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So finally it happened....my hole/cunt is now addicted to sperm. As you can read from the above post, i've been waiting quite long for a proper gangbang...so i've chosen to attend to this hot event. After a long trip i finally arrived in Berlin and joined a friend (pig top), who introduced be to Berlin. I'll skip the less important part...let's get to the gang(s). Fickstutenmarkt When I arrived I was a bit concerned...there was a lot of people...i mean a lot. But in the end that's what i was hoping for (and my friend went too as a top) so i took my red hood, and got placed in what i was told it was the main area...GOOD. Ass up, face down....love it. My friend said the place was packed and there were 5 red hoods, and as soon as the first cock entered in my ass, i got fucked no-stop until the "show" ended. I did not need lube since i had already 6 loads before the beginning. That was awesome....i guess i got fucked by around 25/30guys...i lost the count. It was a constant hard and deep fuck. I went for a 15 minutes pause about 90 minutes after the beginning....i could feel my ass was already unable to keep the cum inside :P. The only other breaks were when i was moved in another place, to do DPs and whatever. Some guys did fuck me for some time and shoot their load inside....some just used me to quickly deposit their loads. There was a moment where i think there were a lot of guys queued around me to load me up, i was able to touch their cocks, while i was getting throatfucked. That drove me crazy :P. Having my friend in there was great to get all the details of what happened. Towards the end i felt a huge cock entering inside my ass...it was a BBC churning the milk inside my ass, i could actually feel the sound. Also loved the hung guy who asked me if i wanted his toxic load in German...i begged for it. Towards the end i was tired....but i was still horny...maybe even hornier than the beginning, so i begged for more cum. This got my friends attention, who came with another guy. They both put their cock heads inside my swollen cunt, but then my friend left me "alone" for a couple of minutes....when he came back i could hear some sloshing sound then the guy begin to pound the hell out of me while my friend put 2 fingers in my mouth asking if i liked it...tasted like cum. He told me he collected directly from the cunt of the other cumdump not far from me. Who knows if it's true. I left with the cum oozing in my jeans. So in the end i don't know how many loads i took...my friend says at least 30, i think something less, but i loved it And the truth is....this is a joke compared to what i did "next" P

When I finally woke up, Zeb was snoring and Logan was gone; I could see he'd left a note, and realized - given the time - that he must have had to get moving to get packed up and checked out of his AirBnB in time to avoid paying a penalty. My cock was stiffening into morning wood and I figured the details could wait... as I slid full length into Zeb's hole. Still slick, but significantly snugger than it had been right after the marathon fucking of the night before. His reaction was to moan "Yes, Papa Bear!" and push back against me, making sure he got every bit of my cock as deep inside as possible. Given all the frantic rough slamfucking (and the turn events had taken; hell, I'm a Babylon 5 fan and, damn it, I KNOW what a dangerous question "what do you want" can be) I decided it was time to see how Zeb responded to a gentler approach. I pinned him face down on the bed - so he couldn't start bucking back onto my cock - and started a nice steady deep-dicking, giving a little grind of my pubes against his ass when I was all the way in. I bore down on his back with my chest, grinding my fur against his skin and worked my arms underneath him, wrapping around him in a bearhug that let me gently fondle his left nipple with my right hand, and vice versa. I rubbed my beard on the back of his neck and up onto his scalp, and that got a deep moan from him. He turned his head to the side - not sure whether to say something or to breathe more easily - and I licked behind his ear, then nibbled back down the edge to his earlobe; the lick behind the ear made him gasp and twitch and the earlobe nibble got another moan. Remember, all this time my thick morning pisshard is rhythmically stroking in and out of his fuckhole - nudging his prostate rather than beating on it. I used the deepest register of my voice and softly growled into his ear, "This is what Papa Bear wants. When I'm close - I'll tell you to cum. I love the way your hole clamps down on my meat when you shoot, and that will get me off quickly, filling your hole with my hot poz bear cream, and I know you can't get enough of that." "I sure can't, Papa!" "But other than cumming when you're told, you don't try and drive - leave that to me. And just so you know - after I do cum... I'm going to need to piss. I'm not going to wash my load out of your hole - though at some point I will want to pissfuck you! - but you are going to drink every fucking rank, bitter, salty drop of my morning piss. Right?" I felt his hole clamp down on my cock; if he'd objected, I'd have known he was lying. "Yes, Papa! Thank you!" At that, I pulled out, flipped him over and put his legs over my shoulders. I drove back in a little faster, and then pulled his hands up over his head and made him get a grip on the bars of the headboard. "Your hands stay there until I tell you to cum." He nodded, and I buried my muzzle in one of his armpits and started huffing his intoxicating musk. I had no idea if he usually smelled this wonderful or what - but just in case he'd have to clean up sometime soon, I wanted to make the most of his current state. I felt him moving around a bit under me - and realized that he wanted my armpit over his face, so I accommodated him, then pinned him down again with my weight and kept up my grinding fuck. I could feel his hard cock against my belly - and realized that my belly fur was stroking his shaft as I fucked. "Yeah, pig - work that beard in my stinkin' armpit and get my musk all over yer face!" He grunted acknowledgement and started scouring my pit with his bushy facerug as I did the same to him. After a bit, I pulled back and he looked at me quizzically, giving me the opportunity to press my mouth to his and ram my tongue into his mouth with the kind of brutal energy I'd used with my cock in his ass the night before. Now, obviously I love fucking - but there's something about tonguefucking another man's mouth or his asshole that really gets to me, and Zeb opened his mouth to me the way he'd opened his ass; consequently it wasn't long before I started to feel the building tingle of an approaching orgasm and broke the kiss long enough to say, "Zeb! CUM!" He surprised me again. Instead of grabbing his cock and jerking off in any of the usual ways, he grabbed his sticky hardon by the base - his own cocksnot had collected around it during the fuck - and started rubbing the underside of the head back and forth across my precum-slathered belly fur, making his getting off as much about me as he could. Given this was the first time trying this, I thought he might need a little encouragement; it seemed to me like he'd been hooked up with men who got off on denying their pigs orgasms - I preferred to control a pig through them - so I quickly spat in his face and growled, "Do as you're told, faggot! Shoot that load!" He arched his back, howled and shot a big ole nut that managed to land in the underside of my beard, the rest of the shots splattering all over him. His hole convulsed on my cock and as I planned, drove me over the edge. I finally gave him a few fast jackhammer slam-thrusts as I emptied my load into him. "Oh, fuck yeah Papa Bear!" He grabbed my ass and held me deep in his hole. "I need that cum!" I shoved my tongue back into his mouth and kissed him until my orgasm faded... and right on the tail of that, my need to piss started aggressively making itself known. I dismounted, moved him to the edge of the bed in throat-fucking position - and as I had my cockhead resting on his lips, it occured to me to ask, "Can you swallow in this position?" He gave me a thumbs-up, so I slipped my cockhead into his mouth and started pissing - or perhaps I should say the dam burst. He grunted in surprise, but didn't lose a drop. Now, I never know for sure but a good 8 out of 10 times, my morning piss is really NASTY and it takes an experienced piss guzzler to manage it - and he did. I slid my pisshard deeper and deeper into his throat until he didn't really have to swallow any more; I was just pissing right down his gullet into his stomach. Like the night before - no sign of distress, despite how long it took me to finish emptying my bladder, and just heavy breathing once I slid my softening shaft out of his throat and squeezed out one last spurt to moisten his goatee. "FUCK that was hot!" roared out of the doorway, and I looked over to see Logan in some of his riding gear - he'd ditched the helmet, jacket and gloves, but still had his boots and chaps on - and of course he had his cock 'n balls out of the fly of his grimy riding jeans, stroking. "I had to waste the really rank first load, but I've got a bladder needs emptying again - you still thirsty, Zeb?" Zeb looked up at me, and I decided to put an end to that kind of thing right away. Clearly after his declaration last night, Zeb had decided to treat me as having control over him in the bear/cub mode, and where Logan was concerned, I thought it was beside the point. I also figured that for the moment it was easier to play along until Zeb and I could have a good long chat.... "Zeb, Logan is one of my closest, dearest friends and fuckbuddies. As long as what he asks for doesn't interfere with you servicing me or carrying out my instructions, you service HIM with the same enthusiasm you'd give me. If you want his piss, say so; if you need a break after that load of rotgut I pumped down your throat, tell him so." Zeb looked at Logan and said "Sir, I'd be happy to guzzle your piss." Logan just pointed at the floor in front of him, and Zeb was quickly in position before him - on his knees and his mouth open. "If we were in yer playroom I'd hose him down - but here, he'll just have to drink it all!" said Logan as Zeb closed his mouth around the wide cockhead. The moment seal was achieved, Logan "Hmmmmm"-ed in pleasure and I watched Zeb's larynx bobbing up and down as he guzzled. I was a little surprised Logan didn't shove in to his balls and piss down Zeb's throat since he'd found that so hot to watch, but he looked over at me and said "I love feeling his gulping mouth on my cockhead; I'll have to try that throat pissfuck thing sometime, but right now I just gotta empty the keg!" I nodded, and asked "So - you got checked out of the AirBnB OK?" "Yeah, no problem. I'd already pre-packed a lot of stuff, figuring after the party Friday night I wouldn't be taking anyone back there and I had plenty of time to deal with the rest. I found your spare garage door clicker before I left, so the bike's stowed in there - I haven't unloaded anything yet, I heard the two of you going at it and wanted to have a look." "Well, why don't you go get the stuff you want off the bike into the spare bedroom, and then we'll figure out breakfast." Logan nodded and lumbered off, tucking his licked-clean cock into his fly as he went. I grabbed Zeb by the goatee and hoisted him to his feet, then got right in his face and growled "I understand what you said last night, but you're being VERY presumptuous acting like my pup before we've talked about this. I'm willing to play along for now since it gives us a basic structure for the moment - but that discussion IS coming and things may change a LOT." I paused a moment and continued "You may continue to address me as Papa Bear, or just Papa; do not EVER call me 'daddy' or 'sir'. Calling Logan or my other friends 'sir' is acceptable, unless they direct you otherwise." I let go of his goatee and his gaze never wavered from mine. "Yes, Papa. I'm sorry for my presumption, but I wanted to demonstrate when sober that I meant what I said last night." "Hmf. Well, tone it down for the moment, especially around any of my other friends. They know I don't move quickly on anything important and if you give them the wrong impression it will be a clusterfuck that will NOT endear you to me. I'm amending my earlier instruction; you may address me as Papa in private or in front of Logan, but other than that for now you're to use my name." "Um... Papa... you've never TOLD me your name." I closed my eyes and berated myself for a moment. "Of course not. Nate doesn't reveal the names of the tops to the pigs at the party, and somehow it slipped my mind when you told US your name." I opened my eyes and looked at him. "And you still came home with me?" He looked at me patiently. "Of course I did, Papa Bear." "Pleasure to meet you, Zeb. I'm Max."

Part 81 - Keep the Sling Busy Kyle was awakened by his phone ringing. “Who the fuck…” he groggily said. He grabbed his phone and answered. “Hey! Are you ready for us? We just got off the train and we’re about twenty minutes away” Jaime said. “Uhhh, no we’re not. We’re just getting up. Give us about a half hour to get showered and dressed” Kyle replied as he jabbed Joe. They ran through the shower and had just finished dressing when there was a knock on the door. Kyle opened the door and in walked Jaime and his friend Chad. Joe watched Chad’s eyes open wide as he looked around the room and then saw the sling. “Hey guys, glad you made it. Hope you’re ready to have a lot of fun today” Joe said. “Yeah, this is going to be so fuckin’ cool. I’ve never been with more than 2 guys at one time and I’ve been dreaming about doing this for a couple years” Chad replied. Kyle looked over at Chad and wondered if he really knew what was going to happen. Jaime had told them that Chad wanted to have a bareback gangbang and he said he would let anyone fuck him for the party - “no dick will be refused” Chad had boasted. Chad walked over to the sling and tried to sit down and quickly found himself sitting on his ass on the floor and the canvas mesh seat swung back and hit him in the back of the head. Everyone laughed and Jaime said “I hope the rest of the time you spend in the sling is better than that!” “Are you really ready for today?” Kyle asked Chad. “Yeah, I think so” Chad replied. “Why don’t you hit the bathroom one more time. There’s a setup in the shower to clean out” Joe said. Chad shrugged his shoulders and headed into the bathroom. While Chad cleaned out again, Joe checked the website for any last minute guys wanting to join the party and there were a couple. He approved them and sent out the room number. Forty three guys had requested invites and he approved everyone, knowing that most wouldn’t show up. He figured if he got ten he was doing good since there were so many other options. While Joe was dealing with his phone and the party invites, Kyle laid out some things for the gangbang. He took two bottles of poppers and put one in the drawer in the nightstand next to the bed and left another one on top, next to a bottle of lube. He figured the first guy or two might need the lube, but after the first few loads Chad took, his hole would be ready with the best lube of all. He laid out a blindfold, two pairs of cuffs and a ball gag. Rummaging through the bag he found a sharpie with a string taped to it. Just as Kyle and Joe finished, Chad came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “No need to be shy, Chad. We’re all gonna see you naked sooner or later” Jaime said. “Force of habit, I guess” Chad replied as he pulled the towel off. The guys looked over Chad, who was three years older than Joe, Kyle and Jaime. His dark blond hair was buzzed short and his ears were pierced with a single 8 gauge ring in each ear. His smooth, pale skin showed a toned but not overly worked out body. There was a light trail down to his 6 inch cock, but the only other body hair he had was in his pits. Chad was fidgeting and everyone could tell he was nervous. “First gangbang or group fuck, Chad?” asked Joe. “Yeah. Other than sucking a group of guys and a few three-ways, I’ve only done one on one… And never with something like that” Chad said pointing at the sling. “You’ll like it. It makes things like this lots of fun. If you don’t, we have the bed here we can use instead” Kyle said as he pulled out a piece of plastic sheet and put it down on the floor under the sling, using the base to hole it in place. He then said “Uh, 12 minutes before the start time so you need to get in position.” Chad moved over and stood in front of the sling seat and was afraid of falling again. “Put your ass ON the seat, hold on to the chains and then rotate back” Joe said. Chad did as he was told and thankfully wasn’t on the floor again. He adjusted his body and then felt Kyle slipping a leather cuff around his wrist. Joe grabbed another and was putting it around his ankle. They did the same on the other side and then, cuffs in place, they hooked them to the chains. “Last chance to bail, Chad. Jaime said he would take your place if you chickened out” Joe said, staring at the trembling body in the sling. “Nnn.n.no, I’m good. I’ll be ok as soon as I get some dick in me” Chad replied. Kyle grabbed the gag and started to put it on Chad, telling him “This is just for the start. We don’t want you to make too much noise and get us thrown out. If you stay quiet, we’ll take it off.” Kyle tightened the gag and then grabbed the blindfold. He looked down at Chad and said “Wave your right hand if you need a break or want us to stop. Understand?” Chad nodded his head and Kyle secured the blindfold. Joe tied the string for the marker on to the D ring on the sling seat and then marked out on Chad’s chest a “+”, a “?” and a “-“. Satisfied that everything was ready for Chad’s adventure, Joe looked over and Jaime was already naked. The other two stripped down to their jockstraps and nodded at Jaime to take the first fuck. Jaime grabbed the lube and lubed his cock and Chad’s hole, slowly fingering the hole with one finger and then two. Kyle grabbed the poppers and held them to Chad’s nose and Chad inhaled once from each nostril. He let out a moan that was audible around the gag. The three smiled at each other and Jaime rubbed his cock around Chad’s hole. Pressing in, there was some resistance, but soon Chad relaxed and Jaime entered his buddy’s ass. He rocked Chad back with his hips and let the sling do its job. The strokes got longer each time as he got deeper inside Chad. There was a knock on the door and Joe looked at the clock and it was a few minutes before the official party time. He opened it and saw Raphi and Micah. “Started without us?” Micah asked. “C’mon in. We just started” Joe replied. The guys stood to the side and took their clothes off and put them in one of the plastic bags Joe had put out. Raphi and Micah started stroking their already stiff cocks. Micah was looking around, first at Jaime and then at Kyle and finally Joe. He seemed to be surprised when he looked at Kyle and Joe assumed he had seen his biohazard tattoo. The look on his face when Micah looked at Joe was more of bewilderment. Jaime was pounding his friend harder and the chains were jangling. “Oh fuck…” Jaime said as he thrust in hard and held on to Chad’s legs. He pulled back and thrust back in grunting with each pulse of his newly charged cum as it shot into Chad’s cunt. “Oh yeah” Raphi yelled out. Jaime slowly pulled out while Joe pulled his hard cock out of the side of his jockstrap and added a little lube with a half dozen strokes of his hand. He moved in and rubbed the piercing around the edges of Chad’s pucker and then plunged in. Chad yelled out around the gag, telling all that he wasn’t prepared for the second cock, much less it being shoved in like Joe had. Even having bred Chad the night before, Jaime had left a large load in today and Joe was enjoying the cummy chute. “Oh fuck” Micah said quietly, turning to Raphi. “Are they poz?” he whispered into Raphi’s ear. Raphi smiled and shrugged his shoulders as Joe started to drill harder. There was another knock at the door and Kyle opened it slightly. A tall thin guy in his 50’s stood there in a leather harness, jeans and boots. His mustached face was weathered by a hard life. He spoke his screen name and Kyle looked it up on the list Joe had taped to the wall before letting the guy in. Everybody nodded at the newcomer while Joe gave his final few thrusts and deposited his own viral seed into Chad’s cumhole. Joe slowly pulled out and looked down to see a small puddle of cum on the plastic covering the floor. He turned and looked at Micah and said “All yours.” Micah walked up and caught some of the cum dripping from Chad’s hole on the tip of his cock and then slowly drove his cock all the way in. The loud moan from Chad showed that he was now getting into the groove. Micah got Chad swinging in the sling, taking all of his cock over and over. The newcomer had dropped his jeans enough to pull his veiny cock out and stroke it hard. Another knock at the door and the ritual played out again. The next guest was about 30, Joe remembered from the guy’s profile. He was a barrel chested furry cub who was no stranger to the gym. His biceps bulged and his legs filled out his jeans. There was a bushy beard that didn’t quite cover the sinister grin on his face. Joe figured he was probably an ex-football jock who had kept in shape after his playing days. Joe checked the name and the guy came in and Joe noticed the bear paw tattoo between his shoulder blades with a red biohazard symbol in the middle of the paw. Nods were made, clothes were removed and his cock was readied by Raphi’s mouth. Micah grabbed Chad’s body and buried his cock in as far as he could before he shot his load in. After the last spurts, Micah backed away and Kyle said “Don’t forget to mark your load on his chest.” All eyes were on him to see where he put his mark. Micah put his mark under the “-“ on Chad’s left pec. Raphi nodded at the first guest who took quickly took Micah’s place. The mustached guy pounded Chad from his first inward stroke. He wasn’t gentle and kept up the pace for almost ten minutes before he said “Yeah, that’s it, boy. Work that hole. You want another load in you, right?” The man growled as he kept fucking with each shot of cum from his cock seeming to add more intensity to his thrusts. He pulled out and backed away, finding Raphi on his knees ready to clean the guy’s cock. Raphi licked and sucked, savoring every drop of the cum mixture he was tasting. Chad’s hole only spent a few seconds empty before the cub stepped up and jabbed his thick pierced cock in. There was a knock a the door and when Joe opened it he found a group of four guys. Three were in their forties and heavily inked and pierced. The fourth looked to be about Joe’s age that was wearing a leather collar that was leashed to one of the guys, a leather jockstrap and nothing else. Joe marked the names of the three off and let them in. The sub was put in the corner while the three tops stripped down. Joe really wanted to fuck the sub and leave a load in his twinky bubble butt, but he knew it was too soon since he bred Chad’s cunt to leave a decent load. The cub growled and shot his charged seed into Chad’s now sloppy hole and then spent a few more minutes working the cum deeper. The three tops took turns fucking Chad, drilling him for a few minutes before pulling out and letting their buddy do the same. The room started to get a little crowded as more guests showed up and the trio finally dumped their loads into Chad’s gut. Raphi was busily sucking one of the new guests - a guy in his late 50s that was visibly wasting and skipped cleaning the cum off of the three friends. Their sub took his place and had all three cleaned up in a few minutes. As the group of four were leaving, a large black guy walked up to the door. He stood six foot four, with broad shoulders and a firm body of muscle. He was imposing in size yet had a friendly demeanor. “This where the bang is?” he asked in a deep voice. “Yeah, you sign up or just cruising the halls looking to fuck?” Joe asked, realizing that it really didn’t matter. “Yeah, I signed up” was the reply. Joe marked him off and said “Hope you like it sloppy.” Everyone nodded at the new guy and watched him drop his pants. His thick 10 inches of already hard cut cock seemed to impress everyone. When he entered Chad, his loose, sloppy hole was now tight again and Chad made it known that he was being stretched open by both yelling around the gag and squirming. The guy took his time to let Chad get used to the sizable cock inside him but then plowed him deep and hard until his balls unleashed a shower of cum that filled Chad well past his inner ring. Joe had set the party up for two hours and a few showed up just before the ending time but he wasn’t going to turn them away. They fucked the well used hole and as hard as Chad tried to clamp down on their cocks, his muscles were worn out after the parade of cock that had used him. One guy had to jack off to cum, but they all planted their DNA in Chad’s fuckhole. With the last cock finished, Kyle put a plug into Chad’s battered hole while Joe and Jaime disconnected the cuffs him and removed the gag and blindfold. Helping him to his feet, Jaime and Joe started to take him into the shower, but Chad just collapsed on the bed instead. After a few minutes, Chad recovered and tried to stand. Joe helped him into the bathroom. Chad stopped and looked at himself in the mirror. He was covered in sweat and looked just as exhausted as he felt. Joe noticed the expression on his face and asked “What?” “What are the marks? Did they rate how good a fuck I was? I can’t believe that nine guys thought was a bad fuck. And three thought I was so-so?” Chad asked. “Nah, those are the status of the loads you took - poz, unknown or neg” Joe replied. Chad’s face turned pale and he muttered “Oh fuck. 14 poz loads” After a long pause he added quietly “I guess I said no load refused.”

