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Introduction “What can be done for him” she said, “I can’t live a life with the shame of his perversion” “Remain calm, I know of a place that can treat his illness,” the man behind the desk said. I sat there staring into the space between them, replaying the series of events that got us here. The muscle men magazine I had hidden and she found. The time she walked in on me in the shower when I was jacking my cock. Her last straw was catching me again jacking but this time sliding a cucumber in and out of my hole. Each time, I heard a lecture about how it was sinful and that her version of God was watching and was disappointed in me, that I needed help with this sick perversion. Then she dragged me here. This man kept saying I could be cured, I could be free of my urges. “Take him,” she said, “he can’t live this way” I hung my head as she stood and left, she didn’t even look at me, touch me, or say anything. Once she was gone the man got up and walked over to me. “Don’t worry son, the place you are going is going to help!” I just sat there looking down. I was loaded into a van with no windows, you know the kind that your mom would warn you about when you were little. A black fabric bag was placed over my head - why I don’t really know since I was facing backwards and there were no windows. “You’re going to a place to help with your sinful lust urges” a voice said as the van started to move. I didn’t know how long had passed or how far we had traveled until the van stopped and I was helped out if the van. I was led up a set of stairs and into an unknown building. It wasn’t until I was in a windowless room, when the hood was removed. In front of me was two huge muscle men dressed in white. Their clothes were stretched to the limit of the fabric. My cock was slowly getting hard in my pants. “Strip” one of them ordered. I just stood there looking at them. I wasn’t going to strip in front of them. “Strip now! You don’t want us to do it” I pulled my shirt over my head, kicked off my shoes, then dropped my shorts leaving my underwear on. I put my hand in front of crotch to hide my hard cock. “Lose the fucking underwear!” I turned away and bent over pushing my underwear to the floor. “Damn look at the pussy” My eyes widened, shocked of that I heard. “Let’s go its time for your first treatment”

Chapter 16; *The after-parTy* He plunged his Dick back into my cunT, held himself still, and took to concentrating on the job in hand. The two shoTs plunged into my left arm 💉💉. Out with the needles, and he pressed down firmly with some gauze. - You ready for your broTherhood shoTs now, PiG? - Yes Sir. I am MORE than ready to be pumped with yours and Uncle Chad's multiple strains of multiple viruses into my veins. SLAM it into me! - Oh FUCK YEAH, You have to be the nasTiest sluT of a PiG I have ever had the pleasure to come across. What a nasTy WH☢️RE! And without further delay, I received my broTherhood shoTs 💉💉 (I was already rushing on the first two). Again he held with gauze for a little while, and then, he held onto the sling chains and immediately started to fuck me fasT and hard, showing no mercy, using me as the piece of filthy t☣️xic MeaT that I clearly now was. It hadn't even been a few minutes when he was only seconds away from nutting another HIGHLY-Charged load up my (still NEG for now) cunT; - FUCK YEAH, I'm cumming ... I'm cumming ... READY for another dose of HIV, PiG? - Yes Sir, blasT your t☢️xic seed deep inside my guts. I am open, and ready to accept more of your dirTy-DNA. Give this nasTy PiG what you have got. STICK IT TO ME!!! He began to repetitively grunT as his perineal muscles propelled another 6.6 Million HIV viral load of p☣️z cum, spraying it deep inside of my battered and swollen loose cunT. As he did his deed I looked into his Leather executioner hood clad yellow eyed gaunt face, moaning in ecstasy as I accepted more of his wonderful gifT. It was now 7.30am, and it was the official start of the after-parTy, which I knew nothing about, but, I would very soon! 😈 My latest sperm donor's semi erect Dick flopped out, and he fetched a stool, placing it right in front of the sling, so he would be at fisT height and distance from my cunT. And this is where I discovered the joys of being fisTed for the firsT time! 👊👊 He generously lubed up his hand with Crisco, and as I had taken so much Dick, and was so High & Horny, he went up straight to his wrist with no effort needed. It was now 8am, and two faces I did not recognise walked in, swigging on their Beers. They saw I was very much in use, and promptly left. By now Todd had achieved getting up to halfway up his forearm, but, it only felt like his hand! I grunTed and groaned in a euphoric pleasure I had not felt before, as he slowly now opened up my cunT properly ~ All that t☢️xic filth that my guts and been filled with (and gladly accepTed) during the last 8+ hours being pushed in deeper into my cunT of many open wounds!! 😈☣️🐷 It was now 8.45am, and the place was filling up, with several guys at a time frequently coming in to 'Sling Room No.2' to see Todd STILL fisTing me, and 3/4 the way up his forearm. He knew he had to wrap up soon, as there was a long line of guys wanting to fuck their nasTy t☢️xic DNA into me. He would now abruptly ramp up his work by continuously punch fisTing me for 15 minutes until 9am, where he would do 10 x punches followed by getting me to push ouT my cunT; - 1, 👊2, 👊3, 👊4, 👊5, 👊6, 👊7, 👊8, 👊9, 👊10, 👊 ... YEAH go on, push ouT that cunT PiG, push it ouT, go on, there you go, OH FUCK YEAH ~ Oh look at thaT rose. FUCK! 🌹 He would play with my now brand new small yet ever growing prolapse, and push it back in ready for another 10 punches. Each time I bloomed, I would bloom a bit wider. The last time I bloomed, he went through the painful process of milking out his Gono pus, and spread it all over my fresh brand NEW delicate rose 🌹. Then, he pushed it back in again, and headed for the entrance to take him back to the main part of the club. He took a pager out of his sock, and let the ''Boss'' know I was ready; - Show time PiG ... ENJ☢️Y! He disappeared, and a few moments later the 'Boss'' plunged me into pitch black Darkness. I could not see a thing. The club had received all 47 of it's after-parTy guests. EVERY single one of them HIV p☣️z and unmedicated to boot! No sooner had I been plunged into darkness I could hear footsteps, and general movement. Multiple pairs of hands began to grope me, and within seconds a diseased Dick entered me, fucking me hard and fasT with no introduction or build up. It would be from now that for the next 2.5 hours I would aside from a few seconds in between of Dicks exchanging, be fucked aggressively. CONSTANTLY!! No mercy whatsoever!! And there was no talking whatsoever. Just the sling chains rattling. My cunT and mouth squelching and slurping, roars of Gono pain and and ejaculaTing grunTs from my 47 studs (some from the original parTy too). The entire time my mouth would be fucked too. Many guys would be pissing down my throat as I got fucked, and several guys most certainly had very active Gono infections as I felt, smelt, and tasted their disgusting pus be smeared on my lips to then also be dripped (with those roars of pain) and fucked into my mouth. Again, I had become a meTh'd up cum-dump. A human urinal. A piece of fully restrained and defenseless nasTy fuck-meaT. 👦🐷🍆💦💦 The lights came on as the last guy was fucking me. He was a topless handsome looking skinhead with a septum piercing, loads of tattoos, and red rubber braces attached to his bleacher jeans. He saw my face and liked what he saw. His face was already contorted, and to show his appreciation for my looks he spat in my face, and then the silence was broken; - FUCK YEAH, what a cute nasTy faGGot. You want my t☣️xic load boy? I could barely speak ... - YES, Sir. - Open that faGGot mouth wide, boy. I opened wide, he leaned in, and began to repeatedly spit in my mouth, and then he forced his tongue down my throat kissing me deeply as he continued his assault on my NEG cunt. Although, not sure you could call it NEG anymore. In limbo land it had to be. I could feel his lean body on top of me begin to tense up which forced his wonderful kissing to an abrupt halt as he pulled his face a few inches from mine, and the grunTing commenced, his face contorting in unison with his eyes that were full of greedy lust for the PiG he was impaled deep inside as he unloaded his unmedicated sperm deep into my guts. Once he finished shooting his HIV loaded cum he began to kiss me deeply again. I felt a real connecTion with this handsome toxic skinhead stud. I would love to see him again. - Thanks faGGot. That was hoT. Might see you around sometime. Oh YES PLEASE. He withdrew his Dick, zipped up his jeans, turned, walked out. And there I was, left alone with another 47 t☢️xic loads swimming insude my guts. This PiG 🐷was dripping precious t☢️xic cum onto the Darkroom floor, and was covered from head to toe in sweaT & Piss, with Gono pus smeared all over it's filthy faGGot face too. My body trembled as I groaned in pleasure, as it remained completely restrained. It was time for me to go home. BUT, would I be getting rest once I got there? 😈

