When he arrived, I could see he liked Tom and was turned on by the situation. I told him to undress and show us his boyish body. He was nervous, but I think he liked doing a little striptease for us. His cock was rock hard. I had him turn around, bend over and show us his hole. Tom and I took our cocks out and started stroking them. I told him to do a hit of poppers and tell Tom what kind of sex he likes. As he stared at Tom's cock, he replied "I like bare fucking. I like to slide my raw cock in a guy's hole; I like the feel of a raw cock in my ass; I also love it when a guy cums inside me; that feels like exactly how sex should be for me." "You've also been thinking about other raw cocks, haven't you?" I asked. He nodded. "Why don't you ask Tom about what he likes?" I said. He did as I instructed. I told him to go over and suck on Tom's cock while he got his answer. Tom said, "I'm your basic poz bareback slut. I only fuck raw; I only get fucked raw; I particularly like getting loaded by a group of guys and feeling my ass so full of their cum that it leaks down my leg; and I love just watching a bare cock fucking another slut's ass." As Tom was saying this, he was reaching around to stroke and finger our new initiate's ass. Tom and I then took turns eating him out, each shucking our clothing while the other ate ass. While I was rimming, Tom said, "Damn you've got a beautiful ass; it tastes great; and it looks great with a tongue deep in it." Looking-up from the ass I was eating, I said it was about time Tom got to explore that fine ass with his bare cock. I fed the boy a big hit of poppers while Tom slid in from behind. As they got into the rhythm, I asked how it felt to be fucked by a second bare cock. "Different," he said, "thicker than you, and with a different style." I told him that it was good for him to understand that different bare tops felt different. Variety, after all, is the spice of life. I told him that you can really tell the difference without the discomfort of latex in the way. After a while, Tom pulled out to let me in, and he sucked Tom's cock, his first spit roasting. We traded a few times, in different positions, then while I was fucking him, I pulled out and said, "Before either of us cums in you, I want to show you something, I want you to see what two poz guys barebacking looks like." Tom presented his ass to me, and I gave it a good licking, before sliding my already slick dick inside. Tom was moaning in ecstasy, and he was mesmerized. "Look how free and in the moment Tom looks as I ride him, " I said, "he's not conflicted at all." Tom looked at our initiate, smiled and grunted in assent. "I'm like that too," I said, "and I wouldn't have it any other way." After a bit, I had him switch with me fucking Tom. While he was doing so, I slid into his ass for a little daisy chain. He came in Tom's ass almost immediately. Clearly he had been really turned on by our little show. When he'd recovered, I told him I wanted him to take Tom's load followed by mine. He was a little over-sensitive after having shot, but he took it like a man. Tom had him on his back on the carpet, looking in his eyes really lustfully. Tom tensed up, and then blew big time. When Tom recovered, he withdrew, and I cleaned Tom's cock, sharing its taste with the boy. Then I slid in for my final thrusts. "Your ass is slick with cum," I said as I looked deeply in his eyes, "with the cum of another barebacker … like you." As he smiled, I shot deep into him. The three of us cuddled for a while. I told the two of them they seemed to have really good chemistry, and they should definitely exchange numbers and try fucking as a twosome. Tom planted a big kiss on him and said he'd like that very much. To be continued …

PART 1 I don't remember when I first noticed his profile on BBRTS, but he was just my type: early 30s, boyish physique, nice round ass, big cock. I was like that at his age. Now I'm a decade older, more muscular and leaner. I messaged him a few times suggesting we hook up. Each time he said he wanted to, but made some lame excuse for why he couldn't just then, and said he hoped we'd do it another time. I noticed that he checked out my profile frequently when I wasn't on. My profile says I'm undetectable and I have no preference as to status. His said "ask me" for both. This was behaviour I recognized. The next time we messaged, it was the same routine. But this time, after he made another lame excuse, I took things in a different direction. This was our exchange of messages: me: I don't think that's really the reason you're putting me off. him: What do you mean? me: I think the real reason is that you're neg and you have a major internal conflict - you're obsessed by barebacking, but you're terrified of where your desire could lead you. You want it bare so bad, but you're too afraid to give in, afraid to end up poz. At the same time, there's a secret part of you that actually wants to end up poz, so this conflict would end, so you could live an authentic sexual life as a promiscuous barebacker. But you're ashamed of that part of you and often wish it would go away; that you could just find a partner to be exclusive with and leave this desire behind. Am I right? him: Yeah. How did you know? It's like you read my mind. me: I went through the same thing. Lots of guys on here have. The next thing I'm supposed to do is to say: it's cool, that I won't pressure you, but that if you ever want to chat about it, including in person with no sexual obligation, I'm open to that. But when I was in your situation, that's not what I wanted. I wanted to be pressured. I wanted help getting over the conflict. And I would like to help you, if that's where you are too. him: I don't know … I think it probably is where I am, but I don't know if I'm ready. me: Here's what I want you to do for now: as I'm sure you know, since I'm undetectable, there's very little chance you would convert if we fucked bare. I want you to get yourself some fresh poppers and I want you to use them while jacking off to my profile. At the same time I want you to think about the fact that you could take my cock bare in your ass, you could take my seed without confronting all your fear. I want you to tell yourself "I can do that", and see how it feels. That's all for now. Will you do that? him: I've never done poppers before. me: Give them a try. Look up the potential side effects if you're concerned and then do what I suggest. him: Okay, well no promises. me: I'm not asking you to do much. him: No, I understand that. I'll try. me: Good. Chat soon. With that, I logged off, confident of where this would lead. To be continued …

The guy last night wasn’t the first chubby guy who’s B.B. cherry was taken by me. A few years ago, I met up with a chubby ginger bear who had mainly only topped. He would bottom on occasion but it was either wrapped, or he’d have the guy pull out. He wanted to see what it was like to be bred. I was game to flip fuck and give him his first load. It was a hot session with us flipping back and forth. After about 15 minutes, I decided to give him what he wanted and blew a huge load up his ass. It was such a turn on for him that he fucked me hard and blew his load up my ass. He became addicted to getting bred and became more versatile after our hookup. He became poz 6 months later.

Part 2:The hour is up Finally an hour later and there was a knock at my door. Daddy arrived wearing almost nothing. A pair of shorts that showed a big bulge. Flip flops and no shirt. I had on a towel and a smile. I opened the door and Daddy removed my towel and forced me on all fours. He has me crawl in front of him to my room and then climb on the bed with my ass in the air. He then pulled out a toothbrush and put it in his mouth to get it wet. After he got it just wet he spat on my hole and rammed the toothbrush up my ass. It hurt but I knew his purpose. He brushed inside my ass for about 10 minutes and when he pulled it out it had blood on it. Daddy didn't waste any time. He yanked his shorts off and rammed his cock up my ass. Daddy was there to infect me and he wasn't wasting time. I usually prefer lube when getting fucked but knowing what was happening I loved being fucked without lube and my moans proved it. I was rock hard and within a few thrusts of Daddy's cock I exploded all over my bed. Daddy fucked me for about 15 minutes and then I received it. He shot a load inside of me that he had to have been saving for a while. After Daddy finished I asked if I could clean his cock. Daddy happily obliged and after he was satisfied he pissed down my throat. After that night I waa Daddy's on call boy until I converted. I had to remain faithful to Daddy because he wanted to be the one who converted me. It didn't take long. In just under 3 weeks I got the fuck flu and Daddy stopped by and gave me my congratulatory fuck. I still see Daddy and also his friends. I truly enjoy being an on call boy. Thank you to everyone who is involved with Breeding Zone. This site changed me forever.

Went to Club Columbus today. I changed out of my clothes, grabbed my towel, open the door and stepped into the hall. Before I could close it all the way a sexy, muscular stud walked up to me, grabbed my cock with one hand and my ass with the other. He stepped pass ne into the room and dropped on the bed exposing a beautiful fat black cock! I bent and sucked him fully hard. Within minutes he pulled me up and I impaled myself on his 9.5 inches, balls deep. We had left the door open and a guy with a fat 6 incher came in and the guy breeding me, had me flip on all fours and ordered me to duck the fat white cock while he resumed his pounding of my hole. In short order I had my 1st 2 loads of the day. A little bit later grindr alerted me and there was a top in the club telling me to meet him in the glory hole booths. I felt his cock present to me through the hole and I ducked him to his full 7 inches, then I stood, turned around and slid onto his hardness. I worked his cock with my ass muscles until I heard a distinctive groan and felt him pulsating in my used hole. I got 2 more loads in the glory booths and after a little rest I went back and stuck my cock through to find a warm mouth which was replaced by a tight hole. I fucked him for a while when he asked if I wanted to go to his room. Sure! We got there and I presented my ass to return the favor from the boothand was rewarded with the fattest 8 incher of the day. He gentler worked his oversized, flared co k head in my hole and ducked me for a while, the we flipped and I fucked his tight hole before we flipped back and he blasted a copious load deep inside me. We thanked each other for the use of our holes and I went to shower and head out. Gotta love the bathhouse, not one mention of condoms or question about status! My grindr top thanked me through the app and told me he busted fast because my hole was so tight and felt too good!