Part 5: The Fall I was being spit roasted by two men almost double my age. Each of them intent on breeding and pozing me. And I was giving no resistance. I could feel myself embracing my new life. I could feel my daddy working open my boyhole. As he started going in deeper and hitting my inner ring. I started to flex and pull on his huge man cock. I let myself embrace the animal I was. I was a boyhole, not a man, just a boyhole. And I knew this was how my life was supposed to be. “Fuck, do you feel that boyhole opening up for me. Do you feel that boyhole accepting me. Soon my poz loaf will be deep inside you. The perfect lube to help you realize what you truly are.” Raising his leg on the mattress daddy started to pound at a different angle. I could feel the head piercing my boyclit and I knew this is what I wanted. I knew this is who I was. That life I lived outside this moment was a lie. The car. The house. The job. It was all a lie I wore so that I could thrive in this dank filthy world where I was a boyhole who wanted to please men. In that moment I realized daddy could show up to work and demand my boyhole and I would give it. My boss could walk by my desk and I would be totally willing to throw everything away if it meant getting daddy’s cock in me. Greg was stroking my hair as I slurped on his long thin Daddy cock. I knew he was next in my hole. I could see his heavy balls filled with poz cum ready to charge me up. He kept telling me what a good boyhole I was. How lucky I was that I found a daddy who cared enough to poz me and make sure I was who I was supposed to be. The poppers were placed under my nose and I was told to take three big hits each nostril. The rush hit me like a ton of bricks. My hole began to spasm as I started to spew my load. I could feel my boyhole spasm around Daddy’s cock as he started to swell and increase his pounding. “Oh Fuck Yes boyhole. Spew your last neg load. Feel me poz your boyhole.” Daddy wastes no time in pulling out of me. My went and ruined hole leaking out poz seed tinted pink from the rough breeding I had just taken. Greg ripped his cock from my mouth. “Wait no,” I begged. “Don’t worry boyhole I’m going right into you. You won’t have to wait long.” Greg said moving behind me. Daddy came around the front and offered his slimy cock to me to clean up. “Such a good boyhole.” He said while I started to clean his cock. Tasting my ass and that familiar copper taste of blood. “Taste that poz load boyhole. It’s in you now. There’s nothing to save you now. You’re a boyhole only good for one thing.” Daddy’s cock fell from my mouth. I was sweaty and dizzy from poppers and the whole atmosphere. “Poz loads daddy,” I said. Eyes going wide as Greg’s long dad cock pushed into me. Just then I looked to my right at the door that been left ajar. Several men were standing there. A gathering of disgusting men “Take a good look boyhole” He said tossing my hair, Greg grunting begins me as he fucked me. “They’re all getting a turn. They’re all here to help you embrace the new you. My wonderful poz boyhole.” The poppers were placed under my nose and I submitted willing to take everything.

Part 19 - Confrontation Angelo pulled in to the driveway and sat in the car for several minutes unsure what he was going to say, in his heart he hoped this was not true but he couldn't ignore how he was feeling. He stepped out of the car and walked in to the house, Ethan called out as Angelo put his bag down and headed to the dining room where Ethan sat doing his assignment. It still took Angelo's breath away seeing Ethan head down in his books, he loved him beyond words but also had he been blinded not to see what was going on. Angelo sat down at the table opposite Ethan and looked at him, Ethan looked up and smiled which quickly turned in to a look of concern. "What's the matter Angelo?" Ethan asked closing his books. Angelo stared as Ethan shifted in his seat uncomfortably "Are you playing me Ethan?". Ethan looked confusingly at him "Playing you, what do you mean?". "Are you using me until your ready to move on" Angelo replied seriously. Ethan began to feel sick "Why would think such a thing?". "If you are you your doing a very good job" Angelo's gazed was fixed on Ethan. Ethan looked seeing a very different Angelo "I don't understand where this has suddenly come from". "People talk and it was disturbing what I found out today" Angelo continued studying Ethan. A tear trickled down Ethan's face "Are you saying you don't love me anymore?". Angelo shook his head "Am I just a plaything, a meal ticket for you?". Ethan wiped his face and looked at him "Is that what you really think this is all about? "I don't know Ethan you tell me" Angelo was breaking inside watching him but he had to know. Ethan stood up "Did I hate you for pozzing me, did I hate you when you literally raped me?". Angelo shook his head and quietly responded "No" and looked down. Ethan continued "I can't believe you would think this is how I would treat you". "I don't want to believe any of it but I can't ignore what I heard" Angelo replied. Ethan shook his head "I am only here because of one thing, if you can't see that then I should leave". Angelo looked at Ethan who was leaving the dining room "Ethan wait". "No Angelo, you have made it clear you don't trust me and can't see what is really in front of you" Ethan ran out. He climbed the stairs to the bedroom and sat on the bed, Angelo put his head in his hands regretting what had just taken place, he saw no malice and deceit in Ethan's eyes and knew he had probably just wrecked any chance with him. Ethan picked his phone up and called Adam his eyes streaming with sadness at Angelo, he cried down the phone as he told Adam that it looked like Angelo and he were finished, Adam sat in silence shocked by what Ethan was telling him. Angelo went to get a glass of water and sat at the counter he didn't know what to do. Matt watched Angelo carefully with a gratifying grin on his face and decided to leave it 5 or 10 more minutes before he would knock at the door. Angelo sat there for a few minutes, he believed Ethan and the last thing he wanted was for him to leave, he needed to speak to Franco and reaching in to his pocket he pulled his phone out and turned it on. Adam spoke urgently to Ethan "Don't leave Ethan, it sounds like someone is playing with you both". "He was angry and upset, he doesn't trust me Adam" Ethan croaked down the phone. Adam grabbed his car keys "Ethan please just sit there I am coming over, don't leave until we speak to him". Matt stood at the front door, he couldn't hear anything so he knocked quietly but loud enough to be heard, he could hear the shuffling and foot steps approaching, the door opened and Angelo stood there. Angelo looked at him "Matt what do you want?". "Angelo I just wanted to pop by and apologise for... are you alright?" Matt spoke with his calming voice. "Not now Matt" Angelo said and was about to close the door. "Angelo, you look like you need someone to talk to" Matt said sounding concerned. Angelo opened the door against hi better judgment "Come in". Matt walked through and closed the door and followed him to the kitchen "Thank you Angelo". Angelo began to pour his heart out to Matt, he didn't know why but he felt comfortable doing it as Matt sat and listened intently. "Oh Angelo, I know we ended badly but I would never do that to you" Matt walked over and put his hand on his shoulder. Angelo looked up seeing sincerity in his eyes "I don't know what to do Matt". Matt rubbed his shoulder "I think it best to end it Angelo, I will always be here for you remember that". Angelo's attention was drawn to his phone over the other side of the kitchen as it kept flashing up with voicemails, he was about to retrieve it when there was a knock at the door and he hear Ethan coming down the stairs. Matt tried to stop Angelo in a fruitless attempt by drawing his attention but Angelo heard Adam calling Ethan's name and asking if he had touched him. Angelo turned to Matt and said it would be better if he left, Matt protested telling him he would need a shoulder to cry on and he wanted to be here for him after all he understood Angelo better than anyone. Adam came in to the kitchen and looked at Angelo then at Matt and shook his head "Why Angelo?". Matt interrupted "I don't think it is any of your business, you and Ethan should leave". "Stop it Matt" Angelo told him "I have to speak to Ethan first". Matt glanced at Adam "Ethan doesn't love you Angelo, don't put yourself through this". Adam turned and moved towards Matt "And how would you know, you don't know what they have". Matt stared him down "Are you part of it as well?". "Don't be so ridiculous" Adam retorted clenching his fist. "Enough the both of you" Angelo stood their holding his phone his gazed fixed on Matt. The front door was being pounded as Mark and Franco arrived at the same time and stood their shouting for Angelo to open the door. Angelo stepped around them both and went to the front door, he stopped and looked at the stairs seeing Ethan sat at the top who looked vulnerable and scared. It dawned on him that anyone who looked the way he did could not be lying, he called up to Ethan and told him to stay there as he wanted to talk. Inside Angelo was hurting and just as upset as he turned his focus to the front door and opened it. "It's all lies" Franco shouted as he came in behind Mark pushing him through the door. Mark saw Ethan on the stairs "It's your ex Angelo he is trying to break you both up". Angelo looked at them both "Is that why you have both come here?". "Yes Angelo, we don't want you to make a mistake you will regret" Mark said and Franco nodded in agreement. Angelo turned and strode purposefully back to the kitchen where Matt and Adam were still engrossed in their argument and didn't notice Mark and Franco coming in to the room behind Angelo. "That's him" Franco said pointing to Matt "He is the one who said those things about Ethan". Angelo looked at Matt who stopped to look at Angelo "You just can't let it go can you?". Mark went to other side of where Adam stood and looked at Angelo "Dillon told me he has been stalking you for months". Matt looked at Mark then Angelo "I told you he doesn't love you Angelo, only I know how to love you". "I told you 5 years ago I never wanted to see you and now I know why" Angelo looked angrily at Matt. Matt tried to step towards Angelo but was stopped by Mark "You need me Angelo just face it". "You think to much of yourself Matt" Angelo started moving towards Matt his fists clenched. Adam quickly went round to Angelo and held his arm "Leave him to us, go and put things right with Ethan". Ethan walked in to the kitchen hearing the commotion "Why is he here?" he said looking at Matt. Matt slipped past Mark and ran towards Ethan yelling for him to leave and let him be with Angelo. It all happened so quickly but like slow motions as Adam, Angelo and Mark stood frozen to the spot in that instance. Matt came within feet of Ethan grabbing a kitchen knife like lightning whilst Ethan was in shock and couldn't respond he stood seeing the glint of the stainless steel being thrusted towards him. Ethan felt the sharp scratching across his left shoulder hearing the clanging sound as the knife dropped to the floor followed by Matt's body, his hand went to the spot of the pain, it felt wet and looked down at his fingers that were now stained with his own blood. Franco had seen Matt pick up the knife and reacted quickly punching Matt in the head hard just as the blade of the knife touched Ethan's skin and left a slit across his shoulder cutting through his t-shirt and young skin with silky ease. Matt collapsed on the floor dropping the knife in the process as everything blacked out, Franco kicked him to make sure he was out and lifted Ethan's t-shirt up to see how bad it was. Adam screamed and ran across the kitchen as Franco landed his punch the sound of the knife hitting the floor echoed around Adam's ears, he quickly put his arm around Ethan as Franco lifted his t-shirt up. Adam breathed a sigh of relief seeing that the wound looked worse that it was, it didn't go in deep, he grabbed some kitchen roll behind Ethan and held it over the cut whilst Ethan stood there looking at the blood on his fingers. Angelo gasped but his confused state of mind caused him to freeze on the spot taking in the scene, at the point where Matt grabbed the knife he shouted for Matt to stop, his body telling him to move so he ran towards Ethan to protect him but he was to late as he saw the knife swishing through the air across Ethan. Everything happened to quickly for Angelo to process as bodies flew around the kitchen towards Ethan. Adam looked at Angelo's tear streaked face and told him to look after his lover. Mark ran behind Matt but he was to far away to prevent Matt picking up the knife, he shouted for Ethan to move but he seemed transfixed on the shiny object heading swiftly towards his body. Matt managed to grab hold of Matt's shirt preventing him from getting any closer to Ethan, Matt swished the knife around in the air trying to get at Ethan, he lunged forward with all his strength as the knife ripped through Ethan's t-shirt. He never saw the fist of Franco appear but he heard the crack and thud as Matt fell to the floor with the knife. He looked up and saw blood slowly seeping through the t-shirt. The neighbours had seen all the frantic people arriving and then the arguments and screaming coming from the house, they were concerned and called the police out. Marion and John Chalmers stood outside the front of their house next door to Angelo's as the police arrived, one of the officers recognised John as Dr Chalmers and they ran through everything that had seen and heard. The two cops knocked on the front door and shouted 'Police open up'. Ethan suddenly came back to his senses as Angelo put his arm around him. "I am so sorry Ethan I should never have doubted you" Angelo spoke softly. Ethan looked at the Matt who was coming around "You did though and that hurts". Angelo picked up Ethan and carried him in to the lounge and laid him on the sofa. Ethan looked Angelo in the eyes "I love you Angelo more than you believe in me". Angelo smiled stroking his head "I know and I think you under estimate how I feel about you". Adam opened the door and let the police in, seeing the scene Officer Delgado went outside and asked the doctor if he would attend to the young guy. Whilst Ethan was being attended to the others ran through the series of events that lead up to the evening, Mario and John were both interviewed and confirmed that they had seen the man quite often sitting in his car across the street. With the evidence stacking against him Matt was placed under arrest and charged with stalking and attempted manslaughter. The police finally left escorting Matt to be detained for evaluation, Angelo watched as John finished putting some covering over Ethan's cut. Marion walked in to the lounge "Do you want me to make some coffee?" she asked. Angelo nodded "I will come and help" and they walked in to the kitchen. "We didn't mean to be nosey but it there was quite a commotion going on" Marion began to explain. Angelo smiled "No thank you for looking out for us, I do appreciate you calling the police". "It was just when he arrived but stood and waited watching until he knocked your door" Marion shook her head. Angelo looked at Marion "I'm sorry I have never really made the effort to get to know you both" he said. Marion smiled "We just thought you wanted your privacy". Adam was the last to leave and Ethan was sitting with his feet up on the sofa enjoying the attention he was getting from Adam and Mark whilst Franco and Angelo chatted in the kitchen, when Adam was set to leave Angelo walked with him to the front door. "Have I messed it up with him?" Angelo asked holding the door open. Adam turned to face Angelo "Trust me the love he has for you won't be broken so easily". Angelo smiled "I hope so, I need to repair what happened tonight". Adam kissed Angelo "Just make him happy so him how much you love him, do the right thing". Angelo nodded "Good night Adam and thank you". Adam turned to Angelo as he walked down the path and smiled "Do the right thing". Angelo stood for a moment watching Adam with a sense of curiousness about he had said to him. It was true that he felt so much love being around Ethan and there should never had been any doubt, and did Adam mean what he thought he meant. Angelo closed the door.

When I went to NYC the other week, I had posted my travel details on a few sites. This guy messaged me and wanted to hook up with me when I came. Well at the time, I hadn't planned to spend the night, but still talked to him to keep him updated. I decided a few days before to sleep overnight so I could get some sleep before i drove back home. I told him what I had planned and he and I made plans to meet when I was finished with what brought me to NYC for the night. We went back to my hotel room and got down to business. He was a sexy Latino with a nice 7' uncut cock, very thick. He fucked me for awhile, called me a whore and a slut since he was fucking me raw and wanted his load. I sure fucking did! He fucked me SO deep every thrust hit my prostate. It was a feeling ive really never had before and loved it! eventually he came and gave me his load! He spent the evening with me sleeping and of course he warned me that he may wake up in the night and start fucking me, which he did 2 more times and gave me 1 more load! Best part of my trip!

Hi all, just a quick update. Living with a new Dom in Syracuse. Can now host during the day, so if you're cold and need to keep your dick warm, my aidshole is available, just hmu. Can host you and your seed (if you're off meds hehe)