CHAPTER FIVE DRACULA Fuck, fuck, fuck! Did the skeleton just die after I milked his seed into my hole? Worried set in, not for the infection that I was collecting, but what could happen to me when it’s found out I was that man’s last fuck. I moved through the maze, back in the dim light. I started thinking. Dracula would not be in the light, but in the dark. I turned back around and headed into the darkness. I didn’t even think of looking for the opening where the skeleton was. I turned right and went down a narrow path in the stalks. I soon came to a sign with glowing letters. It read: “Blood lust ahead!” Fuck, was this my end? Four fucks and now a bashing until dead? My craving was intensifying and my cock was leaking more. This was more of a mind fuck the deadly sex. Even before my mind could understand, my feet were moving. I came to a black coffin in a small dark clearing. It was closed, but soon started to slowly open, creaking as it did. My cock throbbed as I saw a man sit up. He was nothing like any Dracula I had seen in the movies. He was bare chested, but was covered with tattoos. He lifted the bottom lid covering the bottom half of his body. He was completely naked and his tattoos covered the lower half as well. He stood and I realized he was wearing just a black cape with a red liner, held in by a black chain. His identity was not hidden. “I’ve been waiting for you Eric!” He said with a horrible Dracula accent. “I know you” I said “Does that really matter?” “You’re the mechanic at the gas station” He stepped out of the coffin and as he walked toward me. His cock was slowly growing, inching more and more as he got closer. My lust for him was growing as well. He stopped inches from my face. I could feel his breath on me and smell the alcohol on his breath. Suddenly, he spit in my face! I jerked a little bit left it there. “Bend over my death bed” he ordered I hurried over, shut the lids of the coffin and bent over. He moved quickly in the dark until he was behind me. His cold fingers gripped the sides of the rip in my jeans, pulling them and ripping it more. I felt his hot breath on my hole, then he spit on it. I soon felt his cock pushing in my hole. It was a good eight inches. He slid in balls deep. I could feel his cold body on my exposed ass flesh. He grabbed my hips and started tucking me hard and fast. “No medications will help your strain once our mutations take effect” He hissed out, as he fucked be harder. “Death will be quick and swift! How it should be faggot” I moaned and squeezed his cock with my hole. The air was getting colder and I could see my breath in the night air. My cock was pressed against the top of the coffin and with each thrust was pressed harder. I moaned more and more with each thrust. His breathing was rapid and was more like hissing as he fucked me. He slowed down on his thrusts. “No need to cum too fast, your craving must take over” “Give me your death” I pleaded An evil laugh escaped him into the night air. He pulled his cock out and rammed back in. Then started to fuck me harder and faster. As much as I wanted the fuck to last, the craving was growing and I wanted his deadly infection. His cold flesh hitting my exposed flesh made it actually feel like I was getting fucked by Dracula the undead. He suddenly pulled out. “On your back” I flipped over quickly and lifted my legs up in the air. Again his cold finger ripped at the fabric of my jeans, opening them up more. He reached into the gap and pulled my cock and balls out, exposing them to the cold air. “Want to see your eyes as I infect your hole” He gripped my ankles, pushing my legs back and then rammed his large cock into my hole. I gasped as his lust for my death took over and he began pumping my hole. His balls were swinging and bouncing off my exposed ass. “Fuck my cock is covered with bloody cum” I lowered my head and closed my eyes, trying to imagine this cock in my hole with the mixture of cum and blood. I opened my mouth and moaned. The cold night air chilled my cock and balls making the pre-cum peaking out and running down as hot as lava. Dracula pulled out and quickly moved around the coffin and slid his cock deep in my throat. I eagerly sucked it, tasting my ass, the cum and my blood. He drove his cock deep into my throat until his balls were against my forehead. Pulling out with a laugh he pushed back in deep. I was losing my balance and tried to lower my legs. Seeing that he grabbed them and held them up. I gripped at the edge of the coffin, which was cold to touch. He drove his cock in deep and held it there, laying his naked body on top of mine, hooking his arms around my legs. His fingers invaded my ass, as he held his cock in deep. His fingers would thrust in and out then pull out. I heard slurping then the fingers would go back in. I was starting to gag on his cock and fight for air. He pulled his cock out a little and I took a deep breath and the. He pushed back in again all the while his fingers were working my hole and eating the cum off his fingers. “Bleed for me!” he demanded. Angered he pulled his cock out and slap me, then spit in my face. He moved quickly to my ass and rammed into my hole. He grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart, pulling them wider than the jean would allow, ripping them more. His cock fucked me hard and fast. “My virus will find a way” He rammed into me harder and harder. The slaps of flesh echoed in the cold night air. The pleasure was mixed with pain. I was lost in our fuck. “Here comes my bug” He dug his fingers into my hips and rammed his cock in deep, after the first pulse of cum shot out of his piss slit, he thrusted in and out, then another shot, repeating this over and over. My cock had a long string of pre-cum hanging from the head. “Contaminating your body” he hissed. I had just taken my fifth load of man’s sickness, adding to my craving. I milked his cock with my hole as he slowly pumped in and out, mixing his cum with the four others. “You still have more monsters to find” he hiss, pulling his soft cock out of my hole. I moved off the coffin, adjusted my cock and balls back into my ripped jeans and started to move out of this area. “Your next creature is mummy” I looked over my shoulder to see him laying back in the coffin and closing the lid. I could feel the cold air on my ass, which was hidden by my shirt, but I could feel the air creep in cooling my balls. As I walked my nuts popped out and I left them. No one looked at me now, it was as if I was invisible to everyone.

Chapter 15; *The rest, and pre 'after-parTy' PrEP!* The main parTy was now over! Todd took me upto ''Boss Aiden's'' apartment upstairs. It seems they knew each other too! - How did your dancing go Stevie-boy? You were gone a lot longer than 1 hour. - I've just been brutally gang-fucked, and am now a nasTy p☣️z-PiG, Boss. - I see. I did wonder about that monogamous relationship of yours. Then you had better sit on the couch with your legs in the air, like when I was shaving you earlier. Let us see what you have been upto. He gave Todd an all knowing depraved smirk. I lay on my back, legs spread and in the air, with my nighttime Boss kneeling before me to take a closer inspection, or should that be perv. 😈 He with great ease slipped in 3 fingers and had a wiggle about, took them out, and gave them a good sniff; - Oh Stevie-boy, what have you been upto eh? I smell multiple different smells of cum, I see blood which by the looks of things is your cunt blood, and the blood of others. You really are a nasTy WHORE aren't you Stevie-boy? - Yes Boss. - Well, I am going to have to give you something to prevent further cunT-play temptation. And with that he again with great ease slid in a deflated inflatable dildo, which was the shape of a rocket (poinTy at the end, and growing fatter as it went down, with the base going inwards as to create an 'open gape' once it was all inside). He gave it a few pumps, which felt fine. Then a few more. I still couldn't feel much. Then four more pumps. Okay, I could feel myself becoming stretched now. Then a couple more ... *Pump Pump* 🍆🐽 The ''Boss'' was very kind, and sensible, giving my some light snacks, and plenty of electrolyte fluids to keep me stable. Todd was with us and took the opportunity to also resT. Chad having been a very loyal customer over the years was having a resT downstairs in the staff sleeping quarters with the 2 barmen who were taking a very well earned 90 minute break before the 4 hour 'after-parTy' kicked off. I eventually curled up on my side on the couch (with a towel underneath me) and resTed too. Although, I was of course still flying high and feeling super horny from my G&T cocktail, which would explain why I kept on rocking my hips. It was evident I was aching for cock. And a lot M☢️RE of it. Aiden & Todd kicked back, relaxing, talking amongst themselves, with the latter being completely comfortable remaining naked. I lay there, hips rocking, body profusely sweating, flying high yet drifting. I'd say in a vulnerable state, but, I at least I was in safe hands! 😈 During the next 45 minutes the Boss would come over and give the Dildo a few more pumps, until the poinT it was very uncomfortable, yet, very pleasurable at the same time. Getting a good stretching, whilst keeping all those nasTy t☢️xic loads inside, with nowhere to leak out from, just ABSORB! 🐷 After 45 minutes of resting Todd went to Aiden's kitchen (he seemed very familiar with the place), and came back with a tub of crisco. He came over to me, and deflated the dildo, removing it to leave a wide open gape. In went a Butt-plug to prevent any of my precious t☢️xic cargo I was holding to leak out; - Right, it's time I PrEP'ed you for the after-parTy, PiG. Get up, and let's go. C'mon. See ya later Aiden. - Have fun with the new PiG Toddie. I followed Todd down the staircase, with great difficulty with a Butt-plug wedged inside my death-seed incubating cunT. We entered into the main bar / stage area. It was empty. It felt odd having seen it so full earlier of horny t☢️xic studs. We walked through, and walked right past 'Sling Room No.1', and into 'Sling Room No.2'. I was prompted to get into the new sling; - Hop in PiG. after-parTy commences in half an hour. So, we had better get you ready hey. He restrained my again by my wrists and ankles, and walked out, and didn't come back for about 10 minutes. When he did, he was holding 4 more syringes, and some gauze pads. He placed them resting on my chesT, put a tourniquet on each arm, and again like earlier began to milk his perineum area towards his balls to charm out that pus. His wincing soon ensued, so I looked down at the urethral opening to his Dick in anticipation to see his Gono flow, and I didn't have to wait long as he began to roar in pain when the thick yellow pus began to leak out and over his 6mm PA, and before any of it could drop onto the floor, he plunged his diseased Dick deep back inside into my cunT. - Someone is getting a bit of a sloppy cunT. You were lovely and tight earlier. But, I cannot deny, I also do love a sloppy p☣️z-hole too. Now, it's time for some more shoTs. I know you like getting them, don'T you, PiG!? - Yes Sir. - Good boy. This time we have two plain shoTs, and two broTherhood shoTs, this time one from me, and another one from Uncle Chad. FUCK, a double dose of HIV and Hep C being about to be pumped into my veins. The thought of it turned my on, and although now loose, my cunT clamped down around Todd's Gono leaking Dick. - Aaaaaaahhh, so you really want it. You nasTy sluT. Right, I need you to hold still. The two needles to the plain shoTs went into my left arm, and the two needles to the broTherhood shoTs went into my right arm. Todd slopped his Dick out of my cunT, and stood back to admire the nasTy sluT of a WH☢️RE that lay before him. - Oh FUCK YEAH, would you look at that. One fucked up, meTh'd out of his tree, nasTy p☣️z-PiG. It's time he got M☢️RE of what he fucking well deserves. 💉💉