Part 76 - By The Old Oak Tree The next few days kept Joe busy. He wondered if Ric ever went through with meeting the client, but he didn’t even know when this week it was supposed to be. After class Thursday, Joe went home and cleaned up and grabbed a bag of things that he had prepared. He checked his phone to make sure there weren’t any last minute issues and saw a message from Ric - “Hey, met client last nite. was really wild. thx” Joe quickly replied “Cool. hope u had fun. u want to do more?” He and Steven drove over and picked up Jaime and then Dakota. Joe then drove over to Luis’s apartment who followed him as he drove out to the farm. Instead of the farm’s driveway, Joe drove a little further to a dirt road that he followed back to a clearing near the creek. They parked the cars and the guys followed him on foot to the tree. It looked just like Joe had remembered it, except that Blaine had staked out a blanket on the ground and had a cooler full of beer and water off to the side. Hanging from one of the strong branches over the blanket was a block and tackle with a rope dangling down and the other side tied off on a stake in the ground. Joe laughed as he dropped his bag to the ground. “Guess we won’t need most of the stuff I brought” Joe said to himself. The guys pulled off their t-shirts and a couple took off their shorts and were standing in just their jockstraps or were naked. Joe grabbed a beer and was taking his second sip when Blaine and Carter came up on dirt bikes wearing just shoes and shorts. Blaine and his brother got off the bikes and walked over to the blanket. “You're not riding safe" Joe told them, chuckling, and then added "Ready for round three?” “Fuck yeah!” Carter yelled out and everyone laughed. Joe reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of leather cuffs and Carter held out his hands and Joe locked them on. He fed the rope through the D ring on each cuff and then knotted the rope on itself. He pulled Carter’s shorts down and Carter stepped out of them. “On your knees” barked Joe and Carter obeyed. Dakota walked up and pulled his cock out of the jockstrap and fed it to the younger brother. The rest of the guys lined up while Joe led Blaine over to the side of the blanket and pushed him down to his knees. Joe unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to the ground. Stepping out of the shorts, he got another pair of cuffs and then cuffed Blaine’s hands behind his back. Luis walked over to the stake and pulled on the rope and Carter pulled off Dakota’s cock and stood up. Luis continued to pull the rope up until Carter was standing with his arms above his head but not stretched out completely. Carter arched his back, pushing his ass out and Dakota spit on his fingers and pushed them into Carter’s waiting hole. He twisted them around, stretching the tight pucker open and generating a loud moan from Carter. Dakota pulled his fingers out and quickly replaced them with his hard cock. All ten inches of Dakota’s thin, cut cock drilled into Carter in one hard stroke. “FUCK!” screamed out Carter but there were only a few people that could hear him and none were going to stop the source of his pain. Dakota held Carter closely, feeling his body spasm and writhe from the invasion of his cock. As soon as Carter settled down, Dakota reached down and grabbed Carter’s cock and whispered into his ear “We’re gonna make sure that cock of yours always shoots a load that has a bug in it.” Dakota could feel Carter’s cock harden as he talked to him. “Please poz me up” begged Carter as he pushed his ass back. Dakota took the cue and pulled back and slammed his cock all the way in again. Carter let out a grunt and Dakota rammed in again. Carter’s hole was throbbing and the pain had ripped through his body, but he needed this to make sure that his body was filled with the bug. His hole was still sore and swollen from when Blaine fucked him the night before and now it was being wrecked even more. Blaine stood there on his knees, watching his brother get fucked by the guy with the long, thin cock. He knew that without any prep his little bro was hurting from the penetration and the subsequent hard pounding. He didn’t notice Joe moving behind him until he felt the spit dribble down his crack and then Joe grabbed his bound hands. He felt the now familiar steel ring press against his fuck hole and had only a moment to relax before Joe also rammed in all the way. Joe’s hard shaft tore into Blaine’s tight ass and Blaine let out a growl. Everyone looked over as Joe had a big grin on his face and his cock planted deep inside Blaine’s ass. Joe started to fuck and watched Dakota drill his dick deep into Carter’s pussy. He matched the pace while holding Blaine’s shoulders. Suddenly, Dakota started to hammer Carter’s hole and Carter yelled out as his hole and inner hole were battered with Dakota’s death stick. With one hard slam, Carter was skewered deep and could feel each throb as Dakota shot ropes of highly charged seed into the boy’s ass. “One in” yelled Joe while he kept plunging into Blaine’s cunt. When Dakota’s orgasm died, he pulled out and was replaced by Luis’s uncut shaft. “Your pussy was so fuckin’ good the other day I had to fuck it again” he whispered into Carter’s ear before adding “Welcome to the club cuz I don’t think you’ll be neg much longer.” “Fuck yeah! Give me more of your dirty seed you fucker” yelled Carter as he thrust his ass back on to Luis’s thick cock. Luis held the boy’s body close as he fucked as hard as he could. He knew that Dakota had him on length, but his cock was thicker and even after Dakota’s fuck, Carter’s hole was tight around his dick. He would pull out and then slam back in, getting a loud grunt from the boy each time. Luis fucked faster and harder until his balls couldn’t hold back anymore and he bear hugged Carter before he dumped spurts of deadly sperm into his hole. Joe was up on his feet, drilling Blaine’s pussy as Juan pulled Luis off the 18 year old, eager to feel the cum filled hole. Juan’s cock was a little longer than Luis’s and about the same 6 1/2 inch circumference. Only a little cum escaped between the two cocks and Juan was pounding Carter within seconds. Everything that Luis had told him was true - the boy could take a pounding and his hole felt like velvet. Juan kept fucking hard and never let up. He would jab his cock in different directions, torturing the boy’s fuck chute with each stroke. Joe let out a howl as he unloaded his first virus filled load of the day into Blaine’s ass. The other guys cheered him on, Jaime adding “Feel that bug take over just like it did me.” The pulses went on for over a minute and Joe never heard Juan grunt as his special seed mixed with the other loads in Carter’s ass. Jaime slid his newly poz cock into Carter as soon as Juan pulled out. He looked over and nodded at Dakota who moved over in front of Carter and dropped to his knees, sucking his rock hard cock into his mouth. While Dakota sucked Carter’s cock, Jaime slid into his cum soaked hole. Jaime stabbed roughly, driving his cock in and forcing the tainted seed into the ravaged walls of his cunt. Dakota just stood there and each time Jaime would drive into Carter, his cock would get slammed into Dakota’s throat. There seemed to be an endless stream of precum dripping out of Carter’s cock and Dakota was eager to lap it up and swallow it. Jaime took more time fucking Carter this time than during Sunday’s session. He loved feeling the other toxic loads coating his shaft and the way that Carter worked his ass on his cock. Eventually though, Jaime’s balls took control and pumped their virus laden contents into the well fucked hole. Spurts of his bug laced seed shot into the walls of Carter’s cunt helping to seal his fate. Steven muttered “Fuck yeah” as he approached Carter, still hanging from the rope and dripping charged cum from his ass. “Just a sec” Joe yelled out. Joe pulled his cock out of Blaine’s ass and unlocked his wrists. He led Blaine over to his brother and said “Raise your hands.” Blaine did as he was told and Joe guided them over to Carter’s wrists. He connected the four wrists together and grinned back at Blaine. The two brothers were facing each other and supporting each other, physically and emotionally. Joe took his place behind Blaine and Steven behind Carter. They both shoved into their bottoms and began to fuck. The smiles on the brothers told everything. They were in this together and knew each other were going to probably see some rough days ahead, but they would make it through it together. Steven tried to keep up with Joe, increasing the intensity when Joe did, pulling out and slamming back in like he did and fucking with the same speed. Over ten minutes later, Joe hammered in another charged load into Blaine’s battered ass and Steven was right behind in seeding Carter’s hole. Steven stood there for several seconds as his breathing calmed and his cock soaking in all the juices. Joe pulled out and slapped Blaine’s ass before reaching up and unhooking his wrists from Carter. Juan was loosening the rope and after Steven pulled out of Carter, the younger brother dropped to his knees, sweating profusely. The brothers sat on the blanket, trying to recover. Joe tossed each a bottle of water and most of the other guys grabbed a beer from the cooler. “We’ll give you a little break before we go for another round” Joe told everyone. Twenty minutes went by and Joe got up. As he reached for the rope, Carter said “Please, Dave, can I get fucked doggy this time?” The group chuckled and Joe replied “Sure, its your breeding. You can take it however you want.” Joe walked over and untied the rope from Carter’s wrists and then disconnected the cuffs from each other. The brothers knelt down facing each other and once again Joe was behind Blaine and now Dakota was behind Carter. One by one the guys fucked, pounded, and drilled Carter’s ass. The blanket was soaked in cum that had been forced out of his ass and replaced with a fresh brew of toxins to attack the boy’s doomed body. The abuse was wearing Carter down, but he knew he only had a couple more guys to go and his ass could take a rest for a few days. He had read dozens of stories about what he could expect over the next few weeks. It could be nothing or it could be a hellish flu or something in between. His brother had only gotten bred by Dave, but he had taken over ten different guys including a guy that had AIDS. Each time he thought about it, Carter’s cock would get rock hard and his ass would squeeze tight around the cock in his ass. He knew his ass would be too sore to get fucked for the next few days and he would probably leave a blood stain on the bed like he did after the other two breedings. He heard Jaime grunt and shake and knew his chute was being painted with another infectious load of cum. A few minutes later, Carter felt Steven slam his cock inside and then began to fuck like a madman. “What do you boys want?” Joe barked out at the brothers. “To get pozzed!” Blaine and Carter yelled back. “And?” Joe asked. “To share our gift!” Blaine grunted back. Steven was pounding Carter so hard he could barely talk. His head was buried into the blanket and he could feel the burn on his cheek from his face rubbing back and forth on it. Steven screamed out as he unleashed his last load of the night into the pool of virus filled spooge in Carter’s cunt. Joe reached his arm around Blaine’s neck and pulled him against his chest and hammered his abused hole. A few minutes later he growled and pumped his fourth load of the day into Blaine. Blaine was milking every drop out as best he could but it was a struggle since his ass was so sore. Joe fed his cock to Blaine’s mouth after he pulled out and Blaine knew his hole was wrecked from the taste he got. Steven did the same to Carter and looked over at Dakota who was licking his lips after having cleaned the other guys cocks earlier. The guys laid around naked, drinking beer until Joe said “I think we should be going or we are going to be lost in this field until morning. Dakota helped Carter get his leg over his dirt bike and they watched the brothers ride off back to the house, standing on the pegs and not sitting on the seat. “Think we did it?” asked Steven. “I’m pretty sure that Carter is knocked up. Hopefully I wrecked Blaine’s hole enough for him to be part of the brotherhood too. Should be an interesting few weeks for them” Joe replied.

Part 2; We went into his private cabin. He locked the door. - You will now call me Sir. Understood? - Yes Sir - Get on your back and hold your legs in the air. He rubbed my cunt I had shaved this afternoon, and spat in my face - I now own you, pig - Sir, you're HOT & Nasty ... FUCK you Man! He slipped a finger into my cunt, located my prostate, and got working on it. My prostate is super sensitive. Add that to being intoxicated by this AIDS Daddy's crazy HOT presence, I was screwed, literally and figuratively! - you poz, boy? - No Sir, but have often fantasized about being pozzed up. It's so wrong, yet, it feels so right - Ever taken Tina boy? - Only once Sir, with my ex, and we fucked all day on it - I guess he was neg then - No Sir, poz, but on medication, and undetectable! - Aaaaaaahh, so he came inside you then, boy - Yes Sir He put tourniquet on my arm and hiT me up with Tina. Oh Fuck, the Tina rush. I was rubbing myself all over, squirming, panting, like some deranged mental patient. He returned to giving me my prostate massage - So, you've had medicated poz cum up your cunt. How about some recharged super-infection unmedicated poz cum boy? - OMG Sir, fuck YEAH. Fucking BREED me! - I'm not just poz boy. I have AIDS. Current viral load is at 13.3 Million copies, with CD4 count at 51. I have had my initial infection since 1989. Plus a new strain on top which is an aggressive one, due to all the nasty very high risk nasty pig action I have had over recent years. Plus Hep C, and Syphilis ... You still want it? - Oh ... My ... God ~ This has been my sick twisted dark fantasy for years and years. To be infected multiple times over with all kinds of nasty stuff for a pig like me. - Do you fucking want my death seed or not, FAGGOT? - Fuck YEAH Sir ~ I am born to serve Alpha Daddies of this world. Especially top end league ones like you I started fingering my cunt

PART 2 I saw him on BBRTS again a few days later. I messaged him and asked whether he had done what I suggested. He told me he had. Our exchange then was: me: And how did it feel? him: I shot the biggest fucking load. me: And in that moment, did you feel like you could do it, you could let me fuck you bare and cum inside you? him: Yeah, in that moment. me: But afterwards you felt ashamed? him: Yeah. me: But then you did it again once or twice. him: Yes. me: Get out the poppers now and take a nice big hit. Then message me back. him: Okay … done. me: I'm going to fuck you today. Give me your address. There was a long pause, but he did send me the address. I told him to keep hitting the poppers and clean out his ass. I'd be there in half an hour, then I logged off, so he wouldn't have time to back out. When he let me in, he was clearly so anxious he was just about shaking. I put my hand on his heart and told him, "It's racing because you are afraid but also because you are excited. Let the fear go and let the excitement take over. You're finally doing this thing you've been thinking about for so long." And with that I gave him a deep tongue kiss. I felt his resistance ebb. He started feeling up my muscular body, and ultimately the cock bulge in my jeans. And then he led us to his bedroom. I had him undress me first and then I took off his clothes. Damn he looked sexy. I had him chew on my nips, lick my pits and then suck my cock. He was a pretty good cocksucker surprisingly. Then I turned him around, and had him get on his hands and knees on the bed so I could eat out his ass. I gave him a long tonguing, with just a little bit of nibbling now and then, and had him hit the poppers a few times. He was in heat. Then I turned him on his back, put a pillow under his butt and put his ankles on my shoulders. I told him, "I'm only going to use a little lube. As you'll see, one of the benefits of bare fucking is that your ass juice and my precum are going to be enough to keep us going." Then I put just a little bit of gun oil on my cock, while he watched intently. Then I said, "Now I want you to take a hit of the poppers and watch closely as I push into you. This is what you've wanted so badly. Look how hot it looks when a big bare cock is sliding into your own ass." He did as I said. His ass felt great. Neither tight as a virgin, nor loose like a confirmed slut. He'd clearly been fucked a fair amount before, and knew how to take it without much difficulty. I stared into his eyes and said, "It feels fucking great, doesn't it?". "Yeah, " he said, "really great." I fucked him that way for a while, then switched to a few different positions, having him take my cock ass to mouth a couple of times to bring home to him that we were really doing this bare. Then I had him back on his back and told him I wanted him to look at my face 'cause I was going to shoot my cum inside him. The look on his face as I got close was great. He was clearly very excited. I thought about what I had planned for this boy, grunted and squirted out a nice big load, deep at first but making sure to leave some of it shallow. I stayed in for a bit, then slipped out. He was in a state of bliss. I told him to start jerking himself off. As he did so, I fingered a little of my load out and had him suck on it. Then I told him to stick his own finger in and feel my cum in his ass. As he did so, he shot -- high enough to reach his shoulder. I lapped up some of it and gave him a deep kiss. We lay there for a while. And I told him that however good he felt now, however proud of himself, later on he would probably feel shame and regret. "It's natural," I said. "But you will go back to thinking about how hot this was and wanting to do it again," I told him, "and we are going to do it again, and after a few times you won't experience the shame and regret anymore." To which he just nodded. To be continued …

I suppose that married guy will be in hospice soon. ???

Found this one on tumblr: http://rough-fuck.tumblr.com/post/177620880024/gayfuckpals-fleshjackbutts-join-this-free