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I did not write this. I found it long ago on the BBexchange site. I think it's hot as fuck. (Warning: extreme, snuff discussed)) BROTHERHOOD CIRCLE (or Never Fall In Love With Your Gifter) by Anonymous As was their regular practice, Rick and the Boys arrived an hour before the meeting to setup the hall. As soon as they entered the room, Todd and Chris pealed off their clothes and tossed them under the card table near the door, then helped Rick pull out the chairs for the "Brotherhood Circle" the muscles of their hot young bodies rippling under their taut skin as they moved and stretched around the room. Rick fought the impulse to get down on his knees and suck Todd's incredibly beautiful Prick as he had done on a number of occasions. The sight and sound of its growing girth slapping against Todd's muscled thigh sent Rick's own organ stirring beneath his trousers. Setting-up always gave Rick a twinge of sexual excitement, as the meetings were always a surprise, and always hot. At one point Chris stopped Rick in mid-stride and kiddingly started tugging at his belt. "You're not gonna let us be the only ones in our birthday suits, are you?" he joked. At which point his partner reached over and pulled Rick's loose fitting T-shirt up over his head. Now that he was full-blown, Rick was embarrassed by his body, the changes, his loss of muscle tone, the extreme weight loss. It never ceased to amaze him how other guys thought he was so damn hot. He was very plain looking, but ever since he started loosing weight and showing symptoms, many of the guys couldn't keep their hands off him. And not just Chasers who were after any infected Cum they could get, either. He couldn't believe how some incredibly hot men wanted him. Like Todd and Chris and quite a few others. And then there was Paul, incredibly humpy Paul. "Funny, but now that I'm finally getting sick, sex is fucking incredible!" he mused and helped the Boys put the chairs out into a large circle. "How many chairs do you think we'll need tonight?", the blonde asked. Todd looked at this partner contemplatively and replied "last week we had 26” I know Greg and Bill are planning on coming and a few other guys I talked to on-line are gonna be here. Better put out ten more." "That's a lot of Buggers!" Chris quipped, "Man, that's a lot of Buggers!" The three men laughed. In the "old days" Rick did all this work himself. In fact, he helped form the group three years ago with just three other men, meeting in each other's apartments, talking about how they wanted to Convert. Fearful at first of sharing their wish to get AIDS with other men, and their desire to ultimately die from the disease. Sucking each other off; fucking each other in long, sweaty marathons that would last well into the next afternoon. Getting tested together. Even dying. Once they had the large circle of chairs completed, Todd walked over to the corner and began pulling-out large padded vinyl mats into an area on one side of the room. As he did so, the muscles of his back flexed as did those of his tight bubble ass. From across the room Rick admired how the soft hairs caressed Todd's ass cheeks, accentuating the wonderfully dark and inviting fissure that Rick's tongue and Penis knew so well. This was Todd's favorite part of the evening: the "Fellowship." Chris joined his husband in setting up this area. The naked young men teased each other and laughed as they moved several large laminated black cubes out and placed them strategically among the mats. Chris opened a large metal storage cabinet and removed several large bowls of Vaseline and tubes of lube, which he set out on the cubes. Todd reached in to the cabinet and pulled out three baskets of black butt plugs, stacking them in his arms and securing them with his chin, stepping back and forth like an unsure juggler, his Cock flapping in a wide arch in the air as he tip-toes toward the cubes.. "Can't forget these babies!" he said to his husband, balancing the baskets under his chin as his balls swung back and forth. "I knew that you wouldn't forget your favorite toys!" his young husband chuckled back in response, sticking a finger into Todd's eager young rectum then licking his finger with a loud "Yum!". The "Fellowship" evolved from the two hour long "Brotherhood Circle" during which time men would give their own personal testimonials, talked, shared feelings and generally supported each other in worshiping the Virus. Often they supported each other to the point of ejaculation and as mutual jerk-off and sucking became more and more commonplace it was felt that these actions were becoming rather disruptive to the main reasons for the group, so a second component, the "Fellowship" was devised so that, once aroused, men could enjoy fluid exchange in a "no-holds-barred" atmosphere. The testimonials then served a dual purpose: they helped the men feel comfortable with getting and receiving the Bug and made them aroused enough to do something about it after the general meeting. Once they witnessed the Brotherhood Circle, few men did not stay for the Fellowship, which was Todd's favorite part of the evening. Conspicuously absent from the Fellowship play area were any tissues or paper towels. The group frowned on such things and insisted that all ejaculates be made into an orifice, usually a rectum or a hungry mouth. Cum - especially POZ Cum - was regarded as sacred and should not be defamed by being wasted. Any "spillage" was to be licked-up off the matte, floor, cubes or from other men's bodies. This was Todd's favorite assignment and he would spend quite a bit of time at the conclusion of the evening on all fours, Cum infused ass high in the air, licking-up any "accidents". Todd also spent a good part of his time making sure that men had plenty of "accidents". He was a hot sight indeed, his virile young body moving on all fours among the naked men, licking and sucking Cum from any surface, being mounted by yet another hot POZ Prick, till his thigh's glistened with revelries of sticky Infected Nuclear Man Milk. The Sacred Croak Cream would slowly trail its way out over his hairy young ass, down his thigh's, his hairy legs, then would drip down onto the black mat, to be reverentially licked and ingested by another group member, also on all fours, licking up any new ejaculates. At the conclusion of the meeting, Chris would come over to his husband, embrace him and insert one of the butt plugs between his violated ass cheeks to make sure that any new viral strains would be held captive inside his husband's firm young buttocks. Todd liked nothing better then to go home with his boyfriend on the subway, butt plug firmly planted up in his ass, damning-up all that bubbling Death Seed. Todd would sit on the subway car, feeling the plug slowly inch up his violated ass, pushing millions squirming deadly Sperm cells into his eager system. Todd would sit with a lewd smile on his face, patches of coagulated Cum dotting his neatly trimmed goatee, his arm over Chris's shoulder, hugging him close. Another hot night. Another chance to get that one final lethal injection that they each lusted after. Another chance for yet more AIDS cells to multiply within him, to incubate and exchange with his sweet husband. The group grew slowly over the last couple of years and Rick became the default leader. Once he did manage to convert to HIV Positive, there was no stopping him. Even the bouts with the flu, pneumonia and other setbacks didn't keep him from participating. In fact, despite his modest looks, he found that his popularity skyrocketed along with his Viral Load. Thin even when he was in his best of health, the Virus now accentuated his nerdish looks, large nose, oily, unkempt black hair and big brown plastic glasses with perpetually soiled lenses. But the men wanted him. Big time. He tried to structure the group; make it into something other then a fuck club. A place were Chasers could find support and Gifters could help them make the transition in a supportive and understanding way and indiscriminately share their Infection with the nervous newcomers. Originally, he wanted this to be a support group with no sexual activity, except periodically scheduled ritual inseminations. But men are men and boys are boys and gradually the group - and Rick - loosened-up a bit and "fluid exchange" became a regular component of the meetings. The group really took-off when Chris and Todd got involved. Rick met Todd on line in a bareback chat room and invited him to a meeting. That's where Todd met Chris and it was love at first sight. Both the "boys" as Rick referred to them, were then Chasers, Chris being the most forward and adventurous of the two. During that first meeting, Chris sat next to an older guy who announced that his doctor told him he was dying from AIDS. (and who in fact act did die three months later.) Chris casually began massaging the man's dick during the meeting, leaning over to suck it, play with his balls, pinch his nipples. Even though it was announced that sex was prohibited during the sessions, Chris nonchalantly got up and sat on the guy's throbbing cock, facing the group. He slowly went up and down on the man's Infected Bug Blaster while the man's hairy arms rubbed Chris's torso up in down in silent admiration, the hairy forearms a stark contrast to the young man's smooth well muscled chest and abdomen. With several of the men beating off in silent accompaniment, the man finally came with a loud sigh during meeting announcements. Chris casually got off the still throbbing Prick and sat back down in his seat, infected Bug Juice oozing out of his incredible ass onto the metal seat of his chair. Chris spent the rest of the meeting playing with the man's limp cock, gathering up the oozing Fuck Cream in his fingers and nonchalantly inserting it back into his hot young hole. During that night's Fellowship, Todd made a beeline to the Chris and the older man and confessed that he too wanted what Chris got. Chris teased him while he knelt before the old man, hungrily gobbling his infected Prick, bringing it to attention. Chris coaxed the hot young man to mount the rigid Death Stick and take his first Infected Load. Both young men bathed the man with their tongues, worshiping his dying body, eating out each other's newly bred asses for all the men to enjoy. Chris coaxed Todd to join him and the man at his apartment for a more intimate breeding session, which Todd eagerly accepted. During that weekend and on subsequent nights, the two young studs wore the old man out, but took several loads of infected Croak Cream. At the next meeting the following week, Todd and Chris announced to the group that they were "going steady." Of course their interpretation of "going steady" meant that they were going to get infected together and were regular little pigs about it. Chris converted 7 weeks later and Todd was not too far behind. They moved in together and became regular fixtures at the Men's Circle Fellowship as the group became known. They even requested a "commitment ceremony" and asked the old man if he would mount each of them during the festivities, depositing one of his final loads into them as Chris showered hot obscenities into his ear and dozens of men stood and knelt around, beating off enthusiastically. It pleased the newly weds very much to know that the old man who was first to breed them died only two months after their "marriage." Now the boys were in a race to see which one would get the most lethal strain of HIV. Rick had his money on Chris, though Todd was not feeling too well lately. "Such gorgeous guys!", Rick thought to himself as the two lath young bodies rippled with every bend and gesture, their sizeable Dicks flapping around in the air, slapping against their muscular thighs as they walked. "Too bad they won't see 30. Not even 24!" Todd and Chris made themselves the unofficial greeters for the group and they manned their stations at the card table, setting out the name tags they had designed on Todd's computer, featuring a biohazard symbol and a plus sign, a minus sign and a question mark. They would enter the guest's name on the tag with a felt tip pen, and circle the sign that corresponded to the guest's HIV status. Most men knew the routine. There was always a lot of hugging and kissing as the boys would welcome a friend or past fuck partner. They would open the man's shirt or pull it over his head jokingly, and place a nametag on his bare chest, making sure that the guys with the hairiest chests got their tags placed on good and firmly, so that it would cause more then a little discomfort when they were ripped off at the end of the evening. As most men that they were expected to strip for the meeting and put their clothes under their chairs, but men who wished to remain fully (or partially clothed could do so and were not pressured.) Some men preferred not to strip, usually new comers. But upon seeing these two incredibly beautiful young men greeting them at the door, most men willingly - and often rather earnestly -disrobed with out any encouragement. Rick busied himself with some of the paper work and announcements for the meeting as the men began arriving. He noticed there was a line at the door and Todd was on his knees playfully rimming out a new arrival, who was bent over the table writing his name on a tag. "Hey, what about me!" Chris chided and got down on his knees next to his partner and playfully pushed him away, inserting his face into the man's hairy crack. Todd pulled the man's ass cheeks closed on his boyfriend's face and the men in the line chuckled. "Next!" Chris called-out as he stood up to tend to his duties, his face wet with ass juice. "Let me have some of that!" an older gentleman with gray hair responded as he leaned over the table, putting his arm around Chris' neck, pulling him close, licking the boy's face and chin. "Hey Doc!" Todd responded. "How's tricks, Doc?" The Doctor disengaged a deep French kiss from the blonde's mouth and responded: "I think that they're fine, just fine!" nodding toward a tall young man standing next to him, with a muscle shirt and large chain choker around his neck. The young man was hot as hell, as were all of the Doc's other "nephews." Doc Dan was a regular fixture at the meetings. Dispensing advice and plenty of chemical stimulants, Virus and anything else "his boys" needed. Thanks to Doctor Dan, so many of the group members progressed rapidly, having the time of their (young) lives. Fucking like animals until their untimely end. In fact, so many of Doctor Dan's boys died of AIDS that the group members jokingly referred to him as Doc Death, not without irony, and not without admiration. "How are my best patients?" the older man asked the young couple. "You guys need any more stuff?" "If we got any more, we'd fuck our brains out!" Todd responded wryly, referring to the Doctor's reputation of supplying group members with high potency aphrodisiacs. "He already cum 7 times a day, Doc," Chris told the Doctor, putting his arm around his husband's neck and kissing his cheek. Todd's rigid Cock twitched in involuntary response. Todd added: "But maybe you can help Chris get re-Bugged? He really wants to get a lethal dose." "Well, Kenny here is bubbling-over with a new strain that I just got from Europe. Let's talk and plan something at the Clinic" their physician offered. The young couple nodded in agreement, eyeing the Doctor's young "nephew" appreciatively. The fellow nodded without any indication of emotion on his face. Chris handed the young man his name tag as Kenny peeled-off his shirt. A extremely large red circle was marked prominently around the "+" sign on the tag. "Just so we all know were the good juice is," Chris joked to the stud, who didn't seem interested in anything that was said; he just stood and rubbed the growing lump in his pants, eyeing Chris suggestively. Next in line was a young red-haired college boy, whose timid, naive manner made Todd and Chris perk-up their Peckers. "Welcome!" Chris greeted, leaning over the table and kissing the redhead on the lips. "You're new!" The boy averted Chris's gaze and looked down. "Your name?" Todd asked. "Stephen." "Status?" "Neg." "Not for long!" Chris teased in response. The student blushed. "He's so cute," Chris commented to his husband, making the boy blush even more. "Can we screw him, honey?" Todd smiled and helped the redhead remove his shirt, and placed the nametag on his chest. "Nice" Todd commented appreciatively, rubbing his bare hand on the boy's smooth chest. A man behind the boy reached around him and undid his belt and loosened his jeans, which dropped around the redhead's ankles. Todd pulled the kid's briefs down to his kneels and whistled as he examined the growing Cock in his hands. "This is nice too!" Todd offered. The man started kneading the boy's ass, while Todd jerked the Cock to erection. He Frenched the boy who melted in Todd's arms. The Boys seemed to have that effect on a lot of new comers. "Take a seat and we'll be over later. Save a chair on each side of you," the student was instructed as he stepped out of his clothes and gathered them up in his arms. The redhead walked to an empty chair, his veiny red Cock arching unabashedly in front of him, like some large, lewd, aroused snake. The large mushroom head grew bright crimson and the veins began to grow and throb. Shinny, drops of Boy Dew began to droll out of the opening. "Whew!" one of the older men whistled a daddy type with large mustache and a stomach to match. The boy's fleshy pink ass jiggled as he walked across the hall, making the Daddy's Pecker seep Man dew appreciatively. The man could anticipate the moist warm receptacle that the boy's body offered and, catching the Daddy's glance, the boy blushed nervously "You want to get Knocked-up real fast, baby?" the daddy asked the boy. "I can give it to you right now, come'ere!" The boy nervously sat down, holding his clothes in his lap to hide his growing shame. "Leave the boy alone, Hank," another older man scolded, "He's nervous. Give him time. Let him enjoy it." "Don't worry, we won't let anybody POZ you till you're ready." The second man was an effeminate type, mid-50's. He walked over to the boy's chair and, standing behind him, he started to pat his freckled back, rubbing, them massaging the taut skin, as his own engorged cockhead left wet trails along the back of the boy's neck. "You can go when you want to go, baby. Trust me. It will be incredible." "You have plenty of time for that Death Fuck; You DO want your Death Fuck, don't you." The boy stared as if he did not hear the question, but he gradually relaxed. "That's it, relax. Put those clothes under your chair and let us see what you brought us. The boy obediently did as he was told, sitting now totally naked and exposed, his knees knocked together more from the cold air then from fear. "You're a beauty," the older man said, reaching down over the boy's shoulder and grabbing the incredibly large Red Erection, squeezing pre-Cum from the head. "You want to Convert, don't you baby? " the effeminate man cooed at the newcomer. This time, the student nodded in agreement. "That's all you can think of, isn't it?" The boy nodded again, his hungry young Cock visibly jerking larger as he nodded. The boy wanted it. Bad. If these people only know how much. "Well, you just relax, sit back and enjoy the meeting. You'll be beggin' for it by the time we're through with you tonight!" The boy did what he was told and sat back and relaxed, less nervous about his Erection, but still shy, fearful and inhibited. He looked around the room, there were now about 20 men seated, almost all of them naked, most with hard-ons. Some sitting and talking to their neighbors or other naked men who stood around in small clusters. Most of the men had erections, some were actually dripping worse then he was. The boy marveled at the beauty of men's bodies, how their erect Cocks bobbed in the air before them when they walked like some profane flag. How the Dew glistened from their immense swollen tips, announcing their readiness to copulate, inseminate, to create life - and in his case he hoped - to destroy it. The boy sat mesmerized. His angry red Cock bobbing and swaying in front of him, poking out proudly from the crop of bushy red pubic hair like some hungry demon, demanding satisfaction and pulling him after it into a lustful and inevitable abyss of pleasurable self destruction. Some men were sitting, legs apart, slowly massaging their Fuck Poles. One man in particular, who looked like he was in his late 30's, was incredibly hot and masculine. Buzz cut, hairy chest, nice thick thighs, hairy legs. Nothing on but gym socks. He sat back in his chair, pelvis arched forward, slowly jerking off what the kid thought was an eight incher, staring directly at the kid from his seat across the large circle. All that evening, the man didn’t take his eyes off the redhead. The boy actually started to get beads of sweat on his forward not knowing how to react, feeling scrutinized. He would look away, then jab a quick look back to see if the man was still staring. And he was. The boy kept playing that game until, halfway through the meeting he gave up and give in to the man, the boy opened his legs, arched his timid, unschooled pelvis forward and let his hungry, young red Cock take control. He ceased averting the man's gaze. He became captured. He began to beat off with the man, staring into those deep, dark eyes. The boy did not know it, but that night he set eyes on the man who was going to kill him. Literally. And, in just a few hours he would be actually begging the man to do it. In fact, demanding that the man infect him, fuck his hole, kill him with his Infected, Deadly, Mother Fucken' Cum. Breed Him. Make him his Death Pig. He was the Man's Whore Boy. He would give everything, his body, his health, his life to the man, just to give the man a few minutes of carnal pleasure. He wanted the man's Seed. In his passion and submission, the boy would finally scream it for all the men to hear: "Give it to me!! Give my you Cum, Man. I want it. I want AIDS. Please give me AIDS. Kill me Man, Kill my Fucken Hole." The man would not only loosen the boy's virgin neg ass, his beautiful young body, but his entire soul. By the end of the night, the man would have the boy spewing profanities that he never could even think before. By the end of the night, the boy would fall hopelessly and impossibly in love with Ned, his Gifter and his Sweet Murderer. Ned. Former college linebacker. Former Marine. Former cost accountant with the High Mount School District, now on medical leave. Full-blown Ned. Lethal Ned. Breeder Ned. "You should never fall in love with your Gifter," the boy would have been told had he cared to listen during the meeting. And never fall in love with Ned, Stephen. Certainly not Ned. "We could tell you stories, Steve" the group would have warned him. "Let Ned fuck you if you want, but don't let him fuck you over." But, once Ned's stare had the boy transfixed, he was a goner. It was only a matter of time, till Ned would have him impaled on his Throbbing Croak Stick, blasting Liquid Death into the boy's soft young buns. It would only be a matter of time till the boy would become infected, go full-blown, and begin to whither away, all the while hoping beyond hope that Ned would return, it not his love, at least his phone calls. It was only a matter of time. When Ned set his gaze on the boy, the countdown began. The clock began ticking. The boy’s life began slipping away. He now had a limited time left. 27 months, 14 days to be exact, before Ned's hungry Seed claimed yet another young victim. All of his parents plans for him, a career, a good long healthy life, all of them were now derailed by that hot Ex-Marine's eyes and mesmerizingly fat Death Stick. But even if the redhead would have known all these things, it would not have dissuaded him from showering that evening, brushing his hair, putting on his hottest pair of jeans, stuffing his sizeable Cock into his briefs and taking the subway to Mill Creek Station Number 7, to 1345 Cannel Street. It would not have dissuaded him from opening that door and entering into the Men's Circle Fellowship. Not in the least. Like a drowsy sleepwalker, the boy knew exactly what he was doing when he followed-up on that blast mail. He set his own clock and his body embraced Ned's gaze with all its soul. The countdown had begun.

I was out and about a while back when I started feeling horny. I was toying with an idea for a while. Something that would get the other persons heart pounding too. On this night i contacted a Brazilian shemale escort who was on bbrt at that time. She was a thick 9 incher with a skinny body and bid tits. I knew for some time she was a party girl and a bareback fucker. I also know she had lived in Thailand for a while. I told her I was out with a friend and we were both drunk. I said he was straight and had never taken any chems before but was interested in trying G and T with a "professional" lady. . She agreed to meet him 1 2 1 and see how things panned out. amd agreed not to mention she was a ladyboy until he was high. Little did she know I was that "straight guy" and she was in my trap. I sent her my number and told her I would get him to call her. I told her I was going to a sauna and wished her a good night I called her a few minutes later and explained I had been given her number by a good friend. She said she was expecting my call and asked If I wanted to party. I said yes and she text me her address. I arrived and she buzzed me up. I was rock hard and my chest was pounding because of the charade. When she opened the door I was blown away. She was slim, beautiful and I spied a little bulge. We made our way into the bedroom. She gave me a little kiss and told me to relax. I gave her a donation and she left for a few minuets. I looked around the room. I could see poppers, various sized dildos from small to holy fuck. She returned with a little tray with a drink to relax me. I downed the aloe vera drink and noticed the tell tale after taste. It was strong, she hadnt gone easy, she clearly wanted me relaxed high and loose. Once again she kissed me left again and told me to relax. I stripped to my boxers and noticed a discussion going on in the other room. I assumed whoever was in there didnt approve of her taking advantage of me. She returned again with the same tray. This time was different. There was a small clear bag, a glass pipe and a lighter. She asked me if I knew what it was, I played dumb and asked if it was G...she smiled, pulled me close and kissed me for about 30 seconds. She prepared everything for me. She explained how to breath and when to exhale. She sparked it up. When it began to evaporate she siad "slowly inhale" I sucked back for about 10 or 15 seconds. "Wait" she said after about 15 seconds she told me to exhale....instant nirvana. The G I had taken earlier started kicking in. I slightly exaggerated the reaction to maker her feel I was a helpless virgin in her control. She kissed me again, deeper this time. My cock was rock hard. She felt it and smiled. She repeated this multiple times. She said I needed more to relax. When she was satisfied she told me to take a shower I showered wile trying not to fall over. Her G was strong or the dose was high. When I was finished I walked naked back to the bedroom. I saw her in the living room with a bi Brazilian guy who I found out later owns the place and is letting her stay with him for sexual servicing. They were preparing to slam each other. They noticed me looking and I kept walking into the bedroom. The pipe and lighter were still there so I hit it hard as I could waiting for her to return. A little while the guy came out and asked me how I was doing with a big smile. I gave him a thumbs up. He said he loved hairy guys blew me a kiss and stumbled back into the living room. I expected to hear them fucking any minute but she returned to me with another drink and a big kiss. She was high as a kyte and rock hard but i pretended not to notice. I downed the drink and she took me to the bed and started kissing me deeply. We chatted and kissed. I talked to her about a recent holiday to Thailand and mentioned I wanted to go back alone, having gone with a friend before. She took off her bra. We continued to kiss and she asked me why i wanted to go back to thailand. I said i dont know, maybe to meed a thai ladyboy or get a massage. She smiled and told me she is a ladyboy. Still acting I asked her what she meant. She stopped sissing me, moived back and pulled out her huge cock. I joked that she tricked me and my friend tricked me. I sat up and kissed her. She went into horny overdrive and kept kissing me and rubbing my cock. She then sterted rubbing my asshole lightly as she moved down to start sucking me off. She sucked my cock and licked my asshole for a few minutes then stopped. She gave me the pipe and left the room. I sucked deep and blew clouds. She ruturned with a blindfold and retrived stockings from her drawer. She asked if it was ok as she started to tie me spread eagle. I was so high at this time i could barely spoke. She kissed me and left the room. She quickly returned but i could hear whistering in the background of the music. She kissed me repeatedly switching from kissing me to sucking my cock. She told me to focus and she would hold the pipe for me. I followed her instruction. I also felt my arm being tied at the elbow. "OK now" she said. I slowly inhaled my deepedt one yet. "Hold it" she said. I helf my breath as long as i could. As i was exhaling i could feel the band around my elbow being released and a warm feeling throughout my whole body. My feet and hands were untied as i curled up in the foetal position...it was my forst slam and it was a huge one. I felt nausea for a minute and was unable to speak. I tried to lift myself but my arms crumpled beneath me. I lay on the bed blindfolded. I could feel her kisses on my lips , his mouth around my cock and his fingers in my ass. This was the begining of a 2 day session. Let me know if you want to know more...

Moving in with Dad Todd never knew his Father when he was growing up. His Dad, Jeff, had knocked-up Todd's Mom back when the two of them were in high school and since they lived in a small, ultra church-going town, she was not going to have an abortion. Todd's mother raised him on her own until she suddenly died midway through his senior year of high school. His maternal grand parents wanted to take him in, but state law gave Jeff primary responsibility for Todd's care, so once Jeff was apprised of the situation, he gladly took Todd in to live with him in a town in the adjoining county. The first few days for Todd in his Father's were, quite naturally, somewhat awkward, but the two found a comfortable routine. Todd was particularly pleased when he realized his Father was far less controlling than his Mother had been, so Todd found himself enjoying a sense of freedom which he never experienced with his Mother, especially when Jeff guided Todd through the process of getting a driver's license and in providing a car which Todd could use to drive to and from school, as well use as around town. Todd even felt the freedom to explore more of himself. From an early age Todd had sensed he was gay, but given the ultra-conservative character of his Mother's family and the town in which he and she had lived, he suppressed any exploration of his sexuality. Living with his Father, on the other hand, was a different story, and Todd quickly found a himself a friend at school, David, with whom he could let his guard down and be himself. Quickly David and Todd were spending a fair amount of time together, and, given Jeff was often out on weekend evenings, Todd was able to host. The first night they hung out Todd received and gave his first blow job, in the process swallowing David's load, which was Todd's first experience in tasting cum. The following week David got Todd to fuck him, and as David never used condoms, the fuck session was bareback. Naturally David bred Todd's hole, maintaining condoms ruined a good sexual experience for both the top and bottom. On Todd's 18th birthday came around, Jeff took him out for a nice dinner, and the following Friday night, when Jeff was on the road, David introduced Todd to a strange glass pipe, showing Todd how to take a hit off of it. Now, Todd had never explored any recreational substances, but having enjoyed everything David had suggested they explore up to date, it wasn't a stretch to get him to try smoking a bowl or two. That night, however, somewhat unexpected, Jeff came home early, entering the house quietly to avoid awakening his son. Moving soundlessly down the hallway, Jeff passed Todd's door, which was slightly ajar, the glow of a television providing the only light in the vicinity. However, before Jeff had completely passed the doorway, he registered a slight hint of movement which arrested Jeff, compelling him to pause to understand what he was seeing. Then, through the gap between the door and the door frame, Jeff registered Todd was 'entertaining' David, and that David on Todd's bed, on all fours, and that Todd was behind him and that both boys were naked. Standing discretely in the shadows, Jeff smiled and thought to himself, "Like father, like son," and, this same reaction extended to seeing Todd light up and heat the bowl. At this exact moment, David chanced to glance back at Todd, and in so doing, caught a glimpse of Jeff. The two briefly locked eyes, and then Jeff discretely and quietly moved down the hall, heading for his own bedroom. David, however, was not as sang froid as Jeff, and slid off of Todd's cock saying "Todd, your Dad just walked down the hallway and saw us!" "You sure?" Todd asked, even as David dressed. "Yeah, absolutely. Sorry, guy, but I'm out of here. We'll talk later." After David left Todd thew on some mesh basketball shorts and, taking a deep breath, walked down the hallway to see his father, whose bedroom door was slightly ajar, and a light was burning. Before Todd could knock his father called out in an even voice, "Come on in, Todd." Not knowing what to expect, Todd complied, finding his Father in the bathroom doing something with the water running. "Todd, make yourself comfortable, I'll be right out," Jeff called. A few seconds later Jeff walked into the bedroom, shocking Todd in the process: Jeff was butt ass naked. Todd was not so shocked, however, not to think 'Man, Dad has a great body, and I guess I have Dad's cock'. In fact, Todd couldn't help but stare at his Father. Although 35 Jeff's body was quite muscular, and his cock was a full eight inches, even soft. Moving his line of sight up to his Father's face, Todd relaxed somewhat. Clearly his Father wasn't outraged or distraught, in fact he looked quite cool. 'He's probably going to give me a safe sex talk', Todd thought. What he didn't expect was Jeff's opening question "So, how do you like fucking David?" Although a bit startled at the opening question, Todd had presence of mind to answer honestly "It's great, Dad, I love fucking David." "And what about the pipe?" Todd wasn't on uncertain ground how to best answer, but Jeff made it easy when he set the stage saying "I sure like smoking sand glass pipe. Don't you?" The Jeff really blew Todd away when he asked "Todd, would you like to get high with me? The stuff I have will blow you away." Todd didn't have to actually answer his Father. Rather Jeff approached with a rubber strap, a syringe loaded with some liquid, and an alcohol wipe. Jeff put the rubber strap on Todd's left bicep, and then used the alcohol wipe to wipe-down Todd's inner elbow, and then, still not having said a word, Jeff took the syringe in hand, pulling the cap off with his teeth, then sinking the needle in a fat vein in Todd's inner elbow, withdrew the plunger, drawing forth a drop of blood before emptying the content of the syringe into Todd. Just before Jeff removed the rubber strap was "Todd you'll probably feel a surge of warmth, followed by a chemical taste in the back of your throat and then you'll probably cough a couple times, then you'll feel your heart race and your breath will also increase. Just ride the rush, relax and enjoy the experience."