got a skater boi bottom that comes over once i a while , he loves to puff the pipe and get high and first few times we fuck he wanted doggie style with a condom .but last couple times he came over I had him slide his hole down on my cock and ride me while he puffs away on the pipe, and he got really highh and it made him so extremely horny that his ass started taking control, making him bounce up and down and his hole started working my cock good.and he said he wanted to try bareback and feel my raw cock inside him but wanted me to tell him when im getting close to cumming ,and I handed him the pipe and had him take several more big hits then told him to just let his hole take over and give in to the intense horny desire . and his hole really started milking my cock while he bounced up and down and I told him I wouldn't be able to hold out too long as his hole was giving my cock such intense pleasure. then he just gave in to his holes'intense desire and started talking dirty telling me that my cock feels so good inside him and he wants to feel my cock throbbing and shooting inside him ,and he told me he wanted me to cum in him so bad. i told him to milk it out of me make me shoot hard and deep up inside him... And I started cumming and cumming and cumming as his hungry hole milked my dry ,sucking the cum out from deep in my balls balls as he kept right on pumping my cock with his hole telling me it feels so good he doesnt want to stop ,his hole wanting more.. so fucking AWESOME feeling and hearing a true cock loving ,cum hungry bottom totally surrender and give into his intense horny desire and hunger for cock and cum... He grabbed my hands and moved them over my head as he pinned me down and I felt his hole tightened around my cock and pull me all the way back in balls deep and he looked into my eyes and said he wanted to keep pumping and working my cock while my balls reload . so that he can milk my cock again and get every drop . drop . And he did ,, he had me completely surrender to him , as we continued to get really high all night and all next morning long , his hole enjoyed my cock so much that it couldnt get enough and he milked me over and over , making me cum inside him 7 times by the time we finally stopped .. and he called me later that night and said his hole was feeling empty and was feeling like it need to feel my cock deep inside it again , and he wished that he was still laying on my bed so that his hole could suck my cock back inside balls deep and keep it inside all night while we sleep .

TWF CHAPTER 5 I watched the ref renter the ring. He was now naked, his cock was swinging as he moving about the ring waiting for the fighters. I was actually lusting and drooling over his cock. Bet it still tasted like Scum’s partners ass and cum. “Alright Fuckers, entering the ring is the challenger” Jumping over the ropes was a hot looking guy maybe in his 20s with a little muscle on his frame. He was just wearing a jockstrap, which was bulging nicely. I was completely unaware that the man fucking me had loaded my hole with another cum load and had pulled out and was replaced by a new man, a new cock. “Now our champion! Let’s hear it for Toxic Termination” Entering the ring was a man that was so massive that all I could say to describe him is that his muscles had muscles. His thighs look as if they could have popped a watermelon between them. His crotch was packed into a skin tight pair of trunks. His cock and balls strained against the fabric obscenely. The man behind me had grabbed my hips and was pumping in and out of my hole at a steady pace. I glanced at Dan and he was getting fucked by a muscular black man who had a hairy chest. The ref had instructed the wrestlers and each went to their corners waiting for the bell to begin the match. The ref’s cock was slowly getting hard. The bell rang and the challenger quickly darted about the ring, trying to avoid the massive man. The Toxic Terminator reach out a few times and missed grabbing him, but then the man’s luck ran out and the massive hand grabbed an arm. I blood curdling scream escaped the man’s mouth and he was soon lifted into the air, begging and pleading for mercy. Without hesitation, he was dropped onto the mat and bounced twice. As he got up, the Toxic Terminator grabbed him and put him in a bear hug, lifting him off the ground and squeezing him tight. As soon as he dropped him, he had him bouncing off the ropes, each time he past he would be launched faster into the ropes, then met face first into the forearm of the muscled champion. He hit the mat hard. The Toxic Terminator’s cock was now getting hard, turned on by the pain he was inflicting on the poor challenger. His cock made his trunks tent up. The poor guy lay on the mat moaning. The Toxic Terminator climbed the ropes in the corner until on the top rope and then jump onto the challenger. The ref was now in a corner stroking his hard, dripping cock as The Toxic Terminator lay on top of the challenger. The ref dropped to the mat and started counting, his hard cock pinned to the mat. At the last moment the challenge mr kicked and got free from under the Toxic Terminator. Before the champ got up, the challenger jumped in the air and landed his elbow to the back of the Toxic Terminator, who went down face first into the mat. A loud grunt echoed the arena. The challenger moved to try to get the Toxic Terminator into a sleeper hold. A laugh suddenly filled the air as Tempe Toxic Terminator stood up with this poor man hanging off his back. Without warning the Toxic Terminator took a few quick steps backwards into the corner buckle, knocking the wind out of the challenger who released his hold I was mesmerized by the match and was still getting fucked by an unknown man, losing count of how many had bred my hole with toxic loads. The Toxic Terminator had picked up and body slammed his challenger to the mat. Gasping for air the challenger said “I surrender” The Toxic Terminator didn’t move. “You win” The Toxic Terminator stood up and straddled the man on the mat, pointing to his trunks. The man sat up and pulled down the trunks, freeing a massive beer can thick cock. “You know what this means? The Toxic Terminator asked pointing to a tattoo of a red scorpion to the right of his cock base. The challenger just nodded yes. He laid back onto the mat and lifted his legs, pinning them behind his arms. The ref moved over and dropped to his knees next to the challenger’s head, presenting his leaking hard cock at his mouth. The Toxic Terminator started circling the ring, stroking his cock and asked: “Does he deserve the gift” “Breed him, sting him, infect his hole” the crowd chanted over and over.

Part 2: After saying this, I'm even more desperate to have his manjuice fill me up. He's gone a couple minutes and comes back with another guy . I can see his silhouette in the dark, this man is a beast, at least 6'7 and large like 3 twink (here we'll call him John) . I feel my mouth watering, as much as the first guy (here we'll call him Joe) is hot as fuck, his friend is what I call a real testosterone filled male. I then see the other guy coming to my side. He starts to wrap my arm in a stetchy tube. Fuck. I know what this is. He's setting it up to shoot me Tina. As much as I know its a bad idea, my whole body is shivering with desire and heat. I'm not even resisting when he starts pushing on the needle. At that moment, I felt a huge wave of heat hit me at once, my body feels numbs, and then...I feel the most mellow, excited and horny than I ever had. I'm panting, confused but burning with lust. Every inch of my skin start to feel like its melting in my body, and everything touching me, the sling, the leather, all feels like a hundred orgasm at once. At this moment, I feel John's hand on my tights. I moan instantly, and I hear him laugh. He whispers in my ears "First timer? take a deep breath and brace yourself, we'll make sure you remember it". I mumbled an answer right at the moment I felt him penetrating me. My head is spinning like crazy, I'm having the hardest time not to scream in extasy. I don't know if it's the drug, but damn his dick is huge. He's going slowly, but it feels like he's humping like a bunny. As much as I am overwhelmed by stimulus, I feel the best I ever felt. John's cock now feels like god himself is fingering me, letting me feel the void of heaven while pleasuring me. I'm in a total trance, only there to feel John's manpower dominating me. I surrender completely to him, I'm now only here to make sure the precious semen doesn't get wasted. I want every drop of that beast DNA running deep inside me, feel it drip. He then stop. I'm sure he didn't came. I'm confused, still feeling my hole tingle. He then proceed to take me in his arm. Mind you I'm tall and not that skinny, but he picks me up like I'm a child. He brings me to a lit corner. For the first time I see what he looks like: mid fortys, really dark short hair, with a trimmed beard. He is even more intimidating now, looking like a pissed off black bear. He then take my chin gently, bring his mouth to my ear "I wanted to cum so bad, but Jim told me he wanted to bring you somewhere. There's a sex party happening in about 40 minutes. Come with us, its gonna be a blast". At that point, my only goal was to get that load, so I didn't care if I needed to go somewhere else for it. We splitted to get dressed then met up outside the bathhouse. Still a lineup, even longer then when I arrived. Jim is there too, he's a ginger, punk look with lots of piercings. Hot, but nothing compares to John the Beast. We start walking, the night is really warm and its feeling good to be outside. We walk near a canal before entering small streets. Red lights were coloring the streets, almost as if we still were in the bathhouse. A tall blond working girl wink at me, I wink back being on cloud 9. We walking still, passing through a small street, with aggressive grafiti everywhere saying "NO PHOTOS". That street is filled with people, it smells like sweat and sex, I'm getting light headed for a second. Leaving the small street, we walk for about 20 feet before entering a building, near a pipeshow theater. Its an appartment building, we go down the stair in the basement. We can hear dark EBM music playing somewhere. We get to the last door, knock. A charming guy answer, in leather harness. He speaks to John and Jim in Dutch, then let us in. What I saw behind that door was... To put a face on John and Jim, John was inspired by youtuber LA Beast, Jim was inspired by pornstar Jon Shield, but Ginger. Part 3 coming soon you bunch of pigs! Hope my story made you cum and moan, I was rock hard while writing it. For the records its semi-fictional, I lived that experience, but I tweeked it to make it more interesting.