6. JP I woke up as the sunrise crossed from subtle to direct and intense. I woke up early enough during the week that it was sometimes hard to sleep in on the weekends. As I shifted position, a boy pressed his head against my chest. From the innate sense mammals have for their mates, I could tell that the boy was not Cal nor was the boy Jon. Slowly, it came back to me. Jon had brought a new boy over, a boy for us to play with, and with luck, infect. But somehow, it had gone a bit off the rails. The boy was adorable, and his hungry hole had drained us all dry. However, when it turned into a second and then a third load that he milked out of us, there was more than just physical attraction. He looked up at me. "Morning," he said. I leaned in and kissed him. I could taste the other two men in my family. "Morning," I finally replied as I broke off the kiss. My leg was pressed against his groin, and I could feel that he had sprouted morning wood. He pressed it even harder against, still horny from the night before. Behind him, Jon opened his eyes. Cal had gotten up earlier; if I had to guess, his hole had been hungry when he woke up. He would have hit the pipe, then tried to find some random guy to breed his hole. He required a pretty steady diet of sperm to stay satisfied, and even with the two of us, we couldn't always keep up. He would return soon enough, sweaty, disheveled, tweaking, and dripping sperm. Hopefully, by then, some more of the guests would have arrived, and he'd be able to get even more loads from them. "Good morning," Jon said. He leaned in, over Seth's head and kissed me. Then he leaned down and kissed Seth's head. "Hungry boy," he murmured. "Oh?" I asked. "His hole is trying to swallow my dick," Jon said. "You need to get fucked?" I asked Seth. "Please," he said. I reached down and grabbed his butt cheek, pulling it apart and exposing Seth's well-used hole for Jon's raw cock. "Fill me up," he continued. "Careful what you ask for," I said. My fingertips brushed against Jon's dick. It was soft and warm on the outside, but that masked the rigid, stiff core. His shaft was still slippery with the sweat, spit, lube, and cum that had accumulated over the course of the evening and into the small hours of the night. There was a soft gasp from Seth; Jon had penetrated the boy and the fuck had begun. "Mmmmmm," Jon moaned. More of his shaft slid past my fingers. Jon was always horny in the morning. It was the perfect time for Seth to be gifted with another thick and potent load of sperm. "Fucking hot." "Can you feel the cum up there?" I asked. Jon smiled. "Hell yeah," he said. "So much god damned sperm in this boy." "You're a lucky boy," I told Seth. "I know I am," Seth said. He moaned as Jon pushed his dick a bit further. It was a moan of pleasure; I wondered if he'd feel the same pleasure when being fucked at the end of our weekend together. "Your dick. So damn hard. And so fucking deep." "And so completely raw," Jon whispered into his ear, just loud enough for me to hear it over the sounds of the two men fucking. "Raw. And safe," Seth replied. "Fucking perfect." My dick twitched. The night before, Jon and I had replaced most of the poor boy's PReP with harmless and ineffective sugar pills. The occasional live ammunition would make it even worse for Seth; it would help ferment a drug-resistant strain even as he thought it was protecting him. All I needed to do now was to habituate him to skipping doses as well. "Taking it all boy?" I asked. "I am. Every raw inch of it." I leaned in and kissed him. I pressed my tongue into him and forced myself onto him. He accepted me willingly, even sucking me deeper. It was easy to lose myself into the kiss, even more so knowing my husband was fucking him. It was the same feeling we had with Cal. A fourth would be an interesting addition to our small family. "He's gonna cum in me, isn't he?" "Yeah," I said, then kissed him again. We got lost, taking several minutes to remember to breathe, much less continue to talk. "Cum deep in your guts," I said. "That's what I want," Seth replied. Another kiss, another five minutes of intimate pleasure. "His load in my ass." I wrapped my arm around Seth's head, and leaned in to kiss Jon. He was a bit flushed, his face red. He always looked that way, right before he reached orgasm. "Breed him," I whispered to my husband. "That's my plan," Jon said. "Fill him with my cum." I whispered in his ear, this time softly so that only Jon could hear me. "Your hot poz cum," I said. "You know it." He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close, crushing Seth between us. The young man moaned; Jon's cock was being forced even deeper into his body, and he was loving every second of it. "Fucking cumming," Jon grunted, as his body spasmed in uncontrollable pleasure. "Breed him," I grunted. I had kept my hand on Seth's ass; now it was time to hold him tight. My grip was tight enough to keep him from squirming away. It was his destiny to get loaded up by a bunch of poz men, and it would be a pity for him to miss another one of Jon's massive morning loads. "Fill him up." "Fuuuck yeah," Jon grunted. He had hit the point where the only thing that mattered was his dick and the pleasure it was getting from shooting its load into Seth's asshole. "Fuuuuck," he grunted again. Each one was indicated another eruption of pleasure for Jon, and another spurt of hot, thick cum into Seth. "You're cumming in me," Seth moaned. His voice was a bit weak; I wondered just how intense it was for him. "Fucking fill me up with your hot daddy cum." "Take it, boy," Jon said. "Fucking take every drop." Seth had called him Daddy, and that had gotten Jon's dick throbbing even more. Two more spurts landed in Seth before the boy had even had a chance to breathe. "Fucking breeding you, my boy." "Please, Daddy," Seth said, embracing his desires and dreams, and allowing himself the pleasure of being properly fucked by a real man: hard and intense, raw and unprotected, dangerous and euphoric. "Breed me." "Oh, damn," Jon grunted, then sighed in exhaustion. His pace was slowing down, but Seth had gotten a fresh morning load of cum in his ass. "Fucking intense," he said, then kissed me again. There was sweat on his lips, and I could sense the heat rising from his body. "Fucking good boy." "Fucking hard Daddy," Seth said. He nibbled on one of my nipples, and my dick throbbed. Watching my husband fuck a young boy had reminded me of my own morning wood. "Both daddies," he said. Behind him, Jon slowly pulled his dick from Seth's hole. He then rolled onto his side, his arms and legs spread trying to cool down. "You ok?" I asked. "Fine. Just tired." "You got a workout," I said. "As did you," I said to Seth. He smiled and kissed me. "Happy boy?" "Yeah. But hungry. Daddy dick is filling, but it just leaves you wanting more." "Careful there, boy," Jon said. He was still breathing heavily. "Can I get some food?" Seth asked. "Sure," I said. "You know where the kitchen is, right?" "Yep." He climbed to his knees with surprising dexterity, especially for one freshly fucked, and literally not even out of bed yet. "Take what you need. And come back and let me fuck you," I said. I grabbed my cock and felt how hard it was. Seth paused for a second stepping off the bed. He reached back and grabbed his ass, pulling it aside for me to admire his asshole. There was a smear of white spooge against a light spray of hair. My dick throbbed. "Will do, Sir," Seth said. My dick dripped when I heard him call me Sir. I looked over and saw Jon staring at my cock. He looked up and waited for Seth to step out of the room. "I saw that," he said. He rolled over next to me. "You liked him calling you Sir," he said. He reached down, and ran his finger over the tip of my dick, lubricated by my pre-cum. "Really liked it," he said, and then licked his fingers clean. "Or Daddy," I said. Jon reached down and continued to stroke my dick. It was still hard, and even the light stimulation from Jon caused another drop of cum to form. "Yeah," Jon said, and trailed off for a second. He continued to gently fondle my stiff staff. "Daddy." He leaned up against me and nibbled my ear. I turned towards him and we kissed. "Big daddy dick," he said, running his finger along the length of my shaft. "Poz daddy dick," he mumbled, before I stuck my tongue back in his mouth. "Charged up poz dick," I said. "My man need a recharge?" I asked. I was looking forward to getting my dick into Seth again, but there was more than enough cum in my heavy balls to make all the men in my life happy. "Yeah," Jon said. "You gonna shoot that infected spooge into my raw hole?" The dirty talk, so explicit about the virus we both carried, was turning me on. "Hell yeah. Re-charge my drug-free husband?" "Re-charge, yes. Drug-free, hopefully not," Jon said. Memories of the night before came back to me. I remembered dumping out Seth's PReP. I remembered Jon saying he was going to stop taking his HIV meds. I remembered being hard as a rock at the implications of what we were doing. "Wait. You're gonna take meds today?" I asked. "Of course not," Jon said. "Seth deserves our most potent fluids." He rolled over and opened the bed table drawer. I smiled. "But drug free?" he said as he produced a glass pipe and a torch. "Not if I can do anything about it." With his free hand, a bottle of poppers also appeared. "Wanna start the party?" "Only if I can breed your raw hole," I said. I already knew the answer to the question. "Fuck yeah," Jon said. He sat up in bed, and held the glass pipe up to the window, examining how much was still left in the bowl. "More than enough for us," he said. He lit the torch and held it under the bowl, expertly rolling it and pulling the flame. It was only a few seconds before the first tendrils of white smoke leaked out. "This is going to be fun," he said. He wrapped his lips around the stem, and inhaled deeply. I could see the bowl empty. He paused for a second, and it refilled. He emptied it several more times; I was too distracted by his ass to count them properly. "Fuck," he grunted, and a small cloud escaped from his mouth. Then he leaned in, and pressed his lips against mine. He exhaled, forcing the thick cloud into my lungs. I gasped, but managed to get most of the cloud. We continued to kiss, exhaling and inhaling the cloud between us. Jon pressed his body against me. His cock was still semi-hard from fucking Seth. It felt good to feel him against me, especially as my cock slipped between his legs, and eagerly sought out his hole. "Fuck," I said. "I want to get inside you." "I want you in me," Jon said. "Fucking me." "Breeding you," I said. "Recharging me," Jon mumbled. The tina was just hitting my brain, and my dick was throbbing. "Repozing you," I said. I reached over for the pipe; Jon handed it over. It was still lightly smoking, so I put it in my mouth. Jon held the torch under it, and within a second or two, my lungs were sucking in the thick clouds. "Mmmmmm," I muttered, waiting for the bowl to re-fill. "Help you pass it on to Seth," he said, dreamily. I could tell the tina was hitting him as well. It was a good feeling; our thoughts were getting sleazier and sleazier, and our bodies aroused and ready to follow those thoughts to their logical conclusion. But yet, I didn't want us to get too high yet. The entire weekend stretched out before us, a weekend full of partying and playing and pozzing. I nodded, and Jon killed the torch. I handed the still-warm pipe to Jon, who managed a still respectable hit. We kissed again, and swapped the cloud back and forth. "This is nice," he finally said. "I'm still going to fuck you," I replied. I exhaled the last of the cloud, and it slowly drifted down, and then off the bed. "Still going to fuck you hard." "And raw," Jon said. I rolled him over onto his back, and maneuvered myself between his legs. Instinctively, he grabbed his ankles, and spread his legs wide. I just let my dick follow the path outlined by Jon's muscular, hairy thighs. It led directly to his hole and I let my cockhead rest there for a second. "Re-charge you with my cum." Jon reached down and felt my dick, carefully positioning it so it could slide into his hole. "Your poz cum," he said. "Fucking potent poz cum." I tensed my thighs, just enough to push my dick an inch or two forward. It was all the force that I needed. My dickhead slid easily into Jon's hole, and the two of us moaned softly as my shaft slid into his tight, warm, raw hole. "I'm inside you." "Fucking me," Jon said. I leaned in, pushed a few more inches of my dick into him, and then kissed him. "Fucking me with that fat daddy cock," Jon said, when I finally let him catch his breath. He stared at me, his brilliant green eyes flashing in the morning sun. "I love you," he said. "I love you too," I replied. It was all too easy to love a man who took my cock like Jon did, and then would return the favor with even more intensity and passion. "Love the way my pozcock feels in your hole." "Last night," Jon began. I knew what he was going to talk about. "Your numbers." I was right. "Yeah?" I asked. I had just gotten blood work back. My viral load was high and my T-cell count was low. It was not a good combination. "Are you?" He paused for a moment, hesitating. "You know. Go for it." "Full-blown?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "Full-blown." I could tell he was being careful not to put any emotion into it. He wanted this to be my decision. But it was hard for him to hide the way he was stroking his dick. Surprisingly, for a man who had both just shot his load and just hit the crystal, his cock was getting hard. "AIDS," he said. "I don't know," I said. I pressed my dick deep into him. My cockhead twitched, and a few drops of pre-cum landed in his gut. "It's scary. But also, exciting." "Yeah," Jon said. He smiled again, pulled me close, and kissed me. It was close and familiar, the product of years of fucking and loving. "You know, not matter what, I'm here for you. No matter what you choose." "And your ass?" "Will always welcome your cock. You know. I took your cock neg. I took your cock poz. And I'll take your cock with full-blown AIDS as well." "Fuck," I grunted, shoving my cock deep into my husband's ass. "I love you." "I love you too. I want you to cum in me." Jon wrapped his legs around me, and pulled himself onto my cock. A bolt of sexual energy ricocheted out of my dick, across my body, and landed in my brain. "Fucking give me your AIDS load," he grunted into my ear. "You want it?" I moaned. "You want my AIDS cum?" I asked. I was pounding my dick into him relentlessly. I don't know why I even thought the question. I had past the point of no return, and there was no way I could stop myself. Jon, of course, was hungry for my dirty, infected poz load. "Breed me," he said. "Fucking breed me with that AIDS dick. Fill me with your foul and toxic cum." He tightened his legs around me and held me fast. He was holding me tightly enough that it was hard for me to even move, much less pull out far enough that even a drop of my deadly poz cum would drip out of his hole. "Make me your poz bro. Your infected husband." My dick was throbbing. These were some of the darkest and most depraved fantasies that we had, the ones where we would infect each other, spread it to our friends, and gift it to utter strangers. These were the fantasies that Cal had help us make real and the same fantasies that crystal made more intense and arousing. "Fuck," I grunted. "Your hole is hungry for it." "Give it to me," Jon moaned. "Fucking breed me. Knock me up. Give me your disease." I leaned in, and we kissed. I was dripping a steady stream of pre-cum into Jon's hole. Several years ago, the two of us had hooked up with a doctor. Tweaked out on crystal, the three of us had started talking about pozzing. He had told us about his patients, how the men would tell him first about playing around with tina. Then the men had told him about barebacking when they were high. Finally, he would tell each of them that they were poz. We smoked another bowl together, sharing stories of partying and barebacking. Finally, Jon had asked the doctor if pre-cum was enough. The doctor had taken samples of each of our pre-cum and showed us under an old microscope just how many sperm were there. "Enough to get a girl pregnant," the doctor had said. "Or infect a twink," he had also added. Ever since, Jon and I had treasured these longer moments of exchange. It allowed us to build and strengthen the fluid bond between us, without the pressures and aftermath of a release. Even so, invariably the resulting orgasms were the biggest and most intense we shared. "Mmmmmm," I moaned. "You want to share another hit?" I asked. Jon smiled. He knew exactly how another hit from the glass pipe would impact our love-making. The talk would get dirtier and we would push each other to greater extremes. I couldn't help but wonder about Seth. The young man had taken multiple loads from all three of us last night, and then, Jon and I had destroyed the only thing that was protecting him from us. Both things had been ideas cooked up in previous tweaked-out party sessions. What would we think up this evening? "Yeah," Jon said, jolting me back to reality. He reached over and grabbed the pipe and torch. We sat up a bit, making it easier for him to heat up the bowl. It quickly started smoking, and he stuck the stem of the pipe in his mouth. As he inhaled and tasted the familiar smoke, he closed his eyes and smiled. "Fuck, this is nice. You inside me," he said between breaths draining the bowl. "My poz cock," I murmured, as he continued to suck down gulps of clouds. Finally, he nodded, and I took the pipe from him. It was still warm, so I took a few quick hits. "Maybe my AIDS dick," I said as I adjusted the torch. The drugs were filling my lungs, and just beginning to hit my brain. The crystal was amplifying the HIV already lodged there, and sending signals directly to my cock. It was all-consuming; all I wanted to do was breed. I kissed Jon, and we swapped spit and clouds, letting all of the drug fill our body. The warmth was spreading outward from my cock and only re-enforcing my erection. "Fuck," I moaned. My dick stiffened. "I want to breed you," I grunted. "Do it," Jon replied. "Breed me hard." "I want to breed Cal." "Do it, man," Jon replied to me. "Breed him deep." I shoved my dick deep into Jon's raw hole. "I want to breed Seth," I said. I said it on auto-pilot, but I suddenly realized that I had meant it all. I wanted to breed my husband, of course. And, clearly, I wanted to breed our young boy. But I also wanted to breed this brand-new boy as well, and I wanted to breed him in the same breath as these critical men. "You wanna breed Seth?" Jon arched his brow at me, but then smiled. "One rule." It was my turn to look quizzical, but Jon continued. "One rule. As raw as possible," he said, smiling. My cock twitched, and more pre-cum dripped into Jon's hole. "Of course," I said, and kissed him again. It was hard to imagine life without Jon. It was horribly trite, but he wasn't just my husband, but also my best friend, closest confidant, and indispensable therapist. He usually knew what I needed long before I realized it. "You need another hit," he said. "A big one," he continued. "Before you breed Seth with that thick, hard cock of yours." "Poz cock," I mumbled, as I picked up the pipe and fumbled with the torch. "More than that," Jon said. "Fucking AIDS cock." Between my arousal and the crystal, my head was spinning and my dick was throbbing. It seemed all I could think about was spreading my seed and my virus. I wanted Jon to get it; I wanted Cal to get it; and, of course, I wanted Seth to get it. Nevertheless, I still managed to get the torch lit, and melted the tina. I stuck the pipe in my mouth and inhaled. "Big hit for me, my love. And a bigger hit for Seth." I inhaled slow and deep, letting the potent drug fill my lungs and seep into my bloodstream. I savored the hit. Before the day was done I would introduce Seth to these pleasures of crystal. I wondered how far the drug would push him and what dark fantasies would be uncovered. "That's it," Jon said. His voice was gentle, yet firm. It was impossible for me to deny him anything, even when it was a drug-fueled sexually depraved fantasy. Or maybe, especially when it was a party and play sexual fantasy. "Get tweaked for me. And get Seth tweaked for all of us." I paused a second, lowering the torch to avoid burning the tina. "And plant some toxic seed in that fertile ass," I said. I stuck the pipe back in my mouth, and inhaled a thick cloud. "Fuck," I grunted, and dutifully inhaled another cloud. I was able to do a third before my lungs filled up. "But not before I plant one inside of you," I said. I held the hit for at least a minute. I put the pipe to the side, and gently slow-fucked Jon's hole with my cock. Even as early into the party as I was then, I was still utterly tweaked, and the additional hit would only make it worse. "Re-infect me, my poisoned man," Jon said. He squeezed his ass around my shaft. I was trying to hold off, but I was getting pushed closer to the edge. "I know you've got plenty of loads up there," Jon said. "Fuuuck," I moaned, exhaling the thick cloud. It took a second before I could see Jon again. It was a bigger hit than I should have done, but I was beyond caring about that. I needed to share my gift. "I'm getting close." Last time I had partied like this, I had cum at least five times before I lost count. There would be plenty for both Jon and Seth. "Cum in me," Jon grunted, squeezing my dick. I grunted. "Fucking breed me with your poz cock," he continued. "Infect me with your AIDS cum," he said, as he pulled me down into a kiss. His tongue pressed into my mouth, and I lost it. "Fuuuuck," I grunted again, as my balls churned. "Oh god. So fucking hot. Gonna cum in you. Fill you up with my poz cum." I was on autopilot, more observing my body going through its darkest impulses. There was nothing I could do to keep from cumming. "Do it," Jon said. "Fucking re-infect you with my poz cum?" I asked in reply. "You want it?" I knew the answer, but it was far sweeter to hear it from him. "Fucking breed me. Fucking infect me with your AIDS cum." "Oh fuck," I grunted, and slammed my dick into my husband. This was how we stayed connected. We exchanged fluids as often as possible, and we had always embraced the deadly consequences. My balls clenched, and my cockhead tingled. I was on edge. I pushed my dick all the way into Jon and held it. "I'm cumming," I muttered before I lost all capability for rational thought. "FUUUUCK," I grunted, as a jet of pozcum rocketed down the length of my shaft, directly into Jon's receptive hole. "FUUUUUCK," I grunted again when a second spurt shot out. My cum was thick and hot. It burnt as it travelled the length of my dick, but it only reminded me of the potency of my seed. My dick was a loaded gun, my balls were endless magazines, and I was shooting right into my husband. I slammed my cock back into his wet hole, feeling the slimy fluid I had already injected squish around, and felt the force of the third spurt into his raw asshole. "Fuck, your cum burns," Jon said. He smiled. "I hope that means you're shooting proper AIDS spunk." That comment got him another thick load of cum. Jon tightened his ass around my shaft, clenched his fists, and closed his eyes. With over eight inches of my dick buried inside his body, we were completely connected. I felt the struggle of his body, wanting simultaneously to reject my deadly, diseased gift of virus-soaked semen and accept my loving, purifying gift of marriage. Jon struggled for several seconds, his ass writhing on my cock, before his need took over. He relaxed, his ass released, and I felt him accept my loving and deadly seed. "Take it, my man," I said, as more of my juice dripped into him. "Get every drop," I continued. "Fucking intense," Jon said. My dick was still lodged deep in him, still dripping cum. But the initial intensity of the orgasm had passed and I could enjoy the long release. "I think you're full-blown," he said. "At least the way your cum burns." I smiled. I closed my eyes, and imagined myself in a few years, following this path. The virus would have left marks on my body. My cheeks were hollow, my frame was a bit gaunt, but I still had the muscles and the hair. However, my cock felt bigger. Stronger even, and so much more potent and powerful, compared to today. In my vision, it thrust in and out of Jon. It pounded Cal relentlessly. And slammed deep into Seth; the young man now had a beautiful biohazard tattoo emblazoned on his flat stomach. "Oh fuck," I moaned. My dick surged, and two more spurts of cum drained from the bottom of my balls into Jon. I would need a bit of a respite before I was going to be able to cum again. But that would be later. For now, I stroked in and out as I worked the thick toxic paste into Jon's guts. "Wow," Jon said, his eyes distant. He clenched his fists again, and this time, his entire body shook, not just his ass. "Wow," he grunted again, as he struggled to maintain control. His ass held onto my dick like a lifeline. For a moment I was scared, worried that it was a reaction to the drugs we had done, not the cum I had just injected into him. But then, just as before, he relaxed and his ass sucked in my dick, accepting every poisoned drop of my seed. "Wow," he said again. "Those were, uh." Jon didn't finish the sentence quite yet. He wrapped his arms around me, pulled me tight against his chest, and kissed me. I thought for a second, I could taste my cum in his mouth. But then I lost myself in the post-orgasmic bliss. We made out for maybe seconds, maybe hours, before Jon finally broke it off. "I love you," he said. "And that cum. You need to share those dregs of your infected balls with Seth." "I will," I said. I shifted slightly; it was just enough stimulation to realize that my dick had finally gotten semi-soft, and it started to fall out of Jon. "When does the party start?" I asked. I reached over and grabbed Jon's cock. His was soft and small; the crystal had hit him much differently than it had affected me. Jon carefully rolled over. Unfortunately, it meant that my dick fell out but he ensured that every drop of my spooge stayed inside him. "Jesse should be over shortly. Thought Seth would enjoy a massage before the gang bang." "And get his hole penetrated by Jesse's unmedicated dick?" I asked. My own dick was twitching, thinking about another load of infected cum landing in Seth. Even though I knew this was the crystal thinking for me, it was still felt undeniably real to me. "Among other things," Jon said. He smiled. "This the time for us to introduce him to partying?" I asked. "Hell yeah it is," Jon said. "I thought you would never ask." We kissed again. "Maybe a booty bump. And you can fuck it into him?" I kissed him again. My dick was throbbing. "You want to message Jesse? Tell him what the plan is?" "Sure." I rolled over and grabbed my phone. I found Jesse one page down in my messages; it had been a quick conversation about helping poz some boy Jesse had found. I pounded out a quick message. "You and me. We're gonna help Seth get his first booty bump. And more high viral load cum."