James was a good boy. He was the best boy. James was the soccer jock, lgbtq club president, popular, friendly, and at 6'0", 165, blonde hair and blue eyes - gorgeous. He was the boy everyone wanted. James breezed through Stanford and then Princeton Law. His parents gave him a car for high school graduation; a backpacking trip through Europe for college graduation; and a condo for graduating law school. James new condo was in Chicago as was his new job at a top firm. James worked a lot, but he still played sports, ran, went to the gym and managed to fuck as much ass as he could find on Grindr. James a a wet dream - smart, attractive, educated, good job, gorgeous body, and a top. James fucked every gorgeous guy between the ages of 18-25 who hit him up on Grindr. He'd always go to their place. He'd always use a condom. He'd always blow his load on the guy's back or face. Boys fell at his feet and he loved it. He wasn't conceited, but it felt natural that guys hit on him and he accepted it with grace and a hard cock. James was picky though. The guys had to be as hot as him. He didn't want to grab anyone's soft belly or flabby tits as he fucked them. He wanted perfect guys. James also rejected barebackers. He thought they were stupid and risking their lives for momentary pleasure. You see, even though James had been fucking guys since he was 15, he had never once fucked a dude without a condom. James would say, "I'm saving that for the man I love." Enter...............the Tip James was out with his gay friends one night. They'd all been to a fundraiser for a gay rights organization and had a few drinks. They went out directly afterwards. James' friends were much like him, athough mostly bottoms and certainly not only have safe sex. In fact, most of them thought James was kind of pretentious about the safe sex aspect of his life. But, they never mentioned their dissatisfaction to James or each other. James' friend, Mike, introduced him to a friend visiting from Spain. Juan was a bit shorter than James, but he was just as fit. James thought Juan was the hottest man he had ever seen. Juan was very attracted to James. Mike had met Juan in Madrid. In fact, Mike had been fucked and bred by Juan many times, including that very morning. Mike knew not only that James and Juan were both tops, he also knew Juan was an amazing bareback-only top. Mike had also been fucked by James, who he knew to be a safe sex only top, so Mike thought it'd be interesting to see what developed between the two tops. It wasn't long before Juan was touching James all over. James was getting more girly than any of his friends had ever seen him. In fact almost everyone was shocked when James went to get drinks and Juan pressed his cock into James' amazing ass and very slowly ground into James. James was nervous. He was a top and this guy obviously wanted to fuck him. He didn't really know what to do. The guy was so hot that James had to fuck him. To calm himself, James drank more than usual, with the consequence he was rather drunk by the time he and Juan left the bar. James broke his first rule, namely he never brought tricks to his condo, but knowing Juan was staying at Mike's place, and as James wasn't interested in Mike being privy to what transpired that night, it seemed James' condo was the best option. Once in the cab, James finally got a good feel of Juan's amazing nine and a half inch cock. Now, James' cock was a solid eight incher, eight inches that guys loved, but James found Juan's cock was utterly amazing in both length and girth. They kissed in the cab, and Juan, never the shy type, sought-out James' crotch and massaged below James' balls, striving to reach his hole. James didn't really know why he did so, but almost involuntarily he spread his legs to accommodate Juan's focus of interest - his hole, and when Juan's fingers found that hole, James moaned softly. Once upstairs, James made a drink for each, and they enjoyed the amazing view of the Chicago skyline from James' living room. Not to be outdone by the city scape, Juan pulled his shirt off to afford James another amazing sight. James followed suit, and the two men resumed making out, as James melted into Juan's nimble fingers and suggestive tongue. It wasn't long before James and Juan were naked and James hands were braced against the floor to ceiling windows as Juan ate his jock ass. Even in his drunken haze, James thought several times that Juan ate ass better than he had ever eaten another man's ass, particularly as Juan's tongue reached an amazing depth into James' hole. Juan knew James was a top, Mike having told him as much, and, to get into James' ass, Juan knew he would need to weaken all of James' defenses, and opening-up James' hole was the best way to ensure James would be fucked at this very window, so Juan kept eating James' ass for quite some time until he got to his feet and asked "Why not grab some lube?" James returned with both lube and condoms. Juan pressed James against the window again and jammed his tongue up James' ass, causing James to moan like a whore. James was sober enough to realize he was begging like most of the bottoms he'd fucked. James decided right then that he would let Juan fuck him. It would be the first time James had been fucked his senior year of college. Juan recognized the relaxation of ass and back muscles as the other top gave his ass over to him, so he started fingering James. First, one finger, then two, then twisting and corkscrewing the fingers; then more ass-eating. Only to repeat the sequence several times. After almost an hour of prepping James' ass for this fuck Juan stood up and pressed his cock on James' ass crack, as he simultaneously kissed James and ground his cock into James' crack. Juan asked James what he wanted. "Please fuck me," came the reply. Juan made James beg to get fucked, and beg James did, realizing to some degree Juan was turning him into his bitch, but James was too drunk and too turned on to care. James wanted Juan's cock inside him. He needed it tonight. James spread his cheeks for Juan, face pressed against the glass. He shoved his hole back at Juan. Juan dribbled lube on James ass and then spread his hand over James hole to rub and finger it in. Then for the first time since they had been naked, Juan touched James' cock, giving it a thorough lube job. Juan then lubed James' ass and fingered him again, lubed James' cock again, and then lubed his own cock. Juan pressed forward on James open hole. James winced as he felt the cock enter him. Then he relaxed as the spongy head was pushing inside him. James knew it would hurt, but he really needed Juan to fuck him tonight. As Juan was pressing in a bit more, James asked "Are you wearing a condom?" "No," Juan replied. "I never fuck without a condom. Put one on." Juan pressed in a bit more and then pulled back some. Juan was watching and half his head was inside James now. Juan said, "I'm not even inside you yet. Let me just play around with the tip and then I'll put on the condom." James reasoned Juan's suggestion was okay as they would fuck bareback only briefly- only a minute or so. "Okay, but just for a minute. Then use the condoms on the table." Juan agreed. He had this safe sex top exactly where he wanted him. Juan pushed and pulled a little bit farther inside James' hole with each thrust. Once half Juan's cock was inside James, Juan asked James how he liked it. "It feels really good. We should put on a condom though." "Just a bit more. Your ass feels so amazing wrapped on my cock this way." Juan continued to lightly play with James' cock and stroke his lean, hot jock body as the former top was giving up his ass. Juan didn't take long before he was balls-deep in James' hole. James could feel Juan's public hair on his ass. He knew Juan was all the way inside his ass bareback. James mentioned the condom again. Juan flexed his cock inside James and James moaned and squeezed his ass on Juan's cock. 'Fuck it' James thought, adding 'I'll live it up. Just this one time. I'll let Juan fuck me bareback'. Juan knew he had James now. He knew the boy would never mention a condom again tonight. Juan started fucking James hard. James was moaning and grunting. Juan was amazed at how easily this safe sex top had given up his ass bareback. Juan was chuckling inside. He thought to himself, "All bottoms just need to be shown they are bottoms." Juan and James were sweating. James was getting his ass seriously fucked by the hottest guy ever. Juan was fucking a seriously hot guy. James and Juan both knew how amazing this fuck felt. James was grunting and moaning. He started imagining what it would be like bent over like this for Juan more often. James was imaging Juan fucking him everyday. He thought how lucky he was to have this gorgeous man inside him. How privileged he felt to be fucked by this big dick. Wow. Juan was an amazing fuck. Juan was stroking James cock faster and he was fucking with shorter and shorter strokes. James knew Juan was going to cum. Juan said, "I'm going to cum." James reached his hand back, grabbed James ass and pulled him inside him. James felt his first internal cum shot at that moment. He felt so hot. He felt so sexy. He felt so amazing. James came all over the rub and window. Without a thought of condoms, Juan fucked James multiple times a day, every day for the next two weeks before he left to return home. Juan came in James every time. Juan eventually started making James beg for the cum to be shot in his ass. James loved it.

Don't know if you need a psychologist, but definitely you need multiple opinions, which you're sure getting here! Like you, I was turned on with bareback, excited by the risk, and conflicted about converting. Even took poz loads and didn't convert. And when I thought I was ready, the gifters I knew seemed to disappear! But eventually, I got it. And after a really miserable fuck flu, I'm back, cocked, and loaded with silver poz bullets! It seems my dick's harder than ever, my balls work overtime producing more seed than ever, and am having awesome sex--including some guys who want my toxic gift. Is it psychological? Is it the virus replicating? Both? Maybe? All I can offer is my lived experience--and my semen, if you want it! ?

See if you have Naked or Blackout night at the Lab. But you also have an upgrade in the future - Biohazard.eu parties. Look that up. You won't even remember a number 7.

Was in NYC and connected with a local FB. He came over to my hotel and we quickly got undressed. He hopped up onto the bed and I started sucking his cock until he was rock hard and ready for more. He's about 7 inches, not too thick, but knows how to work that tool to maximum effect. I slid down to the edge of the bed and bent over. He lubed up and slowly worked his hard cock into my hole. A few hits of poppers had me feeling fine, and I could feel his balls pushing against mine. He was buried to the hilt inside me. After a few seconds to get accustomed to his cock (as it had been about 4 months since I last bottomed), he started working in and out of my hole. He put his hand on the back of my neck and forced my face into the bed. Felt so good for him to take control of me and use me for his pleasure. He continued to pump his cock into my hole, with no regard to my pleasure. He didn't care, and I was fine with that. My entire existence at that point was to make him cum and release wherever he wanted. But I wanted his cum inside me. I needed his load. I needed to be used by him for his pleasure. As he increased the pace of his fucking, I knew he was getting close. Another hit of poppers, and I was feeling fine. He quickened his pace, and I could feel he was near. Finally, it got to the point of no return, and he pushed deep into my hole. I could feel his cock as it pulsed, shooting rope after rope of cum deep inside my bowels. I felt the contentment of satisfying my top, After a few minutes, he softened and pulled out of my hole. As we laid together in bed, I could feel his cum leaking from my hole. I clamped down, determined to keep his white gold inside as long as possible. We repeated this two more times, and he left after breeding me 3 times last night. I went to sleep with his loads in my hole all night long. Turned out to be a fantastic trip to NYC after all.

This big bellied, cigar smoking bareback bottom would love to meet you and your buddy...

“It’s not a problem” ”Toughen up” ”it’s always been this way” ”we just want to be left alone” ”so tired of PC Bull Sh**” All things a white guy says when confronted with racist language or behavior he propagates. Because fighting racism is “politically correct nonsense”.

Missionary probably allows for the deepest penetration, however I prefer ass up face down/doggy or me laying on my tummy while he is on top of me with his forearm across my neck slightly choking me.

The following is my absolutely true experience on Saturday into Sunday, 1/26 - 27. Posted here to honor the mod's request not to post chem stories in the last load directory. I took the plunge(r) this weekend. I was on Jack'd doing my regular weekend cock cruise when i came across the profile of a dude I'd chatted with a few years ago on BBRTS. He's a parTy guy, which I already knew...and also knew what I was potentially setting myself up for. I started telling him about how I love the stories here, especially the chem sex ones; but more specifically the stories of guys "stealthed" with T and that I had fantasized often about it happening to me. I had explained this fantasy scenario to a couple guys in the past, but either they didn't take the hint or I got up to the point of doing it, then backed out. But I had taken a Molly earlier in the day (recently started experimenting with that), which probably helped lower my (already low) inhibitions. We eventually agreed to meet. I drove to his motel room a couple miles away and we started fooling around, which eventually ended up with me ass up on the edge of the bed fucking. He nutted, pulled out and said stay right there, don't move. I knew what was coming. I wanted to panic and leave, but i also wanted to stay and see it out. Staying won out. Soon after, I felt something pushed into my hole and liquid filling my insides. The bump started taking hold a few minutes later as he worked a good sized vibrator in and out of my hole. A rush of warmth, followed by euphoria and a craving to be fucked. It wasn't a strong feeling, just kinda took the edge off my inhibitions. He slid back into me and pounded another load into my cunt. We laid on the bed talking a little bit. I started to question my choice and panic a little, but he talked me down from the edge. I eventually asked him directly to give me another bump. This time, the high hit. I needed dick and I needed it N.O.W. He slid back into me and popped off a third load. I knew that wasn't enough. Right then, my Kik alert sounded. It was this young kid from BBRTS who had fucked me a time or two over the last month. He said "I have a fever, but I'm really horny. Can I still come fuck you?" I told him sure, I just needed to get back to my place. I thanked my host and left, in a hurry to get another load into me. I get home and he arrives not long after. Slides in and starts pounding away at my cunt. He's got a cold, but he's still giving it his all. Eventually dropping a good sized load. He leaves. I need more. I hop onto the sex sites, cruising for more dick. Scrolling through Grindr, I notice my favorite fuck buddy is on. Jackpot. Let me tell you about this guy: he's black, about 6-feet tall, built like a god, and blessed with at least 9" of thick, uncut cock. He's been very patient working my pussy these last few months to loosen it up and accommodate his fuckstick. Thanks to my other big dick regulars & him, I'm at the point I can take most dick balls deep on the first thrust. I hit him up on Kik, because it's often faster than Grindr. I practically begged him to fuck me, telling him I was partied up and already loaded. I offered to drive to his place across town or give him $10 for gas (an arrangement we had previously discussed). He preferred to travel. When I take dick, I pull my mattress into the living room and lock my pets in the bedroom. He wanted to stand and fuck me. I told him I'd be ass up on the chaise lounge. About 15 minutes later, I'm poppered up & in position when I hear the door open. He undress and approaches me. He nudges my hole with his cockhead before shoving it in. FUCK....it hurts and I involuntarily lurch forward. He stays with me, still pushing steadily, and pulls me back toward him. He remembers my request from last time, "don't let me pull off." Soon enough, he's balls deep & I'm in heaven. The next 15 minutes are whirl of him long dicking me, shoving deep to rearrange my guts, and me forcefully impaling myself back on his magnificent cock. It's an amazing feeling. He has this technique of shoving deep, then swinging his hips from side to side to make sure my entire cunt feels his wrath and loosens up even more. One last forceful shove balls deep and he moans, just loud enough for me to hear, while he unloads his nutt. He pulls out suddenly and takes a step back. I flip around to clean off his still hard dick, licking under the foreskin. He shudders slightly. "You got another load in there for me?" I ask. He doesn't say anything, but i know he does. I go down on him again, taking it as far into my throat as i can. His cock is just slightly less than rock hard and I manage to take it all in. I work my throat muscles until I start to gag, then come up for air. I try again, but it's like steel now and i can't get it to bend into my throat the right way. He pulls away. I know what he wants. I flip around and present my pussy to him again. He lets me take a couple hits off my poppers before going in, balls deep, in one hard thrust. I moan. Back in heaven. This time around he's dead set on making sure every inch of my cunt is stabbed, forcefully, and often. Sometimes it hurts, as he re-explores a direction to dig deeper. But the pain only reinforces my craving for more of his cock. I growl and slam back on him in time with his rhythm. I need his dick to tear me up; to show me who's in charge; to prove that he, by birthright of his skin tone, is my superior in every way. He shoves all the way in while forcing my ass lower with his arm. Bam. Oh my god, he's never gotten this deep and it hurts. He knows he's found the spot. He keeps jabbing away at the spot like a jackhammer, never retreating more than an inch before attacking it again. Oh (jab) my (jab) god (jab). He's relentless and all i can do is take it, all i want to do is take it. Now, tomorrow, and forever. One last buck and my body realizes it better open up and let him in. He slides part way out and gives one final forceful thrust and gets through. A soft moan is the only indication that he's breeding me for the second time in 30 minutes. Without warning he pulls out, leaving me empty and recovering from a mix of pleasure and pain. I flip around and attack his dick with my mouth. It's sensitive, and he pulls away slightly; but I'm determined to make sure every drop of him is in my body. His nutt tastes slightly salty-sweet as i lick around the tip as his cum oozes out from under the foreskin. He dresses quietly and leaves. Not even a thank you, not that i expected one. He knows that i know inferior whores don't deserve a thank you. I take a moment to recover, put my sweat pants back on, and start the hunt again. But it's 4am and no one responds to my overtures. I'm high AF, though, wide awake and craving dick. The hunt continues. -end-

Part 4: Acceptance I started to struggle, I could my heart race as the adrenaline kicked in. I kept telling myself that I can’t let them poz me. I can’t let this happen. “Fucking boyhole is trying to stop this. Greg hold him down will ya. Give your piece to suck on for a bit that should calm him down.” My daddy said as he pounded me even harder. Greg can in and helped hold me down. His long slender cock smelled as if he had already been inside a hole and I looked up at him. “Go on, open up, suck me bitch” He said while rubbing the cock all over my face. I felt daddy begin to shift as he moved himself so he could speak softly into my ear. “You wanted to be a boyhole right?” He asked me while still fucking my hole. “Yes” I said. Greg put the poppers under my nose and started to tease his cock into my mouth. “Boyholes live for cum and cock. They don’t need to be beg they need to be poz. Think how free you’ll be knowing you can take anything into you. You’ll be able to get fucked anywhere by anyone all because you’re gonna be a poz cumdump.” He picked up the speed. “Or I could just stop and let you go.” Then it happened. He pulled out and I felt my world shatter. I wasn’t thinking about getting away. I wasn’t thinking about getting tested. I was thinking of how empty I was now that daddy wasn’t in my hole. “No please” I begged. Eyes wide open as I looked back his cock rock hard and wet with lube and my ass juices. “No what?” Daddy asked me. “Please don’t stop fucking me. Please.” I started to scoot back to get daddy back into me. Greg watched me from his spot in front of me and stroked his long cock. “What a boyhole.” Greg said laughing as he took a hit of poppers. “You know what that means then right. You know what you have to become?” He asked me. “I want you back in me. No matter what. I’m sorry I tried to stop this Sir.” I said. Head hung low. ”What are you?” Daddy asked lining back up to my hole. “A boyhole” I said. “A what?” He asked pressing his head into me. “A boyhole.” I said a little louder. “You’re missing something. Say it. What are you?” He started to fuck me again. “A poz boyhole who only wants cum in him.” I shouted looking right at Greg’s face as the cock in my boyhole bottomed out. “Now go ahead boyhole. Take Greg into your mouth and get him ready. He’s next in you after I blow this load.” Daddy said picking up the pace. “Go on boyhole. Suck me. Get me ready to poz your useless boyhole and make you a poz cum dump.” Looking up at him with glazed eyes I opened wide and willing took his poz cock into my mouth. I was a poz boyhole only good for dumping in.