Chapter 14 *Chad fucks me one more time* I then noticed a figure standing right in from of me. It was the 'Silent Stranger'. He was now fully erecT, and now had a thick rope of precum dangling from his Monster-Dick. Fuck, I wanted to hold and stroke that huge fucker. I reached out to touch, and he stood back. NO! Everything would be on this stranger's terms. When he knew I realised I wasn't allowed to touch him he stood forward again, this time stepping on my hands to remove any temptation to touch. The precum that was dangling grew longer and longer, and closer to my face. As Chad continued to slowly fuck me I held out my tongue in the HOPE I could catch some of this intoxicating powerful stud's precum. Then it fell onto my tongue which I pulled in, swirling it around my mouth. It tasted exceptionally bitter. It made me wince. But, it was his, so, I LOVED it. I looked up at him to see another rope of precum dangling, only this time it was thicker than last time. My tongue instinctively poked out to catch it for when it did fall. I looked at his huge chest with those big, bright brown and green with red specks Scorpion tattoos, which he had one off each on each pec. Was I going into another G hallucination; They both began to dance 🦂🦂 on his chest which I was seeing in 3D. They would flick their tails which would see their venom squirt out and rain down on me, hitting me on my back. My back was stinging. I began to hyperventilate, and shudder as the scorpions danced faster, their tails flick more frequently, with the shower of venom raining down heavier, with the stinging on my back intensifying. The thick rope of precum had grown thicker, but had only come down a few more inches to now about 3 inches above my tongue. Chad leaned in to my ear and whispered; - I can feel my virus replicating inside you already at a very fasT rate. ☣️☣️☣️ As he said that the 'Silent Stranger's' thick rope of precum suddenly dropped into my mouth. FUCK, it was even more bitter than last time. I now retched as I tried to swallow it, which I only just managed. He stood off my hands, and against the wall again, where his Monster cunT wrecker died down, and he was back in observation mode. My shoulders were tugged on to motion me to go from kneeling on all fours, to being in a kneeling upright position. When I got into this position Chad wrapped his arms around my chest (underneath my arms and each of his hands resting on opposite shoulders). We rocked in unison with his deadly Dick impaled deep inside of me, just like I did with my Gono-stud earlier. Now it was his turn to get off on nasTy talk. As he did, and in-between my responses, and with my responses I continually breathed heavily, moaned, and shook, with my eyes shut and mouth wide open in my lost AIDS abandonment; - You want my cum heavily loaded with the HIV virus sprayed inside your cunT, you nasTy PiG? - Oh m..my ... g... god ... Fuck ... Ye ... Yeah.- You sure you want it PiG, because I have a rare aggressive strain. You'll go on to develop AIDS MUCH quicker than mosT! Do you fucking want it, you fucking nasTy WHORE? - Oh sh ... shi ... shit ... Oh ... fu ... fuck ... SUDDENLY, I got my firsT Hard-On of the night. No one had touched my poinTless Dick all evening, yet, Chad just did with what he just uttered. - Ye .. YES ... Sq ... Squi ... Squirt your agg ... aggre ... aggressive p☣️z-seed in m... ME!! - Just as well you want it, because I already gave you a load of my super-CHARGED t☢️xic cum in the sling back there ... ☢️☣️☢️ - Gi .. Giv ... Give m ... me ... Mo ... MORE!! My NEG Dick started to leak heavily with precum. - Guess what PiG. - Wh ... wha ... What? - Before ALL of us gang-fucked you, you got two broTherhood shoTs. One of those shoTs contained MY blood. That's right, my aggressive strain of HIV is already circulating in your system, and replicating very fasT. As I hold you I can feel it multiplying. My DNA is taking control of your DNA, until they become one. Well that was all I needed to hear, and with that I shoT what would be my lasT NEG load right across the stage, with our worked up audience cheering me on. As I came my cunT then naturally began to massage Chad's aching deaTh-meaT. His arms wrapped around me squeezing my young plump flesh tighter, with his breathing becoming heavy and shallow. I could literally feel him swell up inside of me. I knew he was getting very close to nutting in me for a second time. - When I begin to cum, I wanT you to oink like the fucking nasTy pig that you are. And then ... grunT 💦 grunT 💦 grunT 💦 He began to rhythmically grunT in synergy with each pulsation of his deadly Dick as his perineal muscles propelled his super-CHARGED ☢️☢️☢️ deaTh-seed into my VERY willing cunT! I began to oink, and I was so lost in this magical AIDS momenT that I began to oink frantically, louder and louder ... grunT 💦grunT 💦 grunT 💦 Oink 🐽 Oink 🐽 Oink 🐽 Oink ... 🐖 He took his last grunT, and fell on top of me, as until we both fell in a nasTy p☣️z-PiG heap ... SpenT! It was now already 5.30am, with just half an hour to go until the end of the parTy. And, it had to end promptly, as the After-parTy would be starting at 7.30am. I didn't even know this was taking place. Once Chad left the stage, I picked up my unfinished glass of t☢️xic-fuck-juice, and slowly slurped on it through the straw as I danced for my audience for the last half hour. Well, I fully intended to dance for an hour, and so I should. I just didn't realise there was going to be one very interesting very long interlude. 🐷

I LOVE messing around with AGGRESSIVE BOTTOMS, especially the ones who have raging hard-ons while they impale themselves on bare cock. The best would be one who keeps eye-contact as he slides down without even flinching, pre-cumming the whole time and then maybe nut like a champ on me before I even shoot my load!

bag home from vacation and hit the truckstop. cruised some eastern european guy (serbian maybe). HE was nervous but dropped his trousers and let me blow him beside his rig. Another guy who my guy knew, it seems, walked up on us and freaked the first guy out. I sort of froze too. He tried to pull up his trouser but the second guy stopped him. After exchanging a few words the second guy pulled me up by the belt and pulled down my trousers and drove his cock in. I wasn't ready for that. He kept talking to the first guy while he fucked me . After he shot his load, he turned me around and indicated that he wanted me to clean his cock. I think he was trying to convince the first guy to fuck me but he wasn't into it. The first guy seemed embarrassed as they walked off but the second guy just kept laughing. Was really horny after that.

I, too, loved this tale. For those who get off on Hospice stories, I've written several which are in this forum. Let me know if you like them.

The fucking continued for the rest of the night. Jack and my dad switched places a couple of times, both of them making sure to give me their loads when they finally did manage to cum. I lost track of how many times they deposited their cum into me, my hole pretty much reduced to a cum-slicked, slackened mess. I had to squeeze my hole down around Jack to really feel that piercing, which shocked me, considering how rough he'd gotten with it so far. My uncle went off with my dad at some point, leaving me alone with Jack. He lit himself up a cigar, huffing on it as he climbed on top of me. His thick dick was back on my hole in a moment, his piercing sliding right into that cummy chute, a low groan leaving me as the rest of his cock sank back in. They'd been fucking me long enough that my hole felt barely any pain, not to mention the euphoric pleasure of that cock filling me up so deeply. "You like that, cunt?" he grunted, mashing his hips around in my ass. I nodded slowly, grunting as my prostate took a good pounding from the tip of his shaft. I could feel my precum pooled up on my belly, my dick having spent most of the night half-hard and leaking. He chuckled to himself and climbed further on top of me, pushing my legs up against my chest and hunching over me in a frenzied, animalistic fuck. Wet slaps rang out, his grunts and pants joined by my own whimpers and groans. My ass squeezed down hard on him, his length teasing my prostate more and more and pushing me closer to the edge. I could only grab onto his arms and cry out as my own orgasm slammed into me, my cock jumping and sending globs of cum spewing out onto my belly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I groaned as he only intensified his rutting when my hole squeezed down on him throughout my orgasm, the entire length pulling out before slamming back in. "I knew I'd get you to cream while I knocked you up... Here's another for good measure, faggot!" His dick flexed, and some more of that wet heat pumped into me. He could still cum a good bit even after fucking all night, and some of it drooled out of my hole when he pulled out. "I gotta head to work before I'm late. Tell your daddy I'll be back for more of your cunt later." He had me clean his cock off before he got dressed again, heading downstairs and getting into his truck to leave. I listened to it go down the road, the sound fading off into the distance before footfalls were coming up the steps again. My door opened, and a stranger walked in. I was surprised at this, but the look he gave me told me all I need to know about why he was here. His eyes were hungry, focused in on my cum-slick hole. "Your dad told me I'd find you up here. Said you'd want my dirty load. Is that right, boy?" he said. He was an older man, grey hair covering most of his body, and my first thought when I looked at him was how much he looked like one of the old bathhouse troll types with his wasted limbs and massive belly. I was surprised to see the length of his cock when he pulled his old sweat pants down, though. It looked like it was at least six or so inches soft. "That's right. Boys like you always think nothing 'till you see my cock. Then you're begging to take my cum!" He went over to the bed, naked now. His hairy body showed clear signs of the virus, his spindly hands pinning mine down at either side as his hips got in position between my legs. His cock was half-hard already, and he gave it a few slow pumps as he rubbed it against my hole. "Looks like you're nice and lubed up already. I'll just make myself at home..." he said, sliding his cock into me in one go. It felt incredible, the length going in pretty deep already, and as he pushed in and out, I could feel him growing harder, his cock snaking deeper and deeper in me. "Such a handsome boy... Look at you, putting your legs up for some diseased old stranger... Takin' homeless AIDS cock in your ass..." he panted out raggedly as his cock pushed in past my second hole, his cock pushing in deeper than either of the cocks earlier had. He chuckled, clearly gathering what had just happened from the look on my face. "Gonna give you my babies so deep, they're not coming out, you see?" he panted out, licking his lips as he leaned forward, pressing those lips to mine and kissing me deeply. His mouth tasted foul, but I couldn't really pull away, his body gripping mine tightly as his thrusts grew quicker. "Here you go boy... Here's your gift..." he panted, then sighed as his cock flexed hard inside me, his cum dumping deep within me. I could feel his cock unloading, but even as he slid it out, his cum was nowhere to be seen, just as he promised. He whistled at me a bit, patting my ass as his cock swayed about. "Whew, that's a sweet hole..." he said to himself, already pulling his clothes on as well. He didn't even say goodbye to me, just heading out of the door. Just outside, I heard him say, "Thanks for the heads up!" "Any time, Mutt," my dad's voice replied. Soon after, he came into the room, dressed in a pair of jeans. "I see you figured out how things work now," he said, chuckling at the sight of my freshly-used ass. Though no more cum leaked out, my hole was still plenty loose. "Put some gym shorts and a shirt on. We're gonna take a ride."