After a long drive, Brett and I arrived to the house. It looked like a run down house in the middle of nowhere. I got out of the car and walked towards the house; following Brett. As I got closer, I heard some music and a few people in the house. As I stepped on the chipped paint steps, I looked back and around to notice that we were surrounded by trees as far as I could see. Brett called me to come in, and so I listened and stepped inside the battered screen door. When Brett and I arrived, I was greeted by Xander and another man. The mane said "The name's Roger, but my friends and everyone here calls me Stinger." I thought that was a strange nickname, but I didn't think too much of it. I replied "Hi. Nice to meet you" nervously. 'Stinger' saw my nervousness and assured me to relax and that everyone is friendly here. Stinger said "Relax kid, and try to make friends. Hell walk around and introduce yourself. I'll join you in a moment." As I peer across and into the living room, I saw a large crowd of people in the house. There must have been at least 15 people in the living room, varying from ages and race. At this point, Xander and Brett had told me that they had some party preparation to do in the basement. As I walked around, I saw that everyone was looking at me for a brief moment and continuing on to their previous conversations with others. When I reached the kitchen I saw a few older men who were muscular, and certainly much more masculine than me. I felt feminine just being in the same room as them. I saw most of the men in the kitchen did not have a shirt. I also noticed two other men who looked very sick, so sick that I could see their rib cages pressing their skin. Nonetheless, I smiled and walked to the next section of the house. While I was exploring around the house, I saw Phillip and Brett get into an argument. I kept walking, minding my business. I wanted to make new friends and didn't want to get involved between them. In the back area of the house, I saw a few men smoking cigars, and I couldn't help but to over hear something about "initiating a boy to our brotherhood." I didn't really understand or care, so I went back to the main area of the house and towards the dining room. I sat down and I saw Phillip across the other chair in the room. He got up and brought his chair next to mine. He sat down and asked "So are you comfortable?, I see that you wore a comfortable attire." I replied "Yes, is it okay?" Phillip responded "Yeah, thats fine." After a moment, Phillip got up to grab a drink, and he returned with his drink and a bottle of water for me. "Hey so I heard what happened between you and Brett..." Phillip asked. I responded, "Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. He just.. just showed... me and I didn't know what to... so I jus-". Phillip cut me off and said "No worries, it happens. How about we go upstairs and talk about it, it's a bit too loud down here." Phillip and I walked upstairs, and for some strange reason, I hoped that he would continue what Brett had started. Phillip opened the bedroom door and gestured me in. I entered the room and sat on the bed. Phillip sat down next to me and asked me "So do you feel comfortable with what Brett and you done?" I said "Yes. At first I was hesitant, but I kind of want to do more." At that point, Phillip smiled and kissed my lips. It was gentle at first, but a few minutes later, he started to be rougher. He started to push me down on the bed and stick his tongue deep down my throat. I felt pressure on my hip as Phillip reached down to grab my dripping cock. Phillip then ripped my barely fitting shorts. I was worried, but Phillip reassured me "No worries, I'm sure you won't be needing those after this weekend." I was confused at what he meant just now but he pressed me down and continued to shove his tongue down my throat. I was turned on. All I could think about was Brett's cum and how Phillips cum would taste on my tongue. I wondered if his cum would be thick like Bretts or different. Suddenly, Phillip stopped and grabbed my head. He started to force his cock down my throat. I was happy. Phillip couldn't see it, but I smiling while opening my mouth to suck his cock. I noticed that Phillip's cock was uncircumcised. Additionally, Phillip's cock looked much different from Bretts. It had a darker skin, and was thicker, but shorter. However, as Phillip was pounding my mouth, I felt his large balls slap my chin and drag back up as he would move back and forth. Gradually, Phillip stopped moving. He then pulled his cock out of the suction from my mouth and asked me if I was ready. I knew what he meant. I didn't have to know what he was going to do. I know that he was going to give me his cock. I wanted his cock. I wanted him to stretch my virgin boipussy for the first time. I wanted him to fuck me and make me his. I wanted him to cum deep in my ass. I instinctively replied, "Stretch me and fuck me till I can't sit." He flipped me on my stomach, moved my hips upwards, and placed his cock on my hole. Before I could take a breath, he shoved his cock in my ass. It felt like lightning. A sharp pain. "How do you feel?" Phillip asked. I told him that it hurts. He said "it will feel better once I go deeper." The pain continued as he shoved his cock deeper. And then all of a sudden I felt a stronger and more intense feeling of him entering into my ass. Phillip said "Damn boy, you have a short distance to your second hole." I couldn't think. Phillip continued to enter into me back and forth. Phillip held me down and grabbed my neck. I felt a strange feeling building up in my cock. I felt as if something was travelling out. With a few more minutes of grunting, Phillip yelled "I'm cumming, I'm giving you a piece of me. Let it stay in you!" At the same time, I felt the pressure move from my cock and something was coming out, I was cumming as well. As Phillip was huffing, I noticed a biohazard symbol on his left rib. I couldn't see it before when he was grabbing me down and pounding me. I asked him what that symbol was, and that I had noticed it on Brett, but that it was slightly different. Phillip replied " Oh this? This is a symbol of brotherhood, everyone here has one. Some others might have more designs or additions to it, but we all share this here. All 35 of us here share a commonality. By tonight we will invite you into our brotherhood. So just rest for now." I was happy to make friends and be a part of a brotherhood. I smiled ask Phillip's cock was still keeping my ass stretched. Phillip pulled out, and I felt a huge glop of warm cum drip down my balls. He scooped it up and rubbed it around my stretched gaping hole. I felt happy and relaxed. I couldn't move too much as I was in a daze. I then heard steps coming from the stairs. For some reason I felt drowsier than ever. I started to lose consciousness back and forth. I saw Stinger at the door and he asked "Has it been 20 minutes since the boy drank the water bottle?" Phillip replied "Yeah, I also got his hole prepped, I didn't use lube so it would help for our main event down stairs. At this point my eyes closed and I fell asleep.... More to come, been busy but will have more updates this weekend!