We discuss likes and dislikes. I remind him ive never done anything like this before. I think he sees this as a chance to mold be to something of a plaything. He asks if I like black cock. I tell him I dont mind. We start to smoke. This time I am smoking as I please having my own supply and a share of G. He asks me if i want to try a booty bump. I know what he means but ask him anyway. After explaining he starts to make some up. I can see the ladyboy is tired and she has detached herself from our trio. We bump and I feel weird with my ankles behing my back and a pretty heavily dosed syringe of ice being shot into my spunk lined asshole. He asks me to come with me to a friends apartment to retrieve something. I dress in a girls sweatpants and ill fitting girls teeshirt. It was in the same apartment complex and we cut through the underground carpark. It was daytime much to my surprise. People are starting . Am I paranoid? I realiise I dont care. We arrive at the other apartment. It took about 5 to 10 minutes I cant tell. We are still carrying our bumps and its kicking in nicely. He explains its a friends place. Some older guy he hooks up with. No one is home when we arrive. I start looking around a little. The older guy has a full on sling room with all kinds of rubber, latex, porn and sex toys scattered around. My brazilian friend switches on the light. The bulb is red and he has some kind of disco ball spinning. Added to the chems it looks like disneyland for grown ups. I tell him im going to the bathroom. He is fully naked at this point. I remember how scarily big his cock is and stare at it as he smiles. I drop my bump in the shower. I feel my ass. Its open and moist inside. I shower off and start playing with my ass in the shower finfering it. My cock is roch hard and my ass feels like its got a separate high going all by itself. After a few minutes I dry myself off and we chat for a few minutes. He has a small bag of powder and asks if i want to try. Fuck yes, it could be anything from crack to rat poison but i need it. He crushed it up and makes up 2 lines. He hands me a metal tube and says "one in each side" I gobble them up sniffing as hard as i can. Im hit with a horrible taste at the back of my throat. I cant figure out if its bitter or something else. He makes up another 2 lines which i assume are for him. Go again he says. I dont hesitate. This tastes just as bad. I feel no different but suddenly i start sucking his cock.I cang get half way down without nearly gagging. We sit for a few minutes. Hes on and off his phone messaging. I start to feel a little weird after a while and without hesitating he moves me to the other room and puts me in the sling. He binds my hands and feet to the sling so i cant get up and pulls me forward for a bit so my ass is hanging over the sling. I feel him starting to switch between eating my asshole and fingering. Im gyrating. It feels incredible. He starts to push his cock into me and slowly starts fucking me as i start seeing myself drift down into the earth and part lizzard people doing scientific experiments. I keep going down the dimensions. One of the lizard men sees me. He looks surprised that ive floated into his dimension. I keep drifting down into the earths core. I see lava but i dont feel the heat. After what appeared to be 5 minutes i begin to drift out. I look up to see the red light on and disco lights spinning. Ive no idea where i am. I see someone fucking me but i barely feel it. Hes hammering me as hard as he can like hes trying to shred the inside of my asshole. I notice 2 other figures in the room but cant make out who they are. On of them is putting a needle into my shoulder its my brazilian friend, i look back at the figure fucking me but cant make it out. I start to gyrate again the guy fucking me begins to slow and starts playing with my cock. Then shapes moving. Triangles like a kaleidoscope. After the shapes disappear i begin to open my eyes. Nobody is with me.My hands and feet are undone and the lights are on. I sit there for a while until i can pull myself up. My brazilian friend is in his clothes. He helps me up and into the sitting room. I can feel cum dribbling down my the inside of my legs as he hels me to the kitchen table. He gets me a glass of water and asks how i am. I say horny and he smiles

Always been a heavy cummer and yeah I suffer from hyperspermia too which I used to think was a curse as I was constantly horny 24/7 and felt like a sick sex maniac which made me feel guilty and ashamed. After FINALLY stop giving a fuck and following my dick I began to fuck anything any everything which is how I became the POZ sex machine I am now. Sure I LOVE breeding a guy at least 2-3 times in a row until his hole is drenched and gaping wide and he is made into a sloppy cum pig. Then I know I don't suffer from a curse but rather a blessing and a gift ?

Part 3: boyhole i could feel the hard Daddy cock at my hole. He made small circles with the head to entice me further. I could feel my ass start to quiver and relax as more pressure was applied. That oh so familiar sense of pain and excitement right before the top pushes in was sending my heart rate sky high. I was poppered up naked about to let this old man mount me. I was about to embrace the bestial primal energy I had denied for so long take control and let me become what I really wanted to be. Boyhole. A hole for men to dump into nothing more. “What does boyhole want.” He said. Teasing my hole. Putting pressure then pulling away before he slipped in. I moaned and groaned in frustration. “Nope you have to tell me or no cock for you. Now what does boyhole need??” I could feel the malice and heat from his voice. His breath on my neck he gently rubbed my lower back while rubbing the head against my hole some more. “I want you to fuck me.” I whispered quietly. “What was that?” He said, his cock was lined up now I could feel the heat from his hard man dick poised to enter me. “Louder.” ”I want you to fuck me daddy. I want to feel that hard raw duck turn me into a cum seeking popper pig boyhole. I wanna take your load and have it feel me up. Please.” I begged, hands gripping the sheets realizing I had said it. I said exactly what I had been feeling all this time but was too scared to ever say. But it was out there now. I said to daddy and I gave myself up to him to become his boyhole. “Alright. Take a big hit boyhole. It’s about to happen.” He said. I frantically popped the top off and began sniffing like crazy. The rush hit me fast and in that moment when my body surrendered and my mind was at peace he slid into me in one powerful thrust. He was only using my spit and what little lube I had originally applied to enter me. I could feel the friction and burn from his sudden invasion. I was almost certain he was ripping me to shreds. I knew that I would be sloppy and bloody by the end of this fuck. But it didn’t matter. He wanted me to be his boyhole, not his lover. I laid there taking my pounding fully understand my place. I was just a dump. “Damn this hole is tight,” He said with gritted teeth as he slowly pounded into me. The fleshy slap of his skin against mine made me feel so inferior as my hole averted this new life. “Tore you up real good boyhole. I think everyone needs to see this excellent work.” He said as I felt a shift on the bed. I could hear the door being left open and I realized he was not fucking me for everyone to see. Everyone would now know the real me. I wanted to hide myself but the feelings in my ass just made me beg louder. Moan more and want this feeling to continue. “Hey Jon, who’s the kid?” Asked a middle aged man with a mustache now standing at the doorway watching me degrade myself to being a cum dump. “New boyhole. Just opening him up and changing his life for the better.” Job said slapping my ass hard. I flinched but asked for another which he delivered on the other cheek. “Damn, let me at that hole next. He’ll need more than just your load if he’s gonna be a poz dump for us.” It was at that moment I realized what was happening. I wasn’t just becoming a cum dump. I was being converted. I was becoming a poz cum dump.

because i'm versa more bottom... and need exchange for fuck... not only bottom and dirty talk about pozzing, infecting, corrupting immune system, is requied for me having fun too... Not just the idea to Gift silently

I used to crave my Poz friends loads....then I would think about it and back away. Finally I decided just to let nature take its course. I bottomed for anyone who wanted me. For 3 years I took load after load raw....many I knew were both, others I didn’t know their status....then I became Poz....have never regretted it

Finale James fixed his life over the next few weeks. He got pornhub and xtube and xvideo to take the video down and then got the tumblr guys to take it down too. James let a few of the tumblr guys fuck him so they'd take it down. James even drove to Milwaukee so one guy could fuck him. The guy lived up to his word and took it down. James sister had seen the video and called to make sure he was okay. Fortunately James' parents hadn't seen it, or if they did, they certainly didn't bring it up. And, as only a few discrete gay boys at the firm saw it before he got it down, it seemed as if both the work environment and his family were okay. Of course James' friends had all seen it. They all knew the safe sex jock top had turned into a slutty bareback bottom. James had tried to lie his way through it, but he couldn't. They had all clearly seen his face and heard his voice begging for the top's cum. A top, who, by the way, whose name James still did not know. After due thought, James decided to give up on lying and just be himself. A few months later, James was now a regular at both Steamworks and Man's Country. He didn't care who fucked him and preferred they fucked him bareback. He asked them all to cum inside him. He liked having it happen in a public spot so guys would watch. It made him feel even sexier being the center of attention. Over the next year, James became the bottom everyone had fucked. James no longer cared what people thought of him. He loved taking cocks and their cum in his ass. James was happy.

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire James was busy at work. He was working on a case and was doing 80 hour weeks. His hookups were limited to guys in the Loop. Most of them were out of towners at hotels. That was fine with James. He didn't want everyone in town knowing he was getting fucked bareback. Some of these guys were 20s/30s/hot 40s who James would've checked out at the bars. Others were guys with really big cocks. James got so horny at times that he had to have the cock, no matter who it was attached to. He'd been working like this for months. He needed a night out. Mike's birthday was the perfect occasion. James left work at 8, went home to shower, change, douche, and meet up with the guys. He met up with them just after they finished dinner. He apologized to Mike for being late (work....yadda, yadda). To James surprise, Dustin was at dinner. He didn't think they knew each other that well. What James didn't know is that Mike and Dustin had begun to see each other. Later that evening at the bar, Mike was telling the story of Dustin fucking him for the first time and how great it felt when Dustin's cock exploded. James looked horrified. Dustin and Mike looked at James and each other. Another guy asked what was wrong, James said; "That's gross. I can't believe you let him fuck you without a condom the first time you fucked." James walked away. He was pissed at Mike for being so stupid and unsafe. He kept telling himself that over and over. He also knew how jealous he was because he needed a big cock in his ass. He was looking forward to Dustin exploding inside him that night. Whatever, Mike's funeral. James left the bar. He grabbed a cab and went to his place. He hopped on Grindr and 10 minutes after he was home the doorman called saying his friend was here. "Friend, " whatever thought James. James unlocked the door and went to the bedroom to put on a jock strap. When the guy showed up he was not what James expected, he was Middle Eastern, kinda fat, greasy hair. James was standing there only in his blue jockstrap and thinking, "I can't do this." The guy must've sensed something because he opened his pants and took out a massive cock. James weakened. He walked over to the guy, got on his knees and starting sucking his cock. It grew in his mouth. It was bigger than Juan's cock and it tasted sour. Still James sucked the cock. He wanted it. Ten minutes later, the hairy, fat, older, unattractive man was on his back on James bed. James was lubing his cock and about to lower himself on the man. The man said, "Do you want to use a condom?" James said, "No." The man smiled. James lowered himself onto the man's cock and fucked himself on it for about 5-6 minutes until the man said, "I'm going to cum." James said, "I want it in me." The man unloaded in James. The man left. James rode two other guy's cocks that night. He purposefully sat down on each of them raw while facing a mirror so he could watch the cock disappear inside him. He took both those men's loads too. James woke up around 11, went for a run to the gym and then worked out. He was ignoring his email because he planned to checking it once he went into the office. It was a Saturday, so he was going to work only part of the day. James went home, showered, changed into some casual work clothes and headed to the office. On the way, he opened his personal email and texts. His phone had blown up. People had sent him links and were expressing surprise and calling him a whore. James opened the link and put in his headphones. It was a pornhub link. It opened with him at Dustin's apartment being spitroasted by Dustin and one of his friends. The video lasted over 40 minutes. You could make out, on high volume, James saying, "Fuck me raw." "Cum in my ass." and "Breed me!" The most clear shot was of James when he was being fucked up against the bookcase by a dude whose name he didn't remember. The guy said, "You like getting fucked bareback slut?" James saw himself say, "Yes please cum in me." James was dumbfounded. His life was ruined. His reputation was ruined. WTF? Why would Dustin do this? Then he read the title, "Safe Sex Jock Boy Taking Raw Cocks" He knew Mike had done this. James was so mad, hurt and ashamed.

The party........Oops, I did it again A few weeks after Juan left, James felt the need to get fucked. He never told his friends about this need or what he and Juan had done together. Mike suspected, but James never confirmed anything. James also didn't tell his friends about the toys he bought to use on his ass. He used them every time he jerked off now. James was starting to think of his ass as a sexual organ that needed attention. James had fucked about four guys in the preceding three weeks, each time using the same approach: go to the guy's place, use a condom, cum on his back or face. James enjoyed fucking the guys, but something felt different. He didn't feel as satisfied. He needed another cock in his ass. James went with Mike and a couple of other friends to a party in a lakefront condo. He knew the guys from the bars, but not very well. James was wearing a tee shirt that barely touched the top of his jeans and tighter jeans that usual. The jeans made his ass look amazing. James was a bit self-conscious about wanting to get his ass fucked so he hung around the bar in the kitchen a lot. Mike noticed and sent over an acquaintance who had fucked him recently, Dustin. Dustin was not really James type. He was short, thin, and nerdy, but he was a solid guy, had a huge cock, and was very sexually aggressive. Twenty minutes later James was on his knees sucking Dustin's cock in the bathroom, getting him off in a few minutes. And yes, James swallowed. James may have hoped he and Dustin could return to the party without anyone noticing, but not so: the attendees had noticed 'top jock boy James' was acting a bit different. A few of the guys knew something was up when top boy Dustin and 'top boy' James disappeared into the bathroom together. An hour later, Dustin had his cock in James and was fucking him in an alley between the party and the bars. James opened his ass to Dustin as soon as the boy had told him to. James moaned as he bent over, as Dustin, the ever-so-nerdy guy pummeled his ass. James loving playing the bottom - he needed and had to get fucked - he had to have the cock in his hole. James had condoms in his jeans pockets but none of them were on Dustin's cock. He was letting another dude he'd just met a couple hours ago fuck him bareback. James actually didn't care about that right now. Instead he needed the cock. He also recognized he wanted the cum in his ass. It had been weeks since Juan had dumped his cum in James' ass. Now James needed Dustin's cum. In fact, he told Dustin "I want you to cum in me. Don't pull out." Dustin just pumped harder and in a minute dumped his load in James willing ass. Dustin and James went to join the others at the bars and dance. At 4:00 in the morning, James left the bar with Dustin and some of Dustin's friends. They went to Dustin's house where all four guys fucked former jock top boy James bareback. seeding his hole - and on each occasion James plead for the top's load.