1. Nathan I had volunteered to drive my nephew Greg cross-country to college. I thought the trip from Virginia to California would be a fun trip for the two of us. I lived near his university, so at the end of the drive, I'd be close to home. And, if we drove faster than we planned, he could stay with my partner Jason and myself until his move-in date for the dorms. But, I hadn't seen Greg in a year or so, and I hadn't realized what a hot young man he had grown into. We were only two days into our cross-country drive, and I was already on edge. The first day, I had been exhausted from the long flight the day before and the early start of driving. I hadn't even tried to get off. Then, starting this morning, I thought Greg had been teasing me every chance he had. He kept me right on edge. The morning had begun by him bouncing around the small hotel room in just his underwear, showing off his perfect bubble butt, and what looked like a massive cock. He insisted we get on the road without showering, saying there would be plenty of time in the evening. Throughout the day's drive, there were lingering touches, definitely longer than they needed to be. Without a shower, I could almost smell the hormones mixed in with the sweat coming off his body. When we checked into a motel, having made it to Texas, all I could think of was escaping into the shower, and getting off. If I didn't get some relief, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to control myself around Greg. I was thankful that he let me take the first shower. I grabbed some clean clothes and went into the bathroom, hoping my incipient erection wasn't too obvious. But, just as I had gotten the water adjusted and climbed in, even before I had started to deal with insistent throb between my legs, Greg opened the door, and walked in. "Fuck, I have to piss," he said. I heard a long stream of water, then the flush of the toilet. Even twenty years after my own college days, I still instinctively jumped back from the shower head, avoiding the scalding water. "Oh, sorry," Greg said, noticing me at the far end of the tub. He had already stipped down to his underwear and his fat cock hung down, still exposed. He stared at me a moment, through the shower curtain. "I don't remember that tattoo, Uncle," he said. I was immediately self-conscious. My partner Jason had suggested the tattoo. It was a belt of ammo around my thigh, still only partially completed. Each bullet had a name written on it, with a biohazard symbol next to the name. I wasn't at all ready to explain the symbolism to him; it was a dark and complex fetish that many people didn't understand. Greg didn't notice or didn't care about my discomfort, but quickly stepped out of his underwear and into the shower with me. He kneeled down in front of me, examining the tattoo. He ran his finger over the bullets, stopping at the second one, labelled "Jason Spencer." "Isn't that your Jason?" he asked, referring to my partner. "Yeah, it is," I said. As I answered, his hand stroked the inside of my thigh, right where the belt began. The name there was Alan Chase, the bullet was upside down. He let his arm drift up, the back of his hand touching my low-hanging balls. "That's a fucking hot tattoo," he said. "You want to see my tattoo?" he asked, seemingly unconcerned about the symbolism of my partner's name on a bullet. Nor did he appear to notice that my cock was getting hard as he touched my body. "Sure," I answered, not sure what else to say. I was trying to think about something else, anything else other than his hand rubbing against my balls. He stood up, then turned around and bent over, presenting me with his perfect ass. I could see the tattoo on his right ass cheek, two small interlocking male symbols. I knelt down, the water from the shower hitting my back. I ran my fingers over the ink, and felt the raised texture. The tattoo was clearly fresh, probably less than a month old. "You like it?" he asked. I noticed there was fear in his voice. He was taking a risk, unsure of what he was doing, and unsure how I would react. "It's nice," I said. Without thinking, I added, "Does your dad know?" I realized it was an ambiguous question: was I referring to the tattoo or the content of the tattoo. I wasn't sure if I even knew which I was asking. "No, he doesn't. I used a fake ID to get it done," Greg said. "And he definitely doesn't know what it's of," he continued. That close to his beautiful young ass, I had to restrain myself. The butt was crying out for me to pull apart his cheeks, gently lick his hole, and rub my goatee against his sensitive parts. But, there was a constant drumbeat: this was my brother's son. My Godson. No matter my desires, I needed at least to try to control myself. My cock didn't about my feeble attempts at restraint. It had decided much earlier that it needed hole, and Greg's hole in particular. It was responding to how close I was to what it demanded. I stood up, and turned to the stream of water, my back facing Greg. I needed to hide my erection from him. Greg stood up as well, wondering what was happening. "Something wrong, Uncle?" he asked. I turned to face him. As I turned, our cocks slapped against each other. Even without looking, I knew he was just as erect as was I. Greg felt it as well. He reached down and grabbed my shaft. "Or is something right?" "You're my nephew," I said. Like I was trapped in a bad porn film, I continued, "What would your dad say?" I laughed as soon as I said it. "God, that sounded like a bad porn film." "You're not in a bad porn film," Greg said. He kneeled down in front of me again. He ran his fingers over my tattoo again, tracing out the first bullet, the one that I knew belonged to Alan. "Your movies are fucking amazing. And my dad doesn't need to know anything: your movies, your tattoos, my tattoo, or our boners. At least not yet." He emphasized "our," reminding me that we were in this together. Fuck. He had seen the movies I had done. The symbolism of the tattoos wasn't a mystery for him. He knew exactly what turned me on, and he knew the buttons to push. I wondered if he hadn't planned the last two days all along. His hands were on my balls, and before I could do anything, his mouth was on my cock. "No," I protested, and tried to push him away. But his tongue was going over my cockhead, and my brain stopped working. By the time my hands reached his head, rather than pushing him away, I wrapped my hands around his head. I held him on my cock and started to push my hard shaft to the back of his mouth and down his throat. He needed no encouragement from me, swallowing my cock all the way. One of his hands dropped down, slowly stroking his cock, but I didn't care. I was lost in my own pleasure, trying hard not to shoot right then and there. I knew there were better, more dangerous places to shoot. I was sure that Greg knew what I wanted, but his desires were still unclear. I wasn't sure if he really knew what he was getting himself into. He knew full well what I was capable of doing to him, and hadn't hesitated at starting it off. But he was a horny teenager, looking for excitement and danger, unable to understand what it meant for the rest of his life. Finally, I pulled my cock out of his mouth. I immediately missed the warm, wet attention on my cock and forced myself not to shove it back in. I pulled Greg off his knees, and stared into his brown eyes. I said nothing, but just kissed him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I didn't let him get his tongue into me: I had to let him know who was in control here. Our hard cocks were rubbing up against each other, making sure we were aroused. After a few minutes of lip-lock, I broke off. "Let's get out of the shower," I said. "I think we need to talk more. Maybe do more. Bed?" "I like that, Uncle Nate," he replied. "I think you need another bullet on your tat." I tried not to think about the implications of what he had just said. I turned off the shower, and we quickly dried off. He headed out of the bathroom, and I let my cock eagerly follow his ass. I grabbed some lube and poppers out of my bag, and put them on the bed table. Greg watched me; I wondered if he noticed that I didn't include any condoms in the supplies. I got on the bed. Greg jumped on top of me and let my cock slide between his legs. He leaned over and kissed me. This time I let his tongue slip into my mouth. At the same time, I was rubbing my cock against his ass, just a small reminder of who was in control here. He seemed nervous about this, sometimes easing into my strokes, and other times pulling back. "You sure about this, Greg?" I asked. "Yeah, I am." He paused. "As sure as I've been about anything, Uncle." "How much experience have you had? This isn't your first time, is it?" There was a hesitancy and nervousness that I couldn't quite figure out. I thought it was fear about what he was getting himself into, but, just as easily, it could have been simple inexperience. "First time as a bottom. And certainly the first time getting bred." He kissed me again. "I've always been a top before." "From what you've said, I guess you've seen some of my movies," I asked. "Only one. Infectious Fun," he said. "You've done more?" "Yeah, a few." "I didn't even know it was you when I downloaded it. I had only just met Jason when I downloaded it. But, fuck, I've shot so many loads, wishing I was Ben, getting fucked by you and Jason. Getting bred by the two of you" I remembered Infectious Fun. It was the first movie that Jason and I had done together, and my first movie ever. Together, with a few other tops, we had bred Ben over the course of a long, drug-fueled weekend. Ben, had gotten the flu less than four days later. He hadn't even made it to his twenty-first birthday. "You're sure of this?" I asked, one more time. "Yeah, I am." Greg rolled off of me, and grabbed my leg. He ran his fingers over the bullets. "Alan starts. Then Jason," he said, fingering the first and second bullet. "Ben's here," he said as he ran his finger over the third one, "Ben Moore," he repeated. "And so many more," he said as he ran over the numerous other names. "I want my name on here as well. Right here," he said, running his finger against the last bullet. He paused, staring