I haven’t been fucked that often, but I’ve almost never been fully hard while bottoming. I had only been with women until this year and I had a lot of problems getting hard for them. I used to chock it up to being stressed out about work or embarrassment about the size of my Vick or just being nervous about pleasing them. I’ve since accepted I am gay which obviously answered a lot of questions there. when I am with a man though I typically get fully hard sucking, but once the fucking starts I subside to being just semi hard or totally limp. It doesn’t matter to me though. It still feels so good to have a cock in my ass and I have even cum hands free from a good hard fuck. I’ve only used condoms so far, so it may change when I know the cock inside me is bare, but I really don’t care. It’s not about my cock. It’s really about the tops pleasure and how good I feel giving my hole to them.

The tennis player and many more hot encounters but there is a hot one shortly after our first time that I can relay here. He played in tournaments of course and had one within an hour of my work place so I mentioned that maybe I could come watch. At first he said,”no! All my friends, team and family would be there.” I calmly reminded him that they didn’t know who I am and also that I could be at the tournament for someone else. I’m only a spectator there after all. He finally agreed that I could come watch but I’d have to sit on the opposing team’s side. I agreed. I watched him play a great match. I kept my eyes on him when he went back to sit with his team. I noticed he was on his phone so I checked mine and sure enough he messaged me. He said he was super horny and needed it. I wasn’t going to risk fucking in my car and there really wasn’t anywhere to go but he had a plan. There had been a cross country run early that morning and he said there were some port-o-potties quite a ways off from the campus that hadn’t been moved yet. I was obviously reluctant to fuck in one of those but said it’d be fine, no one even used them. We made our separate ways to the area. When I saw him in his tight outfit I was immediately turned on and my cock became stone hard. We triple checked to make sure no one saw us and we entered a port-o-potty. He was right, it hadn’t been used at all. It was hot but smelled fine and was 100% clean. I grabbed him and forced my mouth on his, I was making out with him while I slid my hands down to his ass and then his sweaty hole. I pushed a finger inside him and he moaned against my mouth. I had to take him NOW! I grabbed both his arms and yanked him around and jerked his shorts and jockstrap to his ankles where I buried my tongue up his hot hole. I furiously went to work on it purposely trying to get as much spit on his winking hole as possible. I got up, spit on my steel rod and slowly began pushing into him. He was breathing like a bitch in heat and said it hurt but not to stop. Once I was balls deep I waited about 30 seconds and started to fuck him. I began fucking him harder and harder as he was moaning against each of my thrusts. He started wanking and said he was getting close. As soon as the words came out of his mouth he started blasting the walls while his hole tightened on my shaft like a vice which sent me into overdrive and I punched my cock as deep as I could go into him and unloaded a massive amount of cum. We calmed down and I slowly slid out of him. He exited first while I cooled off then I headed back to work. Perfect follow up fuck.

I actually think all cumdumps and sluts need an understanding top to train them - it makes the road to slutdom so much easier. My ex understood my slutty side totally, he not only taught me, but encouraged me to be the cockpig I always wanted to be and having him there helped remove guilt and inhibitions much quicker than if I had set out on the road a solo slut. He taught me how to thoroughly enjoy and appreciate every cock and load I got and taught me there was nothing wrong with my constant need to get fucked. He would basically organise everything for me, my gangbangs, sex parties at our place where he would get 6-10 tops tov come and use me in our playroom, take me to the backroom and strap me in the sling, send me to tops' houses that I knew nothing about except I was there to service them and get fucked and bred.

Have started to reread this story to get the total feel of it so I can continue it as close to the same way it started. If no objections come in the next few days, I will probably be able to start writing some and also am trying to work on a couple of other of my own stories when I find a little time. Cleanup here and trying to find a new home is taking longer and more of my time than I was hoping for. Looked at three potential houses today and a couple more tomorrow and hope to know where I will be living by middle of this next week if everything goes well. Also, have had to deal with police here as there are total assholes running around this town taking advantage of the mess to steal almost anything they can get their hands on. They even stole a generator, two bicycles and my rental car this past week. So stressful. Car found but I had left my billfold in it just to run in my destroyed house to pickup a jacket and in just a few minutes car was gone. Love to get my hands on whoever it was as many other minor things also turning up missing and it is crazy.

Since original poster has disappeared, I would love to try and finish this story if it is ok with moderators and other readers.

great to see another cigar breeder on here ... do you smoke a stogie while you fuck?

Yeah I’m allergic to pussy too

I figure we have 5 to 6 weeks before my brother gets he is converted POZ with a wreck hole. He is 18 but looks like a 14-year-old boy, hairless from the neck down with a nice 7-inch dick. I post the add on our website saying boy looking to become POZ. Age 18 Height 5ft 6 WT. 100lbs. You must be POZ with a high VL you will be tested to make sure of your status, NO POZ undetectable or negative allowed. No loads with being refused in any hole. You can have Prince Albert piercing. The only condom allowed is a cruel condom. Open for singles or gangbangs. Available 24/7 NO FISTING as after he converts that will happen. We will have Tina, GHB, and others things to make this memorable time for you. This post will be up until converted to the POZ Brotherhood. No sooner than I put the post is up I'm making appointments for my brother, I'm being overwhelmed by the response I'm getting from so many Tops I know who love like to party and love to convert others to the brotherhood. I'm finding out that the first week of the 168 hours in a week I have scheduled my brother for 160 of getting fucked by people who are POZ. Greg says I'm one sick brother to do that to him but there are many ways to keep him awake as I'm going to make fortune off my brother as its also going to be filmed. Most of the ones who come to knock up my brother are single Men in their late 30s to early 50s who are in great shape, they spend maybe 1-hour dump 2 toxic loads and leave very happy. After they are finished I have a crew who will take my brother and clean him up and get him ready for the next customer. We had one single who had full-blown AIDS, he looks like he was 70 but was in his late 20s became POZ at 14 and at 5ft 11 he was maybe 120lbs. He spends 3 hours with my brother and dumps 5 very toxic loads in him and on film it looks fantastic as my brother was cleaning off his dick after every load. Then you have the gangbangs that last for 4-8 hours and my brother is slammed up really good to keep him awake and working. His hole is taking a real beating when they use a cruel condom on him and after 3 weeks of only getting maybe 20 hours of rest he looks pretty good from all the Tina and molly he has been given but still no sign of him starting his conversion but he does have gonorrhea as its painful for him to piss as we keep him well hydrated from thous who have chem up while fucking my brother. It's now 6 weeks and my brother does not look great as I feel his forehead he is hot and is showing signs of starting his conversion over to the brotherhood. I cancel all his appointments and let him rest in bed as he is crashing and is in trouble. I get him to the hospital and into the Emergency room and the first thing they tell me he is very sick LMAO I hope so as I made a fortune from this. I waiting for the Doctor to tell me already what I know as in the last 6 weeks my brother has had 500 toxic dick dump about 2,500 loads into him, but slammed every day as from his arm you can see the needle marks, drank more chem piss than anyone I know. The Doctor called me into the office and says my brother is very sick and wants to know if I know about my brother sexual and drug habits and I say I don't know a thing. He tells my brother is HIV POZ has gonorrhea which they are treating now, they also found Methamphetamine, high level of Molly in his blood also and he will be here for at least a week, also my brother rectum is severely damaged from having unsafe sex I don't care about his ass hole as now its his dick that will be getting a work out . I say to my self FUCK as a newly POZ boy is worth a lot as chasers will go nuts for him. The Doctor tells me he might have seen 1 or 2 cases of young men testing POZ a year but now its 4-5 testing POZ a week and so many are using Meth and other drugs. I say to my self only 4-5 per week we have to start doing a better job and I know my brother is going to help.

Part 6 David stood there watching Sam breeding the newbie and commenting, “Now what’s what I like to see, the birth of a new cum slut.” Benji smiled at the statement, be knew he was letting guys he just and barely knew cum inside him. There was something in the back of his head that said he shouldn’t be doing this, this was something risky, dangerous that he needed to be afraid of, but the cock in his ass felt so good distracting him from those thoughts as Sam pulled his softening cock out. Now empty again and in need of his cock, David helped Benji up off the table he’d been laying against as he got fucked by the let two guys. David put his arms around the green and told him, “I’ve got a few more guys I want you to meet, then what do you say we go back to my place?” Benji smiled at the two embraced and kissed before he answered, “That sounds good to me, I really want you to fuck me again.” David was ready to breed this tweaked out twink again and share his ass with some of his other friends that were not part of this party group. Benji was so fucked up my the drugs he had no real idea of what he was doing. David knew eventually the naïve twink would figure it out, it would be too late to do anything about it. With all the poz cum he already has inside his well fucked the virus was already in his blood stream, infiltrating every part of his body. As David directed Benji to his next cock he was getting hard thinking about how Benji was going to react when he realized what had really happened when he was drugged up and getting fucked. He knew once the twink was over the initial shock of his pozzing, his needs would consume him and he’d be back for more, the boys this group converts like this can’t resist their needs, the need for the drugs, the need to be fucked and the need to be bred. David introduced Benji to Andre. Andre was black, in his mid 40's, much taller than the twink at 6’4” and a solid build. Benji we immediately memorized by Andre’s stature. He immediately knew his place with this more dominant man. Andre looked down at the twink he was about to breed. This was going to be all ‘business’, just a quick ‘pump-n-dump’. Andrew spun Benji around, grabbed him by the waist, lined up his hard cock and rammed all 11” of his big black cock inside the teen's ass. Benji wasn’t prepared for the type of fucking Andre liked, but he needed to know that some men are going to just use him for a quick fuck. David could see the look of pain adpnd pleasure as Andre pounded away. David asked, “How’s that hole feel Andre?” Andre answered as he approached his impending orgasm, “Nice, just right. I needed a slut like this to top of my night. You know how I like my white boys.” David then leaned when and asked Benji, “And how does the tweaked up twink like that big black cock?” Benji couldn't keep from moaning with every thrust as he struggled to answer, “It feels like I’m being split in two.” When Andre heard that from the twink he couldn’t hold back, “Fuck yeah, that’s what I like to hear was I breed my white boy slut.” He slammed in one last time so deep his cock went deeper that Benji had been fucked that night as he deposited his dirty cum inside the twink. Andre was a huge cummer and this load was no exception. Even after he was done cumming Andre kept pumping his cock inside Benji churning the seed that was still inside him. As fast Andre had rammed his cock inside and fucked Benji his cock was pulled out. Being satisfied with having another load inside him Benji managed a smile. Not giving him anytime David ushered him off up his next fuck. As they walked David told Benji, “You’ve only have two more of the members you’ve got to meet. I’m sure you went disappoint them and will do as your told.” They walked up to a 50’ish man with some grey in his hair. David said, “Robert, this is Benji.” Robert looked Benji up and down, before addressing David and all but ignoring the teen standing before him, “You think he can take all of me?” David answered him, “I confident he’ll try hard to accommodate you as your want.” Robert placed his hands on Benji’s shoulders telling him as he pushed the teen down, “Get me hard, show me how much you want my cock and load inside your ass.” Once Benji was in his knee he swallowed Robert’s semi hard cock and began suck on it the best way he knew how. It quickly grew bigger and was more than what could fit I his mouth. As it reached the entrance to his throat he knew that cock was going into his throat one way or another. Robert had already made the decision for his cock sucker when he placed a have on the back of Benji’s head as he began to take more of the cock into his mouth. He vaguely heard Robert tell him to take a deep breath as it was nearing the back of his mouth. He quickly sucked in as much air as the could through his nose as his head was forced down. Robert's cock now filling his throat as his air way was cut off. Robert looked down the teen kneeling before him saying, “Damn, his throat feels great and he’s not gagging. That’s it, massage my cock with your throat.” Robert’s cock had reached it’s full 8” hardness as it snaked down Benji’s throat as the cock remained in his throat leaking his pre cum directly into his stomach. Robert was ready to fuck. He looked upon his cock sucker knowing he was getting desperate for air, “Oh, fuck! If your ass is as good as you’re throat, we’re going to have to party just the two of us.” Robert pulled his cock from Benji’s throat, pulled him to his feet, turned him so that he had access to his ass and lined his cock up with he twink’s hole. Benji felt the hard fuck rod against his and before Robert could push into the teen, he pushed back impaling himself on Robert's cock. Robert took this advantage of the newbie’s hunger and began to fuck him slow and steady. He wanted to enjoy this fuck and he was enjoying the newbie’s ass. David for another good piece of ass for the group. David said to Benji as he watched them fuck, “Robert is going to give you a gift. He going to fill your ass with his cum. He’s going to give you the gift of his cum. You want him to breed you don’t you.” His thoughts were automatic as he began to beg, “Give me your gift, the gift of your cum, breed me.” He repeated this over and over as Robert continued to piston in and out of the twink. Robert was so turned on so much from Benji's begging he 7 uldn’t hold back as he began to fill Benji’s hole.