I'd always been a pretty straight laced guy. At the age of 30, I'd done my share of partying, but had never lost my head. I'd been safe, responsible. I was proud to reach 30 without ever contracting an STD. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a stiff. I'd experimented with drugs (weed, coke, Tina, g, e) but nothing too major. And I drank. Man, could I toss back the booze! On the particular February night this story takes place, I'd done just that. One drink at eight had turned into multiple drinks at different bars. I'm a fairly decent looking guy, so I've always been able to flirt at least a shot out of a bartender. By the time I stumbled into my apartment, it was 3:00 A.M. and I was trashed. So, I did what any drunk horny homo does: I got online. Usually, I dirty chat until I pass out but, tonight was different. Almost immediately I saw someone I knew: Justin. Justin was a very hot guy I'd fooled around with a couple of times and then lost track of - the way you can with tricks. He had a huge cock, but was always kind of boring in bed. He was pretty vanilla and never had the throw-down that I wanted. So, you can imagine my shock when he typed "Come over. I'm going to slam for the first time and I want you here." Now, I'd never slammed before, in fact I rarely did Tina. I didn't like the fact that I had difficulty getting hard and cumming when I partied. But, to watch a friend get slammed and party who I didn't know particularly well intrigued me. My rising cock sealed the deal. I was out the door and on the way to his house within five minutes. When I got there, the door man buzzed me into the building without even checking with him. I guess I was expected. I got on the elevator and I thought, I'm not going to party even if there's smoking. I'm going to watch him get slammed, see how slutty he gets, and jack off. That's all. This plan was confirmed when the door was opened not by Justin, but by someone else, who introduced himself saying "Hi, I'm Mark." "Hi Mark. Where's Justin?" "Oh, he's in the bathroom getting ready. Come in." Mark had answered the door shirtless and as i looked at his face and body all I could think was, Mark is poz, probably with a high viral load. He had defined muscles, but the were very pale with veins prominent everywhere. When he shook my hand, I noticed his nails were really long and looked kind of sharp, which was weird. Well, I thought, I'm definitely not partying. Do not want to loose my inhibitions with this guy. I walked into the apartment and found Justin getting out of the shower. "Hey, bro!" he said. "Glad you can make it! I really want someone here I can trust." His body was just as amazing as I remembered. t was hard not to stare, he was so beautiful. His dick, even soft, hung longer than my dick when hard. "No worries. The idea gets me hard, man! Watching you get chemmed!" "It does?" He reached out and felt my rising cock in my jeans. "Fuck yeah, dude. I didn't even know you partied!" "Only on occasion. In fact, I'm taking a hiatus to Tina for awhile, and want to end it with a bang." He started unzipping my jeans. I grabbed him and kissed him hard. "Let's get you fucked up, man!" We went into his bedroom. Mark had laid out three full needles in a tray. "Oh, Mark" I said, "Just in case one of those is for me, I can't tonight. I have work early and can't get fucked up - I'll watch you, 'tho." "Really?" he asked, "cause your dick seems to say otherwise" as he extracted my now hard cock out of my boxers. "I know, man. I wish I could, but really, I have to be responsible tonight." "It's cool. I understand." Justin sat down on a chair, worked a belt around his arm and started pumping his fist. His cock looked like it wanted action, so I started stroking it. "Yeah, Ryan!" he moaned. "Keep doing that. I need a distraction if I'm gonna do this." I knelt down and started sucking his now hard cock. It was so big, I had to concentrate to get it in my throat. "Just keep thinking about him, bro, and enjoy it!" Mark said. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mark prepare a point, and ever so slowly he inserted it into one of Justin's now prominent veins. I knew Justin was hit - he sucked in his breath, held it, and coughed. This had the mark of a good session. Mark undid the belt and pushed Justin's newly pointed arm up over his head. I sucked his cock down to the pubes and forced myself to hold steady, notwithstanding I really was on the verge of gagging. While I was not interested in any chem involvement, I was very interested in satisfying my slutty tendencies by pleasuring myself (and Justin). Justin leaned back, head against the wall, arm resting on his head. All he said was "Oh, fuck!" "You sure you don't want one?" Mark leaned in and asked me. I shook my head no, Justin's cock still in my mouth. Then, quite abruptly, Justin pushed my head off his cock and stood up, swaying a little. I got to my feet and moved to balance him. "You okay, bro?" "I need to go to the bathroom" as he stumbled into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. "How much did you give him?" I asked Mark. "Not much. Certainly not enough that he should have a bad reaction." "I'll go check on him." I walked to the bathroom door and I knocked. "Justin? You okay?" The door opened and Justin gestured me in. "I'm fine" he said. "More than fine." He grabbed me and pushed me up against the door, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I was stunned. Justin had never been aggressive before, but this new behavior was what I wanted. I moaned my approval of the animal the slam had brought-out in him. "I was just pretending" he whispered, continuing "I just met that guy online and, between you and me, I think he's poz." "I thought so, too" I replied quietly. "I think he might be full blown." "Really? Fuck. That crossed my mind. That's why I did this. Go out there and tell him I'm sick. I'll come out in a minute and tell him I just need to go to bed, that I got too much T. Then, you tell him you'll stay to make sure I'm okay. After he's gone, we'll fuck like sluts!" He shoved his tongue into my mouth again, grinding his dripping cock into my crotch. Pulling back, he grabbed my shoulders and flipped me around, bending me over the sink. Pushing my head into the mirror, he ground his cock into my ass crack, which, I thought, was a whole lot more interesting than if I blew him and simultaneously jacked-off. Just as long as I didn't party. Roughly pulling my head back up, he whispered "Get out there, bitch - and get rid of him." Pushing my cock back into my jeans, I zipped up and left the bathroom to find Mark was sitting on the bed. "Everything okay?" he asked. "Naw, man. He must be a light weight. He's really sick. It was kind of gross." "Fuck. Does he need to go to the hospital?" Before I had to come-up with a reply, the bathroom door opened and Justin stumbled over towards us, and unsteadily moved to crash on the bed, only to slide off the edge of the mattress and end-up sitting on his ass at the foot of the bed. Damn, he's good, I thought. For a second even I was convinced by his act. "I'm so sorry, Mark, I've gotta crash" said Justin as I moved to help him onto his bed. "It's okay. It happens - even to those with experience. It's just a matter of chemistry." I felt a little guilty, doing this to Mark. He seemed like an okay guy, especially for a dealer. And as for his supplies, well, at least some were now wasted. But, at the same time, I needed to feel Justin touch me again like he had in the bathroom. I liked his aggression and was happy to play along if I got a good fucking out of him. "I think I need to rest. Ryan?" Justin weakly asked. "Yeah?" "Will you stay in case I get sick again?" "Sure." "I think I should go," Mark said as he started to put his shirt back on. As he turned from me, I saw a bio-hazard tattoo on the small of his back. Yep, definitely a good thing he was leaving. "Sorry, Mark" Justin continued. I could not get over what a good actor he was. I almost believed he was sick. "I'll talk later." "No problem, really. Don't get up. Rest." "I'll walk you out," I offered. When we reached the door Mark turned to me saying "Glad you're here to watch him." "Yeah, it's no trouble" I said, thinking about how I hoped to be taken care of as soon as he was gone. "If you need anything, or if you want to party sometime, here's my card." He slid his card into my front pocket, letting his hand slide down and then up my hard on. "Thanks, Mark. I might take you up on that." He smiled and walked down the hall. I closed the door, waited a second, locked it, and rushed back to the bedroom. Justin had put on some porn and was standing up, stroking his eight inch cock. "Damn, I thought he'd never leave!" he said. "Come here, boy." Eagerly, I walked up to him. He grabbed me, and planted another intense kiss on my mouth. "Strip!" Without thinking, I dropped my trousers and pulled my shirt off over my head while I kicked off my shoes. "Faster, bitch" Justin said, lightly slapping my face. Damn! Dominate too? This had all the markings of a hot session, particularly as both times Justin and I had had sex, I'd fucked him and our experiences had been very vanilla. This was a whole new side of him, a dimension I liked - a lot. I stepped out of my boxers and stood before him naked, as I reached for cock, only to have him slap my hand away. "Did I say you could touch me, faggot?" he (almost) snarled. "No." "No, what, bitch?" "No sir!" "That's right! Are you going to do what I say?" "Yes sir!" "Everything I say?" "Yes sir!" "You better, faggot, or I will punish you. Believe me!" My hard cock was dripping pre-cum. This was exactly the kind of scene about which I'd fantasized, but hadn't had the guts to actually investigate. I knew I would do anything he said, no question. I felt the part of my brain that made rational choices slowly disappearing. "On your knees, bitch!" I quickly sank to my knees, opening my mouth and moving towards the beautiful cock I was prepared to worship. Justin slapped my face away. "Did I say suck it, faggot? Huh?" "No sir." "Did I even say open your mouth?" "No sir!" "If you can't obey, boy, I'll tie you down and make you obey." Th thought made my cock (and asshole) twitch. Would I let Justin tie me up? I'd never been tied up before. The copious stream of pre-cum seeping down my shaft and onto my balls told me all I needed to know. "Now, stand up." I did as I was told. Although I suspected it might get get me in trouble, I couldn't resist taking scooping up and tasting some of my pre-cum. Fuck! I love the taste of cum! Justin let me suck my finger dry before the punishment came. "Stupid faggot!" he yelled. "Too addicted to cum to listen to simple instructions?" "Yes sir." "Lay down on the bed." I had never tasted Justin's cum. When we fooled around in the past, it had always been very safe. I wondered if I'd get to taste his cum tonight. Now in his dominate, uninhibited, tweaked up state, anything was possible. I wasn't moving fast enough. Slap! Again I was ordered "Lay on the bed, you fucking faggot bitch!" Justin slammed me to the bed. Part of me wondered if his neighbors could hear us, but another part of me couldn't care less. It wasn't my apartment. "Stretch your arms out," he ordered. I did what I was told. Justin pulled ropes out from a night table and tied my hands to the bed posts. Ropes in his nightstand? Had he been planning this all along? Surely not, but what other explanation was there? Had Justin's range of sexual interests changed? For that matter, the question briefly crossed my mind Just how good of an actor was Justin? Had I walked into an elaborate scene he had concocted to get me tied up and helpless? I had come to his apartment thinking I'd be in charge. How wrong my expectations were. In any event, any worries I had melted away with the thought of his amazing cock, and the possibility that I might get to swallow his cum. I wanted to taste him so badly, to feel him shoot his load down my throat. I hoped he'd pull out a little, letting a blast or two land on my tongue so that I could savor it before swallowing it. "I'm going to breed you tonight, boy." Quickly I was pulled out of my fantasy. Breed me? I had never had a bare dick in my ass before, let alone had anyone cum in my hole. I was negative and proud of it. Breed me? This had gone too far. "No, man. No unsafe sex." Justin slapped my face, harder this time. Much harder. I was stunned. "You don't get to say no, boy. In fact, I'm going to make sure you beg for it!" It was then that I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Shit! Someone else was in the apartment. My heart started to race. I pulled on my ropes, but they were too tight. I couldn't get away. It was then that it finally sank in just how helpless I was. I started screaming. Another slap. "Shut up, bitch!" Just slid his belt over my arm. I was trying to absorb Justin's intentions when I saw Mark who said to Justin "Hold his arm down." But how had he gotten back in? I had seen him walking down the hall and had locked the door. Then I began to understand what was at issue: Mark wasn't merely Justin's dealer. Whatever the relationship between the two, Mark apparently had a copy of the key to Justin's apartment. I'd been played. Justin looked down at me and told said "Have you figured it out yet, bitch? Huh? Mark is my master, the way I will be yours. After tonight you will not only be my slave to do with as I please, when and where I please, but you will also have the glorious gift he has given me." I felt the coolness of an alcohol swab on my arm and felt a needle stick me. Mark was inserting a needle into my arm, he draw a small amount of blood, and then the contents of the needle disappeared into my arm. Before I knew what happened a surge of warmth invaded my arm and quickly moved throughout my entire body. For a second I couldn't breath and then coughed, and again coughed harder. Then the transformation commenced: my mind moved from its normal plane of existence and I found myself to be a new man, a different man. Not a man. A boy. A bitch. A hole. And I needed to be used. I needed to be filled. I heard myself moaning uncontrollably as the slam hit me. Wave after wave of it. I couldn't stop moaning the word Fuck. "See?" Mark said. "I told you this would be good." "Oh my god!" I moaned. "Fuck!" I felt a hunger inside me I'd never felt before. I needed to be fucked and I needed to be fucked now! I wiggled my ass around on the bed. "That's it, you fucking whore! You aren't going to fight me anymore, are you?" I shook my head no, still riding the uncontrollable waves of pleasure the slam had brought me. Why hadn't I done this before? "Even when I want to breed your cunt?" I shook my head again. "Say it, cunt!" "No sir!" "You'll beg for it, won't you slut?" "Oh, god! Yes Sir! Please breed me sir!" "Even when I tell you it's a positive load I'll be dumping in you?" "Yes sir, I want your poz load!" "When my master dumps his load in you, you'll beg then too, won't you, faggot?" "Yes sir, I want all the cum I can get!" "That's right. And you were right, boy. He is toxic. His viral load and cell count make him almost full blown. But, that makes you want it even more, doesn't it, bitch?" But, before I could let the thought really take hold, I smelled something under my nose. A hand held my mouth and one nostril shut, forcing me to inhale deeply from my only open airway. Poppers. English, by the strength. I was flying. I knew I'd let and do anything for these two. Even if they untied me. At this point, I wouldn't leave. "Yes sir!" I responded as the poppers traveled to my other nostril. "Good boy!" My new master said. He grabbed my ankles and pushed them over my head. I felt my neck strain as my body was bent in half. Without lube, without warning, what I'd been craving since the needle left my arm was given to me. I felt the head of his dick push into my hungry asshole. The pain was excruciating. But, it only turned me on more. Mark leaned down to my face, held it towards his, spit in it, and said "You are starting to feel it, aren't you? Pain is becoming pleasure to you, isn't it? That will increase. In time, we will teach you to feel even the most intense, brutal pain as pleasure, but your mind and your cock will scream from more. You will need pain to become aroused. Pleasure, sex, your body, your soul, your life. After tonight, none of it will be the same." Justin's cock was all the way in at this point. He had slowly pushed the full length into me, massaging my prostate. I thought I might shoot my load right then, no touching. But, as quickly as that pleasure and gentleness came, it was gone. Justin pulled all the way out of my ass in one quick move that made me gasp. Nothing happened for a moment. I heard a noise to my side. It sounded as if something was being sprayed. "That's it, slave" Mark whispered. "Feel it." Justin slammed back into me, his full length going in so far, I screamed in pain. A new rag was put in my mouth. There was something on it, a chemical. I could tell right away because it was cold. "Breath that in through your mouth," Mark said. "Deeply." I did what I was told. My head started to spin. Between the Tina, the poppers, and this new cold chemical, I had never felt so overwhelmed. Tears streamed down my face from pain, yet my lust and desire were never stronger. I needed more. I wanted more. I moaned for more. "What do you want, bitch?" Justin asked me, as he continued to power fuck my twisted, bound body. Mark pulled the rag from my mouth. I heard the spray sound again. "Everything, sir!" I cried. "You want to be my boy?" Justin asked. "Yes sir!" I moaned. "You want me to use you? Hurt you?" "Please, sir!" "You want me to own you, cunt?" "Oh, god! Yes, Sir!" "Well, you know what you have to do, don't you?" he asked. In another sudden move, his cock was out of my ass. I felt empty. I expected a sudden power thrust that would send me back to the wonderland where pain was becoming pleasure. But, it didn't come. I got nothing. My ass squirmed, seeking blindly for my master's dick. "Oh no, bitch! Not until you tell me. Do you know what you have to do?" "Yes sir." I said, still squirming. I had never felt this empty inside. "And what is that, boy?" The chemical rag was back in mouth, stronger than before. Mark plugged my nose. I had no choice. I inhaled deeply. He removed the rag. "I have to take your master's cum, sir." "Good boy. And why, faggot?" I felt his hand brush against my gaping asshole. I shivered, wanting it to slip inside, needing anything to fill me, replace what was missing. "Because he will give me the gift, sir." "So you do listen, boy. Very good. And you will take this gift from my master?" "Yes sir." "Knowing that we will not stop using you, abusing you, until we are sure you have the gift?" "Yes sir!” "You have pleased your master and my master with this. You quickly have learned that you are not important, just as I am not important to him and he is not important to his master." "His master?" I asked, excited at the possibility of even more men using me. "Yes. His master: AIDS. He is it's bitch. And, soon, you will be it's bitch, too. But, first, you have to ask for it. You have to want it. Only then will I own you." I didn't think. Beyond want, I knew what I needed. I asked. "Please, sir!" "Please what? You have to say it, bitch!" "Please infect me with AIDS. I need it. I need it inside me. I need to be owned by you, master. Please! I'll do anything!" "That's all you needed to say, boy." I heard some movement on the bed and I wondered what was happening. Even though no one was holding my legs, I still kept them wide in the air, hoping. I didn't have to wait long. I had never been this turned on in my entire 30 years. I wanted everything from these men. I needed it. In the matter of one hour, I had changed from a guy valued his negative status, one who never took risks, a guy who fundamentally wanted a regular relationship into a moaning, pleading, bitch who would do anything to make my master happy, even if it meant taking highly toxic loads in my ass. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted more. I felt the head of a dick brush my hole. I moaned. I was going crazy and they new it. From between my legs, I heard Mark say "You stupid fucking faggot!" He pushed inside me, all the way. I moaned in pleasure. His cock was not nearly as big as Justin's, but it was definitely thicker. Feeling my hole stretch in a new way drove me even wilder. "Oh, god, yes! Fuck me!" "You like that poison cock, bitch?" "Fuck yes, sir! I love it!" Mark pushed two fingers into my ass, along with his cock. I had no idea why, but I knew I loved be filled even more! "There's no turning back now, bitch" I heard Justin say. He had taken Mark's place as the devil whispering in my ear. "Do you know what he's doing to you? He's digging into you with his fingernails. Those long nails of his. They are sharp. There's no way it won't take now!" Knowing that Mark was cutting into me, mixing his precum and soon his cum not just into my asshole but directly into my blood caused a lust in me I can't explain. This was happening. Up until know, it wasn't just talk. It would happen. I trembled. An orgasm greater than I've ever experienced rocked my entire body. I shook and moaned uncontrollably as shot after shot of my cum flew, hitting me in the chest,face, and hair. I could feel cum dripping under my blindfold, starting to burn my eyes. "Holy fuck, boy! You're making me-" Mark began to moan. I realized he still had one hand inside me, scraping and scratching me, while his free hand gripped into my leg. His long fingernails sank into my skin, causing me to moan and convulse in pain and pleasure along with his orgasm. I felt shot after shot of his toxic seed shoot into me. With each shot, I knew I would never be the same. Finally his orgasm subsided. I felt his cock begin to slide out of me. My exhausted legs began to fall back to the bed. "Oh, no you don't, faggot!" he said, slapping me sharply where he'd just wounded me. I knew I'd have marks for a while from his claws. "You keep those legs up, boy! Let that cum and blood flow into your body, becoming apart of you." I imagined his virus slowly moving through different parts of my body, taking over. Soon it would be everywhere throughout my body. "I am apart of you now" Mark said. He stood up and crossed to my head, removing my blindfold. "Look," he ordered. "See what I've done? There's no escaping now." I looked down at his thick cock. It was coated in my blood. "Clean it, faggot. Taste what I've done to you." I had no time to protest before they both grabbed my head and forced Mark's blood-covered cock into my mouth. I gagged. "That's it," he said. That's it." Slowly I started to lick his cock. Leftover cum was still seeping out of his piss slit. My desire took over. I started to suck. The more cum I tasted, the more I wanted it all. "That's it, boy. Become one of us." They continued to roughly push my head into Mark's pubes, but they didn't have to. I had surrendered. The taste of his cum, my blood, and my dirty ass became intoxicating. I wanted it all. When all the flavor was gone, I still continued to suck, hoping for just one more little taste, but, I had gotten it all. Mark pulled his cock out of my mouth and inspected it. "You've pleased me, boy. I think you are ready for the final steps." With that, Justin was back between my legs, forcing his long cock to the hilt. I could feel my hole ripping even more. The pain made me moan, I couldn't take anymore. My orgasm was just as powerful. My drained balls pumped and pumped, but little came out. My dry orgasm rocked my balls with pain as if I'd had blue balls for weeks. This pain caused even more pleasure, making me shake and convulse more. "Do you love it? "Yes" I moaned. "And do you love your master?" "Yes!" "Tell him." I looked right at Justin. Our eyes locked. "I love you, Master." "I love you, too, boy." Justin came, shooting his load into my torn up ass. He fell against my chest, moaning into my chest. I felt his tongue tracing my chest and I'd never felt anything like it. The pleasure was coursing through me along with the virus. Justin raised his head up to mine, his red lips moving towards mine. "Now I own you. You belong to me. I control you. You will never again do anything unless I tell you to, do you understand?" "Yes, Master." Justin kissed me. It was the roughest, most passionate, violent kiss I'd ever experienced. "Cleaning my cock binds the deal. Once you clean the cum, shit, and blood from me, we are bound. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." His cock entered my mouth. I knew what I wanted. All of my lust and longing went into licking and sucking him clean. The taste had the same intoxicating effect, causing my cock to stiffen and drip. As I lay, exhausted, bound to my new masters' bed, I knew that I would never be able to leave, escape, even if I wanted to. I was theirs.