directly at me. "But, are you willing to go forward with this, Uncle?" he asked. "I know what I want. But it has to be from you. From Jason." I didn't know. My brain was telling me to go slowly, go safely. This was my nephew; the son of my own brother. I sat up on the bed, shifting my position between Greg's legs. I had a responsibility to teach him, to mold him into a fine young man, to help him grow into an adult. But my cock had no doubts about what it needed to do. As I guided my dick between Greg's legs, and let it press up against his butt, I knew what it wanted. It wanted into Greg. It wanted in him raw, deep, and unprotected. It wanted to fuck Greg hard, shoot a thick, toxic load deep, and tag the boy permanently. Greg could tell I was struggling with the decision. "I want this. Badly," he said. His cock was hard as a rock, a drop of pre-cum already forming at the tip. "I think you do too," he said, grabbing my cock. "And I know your cock wants it," he said, stroking my shaft. Before I could say anything, he pulled me down and gave me a kiss. He was a surprisingly good kisser, tender and aggressive at the same time. "I need you to be the first one, Uncle Nate." Like an addict begging for another hit, the need in voice was obvious. Seeing him on his back, his legs wide open, inviting me in, I couldn't resist any longer. "I can't say no," I said as I moved in between his legs, putting them on my shoulders. "Forgive me," I said. I wasn't sure if I was asking for forgiveness from Greg or myself. "Forgiveness for what? For giving me I have been wanting from you for months, maybe years?" Greg asked. "Do what you know you want to do." I grabbed the lube, and poured some on my fingers. Slowly, I pressed them between Greg's firm ass cheeks, finding his virgin hole, and pushing into his innocent, young body. His hole was hot and tight, just as I knew it would be. He gasped as my finger entered him, but at the same time, he still was smiling widely. We stayed silent as I worked my index finger deeper into him, only his occasional moan breaking the silence. Greg must be have been able to hear my heart pounding, both excited and scared. But inside of him, I felt the same drumming: he was also aroused and terrified. Before, I had never really known who I was breeding. They were strangers who passed through my life. Some of them, like Jason, took up bigger roles after I had done my work. But Greg was different. I was about to infect my own flesh and blood. I had met him hours after he was born and there had been summers together, first with Alan, then with Jason. He was the closest thing I had to my own child, and I was his godfather. I was about to fuck him raw and shoot my poz cum into him. I was going to mark him and change him forever. In some ways, it was the logical next step in our deepening relationship. Before I changed my mind and ran away, I poured more lube on my hand, and worked a second finger into his hole. For a virgin, he was taking my fingers easily, opening up and letting me get in deep. "Ready, boy?" I asked. "Ready for the real thing?" "Please, Uncle," he said, softly. His cock was still hard, and there was a small pool of pre-cum on his flat stomach. I knew even if I had doubts about what I was going to do, Greg had none at all. I handed him the bottle of poppers, and as he did a hit, I dribbled a bit of lube on my shaft. He put down the brown bottle. I lined my cock up. Greg nodded at me, and I pushed my cockhead into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop it. He grimaced slightly at my cock invading his body. Before I pushed in any further, I let him get used to me inside of him. "Doing ok, boy?" I asked. I slipped a bit more of my fat shaft into his tight hole. Somehow, calling him boy came completely naturally to me. Nothing was going to stop me from marking him as my own, and soon I'd be a part of his genes just as much as his "real" dad. Even more, he had picked me specifically for this honor, a conscious choice, not the choices of the fates that got him his father. "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I'm fine." he said. Even if it was uncomfortable for him, he was smiling. "Your cock is inside me. This is what I've been dreaming about for months now. And now it's real." I went slowly, letting him get used to my cock. I wasn't small, and if this was really his first time, he was probably in more discomfort than he was letting on. "More?" I asked. I wanted him to be in control of this fuck, at least for now. Later, there would be plenty of time for a more aggressive fuck. Next time, I'd work to give Greg what he seemed to want, but for now, I could overrule my cock, and go at Greg's pace. "Please, Uncle Nate," he said. I held his legs, and leaned in to kiss him. He stuck his tongue into my mouth, exploring it. I shifted my weight slightly, pushing my cock deeper into his hole. He sighed for a moment, a hint of discomfort. "I'm good," he immediately said, noticing the concern on my face. "You're big," he said, smiling. "It feels amazing. But fuck, it's big." "This really your first time bottoming?" I asked. "Well, once before. A guy tried, but he wasn't as big as you. And he insisted on wearing a condom, even though he was neg." "And?" "It hurt. And I wasn't too into it." "This?" "What I always dreamed getting fucked would feel like." He was smiling, and I went in a little deeper. I was almost balls-deep in Greg, and he had taken it like a porn star stunt bottom. "Almost there, boy," I said. "Just a bit further." "Do it, Uncle," he said, "Put it all the way in me." I did, and there were still smiles from Greg. "All the way in," I said. "Ready for the pounding to begin, boy?" "Fuck yeah, Nate, give it to me." I leaned in again, letting our lips lock as I started to pump in and out of his tender ass. He reached down and put his finger next to his hole, feeling how he was stretched around my cock. "Raw," he said. I just nodded, enjoying the intimacy of the fuck. He moved his hand down, and grabbed my balls. Between the warm shower, and the massive load of cum in that had built up in them, they were hanging low. With each stroke into his ass that I took, they swung back and forth. "Full," he said. He was too engrossed with the sensations of getting fucked to say anything more than monosyllables. "And potent," I said. "You doing good?" He nodded his head, and I thought he was going to say something. I slowed down my strokes, letting him gather his thoughts. He opened his mouth again, but then stopped. I watched him carefully, drinking in his beauty at this moment. I was also a bit worried. This was now real, not just a jerk-off fantasy. When I came, it would be forever. He closed his eyes, still smiling, still feeling my balls. A few moments later, there was a single tear in each eye. "I'm scared," he finally said. "I don't want to get sick" Even before he finished talking, I had stopped fucking him. "Should I pull out?" I asked. I wanted to breed him, but I knew I had to respect his limits and desires. He grabbed onto my ass, forcing me back into his body, deep and hard. "NO," he said forcefully. "No matter what, don't stop. Don't pull out. I need you to cum in me." "But you're scared?" I asked. His eyes were red now, a steady stream of tears flowing. He nodded. again, then closed his eyes. His ass clenced around my cock, holding me in place, in place deep inside of him. "Yes, I'm scared," paused, and then continued, "But I'm also scared to go to college. I'm scared to leave home. I know I need to make this step. It's the fear that makes it exciting." He opened his eyes again. I could see the fear in them, but also the desire. There was nothing I could say. He knew what was happening, and what he was choosing. I just leaned in and licked off his tears, then kissed him. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. He seemed particularly vulnerable and delicate in that moment, and I wanted to let him know it was going to be alright. Moreover, my dark desires wanted to exploit that moment, because I knew he was an easy and willing target. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "And I'm going to shoot my load in you. Ready?" My cock was throbbing, and my balls were swollen with cum. I had been on edge for so long, I couldn't hold back much longer. "Fuck yeah, I am, Uncle Nate. I want this so badly." He smiled at me. "Shoot it in me deep, and don't pull out." He pulled himself up against me, his ass pressing against my balls, my cock deep inside of him. "Infect me, Uncle. Please?" The words sent me over the edge and I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed in deep, and let my cock take over. "I love you, nephew," I whispered into his ear. I grunted, and I felt the pulse of cum travel the length of my cock, spraying Greg's guts. "Take my sperm. Take my virus." My spurt was strong enough that even Greg felt it. "Damn," he said, his eyes widening. "More. Please," he said. I obliged, and several more volleys followed in quick succession. I could feel a pool of sperm accumulating inside of Greg. I knew it was going to slowly soak in to him and hopefully take over his body. "My pleasure, Greg," I said, another two spurts shaking my body and landing in his hole. Another slow spurt of sperm into him, and I knew that I was done. At least for this round. But I was still hard, and I didn't try to pull out. I wanted Greg to decide when he was ready. And I wanted to work my load into his hole. I just held him closely, kissing him. "Sorry I didn't last longer, boy," I said. "Your ass was just too perfect." He didn't reply directly. He just pulled me closer and kissed me for a bit. "Your balls drained now, Uncle?" he asked. "Hardly, Greg." We shifted slightly, my cock still connecting us. "And me?" he asked. "Is that it?" "For?" "Getting sick? Being infected?" "No. I'm on meds. It's going to take a lot more loads before one takes and you get converted. And even if this one fuck had worked, that's not a good reason to stop fucking you," I said, smiling. "Good," Greg said. "I enjoyed that. Next time though, I get to cum as well though." "Maybe. Or I keep you on edge for days, just like I've been for the past few days. But now, I think we need some food."