Part 5 Benji had just taken his fifth load of HIV infected cum into his unprotected hole as Arthur continued to massage the cum into the walls off his hole. Sam had asked him, “Can I fuck you next? I haven’t cum in nearly 2 weeks. It’ll be a huge load for you to take.” Benji’s head was level with Sam’s cock when he asked. The twink knew he’d be hungry for another cock once Arthur pulled out. He answered, “Yes, please fuck me next. Breed me, I want you too cum inside me.” Sam moved in so the instant Arthur pulled out he was ready to side his cock inside the newbie. Benji felt Arthur’s softening cock slip out of his hole. Almost immediately he felt Sam’s hard rod penetrate his body. The newbie bottom let out a deep moan of pleasure as he concentrated I the feeling as his new top slid slowly in, pushing the accumulated cum deeper into his body where it would stay forever becoming a part of him. Sam was not only enjoying the warmth of the teen's fuck tunnel, but the lubrication the accumulated cum provided. “Damn boy, I can tell you’ve really been fucked one your first night. You should always remember, cum makes the best lube.” Benji was thinking about Sam’s comment and was thankful for the cum he had inside him that helped the last few guys fuck him. He knew he’d need to continue to have his cum inside him not just for the feeling of a connection with he guy who had just fucked him, but to provide lubrication for the next cock to fuck him. Sam continued telling his bottom, “Now I want you hitting that pipe until the pipe is empty or I fill your ass with my load.” Sam took his time with the twink. He wanted to enjoy the kid’s hole as long as possible. Benji kept smoking the pipe as Sam instructed while he flexed his ass. He learned to tighten his ass up as Sam pulled back and let loose when Sam pushed back inside. Sam was enjoying the way the teen's ass was working his cock, “Oh damn, that’s it bitch. Work that ass and I’ll give you what you want, what you need, what you desire. I'll give you everything you want and more. Right now, let's just you and I enjoy my hard cock invading your body. Feel it as it pushes into your body.” Benji continued to work his ass milking Sam’s cock as he blew cloud after cloud. His drugged up mind processing Sam’s words woke his mind concentrated on the hard cock working in his ass, “Fuck me! Your cock is inside me. It feels so good inside me, so hard, so big.” This was by far the longest fuck if the night. Sam’s cock kept leaking pre cum inside the teens ass containing the bug that was thing to change the twink forever. The cock, pre cum and cum that he has been taking all night had already imprinted on his brain not just the need to be fucked, but fucked raw and have the guy cum inside him. The transformation in his brain, aided by the drugs, was exactly as intended when David first saw him at the club. Sam continued his slow and steady fuck as Benji was nearing the end of the crystal that was in the pipe. Sam felt the continued change within Benji as the drugs flowed through his body. As Benji finished the pipe off be was hoping the fuck would last forever while wanting Sam to eventually cum inside him. Now work the pipe empty he began to beg, “Fuck Sam, your cock is so big, so hard. Fuck, I need the gift of your cum. Please cum inside me.” After seeding several of the regular bottoms at the party, David wanted to check up on his creation and joined Benji and Sam. As he approached the two be noticed Sam’s typical slow and steady fuck. He knew the effect of most newbie bottoms was irreversible. The sensations felt during his fuck as he smoked the bottom out was very powerful. Sam knew he was going to need to seed this ass soon. He felt the tingle in his balls and began to quicken his pace as David joined the two. David asked, “How is everyone doing?” Sam replied first, “Fantastic, this kid’s for a great ass.” Benji’s was next, “His cock feels so good inside me.” David then asked, “Are you going to cum issue Benji? Does Benji want Sam’s cum?” Sam answered, “Of course I’m going to breed him, I’ve got nearly a 2 week load I’m about to flood his ass with.” Benji quickly added, “Yeah fill me up, cum in my ass.” When Sam heard Benji begging for his load he went into quick, rapid fucking as his cock swelled inside the teen’s ass, his breathing became deeper and few shouted out, “FUCKING TAKE MY LOAD BITCH! DRAIN MY BALLS SLUT!”

Part 4 Benji and Tyler were face to face as he was bred by Kyle. Tyler leaned closer so that the two twinks could kiss. Tyler broke the kiss to say, “Kyle filled you with his cum. How did it feel?” Benji replied, “Yeah, he did cum inside me. It feels amazing.” As Kyle continued to work his cock in his hole while Benji worked his ass trying to milk more of Kyle’s cum for his semi hard cock remembering to say, “Thank you for your cum, thank you for your gift.” As both twins pulled out of their respective bottom, Kyle said to his twin, “Bro, you’ve got to tap this ass. His ass is so hungry that it milked my cock through the entire fuck.” The two twinks looked at each other, both now empty and in need of more cock. As Tyler lit the torch and began heating the pipe he said, “Let’s take a couple hits then we can each search for our next cock.” Tyler’s main responsible responsibility for the moment wasn’t get fucked, although he was in need of a cock filing his ass. He was doing exactly what David and John wanted, letting Benji blowing clouds. They passed the pipe back and forth between them each taking 4 hits before they were interrupted by this 50’ish, very fit and in shape daddy type. He headed directly for Benji. He introduced himself, “You must be Benji. David had told me so much about you. My name is Arthur.” Arthur pulled the high twink in for a hug that quickly became a kiss as Arthur’s semi hard cock rested against Benji’s groin. Once they stopped kissing Benji noticed that Tyler had walked away, most likely in search of me cock. Benji noticed the semi hard cock at his waist and instinctively wrapped his hand around the man’s rod. Enjoying the teens hand on his fuck stick he asked the tweaking twink, “You like that cock? I bet you’d like it inside your ass.” Benji could only nod in agreement as Arthur pushed him down to his knees telling him, “if you want my fuck stick inside you ass then you better get me hard.” Benji now had Arthur’s cock right at his lips. Without any hesitation he opened his mouth and took in as much of his cock as he could. What he had was a semi hard cock that was probably 7.5”, what he didn’t know was that Arthur’s cock was going to grow to is full 10.5” right down his throat. As the semi hard fuck stick reached the back of his throat, Benji knew that he was going to have to take it into his throat of he was going to do a good job of giving Arthur a good blow job. Arthur pulled back, told his cock sucker, “Take a deep breath in when I start to push back into you mouth.” He then grabbed Benji’s head between his two hands, and pushed his cock back into the kid’s mouth asking, “Are you ready to deep throat my cock?” Arthur didn’t really care for an answer from Benji, his cock was going into the teen's throat. As Arthur pushed his cock deeper in Benji’s mouth, he took in a deep breath and when the cock got to the entrance of his throat Arthur kept a steady force as the cock slid early into Benji’s throat. As the growing rod entered his throat all that was heard was a “OOMPH” from his plugged up throat. Benji’s eyes speed to almost pop out of his skull as he was slightly startled at the length of the cock he was teaching then his throat. Thinking he had taken it all in, he was surprised to hear Arthur say, “Almost there Benji my boy, about another inch or so”, as he felt the cock go deeper as he felt his nose nestle into the hair able his growing cock. Arthur slightly rocked his hips to get a little movement instructing the twink whose head was impaled on his hardening fuck stick asking him, “Swallow boy, just swallow my cock.” Benji attempted get comply with the instructions he was given and on the third try he got his throat to move on Arthur’s cock. Knowing the boy was going to need air he pulled back just enough allowing Benji to exhale and fill his lungs with fresh air before pushing all the way back in the teen’s throat. This time he was prepared as his nose quickly met Arthur’s pubic hair. This time Benji needed no instruction as he got to working his throat on the cock lodged in his throat. As he massaged it with his throat muscle he could feel out growing longer down his throat. Thankfully Arthur didn’t have the girth of the cock that had fucked him so far that night. Arthur was in heaven as he felt his pre cum dripping directly from his cock into his cock sucker's stomach as his cock reached it’s full length and hardness. He looked down at the teen with a big smile and said, “God damn boy, you took all 10 plus inches and didn’t gag. You ready to get fucked deep, really deep?” With the 10.5” cock still lodged in his throat, Benji did his best to nod ‘Yes’ as he began to find the net to breath. Slowly Arthur pulled his hard, dripping cock from Benji’s throat. Barely giving him anytime to catch his breath he pulled his soon to be fuck hole up to his feet, spun him around and pushed him face down on a table in front of the twink. Without wasting a second he quickly lined his cock up with Benji's hole balls deep in one thrust. Benji had no time to be prepared for the deep penetration as n Arthur held steady, grinding his dick into the newbie bottom before pulling back and thrusting back in deep again. Benji though being fucked by a thick cock was something, the depth Arthur was going for surprised him. Benji would moan with each deep thrust, each moan was a mixture of pressure and pain. As the two fucked they were joined by Sam who said, “Fuck that ass Arthur, fuck it deep! Sam was one of the local dealers and, at David’s suggestion, brought over a well packed pipe for Benji to smoke. He looked down at Benji and said, “You like life you could need to blue role clouds.” Benji looked up at the new figure week joined them as he introduced himself, “I’m Sam. I’m the guy who can get you what you want, Tina, GHB, MDMA, you name it. I saw Arthur slam his long cock inside you and knew you be needing to smoke.” Sam pulled out a well packed pipe as Benji carefully propped up on his elbows, carefully to keep Arthur’s cock inside him and allowing him to smoke. Sam hated the bowl telling Benji, “I think it’ll be easier if I shotgun this to you.” He then took a big hit then lend didn’t playing his lips on nthe teen’s lips feeding him the drug. Sam kept his mouth on Benji's turning the shotgun into a kiss. The kiss has Benji holding his breath allowing more of the drug to get into his body. Arthur could feel the effects of this long is as the twink’s up more began to vibrate. When the kiss broke Benji blew out a massive white cloud while Sam prepared to take another hit. With the cock working his ass Benji began to milk Arthur’s cock trying to get him to cum. Sam asked, “Can I fuck you next?” before he fed Benji another hit and then another before Arthur stared to pick up his pace. Benji continued to work his ass as Sam kept feeding him now meth. When Arthur’s breathing began to change and Benji could feel his cock get harder he began to ask, “Fuck that cum into me. Give me your baby juice. Breed me.” Arthur slammed in one more time and filled the teen with his poz load. This was the fifth load he’d deposited in one of the bottoms at the party, so it wasn’t that big, but all decent. He worked his cock his a little while after trying to work what cum was still inside into the walls of his ass.

Part 6; My AIDS God for several further minutes, staying fully hard, continued to slowly fuck me, grinding in his extremely toxic juice, into his cunT. Yes, his cunT, he now owns it! - You shot your load, didn't you boy? - Yes Sir - Get on the ground, lick it up, without swallowing, then come and kiss your AIDS Master! I did as I was told, and licked up my creamy neg cum off of the shower floor. I got up, and he grabbed me, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. We kept exchanging my cum back and forth between each other's mouth's. He pulled back, licked his lips, and swallowed. - MmmmmmmM. Your last ever neg load tastes damn sweet. Delicious. Thank you boy. I can't wait to taste what your poz load will taste like. Now get on your knees and clean my Dick - Yes Sir I got on my knees. Fuck. The Man was still fucking HARD! I licked up and down his toxic shaft, cleaning a cocktail of my neg cunt juice, and some very highly viral DNA! - GET up boy, time to go back to the cabin; You've done a great job cleaning Sir's toxic weapon - Thank you Sir We made our way back,with the other AIDS Daddy following us. The 3 of us all went inside. Door locked! - Sit in the corner boy - Yes Sir - Right, let's get acquainted properly, I'm Pete - 'ello Pete mate. I'm Jim. That was one hell of a show you put on, I come here a lot, and have never seen anything like it. - Thanks Jim ... Oi, boy, crawl to the middle of the room and say hello properly to your Uncle Jim. I crawled over on my hands and knees, to where Uncle Jim was standing, next to AIDS Master Pete. I looked up at him, catching the sight of his bulge beneath his towel on the way up to his face. He grabbed his crotch, and started rubbing... - Hello Uncle Jim - Hello sexy boy. You were looking at this weren't you? His eyes looked downwards at his ever growing bulge. I nodded. He removed his towel to reveal his very own toxic Fuck-weapon! He began to milk his perineum area, and after a few minutes, a creamy substance started oozing out. - Get under Uncle Jim's Dick, and open that sweet mouth of yours, and stick your tongue out, and keep it out. I did as I was told. He then started to smear this creamy substance on my tongue. - Gonnorhoea Pete, mate. Been carrying around this beauty for around 3 months now - I thought it was. Better get that sorted Jim - Yeah, after tonight. I had better fuck your boy. This will help your aggressive fuckers to take up permanent residence. BUT, what would be an absolute certainty, is if we both blood-slammed him He ordered me to ingest the infection he just gave to me. - You wanna be blood-slammed boy? - What's that Uncle Jim? - It's where your Daddy Pete & I, draw our blood, and inject it into you. Then you'll know for absolute certain that you will get what you are after Before I knew it, I started frantically tugging at my neg dick, my eyes widened, my mouth lay open, and I was making these weird grunting noises. I think I gave them their answer. - Wanna take this to my place Pete? I have a Dungeon in my Basement, which I have had for 20 odd years now, so, it is very well equipped. - FUCK YEAH Jim. Perfect timing for him to have another hit of tina when we are there. I'll take us all in my car. It's only parked around the corner. You can give me instructions how to get to yours when we leave. C'mon let's hit the road, and give this nasTy cunt what he is BEGGING for. We got to reception, and Ben was still on shift. We'd known each other for years. He was a well behaved young Man. Nothing wrong with that. He said he wanted a word with me. Jim & Pete said they'd wait outside, and were stern with telling me not to keep them waiting long. - I heard what went on in the shower areas. Please tell me that wasn't you? My eyes glistened, and I smiled - Yes Ben, it was me, I know, naughty, we aren't meant to have sex in the shower areas, sorry - No, one of those guys comes here a lot. And, he is trouble. Please don't go with them. And as for what I heard went on, you can stay with me here behind the counter, and we can grab a bite to eat after my shift. And we can go to the clinic tomorrow and you can get PEP. - Thing is Ben, I don't want PEP. This is the life I have craved for years, and I am now embracing it. Thank you for caring. I know you mean well. See you next week for our Coffee & Cake afternoon we already have planned. Bye mate.