I’m going to start by stating that what I’m about to reveal is all true. Any inserted pics are real and are of me. I’ve been an avid reader and part-time participant in the hook up section of this site for years, but I’ve never posted a story, even though I’ve unloaded countless times reading those of others. Many of the stories are about a single event that guys focus on as their transformation, their conversion; they use words like being impregnated, bred, seeded. Don’t get me wrong they’re all hot and fuckn sexy words to use, and I relate to the impact of how words impact and enhances our sex. But I’m going to be honest and say that for me, becoming a poz’d cum hungry, cock worshiping fuckn bareback bottom pig that wants the let my animal out, was no single event. It was what I like to think of as an evolution over many years. It started with the first man’s cock I saw at the age of 6 and from there the journey started. It was my oldest brothers, 14 years older than me. We stripped down to put on swimming trunks, and from my vantage point sitting on my bed, him standing in front of me, all I saw at eye level was his masculine, hairy, meaty thick cock and heavy hung balls swinging in front of me. To this day I can still see it. When I saw my brothers cock, I distinctly remember a tightness in my mid-spine, I remember my hands began shaking and I felt flush all over. I was light headed and then I became warm all over. That feeling still strikes me today when I’m presented with a full meaty man cock, the only exception is that now I know that signal is my instinct, my animal, now my mouth drools and my fuck chute starts to expand from the inside and contracting. Through this journey I opened some doors myself, others were opened and I walked through, some I ran through. Sometimes eyes wide open, sometimes eyes wide shut. There wasn’t a single path I took that I was forced down by anyone other than my growing desire for cock and my growing insatiable need for more. More cock, more cum, more sex, more connection, always more. Before I focus on the single event that I know poz’d my fuckhole, you need to know that until 10 years ago I was a total top. I spent 8 years in the military; I’m 5’11” and average 180 lbs. I’m masculine, buzz cut, goatee, nice pecs 46” chest, hard nips, and hung thick about 7 ½. For years I lived just beneath the surface of the gay lifestyle. Yes, closeted. I had a girl friend, her daddy was the mayor of the town my military base was in, but I had my fuck buddies, most were military, some not. Some were the sons and brothers of guys I served with, but I was always the top. Always bare. Every roommate I had in the military, I “had”, except for one. I made a game of seducing the military hotties, getting them stoned, or drunk The scare of the 1980’s didn’t stop me because in my mind I was the one seeding hole. I was the one getting some twink to swing on my lob and swallow my jizz through some greasy glory hole. I picked up tricks in arcades and hitchhikers downtown and used their mouths and holes in my truck or at their places. I wasn’t concerned. By the mid to late 1990’s however, the number of willing cum junkies was diminishing rapidly. I was now out of the military and my source of fresh young and easy inexperienced drinkers and stoners was cut off. It was a new game. I came out to my girlfriend, and she came out to me. A lipstick lesbian.. ah well.. who could ask for anything better when we both needed a “date”, we were set. All these years later, we’re still best friends. It was in the late 90’s when it hit me like a ton of bricks. Condoms were on the menu and I didn’t want any. I thought I was destined to a life of yanking off or glory hole blowjobs. It was during that time that I acquired a taste for glory holes, and within a year, it was me on my knees sucking some amazing cocks. It was me licking my lips through an open hole in the plywood at arcades in Houston to entice my next load. My appetite grew to where I literally went to the arcade every day for lunch, and after work I was there until nearly 11pm at least 4 nights a week and longer on weekends. I had sucked cock in grade school and high school and ate my share of teen cum loads, but nothing like this. I began using the Internet more and more, and over time I had a steady train of men, gay, bi, and married coming to my place for head. Then I started secretly filming it. I filmed myself giving blowjob after blowjob to these unnamed men. So many that I have two four-hour tapes of myself sucking and swallowing sperm. I’d transfer the film to tape and spend hours watching myself, but more I was focused on the faces of the men I was sucking off. What worked, what was it I was doing that made them go over the edge and feed me their spunk. Over time, I started referring to these tapes as my training aids.. I was learning how to be a better cock sucker, a better provider.. and today, I am still told my mouth is amazing. I simply reversed my role and became the cock sucker I had always wished I had. Sucking cock was and still is a passion, but that too transformed to worship; to using my mouth only without hands ~ licking, tasting, suckling and nursing on a man’s nads until he feeds me. That rapidly became my reward. It was late 1999 when my lust for more grew greater. I was chatting with several guys on line through various sites. One in particular caught my attention. He was a masculine, built hot top man with a massive cock that he would occasionally pump. He got into my head. He was a master at getting what he wanted, and even then I thought I had my shit together. He coached me with his words, asked me pointed questions about my sexuality, made me start questioning why I hadn’t given up my hole. He had me send him pics of myself finger fucking my ass, then over a short period I surprised him with a pic of a plug in my hole. We chatted for about 3 months, and then he informed me that he’d just become single again and wanted to hook up. Knowing he was a full top gave me some hesitation but I wanted to taste his cock and let him get off in my throat. I toyed with the idea for a few days, and then responded that I’d be there on Friday night. I arrived on time and we had some small talk while he offered me a drink. He invited me upstairs to his loft over looking Puget Sound in Seattle. Once in the loft I saw two large king size mattresses raised up off the floor about thigh height, covered in black play sheets. Three of the walls had large mirrors on them with stands of white Christmas tree lights strung all through the rafters in the ceiling. On the far wall was a large 40 some odd inch screen with bareback porn playing on it mixed with some serious hole stretching and toys. On the lower tier of the wall, extending the full length of the room were shelves packed with an arsenal of hole toys, gear, leather, straps, chains, bottles of liquids, jellies and other oils. I was amazed, my spine began its contractions sending my brain the message that this was not going to be a typical night of suck and swallow. As we sat down on one of the mattresses, we began to undress. It took little time for us both to be naked and I was pleasantly impressed by what I saw. I reached out to him and he fell on top of me and began to lick every part of my body. I felt his cock grow rapidly as it pressed into my thigh sending its own heat to my groin. I grabbed his ass and it felt like marble and as hard as his cock. He stuck his tongue down my throat and pinched my nips… “ouch man, take it easy…” He looked me in the eye and said, “hey boy, no problem, let’s relax before I show you a few things.” I sat back on the mattress with my head against a pillow on the wall and admired his body as he walked across the room to flip out the lights leaving only the strands of lights showing in the room. He offered me another drink he’d taken from a small refrigerator and I drank it slowly at first because although it was only a Sprite, the glass must have been dirty. It tasted salty. I figured being a good guest, I’d just swallow it faster and that the liquid would eventually wash off anything on the glass. He sat back down beside me on the bed and began to kiss me gently, making out with me, darting his tongue in and out of my mouth. My eyes were closed. A few moments went by and I opened my eyes and felt nauseous. I told him I thought I was going to puke. He put me on my stomach and began rubbing my back, telling me to take deep breathes, that it was okay, that I was just starting to feel the buzz. “The buzz?” I asked, “yea man, I gave you a little G to settle our nerves. I’d never used anything other than pot in my life. I had no idea what this shit was, but I know I was, as he said, relaxing. That night was spent with him eating my hole, fingering my hole, me swallowing his cock and eating his cum. The entire time he was telling me what a “good boy” I was, and how he loved licking and tasting my “pussy”. He said it so many times that I began to respond to his comments of praise. Telling him how good my pussy felt up against his goatee and tongue. Mentally I went to a different place. I found myself being encouraged to expose a part of me I knew existed but had always repressed and hidden. He cupped my cock and balls as he tongue fucked me, and milked my cock of my load and smeared it all over and into my hole.. and he ate me. It was with this man that I spent every single weekend for the next 3 months. He never put his cock in my ass, but before our time was over, he had introduced me to a sling, to receiving a booty bump of Tina, and most importantly, he transformed my physical and mental being from a top with an asshole, to a curious bottom with a pussy. He ended up getting back with his ex, but on our last visit he told me that he had taken me on a journey that he wouldn’t forget. That he hoped in someway he’d helped me realize that I was meant to take cock in my pussy, and my pussy was meant to be transformed further into a whore’s cunt. In truth I sort of understood what he was saying, but only from what he had been telling me and from the porn he’d been flashing at me in my drugged induced states of mind. It was right about this same time that the man who took me the rest of the way walked in my life. His name was John. I met him about a year prior in the park cruising and I’d had the pleasure of blowing him from time to time. One afternoon John called and told me he wanted to see me and about an hour later he was pulling up in my driveway. We had a drink, smoked a few cigarettes and we caught up on what we’d being up to. I shared with him, at least in parts, my recent adventures and the fact I’d found out I had a pussy after all. He grinned and told me he’d love to try it out for himself sometime but that the real reason he had come over was to ask if he could rent out a room from me. He and his partner were splitting up. We discussed it and came to an agreement. Since we were both in construction, I told him if he’d help me with finishing off my basement, I’d give him a lower rent. The following weekend John moved in. John was four years older than me. He was tall, smooth muscular swimmers build, shaved head and brown eyes and about 8”. He was a top. About 2 weeks after moving in and getting settled, I came home to find that the sling I had ordered arrived UPS. I took it to the basement and told John that my project was beginning. It took about a week before the play space was done, as was the adjoining ‘party room’. The sling was hung and I immediately began the process of buying my own toys. John asked if he was allowed to use the room as well and of course I agreed. He added his own toys and gear to a shelf on the far wall. The weekend approached and as I got home from work a car was leaving my driveway. I didn’t’ recognize the guy but found out later that it was John’s connection. John showed me what he’d purchased. Two eight-balls of Tina, 8 vials of G, some E and something called “Special K”. I was amazed and wanted to know about the K. He put his arms on my shoulders and looked me in the eye and said, “I’ll show you if you want, but it’s your pussy I want this weekend, are you up for it?” There went my spine again.. and he knew I was up for it. He told me to clean out good, that I should use his shower attachment in the guest bath. He asked me if he could freshen up my buzz cut for me and I agreed. He told me that he had laid out some things in my room he’d like me to wear. I felt a feeling of being taken care of, like he was primping me, and I said, “man, no one has ever gotten this into a scene with me before.” He came in my room, me standing there naked, and he said “hey buddy, this isn’t a scene, I want to experience your sex, and I want you to let yourself go for me. You’re always the one in charge at work, you’re in charge at everything all the time, but now I want you to be my pussy boy and I want you to FEEL like my boy.” I blushed and told him I was beginning to get real excited, but was a little nervous too. “We’ll fix that soon enough.” I went down to the basement naked with the gear. He had me go to the restroom and there he proceeded to buzz my head. When he was finished, he asked me if it would all right to take digital pics from time to time of our playing and I agreed. He handed me the gear he wanted me to wear, a leather collar, ankle high black leather work boots with low rise red socks. Then he told me to go to the sling and get in. I went in the new play space, and saw on the black charcoal painted walls where he’d written with a white grease pencil lude comments like “take my pussy” and “seed my cunt”. Over the top of the sling on the wall behind it and the section of chain link fence was an arrow pointing down with the words, “poz my cunt”. I climbed in the sling and waited, music began to fill the room. It was Butt Boy. I’d heard it before but somehow in this space it seemed surreal. A moment later John entered the room and set a large tray down on the stool under the sling out of my line of vision. He had put a towel over the tray so I couldn’t see what was on it. He took my feet, one at a time and put them through the leather stirrups. The toe of the boot made it tough to fit through, but he was able to get them in saying, “you won’t be getting out of these without untying the boot.” Then John leaned forward and, rubbing my pecs gently and making my nips rise, said, “Do you trust me?” From somewhere deep inside I knew I did. Here was a man I hardly knew that I let move into my house. I’d given him a key. He’d been there just over 3 weeks, and I knew somehow I wanted to give myself this experience with him. I said just that, but not quite in those exact words. He smiled and then left the room, returning with a standard kitchen chair and my camera to take a few pictures. After the pics, he sat down in the chair and leaned forward. He told me to scoot down in the sling, to let my ass hang off and just over the edge… “come on boy, show me your pussy for the first time.. let me see how beautiful your boypussy is before I transform it into a cunt.” I did as he asked and he met me with his mouth. He started slowly, tasting me, saying words to me that made me feel like a virgin bitch about to loose her cherry. I squirmed and wiggled my hips and flexed my ass cheeks. From time to time we’d share intimate sexual fantasies. Then John sat back and I saw him focusing on what was under the sling. I saw the towel in his hand as he draped it over the seat of the chair and sat back down. Then he told me he was going to give me a booty bump of T. But before that, he wanted me to do a small shot of G. He handed me a shot glass, the G was mixed with coca-cola. “Go ahead, take it.” I asked him if he was going to do any and he said not to worry, he’d be following me along shortly. I took the shot and swallowed it quickly. I liked this method and used it from then on when doing G. I didn’t have to fight a long ass drink of shit I couldn’t stomach. This was a direct shot. John reached over and began to put some kind of locking device on my cock. “What’s that?” “I don’t want you touching yourself. You need to focus on your pussy and what I am doing to it. You need to listen and respond (laughing) as best you can.”. I was in a chastity device. My cock locked in a metal tube and handcuffed around my ball sac. I couldn’t jack off, but I was able to piss through it which he had me do to use my chem’d piss later. I began feeling Johns fingers on my ass, he spit on his finger and probed my ass. “you are fuckn tight boy! Making my cock throb, fuck!” I grinned and he told me I was going to be bumped. I saw a syringe, not like one you’d get a shot with, a little larger, like one you’d use to give a baby liquid, except longer. I felt the length of the tube enter me, and then he paused, “look in my eyes boy, keep looking in my eyes until I say you don’t have to.” I did as he asked. Then he squeezed the plunger, and I felt a warm rush of liquid. It wasn’t a lot of liquid, just a small amount, but the warmth grew until it was hot and I wiggled around in the sling.. “oh fuck John, is it supposed to burn?” “Relax boy, just sit back a second, let me sooth it for you… and with that he spit on his finger again, and it disappeared under the sling, then back up my hole.. it burned more and I thought it was from him inserting his finger without enough spit. “John, it’s burning all over now.. “, he stuck another finger in and began to massage the inside of my pussy. I kept my eyes locked on his, he on mine.. and I began to spin. “yea fucker, you’re feeling it aren’t you?” All I could do is moan and my eyes began to flutter in my skull. “Your fuckn daddy gave you a big bump of T boy, and I rubbed more in there bare with my finger. You’re already getting real wet and opening up for me boy.” I closed my eyes and he began his magic. My pussy was expanding to his touch, sucking at everything he put near it or in it. Over the next hour he coached me, telling me when to relax, when to clamp down, asking me what I was feeling, praising me, telling me I was a good boy, how much he loved my pussy and asking me if I wanted to be made a poz cunt. I knew I wanted it and told him so. I took a broken deep breath and blurted out, “yes, please, help me be who I am, please.” He smiled and had me open my mouth, he spit more G into my mouth and I swallowed it pure. More pictures, more porn playing but this time it was extreme hole stretching porn. I watched the screen as skilled holes took large and then larger toys and fingers and hands, and feet and cocks. John asked me what I needed, “I need to get fuckn chemed hard and have my pussy taken Sir like that!” pointing at the screen. That’s all he needed to hear. “You want me to turn you out boy? You want a gaping cum dripping cunt don’t you boy?” he asked. “Yes, I want to be a cunt that you’ll be proud of, that men will want to use.” John blindfolded me and strapped one hand to the sling, locking it in the wrist cuff. With the other he drew it out straight to the side and strapped my wrist to the handcuffs bolted to the sidewall. He introduced me to Special K. He took a straw and put it up my nostril, pinching the other, “snort it for your dad boy.. show dad how much you want your pussy taken.” I inhaled thinking it was T. In no time my teeth felt numb like coke does but it spread through my body and beneath the blindfold I was “seeing” an array of swirls and color.. I moaned and smiled and felt suction on my nips. “you need some swollen pig nips to adorn this cunt I’m gonna give you boy. Something for dad to fiddle with and suck on when I fuck you”. He placed nip pump tubes on my nips and pumped them up and then I felt him begin to probe my hole again. Large amounts of lube went in my hole and I heard something pumping it in like a caulking gun sounds, followed by a substantial plug. All the while, he was praising me for being a good boy. Then after a few minutes, I felt him strap my extended bicep down to something, and he asked me to breath real deep and not to move.. I did as he said. He asked me how my hole felt and told me that if I hadn’t noticed, it was actively sucking on the plug all by itself. The image hit my brain and I felt I was where I belonged. Then I felt the prick in my arm.. “deep breath boy”.. and the strap removed from my bicep. I coughed hard, not once or twice but three times.. “what do you say boy?” “what the fuck?” “I just slammed you boy.. now what do you say to your dad?’ All I got out was “thank y….ssrr” I was spinning in no time and yet somehow I was still connected to his voice. John sat back down and removed the plug from my ass and then continued to coach me, talk to me, praise me, and replaced one toy after another, fucking me, opening me, telling me how beautiful my pussy was. He put most of his hand in my pussy and began fucking me that way. He shoved a vibrating fat dildo up my ass and that is when I had my first anal orgasm, followed quickly by my flaccid, caged cock, spewing my load of cum out. John cheered “fuck yea pigboy, you’re doing so great!” and congratulated me on cumming with my “boy cock”. He took my load in his mouth, licking it up and spit it in my mouth and fingered the rest up my warm cunt. He continued working my begging eager cunt until I was in total abandon mumbling, begging and asking him to open me more. “boy… I want to breed you.. do you know what that means?” I could only mumble “more please, more”. He removed my blindfold, wiped my face with a towel and had me drink some water. I want to make your cunt a poz cum dump, are you okay with that? “Yes, please, more I want to learn more and make you happy.” I meant it, I had one moment of contemplation and then I felt him touch my open cunt with his thumb and I pushed down until, as he said, my “rosebud just invited him in”. John spent the entire evening from the time I got in that sling around 7pm until the next morning late hours working my cunt. Spreading my lips, rubbing k on my cunt lips until they drooled and hung free and wrapped around whatever he put in there. He stopped calling it a pussy and referred to it as a cunt. He said it was because it was now holding itself open, was wet and drooling and had a nice set of swollen lips hanging from it. He would “diddle” in my hole and tug on my lips to show me. He sucked and chewed on my open cunt. He took pics and showed me what had become of my “top man asshole”. I was born again, and proud of my cunt. He told me to show it off whenever I was around him. We rested some on Saturday afternoon and were back at it Saturday night. This time however, he had me using mostly K, and within about an hour had me taking the biggest toys he had. It was then that he finally put his cock in me with a toy at the same time and unloaded his poz cum in my cunt. From then on, he loved seeding me in any fashion he could. He kept me naked and squatting or in some fashion that he could have easy access to my exposed swollen cunt. We spent the next 7 days naked and converting. He called into my work and took vacation days claiming I had to go out of town. I was chemed up most of the time. He took me to parks to take cocks in my cunt, to arcades and one night we went to the baths at club Z where he let the door open and any walk ins could fuck me bare. On the 5th day he got on line and invited 9 other guys, versatile and tops over, all poz to share his freshly transformed cum hungry poz cunt. He was as proud as I was, bragging about it in the hallways at the baths. It was about a year later I ended up in the hospital with PCP pneumonia. A viral load of over 380,000 and Tcell count of only 30. I had full blown AIDS and was put on AZT. I recovered in time, am on meds, non-detect now with Tcells about 800, but John was around to see me through that too. He died of AIDS in 2005, his body refusing any cocktail combination. From my first time with John, that experience, my stepping off into the place I knew I belonged, trusting a man, and pleasuring one with my cunt, I began a ritual of nearly every weekend for 2 ½ years of being a cum dump for him and others, spreading my cunt to take cock and seed. I continue that journey now and it has been full of perversions, carried out in bath houses and sex clubs, bars, house parties and alley ways. John took me to Palm Springs, LA, New Orleans, Chicago. We attended large group barebacking parties, one in Laguna where I was the only bottom chemed and strapped in a sling for a group of 17 men for a full day while they enjoyed partying. He whored me out in Palm Springs at resorts, and achieved yet another transformation as my cunt fully excepted full fists for the first time. To this day my hunger continues to be fed by those things I have yet to enjoy, those men I have yet to pleasure with my cunt and those I enjoy repeating. My conversion has been an evolution, and one I would not change.

any tops for a nasty bb chasing sex ? ?

I haven't posted in this forum in awhile so here's a couple of pics just for the hell of it. Chem piss most definitely preferred.

Your university had a paintball team? When I was in college, if there had been such a thing as a paintball team and a gay guy was on it, they wouldn’t have called him “faggot” - they would have called him “target”. I’m glad things are a bit better now. The 80s sucked for being gay.

I want this

I know there are some german guys on here.... so this is a sneak preview for you.... Conversion Party Bernd machte derweil den Kofferraum auf und holte eine Trainingstasche hervor. Das war aber nicht die Tasche von Felix. Dieser wies direkt darauf hin, dass man seine Tasche wohl vergessen hatte. „Die brauchst Du nicht… ich nehme an Du wirst eh nicht viel anhaben“ erwiderte Bernd. Stattdessen packte Markus Felix am Genick und übte einen sanften Druck aus, damit der Junge sich in Bewegung setzte. Es gab jetzt kein rechts und kein links mehr. Felix wurde an der Rezeption vorbei, direkt zum Fahrstuhl geführt. Der Mann der dahinter gelangweilt in einem Pornoheft blätterte blickte kurz auf und dachte bei sich, dass der Bengel aber doch noch recht jung sei. ‚Die werden auch immer schneller reif‘ dachte er bei sich und während sich ihre Blicke kreuzten, versuchte Felix hilfesuchend dreinzuschauen, während der Mitarbeiter des Hotels ihn nur grinsend anblickte und allen dann viel Spaß wünschte. Der Signalton des Fahrstuhls riss ihn aus den ängstlichen Gedanken und er wurde in den leeren Lift geschubst. Wortlos schauten alle drei Männer Felix abschätzend an, während zwei sich gar keine Mühe mehr machten das Reiben über ihre von ihren Jeans bedeckten Schwänze zu verstecken.

Nice. Reminds me of an old guy I met at 'Smokeout' here in Las Vegas a few years ago. When he first came onto me I didn't think I would be interested. He appeared to be in his 70's. Long straggly hair and beard. Definitely an old hippy. But I invited him to my room with a couple of other straggly biker type guys. This old guy had a long, hard cock. He kept up with the younger tops and fucked me for hours with the other dudes before they all came inside me. It was really hot. He fucked me a few more times during 'Smokeout'.

I totally agree with you about retiring BBC. #1 I find it's often used as an eye-catcher and then reality doesn't measure up to their boastful profile. Now, in my personal experiences after a lifetime of sex: most men of color with whom I've had sex have indeed been very well endowed - very. But I would rather just forget the whole BBC description and get to a cock in my hole, regardless of it's color, ethnicity, nationality, or size. Well, in the interest of transparency, size does sometimes matter. Oink!

Hope they get a load more fun in before Logan has to go.

Yes but change the fucking font

When we got into the house, Logan led the stampede to my playroom while I brought up the rear, handling a few things; while the playroom had a fridge with various beverages and a humidor with cigars - I didn't keep liquor in there and I had a feeling there might be call for a bottle of Jack Black, and I dealt with a few little things so they wouldn't be distractions later. By the time I got into the playroom, Gerry was down on his knees with Zeb leaning against the fuck bench, semi-squatting over his beard and Logan slowly working the plug out; the anticipation had Gerry hard and dripping; then the plug popped and the combined fuckslime of 8 men's loads and Zeb's ass juice surged out and hit him square in the moustache, splattering his beard - and then I didn't see much of it as Gerry buried his face in Zeb's hairy crack eating like a starving man and Zeb was whooping and grunting and carrying on. I stepped over to the other side of the fuck bench, took a swig from the bottle of JD then lit a cigar; when that was done, I stared into Zeb's eyes, aimed my cock - and started pissing in his face. "YEEEEEEE-*HAAAA!*" was the response - followed by him guzzling down as much of it as he could. I stepped closer, and found that Zeb's throat was as talented and accommodating as his fuckhole; I quickly pushed down his throat until I was pissing straight down his gullet. I was even more impressed that I was able to finish emptying my bladder that way; Zeb breathed hard when my cock withdrew far enough, but he'd given no signs of distress while I'd had his throat blocked. As I pulled back further, Gerry came up for air - with not only slime all over his beard but plenty of it having dripped down into his thick blond chest rug - and moved around to feed Zeb a mouthful of the slop from his fuckhole. When their tongue-rassling broke off, Logan and I bodily moved Zeb into position on the fuck bench and strapped him down; as soon as he was secured, Logan smeared his ever-present dick drool over his shaft and plowed back into Zeb's hole. "SOOOO-EY! Yeah! Bug me up, biker! Hot damn, even better knowing for SURE you're toxic as hell!" Gerry moved back in front of Zeb and guided his mouth to the splats in his chest hair and beard, which were enthusiastically licked up. When Gerry's beard was no longer dripping, he stood up, smacked Zeb across the face and said "Open up, urinal!" Zeb's mouth instantly fell open and Gerry fed him another hot load of piss, pulling out halfway through to splatter Zeb's big goatee and piss over his shoulder, sending a stream down his spine to vanish into Logan's power-fucking of Zeb's ass. "Gawd-fuckin'-DAMN am I a lucky bug-chasin' faggot slut!" "Kinda late, I admit, but - is there anything you don't do?" Zeb quickly rattled off "Shit, blood, kids, women, permanent damage, severe pain, shaving... oh, and any drugs beyond weed, poppers and booze." "Nothing I'd ever want to do to you, that's for sure." Logan started to grunt louder. "Unf - here it comes, faggot - another big fuckin' load of dirty seed I'm gonna plant deep in your hole! Yeah! Take it, slut - TAKE IT! AAARRRRR!" Zeb was moaning in pleasure and I took that moment to make use of some of the special adaptations on my fuck bench that made it a bit easier than with most for me to plant my sweaty ass in Zeb's face; he immediately started giving Gerry a run for his money in terms of ass-munching talent - that bushy goatee of his felt awesome and he wasn't shy about plunging his tongue as deep as he could get it. I was watching over my shoulder and as soon as Logan stepped away, Gerry stepped up and rammed his cock into Zeb's slick hole. Logan hunkered down and positioned himself so that as Gerry thrust back and forth, his sweaty ass crack rubbed across Logan's beard, eliciting a moan. "Fuck yeah - hot sloppy cumdump on my cock, bushy sweat-soaked beard in my ass crack!" Unfortunately, the position was too awkward to hold for long, and Logan got up and lit a cigar of his own; I stood up and joined him, fetching us both cold beers from the fridge; Zeb got a Coke (which was actually about half JD) and Gerry got cold water - both with straws so they could drink without using their hands. "Goddamn, Papa Bear - I like the way you mix a drink!" Zeb said. "Reminds me of the time a biker fuckbuddy of mine got me drunk 'n stoned and then whored me out to a pack of 1%ers at Sturgis! I was too fucked up to remember numbers, but he said I got 20 loads in my ass that night, and a few more down my throat and all over my face." "1%ers? What club?" Logan asked. "Can't tell ya, but I promise you'd recognize their name if I did. They gave me a card they said I should discreetly show any members I run into; I suspect to them it means 'fuck the bearer cross-eyed' because that's what's happened when I've done that. Of course, in one case they had me on my knees cleaning foreskins and sucking cock out on the patio of a biker bar and when a member of some pissant little club made some snotty remark, they beat the shit out of him - then they had me piss all over him. They wanted to piss on him too, but I told them not to waste it and started guzzling from the tap; they liked that a lot, though they couldn't all hold it until I could drink it so I got drenched too! After that, they spit-roast me and at least 5 of 'em came in my ass. Then the punk started waking up, one of the 1%ers noticed I was hard - so they held him down for me to fuck and breed." "HOT!" Logan boomed. "Well, not so much - he was decent lookin' but his ass was dirty and like I said, I don't do shit... but when 1%ers tell you 'fuck that dude', you do it. I did get to wipe my dick off on his colors, though - kind of the ultimate biker insult, but he just slunk off." The biker talk was clearly turning Logan on, but apparently decided Zeb's tongue had something more important to do - and backed his black-furred ass up to Zeb's face, grunting as he got his sweat-drenched hole tongue-fucked. "Goddamn, yeah!" Gerry exclaimed. "Eat that furry, stinkin' biker hole, pig!" I reached over and popped Zeb's cock out of his rank jockstrap - discovering for the first time that he was lavishly uncut; he was rock hard between the cock in his ass and hairy crack in his face, but his meat was still blind. I skinned it back, revealing a slimy head and I stroked it with my beard, making him tremble. I then started licking, making him twitch - and I could tell from Gerry's reaction he was doing that internally as well. The angle wasn't great, but I positioned myself and as Gerry clearly was on the edge, I swallowed Zeb's cock as far down as I could. He bellowed into Logan's hairy ass and started shooting in my mouth; the clenching I knew his hole was doing pushed Gerry over the edge and he started jackhammering that hole as he spewed his load. Logan moved off, and Zeb looked back at me, grinned and said, "Papa Bear, you are fuckin' EVIL! Fortunately, I like that!" I stood up and motioned Logan over to Gerry - and shared the large mouthful of Zeb's cum with both of them. Gerry's beard was already sticky of course, but Logan and I got to make a fine mess of ours. "Well, since you like evil..." I said, as I stepped up to the fuck bench - and instead of perhaps the ram-to-the-root he was expecting, I slowly slid my thick pozzing tool into Zeb's slick hole. A short shove would be over quickly, but this dragged out the overstimulation of his hole in his post-orgasm state. "AAAAGH! EVIL! Ram it in, fucker, get this over with! GOD... FUCKING... DAMN!" I motioned to the other two - and they knelt down on either side of the fuck bench - which had a fairly narrow but well padded rail to lie on - and they started chewing Zeb's nipples. "AAAA! FUCK! You bastards! AAAAAAAAAAAGH!" I froze. "So... you want us to stop?!" "Damn you, NO! Use me!" So - I plowed in to the root, and started long-dicking his hole, pulling back until the rim of my cockhead was just inside his outer ring then back in all the way to the balls. Logan stopped gnawing on a nipple long enough to grab a ball gag off the wall and stuff it in Zeb's yap, then went back to work on that nipple. Eventually, Zeb's bellows died down to whimpers and I picked up the pace of my fucking. Gerry pulled the gag out of Zeb's mouth, and after a long draught of his drink muttered "I'm such a fuckin' lucky faggot!" Gerry and Logan switched to using their hands on Zeb's nipples and started chanting "Breed the faggot! Seed the faggot! POZ the faggot!" And of course, every time they dropped the six-letter F-bomb, Zeb's rectum spasmed on my shaft getting me a little closer to pumping another charged load into him. "What do you want, Zeb?" "I want your demon seed in me, Papa Bear. I want to be your urinal and be covered in your musk. I want to be the fuckhole you whore out to your friends. I want to finally poz up and be able to pound your strain into any hole you want me to fill. I want to serve and service you, Papa Bear; I want to bring nothing but pleasure into your life." He looked over at Logan "You're still one of the hottest men I've ever met - but there's something about Papa Bear that gets its claws into my pig soul." He turned to Gerry and added "You're one hell of a hot fuck and the best ass eater I've ever known - I hope Papa Bear will allow me to service you often." He looked back over his shoulder. "Assuming that Papa Bear wants to adopt a stinkin' redneck poz-chasing otter pup, that is." That's when I shot my load in him. He moaned and pushed back against me. "But we can discuss that after you finish breedin' my faggot fuckhole with your biohazard ball-juice!" I finished and pulled out; Logan said "One more before we sleep" and must have been on the edge already, as he slamfucked a load into Zeb in record time considering all the fucking he'd done. I knelt down near Zeb's head and said "I don't make snap decisions; especially not when I'm tired and nearly fucked out - and the man who brought it up is more than half drunk. There's plenty we'll have to discuss when we're in our right minds - but for now I'll just say it's definitely something we NEED to talk about." Zeb grinned as I started to unstrap him. "S'all I can ask for, Papa Bear. What do we do now?" "Well, we're going to my oversized bed and get some sleep." "All four of us?!" Gerry asked. "If you like." Gerry looked abashed and said "Will you take it badly if I say I remembered that I have a commitment ... later this afternoon, now ... and I really should get home?" All three of us said "No!" in chorus, which then made us all laugh. I pointed to the open shower in the corner and said "Go clean up - where we can enjoy watching you - and we'll go from there." He cleaned up well; there was only a little smell of manstink, cigar smoke and cum that clung to his clothes and I figured most late-night drivers had smelled worse; really, it could almost pass as an exotic cologne. I made sure he had all the relevant contact info before his Lyft showed up to whisk him home. Logan had already got Zeb upstairs to the bedroom and Logan and I were about to sandwich him between us when he said "Wait! Shouldn't I have a buttplug so I don't get cum all over the sheets?" I pulled him close so my cock settled into the cleft of Zeb's ass - and Logan settled into position in front - as I said "I like cum on my sheets...." and all three of us drifted off to sleep.