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

Had a very hot night in a hotel in London on Monday. I love hotels where you don’t need a key card to get up to the bedrooms, they are so good for anonymous hotel room meets. Monday night I was staying in a Holiday Inn Express. I was away with another guy from work, but we’d had an early morning and so after a few drinks we headed off to bed. I was horny. So needed some action but had drunk too much to be able to drive anywhere. So I cruised the apps. Straight away came up with a guy on Grindr, he said he could accommodate but I told him I couldn’t travel. Says he could come to me. His pics looked hot, a nice face pic and a great picture of his cock, soft but looked nice and thick, uncut with a great looking foreskin. Bushy pubes but that’s ok. I told him I was looking for a hotel pump & dump, told him the hotel and he said he said ‘Hot, up for that, you bb?’ ‘Yeah, absolutely’ I told him. ‘I’ll be there in 15 mins’ was his reply. I put the bolt lock out on the door, rest it against the frame and slowly turn the knob till it went in and was only just caught. That way when you push the door open the bolt will pop back in and the door shut itself. I’d set the room up, just one bedside light on, it was on a flexible stalk so I put it right close to the wall so it hardly gave any light. On the bedside table were a couple of bottles of poppers, a tube of lube, bottle of water and tissues. I put a towel on the bed, stretched my hole for a while working lube into me with my fingers, stretched to four fingers, wished I’d brought a dildo. After 10 minutes I knelt on the bed, arse up, waited. I could hear the lift when it ran, when it stopped at my floor, followed by footsteps in the corridor, my sense of hearing heightened by the silence in the room and the darkness. I huffed poppers each time I heard anyone, my heart pounding with excitement each time, but they all walked on past. This happened five or six times, so I was pretty popperd up by the time one didn't walk by and pushed the door open. He saw me, my lubed hole glistening at him. 'Fucking nice' he muttered. I heard him kick his shoes off, his belt clink and trousers slide down, the change in his pocket jangled. He told me to suck his cock, get it wet he said. He was hard, dripping, under his foreskin was really musky, he smelled of a day of man sweat, not BO, just manly. ‘Back on your knees’ he told me, I grabbed some lube as I turned and slathered it on my hole, took deep breaths of poppers as he grabbed my thighs and put his cock to my hole. I gasped as his cock head opened me up, it hurt as it always does first time, told him to wait. ‘Take it, slut’ he told me as he pushed deeper. So more poppers. Head spins. Put my head down onto the pillow, strangers bare cock invading my guts, poppers adding to the head rush that I was getting from the excitement. Pain became bearable, enjoyable actually. His knob hits my prostate, like a shock, my cock jumps and my arse clenches. His bushy pubes are suddenly against my arse cheeks, he holds there a moment before pulling out, then back in, starting the fuck. 'Got 3 day load for you slut' he told me, 'not gonna pull out'. That suited me, I wanted his seed in me. Deep inside, not wasted on my back! More poppers. I reached to my hole, I so love to feel my ring stretched around a cock shaft, to feel the guys balls, caress them, imagine I’m coaxing them to unleash their load into me. His cock shaft was smooth, slippery with my spit, lube, arse juices. He pushed me down onto the bed, spreading my legs wider, laying on my back as he slowed his fucking. He held my body to his, growled into my ear 'nice arse, gonna stretch it well before I breed it'. He pulled out and made me turn over, pulled me to the edge of the bed, legs up, ankles on his shoulders as he was standing. Rams his cock deep into me, savagely, holds my thighs to him, he's sweating, I'm wet too, he starts to fuck like a train. I feel the whole length of his cock travel in and out through my sphincter. The lube was drying and I felt my arse being pulled in and out with his thrusts. I spit on my hand and try to wet his cock. He’s hitting my prostate every thrust, hard, I think I'm about to cum, don’t cum, on the edge all the time. He rams deep. ‘Cumming’ he cries, makes three, four, five deep hard thrusts then stops, holds himself in me. My arse feels wet. He pulls out, like a shot I'm around, his cock in my mouth, fucking loving the tastes, cleaning everything from him, tongue under his foreskin, lick round his sweaty balls. ‘Thanks slut’ he tells me, pushing me off him. I watch as he puts his jeans on, he's commando so he has to fold his still semi hard cock and push it into his jeans to button up. Slides his feet into his shoes, grabs my head, kisses my mouth, tongue deep inside, then he's gone, the door latches behind him. I kneel on the bed, reach to my hole, gather some cum that's leaked, lick it from my fingers. Love the taste in my mouth from his cock, my arse, his cum. Then poppers. Grindr. Message from guy. 'Can't accom, can u?' he says. 'Bareback pump & dump in hotel?' I ask. 'Which hotel?' he asks. I tell him hotel, room number, tell him he can go straight to the lift and come up. '10 mins' he tells me. Less than 10 minutes later I'm on my knees, popperd up when someone pushes the door open and light floods the room...

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Chapter 17: *Going home to meet the neighbours* Ian who was at the main parTy, and the after-parTy came into where I lay restrained, high, STILL very much horny, and completely drenched inside and out with t☢️xic cum, piss, and Gono- pus. I overnight had become a breeding ground of nasTy-bugs. He unrestrained me, and told me to get up, and just like earlier my legs buckled with he catching my fall. He carried me to my Dance-stage and left from the side, as though he were to be going to ''Boss Aiden's'' work apartment. One of the barmen came over with an Orange Juice, and put his arm around me; - Here, drink this. You need it. You have had one full on relentless night. I'm Andrew. But, you can call me Andy as the closest to me in my life do. He looked at me, and smiled. I could feel his physical and spiritual tenderness, and I suppose I could be doing with a bit of that now, even though all I could think of and crave was M☢️RE Dick & Cum. He kissed me softly on my cheek. - I ... I ... I'm Steven. - Nice to meet you Steven. I understand you have just arrived in the country. I have instructed my colleague over there to put my personal details card in with the envelope of $'s due to you. Call me yeah. I cannot stay talking as much as I'd loved to, I have to help clear up. - Yeah, sure. Thank you. We exchanged smiles, with his smile saying ''I have your back''. He kissed me tenderly on my cheek again, and went to help his colleague clear up and generally sort everything out. His colleague was counting out one $ bills from a jar on the bar that was labelled 'CUNT'. What could that mean? He counted out $160, and put that with the $200 that the ''Boss'' promised me for my 1 hour dancing, and popped it in an envelope with Andy's card of personal details, sealed it, and handed it to me. Ian and the ''Boss'' soon appeared; - Right Stevie-boy, time to take you home. I shall drive you. We can't have you on public transport in this horned up state now can we. How much was in the CUNT jar Tim? The other barman responded; - I counted out $160 dollars ''Boss''. - 160 loads!? ~ Impressive!! Ian picked me up, and carried me to the ''Boss'' car. There was a towel already layed out in the passengers seat, because it was obvious I was going to be leaking heavily on the short drive home. Shortly after we took off, the ''Boss'' started talking to me; - Well Stevie-boy, you have been a very busy boy haven't you. That envelope you hold contains the $200 dancing money owed to you, plus $160. Each Man who came inside your what was a NEG cunT had to put in $1. So, 160 loads huh. Fuck Stevie-boy, you are one heck of a PiG with stamina. You'll have to dance for me again sometime. I couldn't believe it. How on earth did I take so many loads in one night!? And the crazy thing is, it wasn't nearly enough. Once we arrived outside my block, the 'Boss'' ordered me to lift my ASS off of the car seat so he could slide the towel out from underneath me. He threw my trackie bottoms at me and told me to put them on before I started leaking cum over his car seat. - For fuck sake Stevie-boy, look at all this cum you have leaked out. You are a real fucking nasTy-WHORE! And as he said that he lunged over and rubbed the towel firmly into my face, smearing the cum my cunT had dripped out during the journey home all over my sweet English boy features. When he took the towel away there was so much cum he had just thrown in my face that it was hanging off of my face in long drips, that stayed attached, showing off what a real cum-loving PiG I had turned into overnight. He threw me my Tee which I tucked into the sides of my trackie bottoms, and gave me my small bag of personal items; Keys, phone, etc. Then, those stainless steel nipple clamps were finally taken off of me. The skin had broken and my tits now wept. They were super sore, and VERY big! - Those belong to the club. You can wear them again when you dance next ... C'mon Stevie boy, hurry up, I cannot park here. I quickly got out, and hurried topless into my building. And I ran up the several flights of stairs (I don't know how I done it), because I did not want any of my neighbours to see me. I got to the top, my floor, and was about to unlock my door when I heard a ... 'Hey'. I looked behind me, and it was one of my neighbours who lived next door. He was this super cute 23 year old Hispanic guy called Ramon with the most to die for high Bubble-Butt 'NEG' ass. Fuck, I would so tap that. Maybe during my inevitable sero conversion!? 😈 I hadn't lost my inner Dom-Top! He clocked the 'NEG PIG' / 'POZ ME' message that was still on my back as I looked at him with the many many loads of anonymous t☢️xic cum dangling from my face, put his grocery shopping down, and strutted his own cute little NEG Ass over to me. I would soon learn that he is a complete bottom, but for now he was having devious thoughts race through his mind. He slipped his hand down my trackie bottoms, and slipped in a few fingers. - Fuck, you are fucking loose Man, and dripping heavily. Where have you been? Now there is an introduction if I ever saw one! https://assets.s3xstatic.com/bz/uploads/emoticons/default_wink.png - Dancing at Aiden's. A knowing smile came over his face. He told me to put my stuff in my apartment, then I must come over immediately for a proper introduction. I went inside, threw my stuff on the hall table, and stood there for a few moments to process all what had gone on, and continuing. Should I really go to my neighbours now. Would he think me rude if I didn't. I took my keys, left, locked up, and took the few strides to my new neighbours home. The door was ajar. I went to knock, when it then fully opened. Ramon ushered me in, grabbed me by the hand, and frog marched me into the living room, where his 58 year old boyfriend was relaxing on the couch. He was dressed in a tight fitting navy blue tank top that hugged at his big crix belly, cammo shorts, with thick woolen socks. His arms, legs, and face had lipodystrophy, yet he was nicely tanned and muscular, sporting a mustache. - Daddy, look what I found for you. Our new neighbour, from England. Was I about to enjoy afternoon Tea & Cake with the new neighbours? 😈