Part 4; One thing he wasn't wearing when we met, was his military Leather cap, and keeping his Leather knee length Boots on the cap went on too. Oh FUCK; Can you imagine, a wasted skinny gaunt guy, with full Beard, totally naked except his Cock-Ring, knee length Boots with a Leather military cap? I looked at him, and thought, 'What a fucking God'. My very own AIDS God! I 'SO' needed him to be running through my veins forever, and, I NEEDED that to happen IMMEDIATELY! My cunt was literally twitching internally, massaging my prostate. He was stood outside his door waiting for me to follow. At this moment I couldn't move. I had my hands on the wall, my ASS arched right out, completely dripping with sweat, breathing heavily. 'C'mon boy. It's show time' 'OMG Sir, I think I am about to cum' He wasn't touching me, I wasn't touching me, but what was about to happen to me, and the Tina, fuck, they were touching me alright. He gave an evil smirk. He walked back in, leaving the door open this time, and groped and slapped my butt cheeks for a few minutes. He then gripped my waist tightly and said loudly; - The thought of me infecTing you with HIV is turning you on is it, boy? - Yes Sir. I NEED to be infecTed. And I WANT it to be you, no one else. You are my chosen Gifter - You definitely want it? - Yes Sir! - Then BEG for it you nasTy pig - Oh PLEASE Sir, infecT me - InfecT you with what? - With your two strains of HIV, Sir - You mean you want my toxic DNA to be embedded in your system, for LIFE? - Yes Sir - Then Beg. I fucking said BEG - InfecT me Sir, with your aggressive toxic DNA ... PLEEEEEEEASE! The end of his Dick had been pressing against my cunT since he gripped my waist, then suddenly, he slid in, balls deep, and started pumping Hard & Fast in my hungry neg cunt. - Oh Fuck Yeah, you nasTy fuck. Love to see those sores on my Dick go in and out, as your outer cunt grips onto my toxic Fuck-weapon! Oh ay ay, looks like we have an audience already. Boy, look out towards the door ... I looked, and stood at the entrance to my God's cabin were 3 Men, all naked, all beating off their beautiful Dicks. One of them piped up and said; - We heard what you said. Fucking nasTy, and completely HOT. Wish it was me you were Fucking & Breeding. - Sounds like we just got our first rave review boy, time to take this to a bigger audience, time to hit the showers! We stopped fucking, I wrapped my towel around me, he locked his cabin, and off we went. I felt like I was walking the Pearly Gates to Heaven.

Part 3; - And don't forget my viral load is 13.3 Million copies, because I will be asking you later to remember that figure - Stop playing with your cunt, boy. Sit up and lick my fucking disgusting Dick. No sucking, just licking up and down my shaft, and my bell end! I eagerly got on my knees and licked as per command. I don't know why, maybe the whore in me, I began to pay attention to the sores he had, wiggling over them with the tip of my tongue. I looked up at my AIDS god. He spat on me a few times, smirking ... - You like those Syphilis sores, boy? I nodded. He stepped away from me, taking off his Leather waistcoat, chaps, and knee high boot, and stood there naked; Super skinny, gaunt, and yellow, and, HOT as fucking HELL. I swear I was having an internal orgasm just by looking at him. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, gave himself a real evil twisted smirk, and said, so cunt, what do you think to Sir's sick body - I know most guys go for muscles. I am not really too hung up on physique. BUT, there is one kind of physique I have kept quiet about. I have never told anyone about my secret attraction - Yeah, go on pig, what's that? - I have always been hugely attracted to AIDS Daddies who are wasted to fuck, and look gaunt. It is fucking beautiful. It just turns me on. So when I saw you at the lockers, FUCK, you had me! He looked in the mirror at himself, knees slightly bent, face contorting, tugging at his highly charged virulent Fuck-weapon, that was about to completely change the direction of my life, forever! - Get up boy, and put your hands against that wall, above your head He put his knee length boots back on, and slid right inside me. I was heavily panting, and dripping with sweat. Although, the sweating in a few weeks would be much more to talk about! - Oh fuck, your neg cunt feels so warm and wet. I can't wait to knock you up boy. You'll never be able to escape me, even when I am gone! Look in the mirror boy, tell me what do you see - Sir, I see your skinny wasted yellow body, your gaunt face, against my young smooth gym body, and, I think the two compliment one another on a level I cannot describe. God, it's so HOT! FUUUUUhhHcK ... I wish this moment would never end! He whispered into my ear; - I want to infecT you in public boy. Be a shame for no one to see this one off piece of art. Let's go to the showers. I want a proper fucking audience!

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It's that time of the week again. Little Piggy Nick will be available for you to fuck at my place tonight and tomorrow in Webster starting at 6ish. We got to his limits with 8 guys last Friday, but what kind of Daddy would I be if I stopped there, So it's open house and open hole again for all takers, no questions asked and no one refused. Bing your own beer (he needs practice recycling) and your favorite spanking implement or ass toy. My other boy (bareben) is also availble for kink and breeding too, so hang out watch porn, drink beer, get serviced and fuck. HMU for more info, Rick: (585)642-4682

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[I want to preface this entry with a word to any readers whose heritage is Native American. The experiences I describe below are a true account, and my narrative of them is as objective as I can make it. My interpretation of the meaning of the events is naturally filtered by my own cultural lens, but also by my professional role, one that has to a degree sensitized me to the history, realities, and sensitivities of Native Americans. I assure you that my contemplation on the nature of the experience derives not from crude stereotyping or assumption but from my observations and from a spiritual sense inherent to myself that I find difficult to describe but that I can only swear to be genuine.] I once hooked up a few times with a Top who was a nice guy, but when he fucked me, a strange sort of change came over him. He was, as it happened, a Lakota, and each time he started dicking me down he would suddenly become very aggressive, grab me by my neck from behind with one hand and grab a handful of my hair with the other and force my head down flat sideways on the bed, my torso stetched out so that my pelvis was ground under him for deepest possible penetration. Then he would lean over and start saying angry, harsh words in my ear in Lakota, but which I couldn’t understand, and he would punctuate each phrase by spitting on me - on my back, on my ass, on the back of my neck. After some of this, he would then fuck me savagely until he came, then yank my head back by my hair as he let me go. The next moment he was exactly the same as before we had started, almost as though a different person had walked into the room (naked). I realize this sounds spacey and all New Age and shit, (never mind race stereotyping) but I always felt as though that guy wasn’t actually the one fucking me. It felt as though the person fucking me was full of rage, and these fuckings were actually rapes counted as coup for far worse wrongs done to helpless people generations ago. It was the spitting - something I really don’t like anyway - the hate and ferocity embodied in each blast, each one bursting through tight lips like a knife blade into my naked back as he stabbed me repeatedly lower down, that told me this wasn’t about sex. Lying there under the domination of his hands, listening to those unfamiliar, berating words spat at me, followed by the smack of his saliva, feeling cruel force ravage my body and then triumphantly fill me with itself - I could not escape the thought that this man must be channelling the spirits of some warrior of the First Peoples come to claim justice for his people from mine. Not long ago I took one of the AncestryDNA tests to find out where my people came from. I’m basically 100% British Isles. No wonder I ended up the target ass for his justice fucking. And do you know what? I’m okay with that. My ancestors did horrible, horrible things to people, rape included. Maybe I’m nuts and this is all in my head, but if raping my ass can give a few of those poor souls their rest, then let them rape me. The bill is overdue. I just wish they wouldn’t spit.

Cash. The most important part of the experience is the CASH*. Even if you're goal is to wreck a bitch or totally break him, you still gotta charge at least a dollar, or a 1/2 a pack of smokes. Nothing makes a banged-out boy cunt feel more like a CumDump/JizzBag/TownPump/WorthlessWhore than knowing he just got knocked up by a hobo for 50¢ in pennies. After your whore pays for the hotel room and party supplies out of his own pocket, you keep all the cash, 'cause it ain't easy being a Pimp. *There are blokes that get off on paying large bank for a tumble because of -fuck who knows? Self-worth, self-esteem issues, Fuck it, you're not his mommy, book those guys for very last, when your lad's hole is completely banged out and sloppy, ruined basically, then tell the bloke if he wants to smash his lil' twig up in that blubbery cunt it's gonna cost twice the previously agreed upon price, and to take the offer or fuck off. (They always take the offer)

You're looking for tips from Tops, of course, but as a bottom who's been on the receiving end (including twice in the last month!), let me give you a few pointers from my end: 1. This needs to be something you enjoy doing first and foremost. You need to enjoy the power and control you get from being able to decide who gets to fuck another man, who gets to unload in another man. If that doesn't light your fire in a very special way, whoring someone out is probably not worth the effort for you. The bottom also has to genuinely enjoy his submission to you and be committed to pleasing you by allowing himself to be fucked by the men you send. This activity is a special power dynamic, and it's fantastic for both men when it works. What you don't want is to find yourself with a lazy bottom who just wants somebody else to do his shopping for him, and starts picking and choosing from the men who arrive. At that point, you're not really in control. 2. Almost every bottom fantasizes about being whored out and used by a gang of Tops. That doesn't mean every bottom is a good candidate. If you choose to do it, make sure the bottom is going to be an active participant, and not lie there like yesterday's catch at the fish market. 3. Pimping a bottom resembles work. There are ads to place and respond to, conversations to start up at the bathhouse, the bar or the ABS, phone calls to make to your network of FBs - you are, in essence, a broker. You have to get the word out, in an experienced way, to the right people. 4. Check your scruples. Whoring a bottom lies somewhere between commodities brokering and human trafficking. Some Tops whore bottoms because they enjoy the rush of it, and get off on the power, but are generally benign. Others look at bottoms as lower-order animals and think nothing of actually prostituting them in a cash sense. Even though it would never bother me in the slightest if a Top or a Dom made money off my ass, the latter is a criminal offense. 5. It's not just about your pleasure, or the bottom's, for that matter. If you're going to be successful, you need to make sure that your clients, the Tops you attract, are pleased with their experience as well. The dynamic between the pimp and the bottom is important in making sure the sexual experience of the Top is a great one. It's all about the presentation, the setup, and the performance - especially in a group setting. The energy built or not built during a sex act will translate into what happens next. A group scene is more likely to give high-energy results than a series of one-on-one scenes, in my experience. What you say while it's going on - your words of challenge and encouragement - can ensure that. 6. If you're going to whore out a bottom, you may as well whore out two at once. From what I've been told, that seems to draw better results for some reason. 7. I'm not sure how to tell you to find the right bottoms for the job, except to suggest that you not take one on unless you've test-driven him first and know that he has the staying power to offer a loud, lusty fuck to several men in a row and has the experience to handle a wide range of cockery. As to how you actually go about locating, contacting and recruiting other Tops and suggesting they come fuck a specific bottom, I have no idea - you'll have to ask them. Whoring Tops, I'd love to hear this, too. If you have questions about my experience from the bottom end, fire away.