Just now able to write about this. Last Thursday my 2019 dry spell finally got soaked deep. Crazily dude from BBRTs actually responded and willing to travel to my place by a given time. I was nervous he would no show or back out at the last minute. But he got here, I sucked him hard right in my front living room, bent over a lounge chair and he mounted me good and deep. I did my best to milk his cock with my cheating hole and he responded in kind. I begged him for his load and he shot it good and deep. He zipped up and left and I went upstairs jerking my cock and finger my hole soaked hole enjoying feeling his massive load leak out of me. Which I used as additional lube. My load was massive as well and it landed where it belonged all over the carpet and not my wifes pussy. Hopefully this is the opening of the flood gates of cum for me for 2019. Fingers crossed.

Part 2: we Meet there was a smell to the air. Sterile and clean, with subtle traces of the depravity that happened here lingering somewhere behind the smell of the cleaning products. The old man working the door was nice enough. He asked for my ID and money. I bought lube and poppers while I was there. 60$ poorer I was buzzed in and received my towel. I made my way up to my room. Disrobed and out my towel around my waist. I checked my phone for messages. Nothing that Grindr was blowing up. Something to keep in mind for later I though. Right now I was meeting daddy. He sent me a text room 18 don’t keep me waiting. My heart skipped a beat. Key in hand. Lube applies to my hole and a quick sniff for bravery I walked out and headed to room 18. It was hot in the building, the cheap old carpet was faded and the little amount of light that filled the halls was just enough to see the shilouttes of people without giving actual details. I got to room 18 and gently knocked, the door opened and a deep voice told me to get in. The rooms weren’t large. Just enough for a few unique positions. Cheap bed and pillow and a mirror on the wall to see what I was about to do. He stood in front of me. A little shorter than me. But oh so handsome. His beard pure white and his figure a little more emmaciated than his pictures led me to originally believe. A small belly that was firm and covered in white hair as well. “ So today’s the day he said.” Hand around my waist, gently rubbing just above my towel. “I’m finally gonna breed this boyhole.” He said as he pulled my towel away and tossed it on the floor. I never considered myself ugly but I also never considered myself overly handsome. Although based on the sounds this man was making I figured I’d met his satisfaction. I could his hands caressing my ass. He guided me to the bed and then dropped his own towel revealing that which I wanted all this time. His cock was long and thick. At least 8 inches with a bulbous head. His balls were hefty, everything squeezed through his cock ring which just made everything appear larger. I looked up at him. Lust and love in my eyes as my mouth moved closer to him. “That’s it boyhole, give in.” He said while stroking my hair. My tongue crept out and gave the head a quick lick just to try the taste. As soon as that taste registered with my brain I knew I was hooked. This is what daddy tastes like and he tasted fucking delicious. My mouth opened wide and I started sucking him with abandon. All my desires were coming in full force. Here I was on a sleazy bed in a filthy bathhouse sucking the cock of a man more than twice my age and I was loving every minute. He reached over and grabbed the bottle of poppers I had just bought and opened them up. Taking two decent hits himself. Placing the bottle under my nostrils he proceeded to make me inhale sever long drags. I could feel my inner slut winning out and I starting slurping on that daddy cock enjoying the taste of the sick act of being such a slutty bottom popper pig. “Good job boyhole, get me good and wet so I can slide into your boyhole and give you what you’ve been craving.” The bottle was replaced under my nose again and I took several more hits. I could that itch in my hole getting stronger I knew what I wanted. I wanted this delicious daddy cock in my mouth to be in my ass breeding me. “What do you think boyhole? Are you ready to get bred? Are you ready for my load yet?” He said with a wicked grin as the bottle was once again under my nostrils flooding me with such a rush. “Yes Sir. I want your daddy cock in me so bad. “ I said saddened that I was no longer sucking that tasty old dick but much more excited at the prospect of getting my hole filled. “Are going to let me breed you?” He asked. “Are you going to finally become the pig boyhole we both know you were meant to be?” I just boded. Poppered up and so horny I couldn’t talk anymore. I only wanted one thing. To become the boyhole I was meant to be. “Get on the bed boyhole. It’s time.” He said I got on my hands and knees my ass up and my head down as I awaited my daddy to mount me. I took a few more hits on the poppers and felt that familiar feeling as his cock was right at my hole. Poised to plunge into me. And I wanted it to. I wanted it so bad.

This was a powerful story from the heart: and it feels like an honest accounting of a difficult emotional journey- excellent erotic and powerful writing- thanks so much for sharing- I shot my huge 3-day load just as you first sat down on his cock and leaned in to kiss him- I am going to save the rest for the next time I need some pleasure- thanks and tell us more please!

I've always dreamed of being passed around to random strangers. I met a long-distance trucker over bbrt and had some time off due so we decided on a "load-trip." He picked me up on a Tuesday afternoon and went through the bag I packed. I had followed his instructions and only packed mesh workout shorts, a pair of snap-off warm-up pants like basketball players wear, a few t-shirts and all of my sex toys. After he checked the bag, he tied me to the bed and bred me twice. When he was done, I cleaned his cock and he fed me his loads from my pussy. He left for a while and returned with a small, metal chastity device and a bowl of ice. He soaked my cock and balls in the ice until I was completely soft and whimpering at which time he locked my tiny dick up. After that, we left in his truck. As soon as we were in the truck, he took my jeans and said I'd get them back at the end of the trip. He pushed a huge plug up my ass and I sat naked in his truck leaving home. We stopped at a truck stop that evening and he made me put on the warm-up pants without a shirt or shoes and sent me to another truck in the lot. The driver was a huge black man and as soon as I got in his truck he turned me around, yanked the back of my pants, causing all of the snaps to come undone and expose my plugged hole. He pulled the plug out without any warning and shoved it in my mouth. He shoved his massive cock in my hole and started fucking me hard and fast until he dumped his load in my hole. Again, I cleaned his dick and he told me to go to a different truck in the lot. When I went to snap my pants back up, he said don't bother and made me walk across the lot to another truck with the plug in my mouth and my ass hanging out, dripping cum. I ran to the other truck where the driver tied me up in the back. He fucked me and dumped a load in me too before sending me back to my master. I got used to the routine but after a few days and even got used to the cum stains in my shorts and the locked cock had me horny 24/7. My master said he had a special treat planned for the end of the week before I had to head home. We went to a friends house, where I was tied up over a sawhorse in a barn. I was gagged and had a hood placed over my head so I couldn't see or say anything. He whispered that the good news was I wouldn't have to clean the dicks after they fucked me but he'd "make up for it." He apparently invited every trucker and anonymous top he could find. I could hear people talking and laughing in the background but couldn't tell what anyone was saying. I felt someone rubbing my hole with a liquid which I at first thought was lube. However, I soon realized it was much worse and as the first cock shoved into me, he whispered that it was GOJO lava soap. By the time he was done, I was crying hard and had my first load. His cock was quickly replaced with another and another. I'm not sure how many loads I took that night. I blacked out a few times to be woken up by a cock shoving deep into my pussy. When they were done fucking me, I was untied and fell to the floor. The gag was removed and I was told to lick the cum I spilled off the floor. It felt like I drank gallons of cum. After I cleaned up my mess, I was told my work wasn't quite done yet. I was told to get on all fours, face-down ass-up on the floor in the middle of the room. When I did, I saw my master bring out an aluminum baseball bat. I knew I was in for it now. He worked the bat into my hole slowly and then fucked me with it. Everyone was laughing at my pain and when he pulled the bat out, guys lined up and took turns pissing in my gaping hole. When it was over, a massive plug was shoved in my ass and I was told I was saving snacks for later. After all this, I thought my day was over, but I had to serve everyone there beers and snacks while they hung out and joked about what a cumdump faggot I am. Eventually, someone grabbed a large dog food bowl and made me squat over it. As I was squatting, the plug fell out and all of the piss and cum flooded out of my hole into the dog bowl. I was made to eat and lick the bowl clean. We rode back toward my town after that night. It took three days and he continued to pimp me out the entire way. I served as a glory hole cumdump at a dirty bookstore off the interstate. When we got close to town, he said he didn't have a load in town so I would be catching a ride with a friend of his the rest of the way. He pumped his last load in me on the side of a back highway where I switched trucks. The new guy seemed nice at first. However, that night he forced his cock in me and fucked me like the piece of shit faggot he called me. When he was done, and we were back in town, he dropped me off on the other side of town and took the last cash I had, "for the lift" so I'd have to walk all the way home. I asked if he had my jeans or the key to my lock, which he made me call my "clit cage." He laughed and said I was stupid for forgetting when I switched trucks. I've been caged now for over a year. My truck-driving master comes to town every once in a while and almost all my vacations are spent over-the-road now and I wouldn't trade anything.

Soak in a hot bath with epsom salt. It calms my raging hole.

So the story is about to take a turn to it. Let me know what you think after reading it! BROTHER AUSTIN: The celebration continued as a wild cluster of men breeding each other. As it wound down, members went to the heaping pile of clothes in the corner, found theirs and departed. Austin however put on his clothes, and remained. After the room was empty, Austin came up to both Zack and I and thanked us for the time that we spent with him. He was a totally different person, dressed in fresh new clothes, showered, shaved and a new haircut. It was really hard to believe that this was the same person. We both told him that he looked wonderful, and he told us we had the church to thank for his transformation. He asked if we would mind going over to the corner, and he would tell us more about him, and we agreed. As we sat on a sofa, with him between us, he explained that his life totally changed. His then wife found out that he was gay. He knew that she likely had suspicions, but once he became positive, he had to tell her. He didn’t think it would be a big deal, as the two of them had not really been sexually active in some time. He told us that he ended up losing everything in a divorce. His home, his two beautiful teen children, a son and a daughter, and basically his life. He then went to the streets, where he became addicted to drugs. He sold his body for drugs just to survive. His new “wife” was Tina, and he was in love with her. He said, “I’m sure you both have noticed my scorpion tattoo.“ He continued by saying It wasn’t long before he became positive, and turned to the church, not fully knowing what its mission was. The church gladly took him in, and tried to help with his addiction to Tina, and it had worked for awhile, but the desire was still there. He continued by saying that he had remained sober for some time, before deciding he could once again make it on his own. He told father Joseph that although he had appreciated all the church had done for him, it was time for him to move on again with his life. Trying to find a job, and a place of his own. The church provided him with a small studio apartment to which he would pay a minimal rent for. Before he left the church, father Joseph made sure that he was marked with the scorpion. For about six months, he was doing well on his own. He found a very part time job, which provided him more than enough money to pay the rent, but enough that he and Tina would once again become good friends. He ended up losing the apartment, and was back on the streets. He did not blame the church, but himself. As he was talking, we could see tears welling up in his eyes, but we also noticed his cock growing harder and harder by the moment. Zack felt compelled to reach down, and rub his cock through his pants, and I followed his lead. Austin quickly planted a deep kiss upon Zack, and then to me. Zacks kiss however seemed more intimate than mine. After unlocking lips, he asked if he could spend more time with us in our room. We were rather unsure of what father Joseph might say, and Zack responded that we would need to ask father Joseph before doing so. With that Zack got up to seek father Joseph. When he found him, he asked the father if it was acceptable to bring Austin back to our room. The father said, that was our call, but we had his permission. Father Joseph continued by saying that he did not know how much Austin had told us, but that he was indeed infected with Aids. He continued by telling Zack that Austin did have a problem with drugs, and that the church did supply him with some from time to time. Father Joseph explained that he would supply us with Tina, as a test for Austin, as long as we let him know if Austin would partake in them or not. Father Joseph continued by saying that he felt it would be best if the two of us decided to partake in the drugs though. Zack agreed, and the father told him that he would leave supplies in our room, but not to go there for 15 minutes or so. Zack returned to the sofa, and I was caressing Austin’s cock through his pants. He informed us that the father had agreed, but we needed to wait 15 minutes or so. Austin replied that he could not hold out that long, and I immediately removed my hand from his crotch. The 15 minutes seemed like an eternity, but we then retreated to our room. Upon the nightstand there was a bag of rock, and a single syringe.

BONUS CHAPTER TODAY!!! PREPARING FOR THE CEREMONY The next morning was a bit unusual. The father did not arrive until sometime after 8am. He arrived to our room carrying a small bag with him. As usual, he instructed me to assume the position. This time however, he removed a condom with frozen seed in it. He explained that this was known as a “Devils dick” filled with seed from positive toxic men. He explained that although the seed was once toxic, it was no longer that way, but it provided for a cummy cunt, and as Zack and I had been caged, it was important that he lube me up before hand. He untied the end of the condom, and proceeded to squirt the cum from it up my cunt. It was quite unusual feeling cold cum rather than hot steamy cum. He worked it into my cunt with his fingers, being sure to scratch my insides with his fingers before mounting me. After seeding me, father Joseph explained that he drew my blood, to see if I had indeed converted. Both Zack and I waited with baited breath, and at the same time, just said, “and?” Father Joseph just said we would find out shortly. He provided both of us with beautiful white robes, and instructed Zack to breed me, however I was not to breed Zack. Once finished, we were instructed to put the robes on, and wait for a brethren to retrieve us. We waited with anticipation, and in walks brother Stephen. He whipped out his cock, exclaiming that he had arrived to prepare me for the ceremony. As usual, brother Stephen showed no mercy in his use of me. He slapped my face, and my caged cock several times, and grasped my balls tightly, torturing them. He then forced me onto all fours and slathered my ass in J Lube, putting a rubber glove on his rather large hand. He said that father Joseph had instructed him to breed me, but he wanted to loosen my ass up with his fist first. I was a bit worried, as I had never taken a fist before. The J Lube was cold and somewhat slimy, but to my surprise, brother Stephen wasn’t treating me as rough as he usually did. He started out with four fingers up my ass and progressed until his hand was in me up to his wrist. Once to the wrist, he began twisting his hand in my ass. It was painful, but in a good way. After about 5-10 minutes, he pulled his fist out, and shoved his massive cock up my ass. Although his cock was nice and thick, it somehow felt like a hot dog in Yankee Stadium, compared to his fist. THE RESULTS ARE IN After seeding me, brother Stephen said it was time for the ceremony to begin. Both Zack and I were in our white robes, and led to the chapel. Upon entering, the first thing that was noticed was two side by side St Andrews crosses. With a small covered table between them. Father Joseph removed our robes, and tied each of us to the crosses. I was tied to the cross with my ass facing out, while Zack was tied with his ass to the cross. There were several others in attendance, including Austin, Stephen, Jay and a few others that we did not really know. All in all there were 8 others there. Father Joseph addressed the members by proclaiming that today was to be a celebration for both Zack and I. He continued by saying that although he had suspected that I had converted, blood tests confirmed that it was true, and that I was now carrying Zacks HIV strain in my body. The congregation rose, and applauded. With that, a familiar face entered the chapel, the tattoo artist. He uncovered the table between us to reveal a tattoo gun, and various bottles of ink. He moved over to Zack, and began to tattoo a beautiful scorpion tattoo on his crotch. Surrounding the tattoo were the words, “Feel my sting.” Once done with Zack, he moved towards me, and began to tattoo a bio hazard tattoo on the small of my back, just above my ass. Although I figured it was a bio hazard symbol, he also wrote something around it. At the time, I wasn’t sure what it was, but later saw that it said, “Ask and ye shall receive.” Once done, father Joseph removed us from the crosses, and removed our cock cages. What a relieve it was for both of us! The father told the congregation that it was time to celebrate, and invited them to remove all of their clothes. He indicated that there would first be a receiving line for Zack and I, however it was meant to be a quick greeting, and that although the congregation was welcome to have me stick my cock in them, or their cocks into Zack, there was not to be any long term breeding to take place. Two or three minutes was the maximum for each person. Once they had greeted us, they were welcome to remain and share their seed with other members of the congregation, as father Joseph would exclusively celebrate with Zack and I. The congregation immediately shed their clothing, and a line formed starting with Zack. As each member approached, they all kissed us, and gave their congratulations. Each and every member took Zacks cock in either their ass or mouth, and I shoved my cock up each of their asses, or down their throat. Now that I look back, Austin was the only one who had oral, but not anal sex. Perhaps it was because we had sex earlier, or he was just a bit shy? Of all of the kisses, his was by far the most passionate however. After the receiving line ended, the church hall became one huge orgy. Everyone seemed to be having an amazing time, breeding and getting seeded. As for Zack, father Joseph and I, father Joseph instructed Zack to assume the position. He instructed me to mount his ass at the same time. It was one of the most amazing fucks, I had ever had. Father Joseph was like a bitch in heat, doing most of the work by moving back and forth on Zacks ass, and my cock. Sadly, this session lasted only about ten minutes, as our cocks had been straining and our nut sacks full of seed from being caged.

As a married guy i truly enjoy knowing there are plenty of cocksuckers out there just waiting to recieve my load. My wife just doesnt keep up and thats where they come in. Also enjoy seeing how happy they are to drop to their knees and service me. Just wish it was easier to find suckers in my area since craigslist is gone.

Chapter XXII My boy and I looked at each other and started to cry and then fell into each others' arms hugging and crying our hearts out. We had waited too long and now at least 6 of our friends had been fucked brutally by the poz guy and from the pics, we were sure they would each become poz soon. What had we done? It was going to take us a long time to come to terms with this. That poz guy was totally corrupt and we were going to pay dearly for being so horny and curious, even if he did have the biggest, hottest cock we had ever seen before. Now it looked like we were going to join the poz club whether we liked it or not. We hugged and cried most of the night away. We finally fell asleep in each other's arms, but the morning came way too fast. I don't think either of us slept very good at all. My dreams all night long were of a poz cock chasing me all over the place with nowhere to run to or hide. More of a nightmare, except for the huge size of that cock which I wanted more than anything but not the bug that came with it. The days went by so fast but dragging along also. Neither of us could sleep much and we spent most of our time at home hugging each other and crying over what we had to do to save our friends. We knew it was the only choice we could make. We tried to console each other constantly, leading up to the NIGHT. Every day a new email arrived with a pic of his huge poz cock and him telling us how much he was looking forward to Friday night and bringing us into the brotherhood.

Chapter XVI The next day was just pretty normal until about 6pm when I got another email from the poz guy. I opened it up to see what he was doing this time. It started with another pic of his huge cock, only this time with a big drop of precum clinging to the end of it. He wrote that he was waiting for a reply from us on when we wanted his cock in us and filling our holes with his nice toxic loads. He went on to write that he was not going to be fucking anyone else till we got his loads first. I closed the email quickly and found myself breathing very hard. What the hell, I did not want pozzed and was sure my boy didn't either. When my love got home from work I again showed him the email. He just gasped and said the same thing I had been thinking, what the hell? He told me it seemed that guy thought because we had let him fuck us once, he could do it again anytime at all and next time with a hvl to really poz us. We both tried to ignore it but about every other day a new email came to one or both of us now. They always had a pic of the guys giant cock with more and more precum dripping and then finally of his cock coated with a huge load of cum, which he wrote should have been in one of our holes. Then came one of a vid of him jacking his cock, slowly, till he spurted a huge load all over his chest and telling us he could hardly wait to spurt like that in our holes. We both admitted that the pics and the vid were hot as hell. That gigantic cock was all we could talk about and how great it had felt, but we both said there was no way it was going in us now that he was fully toxic. About three weeks later, after more and more emails. My boy and I were making love. The vid that day had been very hot as the poz guy had not only jacked himself but run a pretty good sized dildo up his ass as he started to cum. WOW It had been hot. As my boy and I were getting hotter and hotter in bed. My guy was really pounding my hole hard and I could tell he was about ready to cum, when out of the blue I heard myself say, "Yeah, do it, cum in me, fill me up full, I want your POZ cum running out of my hole." Oops, what the hell did I say, my boy rammed home one more time and was cumming but as he leaned back from me a bit, I saw how wide his eyes had gotten. He was staring at me very weird. I didn't even realize what I had just said until that moment. I was mortified and my boy rolled off of me still staring at me. I asked if I had just said what I said as I couldn't believe it had come out of my mouth. My boy just nodded and kept staring at me. Then he asked what the heck was I thinking about. I had no idea. It had just popped out. Did I really want pozzed or what the hell. OMG What did I do?