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

I have been working at the building now 3 months and doing great but I’m still a virgin as to have never been fuck in the ass. Every shift I work I see guys get as fuck up as you can with drugs and have so much fun with each other and my desire to do so grows every day to have few men take me as their bitch. Larry as me is I would do a private shift as the rest of the place is closed so it will just the bar tender and me working. I see 5 men come and they head to the big room 1 is a young twink early 20s and is on a dog leach 2 of them look sick as they are very thin and the other 2 are very well built. I’m waiting for the green light to go on and for an hour it does not go on , then this guy who is dressed in a business suite & brief case walks witch is against the rules but he is being escorted by security. The green light goes on , I go in and its like they are having a business meeting with 5 naked men and 1 in a suite , the young boy is on his knees and papers are on the table, I’m ask to be a witness to the signing of the papers and about what is said. They are here to infect this boy with the HIV and the 2 sick looking certify that they are in fact they are not on meds and have AIDS. The other 2 are the boy owners as I found out later they have stable of boys who work for them. The one in the suite is a real lawyer who I have see here before , he ask the boy if he know why he is here , he says is to become infected with the HIV and become POZ, the boy signs the papers and then ask me to be a witness to the boy signing the legal papers. The lawyer leaves the room, I see the 2 sick guys putting a nasty looking ring in the head of their dick as I have see others have a Prince Albert but not like this.I’m told to get a case of water 6 heavy Gatorade ( I now know what is in the Gatorade GHB) 2 light points and 6 heavy points, poppers ,shards and some E pills as they want to keep this boy up for hours. As I’m leaving O don’t forget a few tooth brush ,what has me they are not asking for any lube? It takes me a few trips to bring all the supplies back as the 2 sick one are saying you are going to be our bitch tonight and get knock up with our babies. This boy is hairless like I am now but he looks so happy, they tell me any time I want to come in a watch I can as they leave the door open and there is really no one else here . So the bar tender and I will be watching this. The 2 sick guys take the boys and put him face down as one spreads his ass cheeks they spit by his hole and take the tooth brush, the boy is in some pain as they work the brush in his hole very deep, they take shard and stick that in and work the brush in again. The brush is coming out blood red and the shard is doing it’s work as they turn the boy over and strap his arm and give him a heavy slam and I have never see someone cough so much and the P.A. on the 2 sick one are just nasty looking. They turn him over and just ram their dick in this beautiful looking boy , even being this high he is screaming in pain and it does not take a long time for him to drop his toxic load in him , when he pulls out his dick is covered in cum and blood then goes right in front of the boy and with out saying a word the boy take the dick right into his mouth and cleans off the cum and blood as he finished the sick one says great job and gives him a kiss. The other one jumps turns the boy over on his back with the boys legs over his head and with the boys hole exposed puts his face right to it and is licking it clean , then takes his dick and rams it in this boys wreck hole wile the other 2 are twisting the boys nipples and giving him poppers and telling him he will soon be very busy boy working for them. They spend hours fucking , slamming and infecting this boy . What seamed very strange they all left but left the boy and told me to take care of him WTF, I call Larry and he says someone is coming down and for me to make sure the plug in the boy ass does not fall out. The boy is so fuck up he can’t even stand up and is asking for someone to fuck him as his hole is so empty even with a large butt plug in his hole. Security comes down and ask me to help and we are caring the boy , when we get to the third floor witch I have never been to before the door is already open, we set him on the bed as a nurse comes in and smiles and says nice a new member of the brother hood and spreads the boy ass cheeks and say they did good work as he puts a leather strap around his waist and through his crouch to hold the plug in.The nurse says to me in a few weeks he will be sick with the flu and in the mean time I will be taking care on him as he takes a syringe and injects something in his arm. As I'm leaving the floor the nurse says maybe one day he will be seeing me here and you can become a member of the brother hood.

Took a total of 11 loads so far this week. One regular fuck bud the rest were anon at various parks, cars and bookstores. About to get pumped again. Alao stealth bred two neg young guys (under 22)

Let's be honest here. Taking raw cock just feels better.I am a total bottom and at first was leary of taking cock raw. Once I started getting a steady diet of cock I decided I wanted it only bareback. I knew the risks I was taking and after lots of long thinking about it, I decided fucking bareback was definitely worth those risks for me. I think that is where you are right now. Ask yourself what is more important for you.

When Angelo got back home Tony was lounging on their patio naked and his cock was semi-hard. Angelo proceeded to fill Tony in on his time with Robert including the lingering look Robert gave to Angelo bulge. As Angelo finished recounting his time with Robert, Tony had got up from his lounge chair and proceeded to pull down Angelo’s shorts to start slowing sucking on his semi hard cock. As Tony slowly licked up and down Angelo’s shaft, Angelo proceeded to think out loud about Robert. Angelo felt with the right inducement they would be able to turn Robert from straight as an arrow guy into not only a gay lover but one who would relish using his power over his students for his own benefit. All Robert needed was to be programmed a little bit and have his sensibilities “rebooted” accordingly. Angelo thought they could turn Robert into a versatile leather bear once he realized how hot he really was. His old girlfriend's ignorance on what was attractive would be a powerful incentive to help program Robert to be the man he should he. Angelo commented how many young and impressionable college students Robert could easily corrupt as their professor and once corrupted could become the plaything of the weekend or more for them. Tony was getting more excited by the moment and started to suck harder on Angelo when Angelo commented that he believed that Robert was watching from his window. Angelo decided that they should give Robert something to really remember. Angelo told Tony to lay on the lounge chair and slowly stroke his cock while Angelo went inside to get some favors. When Angelo returned he had two little baggies with him. The first one contained cocaine which he proceeded to place a small amount of his cock for Tony to snort. Tony wasted no time in doing so and then took Angelo’s 2nd little bag which contained some T and proceeded to give Angelo the booty bump he had been aching since their last party. Tony then proceeded to position angelo on all fours on the lounge chair looking at robert’s house and started to fuck Angelo long and hard. They both looked up to see Robert staying at them from his window but instead of moving away to hide the fact he had been seen Robert was to mesmerized by his neighbors to move. Robert proceeded to watch for another 15 minutes as he say Angelo being fucked right in front of him. Robert who hadn’t had any action for months since his break up felt his cock through his pants as hard as it had ever been. For the first time in his life Robert thought about what it would be like to fuck another guy and the thought led to Robert moving away from the window so he could undress and start to stroke his cock. Robert moved to his desk and started looking for some porn to watch to complete rubbing a load out but for the first time he looked for gay porn. He didn’t last a five minutes before shooting rope after rope of cum into his towel and when he was finished he took his finger to drip it in his cum and tasted it. He didn’t know why he felt that he should do that but he found the taste to be a bit salty but surprising enjoyable. Angelo and Tony looked up after a while and didn’t see Robert there any longer. They decided to go back inside to continue their playtime. Tony started discussing with Angelo how he could introduce himself to Robert and an idea came to him on how he might be able to introduce himself along with Sam to Robert sooner than their planned party. Tony had the urge to start the corruption of Robert as soon as possible and he wanted to have Sam there to setup things in motion. End of Part 2….

Part 5: “I’m cumming.” I whispered into Brian’s ear. “Do it sweetheart, shoot it in me.” My body convulsed and my load filled my husband's ass. I rolled off and lay next to him on the bed. I wasn’t feeling great... but, well, we don’t have sex that often so I wasn’t going to say no when he was in the mood. It had been several weeks since the hotel encounter and Jordan had fucked me twice since then. I had even met up with Glen who let me fuck him. He said it was to make up for my having to pay a hefty cleaning bill when I checked out of the room. But he had a great ass and I loved fucking him. And he seemed to enjoy it as well. Now though, I really didn’t feel well. I felt warm. Sweaty. Achy. “What’s the matter?” Brian asked. “Just feel like I’m coming down with something.” And I rambled off my symptoms. “Coming down with the flu? You should have told me… you know I hate getting sick.” I just grunted a reply and he wandered off to find some medicine for me. I woke in the middle of the night, covered in sweat and feeling like I had been run over with a truck. I called off work that day. And the next. And the next. It took about a week before I really started to feel better. And all this time, there was a growing fear. This wasn’t “flu season”. Brian nagged me to go to our local NHS walk-in but I resisted. Instead, while he was at work, I went online and did some research. And learnt a new word. Seroconversion. Once I felt better I called Jordan. He wasn’t surprised when I told him I had been ill. In fact, I would say he seemed pleased. He gave me an address and told me to meet him. When I arrived at the address, however, he was nowhere to be seen. The address, however, was a health clinic catering to the gay community and a sign out front said they offered rapid HIV testing. Oh fuck.... I wanted to run away. I didn't want to know. But I made myself walk in and asked for the test. An hour later and I heard the words. “I need to tell you that your result came back positive.” It wasn't a surprise. In my heart, I already knew. They wanted to do more tests, so they drew a bit more blood which would be sent off to a lab. They told me the same information I had found online. HIV isn’t a death sentence anymore, it can be treated, blah blah. I half listened. I just wanted out of there. I wandered around the city centre for a bit then headed home. What had I done? What had I fucking done? How could I tell Brian? Had I put him at risk? I finally headed home and tried to keep busy and not think about it. I did some housework to keep busy. I was folding laundry when Brian got home. He was early. “Hey Brian.” I called out He didn’t answer. I walked out to meet him. He was in the kitchen, leaning on the counter He had a large yellow envelope in his hand. He stared at the floor and didn’t look up when I came in. His face a mask... But I knew him well. He was clearly upset. Even furious. “Brian, you ok?” “Ok?” His voice quivered. “No. I’m not OK. Can you tell me what this is about?” He threw the envelope at me. I opened it. It was full of sheets of A5 paper with pictures printed on them. Pictures of me. Pictures of me with a cock in my mouth. Pictures of me with a cock in my ass. Pictures of me with two cocks in my ass. Pictures of me with my hole gaping wide and cum dripping out of my ass. I felt like I was going to throw up. “That little present got delivered to me at work today. Please tell me it’s a lie. That someone has doctored those pictures….” I couldn’t speak. Brian buried his face in his hands. “Oh fuck. Fuck. It’s true, isn’t it? You’ve been cheating on me?” I tried to move closer but he pushed me away. “Don’t even think about touching me.” “Brian… I… I’m so sorry.” I finally managed to say. “Sorry? Really? That’s all you have to say? And it doesn’t even look like you were using condoms.” “It just happened. I didn’t mean it to happen.” “It just happened? From the look of it, it happened several times.” He grabbed the envelope out of my hand and flipped through the stack of pictures. “And… this is the best bit… did you see the note on this one?” He held up a picture of me, bent over Jordan's cock in his car. A note had been typed in big bold letters: Brian’s birthday. "I remember that night. You disappeared for awhile. To take a call from your boss you said. You were hooking up with this.... this... whatever the hell they are. On my birthday, while I sat in the restaurant?" "I don't know what to say. I didn't want to hurt you." “Get the fuck out, Eric. Just get the fuck out.” He was starting to cry. I went to our room — what had been our room — threw some clothes into a small suitcase and left. I was numb, my emotions completely shut down. I tried to call Jordan to ask why. Why had he done this and ruined my life? His number was disconnected. Disconnected? What the hell? It occurred to me that he had never told me his last name. He had given me HIV, exposed my infidelity to Brian, destroyed our marriage, and now he was simply going to disappear? Not sure where else to go, I headed into the city. To the hotel where Jordan and Glen had fucked me. Maybe Glen would be there and he could help me understand? I had to talk to Jordan and find out why he had done this. I tried to book a room but, when I told the front desk clerk my name, he said I already had a reservation. He checked me in and I headed to the room. There was a note on the desk. Eric, Thanks for the fun. And it has been fun. But it’s time to say goodbye. I’m so glad I’ve given you something to remember me by. Something to remember me every day for the rest of your life. However long that is. I’ve given you my virus. My AIDS. Your doctor can do tests to determine resistance, maybe they are already doing them, but let me tell you what they will find out. My virus - our virus now - is a virulent strain. Resistant to every HIV med in the book. Did you ever wonder why I never let you see my body? Well, if the biohazard tattoo on my hip didn't give away the game, the KS lesions would have. Didn't want you figuring it out before the bug took hold. Maybe you are wondering why I did this? Well… why not? Remember that first night in Birmingham? It wasn’t really the first time I saw you. I had seen you before and picked you. I like finding guys like you, guys who have bought into the whole monogamy shit, and showing them it is just a lie. You older guys make it so easy. You tell yourselves you are content with your lives, but you really are just afraid of being alone... that is all that your "love" is. Fear. But men aren't made for monogamy. We are made to breed, to spread our seed. In your heart, you know it's wrong. You get bored with one cock, one ass. Your sex lives dry up completely. Guys like you are so desperate for intimacy that, with just a little nudge, you will bend over and take a cock from a stranger. Yes. I’ve done you a favour. I’ve set you free. Free from monogamy. Free to fuck who you want. To be fucked by who you want. Free from worry about catching the bug. Trust me. You will thank me some day. So forget monogamy. For now, though, I'm guessing you are angry. I think it is best if I don’t see you for awhile. But, if you are feeling lonely tonight call room service and order a bottle of champagne. Glen is working. He has my virus as well... he was the first guy I ever pozzed. He said he wouldn't mind swapping loads with you one more time. But, after that, it will be time to move on. Forget marriage. It's sex. It's fucking. Spread the bug. Spread it to as many holes as you can. Feed it. Take as much cock as you can. The virus will continue to grow stronger, to spread. Maybe we will meet again someday. Jordan PS: I hope you pozzed up your "husband" Brian for me. I read the letter a second time. And a third. I considered my options. Then I picked up the phone to call room service. To order a bottle of expensive champagne. - To be concluded (tomorrow)

When I top I don't care what size cock the bottom has. I really like it when he stays soft and it just flops around as I fuck him.

Go get tested. It's simple enough. If you care for the friend, you don't poz his son just because you were too lazy to go get tested. If you're still neg, dump as many loads in him as possible. If you're poz only fuck him if he begs for it - make it be his decision, not yours. If he's taking loads from strangers and not on PrEP then he's gonna get pozzed eventually. Might as well be someone he has a connection with, but only if he really wants it.

ugh i want this!! i want to b stealthed. i want a man to claim hes neg, but really hes poz and SUPER infectious. as i beg for his load in me he says "u sure?" i yell YES! as he starts to cum he says "im poz and never been on meds. in fact i have pozzed 20 guys now" at first im laying in bed, crying, as poz cum drips from me. the the top gets hard from me crying and rapes me, breeding me again. the top has made me feel comfortable about being poz. 2 weeks later im stuck in bed with the fuck flu. so i invite him over to keep breeding me while i have the fuck flu. doing this gave me a super strong strain and i never intended on taking meds.