Steathing is a form or rape. No consent was given. People need to stop conflating rape/ steal thing with rape play or stealth play. That work play makes a big difference. It turns the act from a crime to a game. The difference between the two is with normal stealthing absolutely no consent, not even prior consent was given. While in rape play / stealth play, prior consent was given and usually the bottom can stop the action at anytime.

Very good toy. Used this on a few bottoms. It's great for depth because it's very soft and flexible, minimizing the pain during depth play. The bottom part looks like nothing but it's actually shaped like a plug so it gives added fullness and a bit of stretch in the colon when that base pops in. Great if training to go elbow deep with fist.

This ^. As a rule I don’t “play” with toys solo because they impart an empty feeling - they actually seem to magnify for me the fact that there isn’t a real person in their place. Alone, I use them strictly as tools, to coax flesh into a desired form. When I’m slutting, I’ll leave my dildo out for Men to use on me if they wish, and some of them do, some brutally (which I always look forward to). Now the toy instantly gains warmth and meaning, because it is an extension of the Top and his intent. Four nights ago a Top DP’d me using my dildo and his cock, which really emphasized his intent to use it on me (he said I “took it like a champ” 🙂). Yet even if a Top uses my dildo on me and his cock is significantly smaller than my dildo, the moment he enters me with the real thing the difference is overwhelming. I would take that cock, no matter its size, over any dildo of any size or length, any day.

Yep. This is what happened to me many years ago during my very first bondage experience. Went out for drinks and bumps with the hot, older, muscled leather pig IT guy from my office. Got buzzed and horny and went back to his place. Dude cuffed me to his headboard, stripped my clothes off, and with his eyes locked on mine...impaled himself balls deep on my cock without stopping. He rode me, never breaking eye contact and talking filth the whole time, until I came three times inside him while he shot his loads all over my face, hair and chest and then licked them up and fed them to me with his tongue. Needless to say I was totally hooked - both on the cuffs and his muscled and twirled up hole. Until then I had no idea a bottom could be dominant.

I always were interested in group sex and being kinky. Since my early years that I dream of being males little bitch. I always was afraid and impressed by tall and masculine man, always felt some kind of submission toward them. At some point in my adulthood I decided to try bathhouses. Of course after one time I was really into it. I continued to go, and then one day... I was travelling Europe and stopped for a week in Amsterdam. The weather was insane, its was in the middle of a heatwave. One evening I decided to venture in the redlight district and go see where was the good bathhouses. I was so suprised to see A LINEUP to enter the bathhouse. Mind you, in my native city, you're lucky if there is 10 guys in total. Si I immediatly knew I HAD to go. After a while I finally enter, and its jampacked, to the point I have a hard time not stepping on anyone's toe. I make my way to the dark room and start having fun. I start making out with this guy, he's bald and his body is toned and hot. I can't see him in the dark, but what a hot male look like. Lets call him John #1. At some point he tells me to wait and some back with a methpipe. Oh god, I never done this, not even done coke, only speed. I'm freaking out, but at the same time my partner was so damn hot, I really wanted to please him. So I took a hit. I felt a burning sensation in my lung, coughed up a bit, and right after, I felt like sexual desire was growing in me. I felt hot but so good, and I immediatly started going ham on John#1. He then took me slowly to the sling, and even tho I never done it I got in there . I feel his big cock playing around my ass and I'm in extasy. My brain is screaming to put a condom on him, but my body is demanding semen. He kisses me and I whisper to him "please breed me, I want to feel your male essence in me". He then penetrated me right away. I screamed, feeling a bit of pain, but mostly pleasure. My entire body was shaking and sweating, I was ready. I was ready to take that men hot load, whatever the cost. He came after fucking me for 10 minutes. I was still very high and horny, so I decided to stay in the sling. It took 30 seconds to feel another man in me. That one didn't even asked or kissed me, just went for it, and it felt so hot. He was thick, I could feel my hole being trashed out. He was also really aggresive, choking and spanking me. At that point I knew I wanted this alpha male cum so bad. I whispered to him "please, I beg you to cum, I want to feel your juice inside me, feel like a part of your masculinity is part of me. That's when he stopped fucking me and told me "You're gonna have to work for it Boy, and if you do well I'll bring some friends so you can take their loads as well... So, should I continue?

Craig’s List Ad While I was in high school I spent many nights reading the personal ads on Craig’s List wishing I was old enough to hook up with any of these hot men. One ad in particular always caught my eye and would fuel my jerk off session. The ad would be posted every Friday afternoon and it read; ‘2 studs looking for party bttm for the weekend! We are 2 top studs, one 27, 6’ 3”, 185, muscular build, 9” cut plus, second 24, 6’, 175, muscular, 8” cut. You be under 25, ht/wt proportionate, lean, smooth and willing to follow our direction for the weekend. In return you will have the time of your life. Send pic with stats and a phone number and we will reply.’ There were 2 pics of their cocks and they looked good enough to me. The day finally came where I turned 18 and I was ready to reply. I sent my e-mail message that read; ‘Just turned 18 here, 5’9”, 130 pounds, 7” cut cock ready to lose my cherry. Contact me so we can party together, xxx-xxx-xxxx. Chris’ I attached a few of my pics from swimming of me in my speedo along with a couple nudes I took with my digital camera. I started to think I would never hear from these guys when my phone finally rang around 9 pm. I answered and I heard a masculine voice on the other end. My heart was beating so hard and fast I thought the stud on the other end of the phone could hear it. He said his name was Dallas and his buddy’s name was Justin. Dallas said he sent me some pics of them to my e-mail. I quickly looked at them as my cock grew rock hard. He asked me if I was really a virgin. I told that it is true, I am a virgin. The he asked me how much I typically would do when I partied. I told him I would do about what any normal guy would do and had no problem holding my own when I partied with my friends. I guess that sounded good them guess he asked if I could come over their place. Since the rents were out of town for the weekend I knew I was available to them as they wanted and told them I could come over whenever they wanted me. Dallas said to be at their place about 10 pm and be ready to stay until Sunday afternoon. I had less than an hour to get my ass ready and out the door, but was wanted this so bad. Dallas gave me the address and we hung up. I immediately jumped in the shower and was ready to head out the door in record time. I plugged the address into my phone’s GPS program and was there with plenty of time to spare. I parked my car in the drive as directed and walked around to the back door. I noticed a pool and hot tub in the back yard and saw the 2 studs sitting by the pool. They greeted me and could hardly wait to get things started. They took me inside and told me to strip as they lost their board shorts and were naked before me. I couldn’t hide my excitement as I dropped my shorts and boxers revealing my dripping, rock hard 7”. I immediately dropped to my knees and began to suck on their cocks. I would suck one for a while then switch to the other. This went on for a few minutes when they suggested we move to the bedroom where we could get the party started. I followed Dallas back to the master bedroom where he had me sit on the edge of bed. I resumed sucking his cock as we waited for Justin to join us. I thought Justin was getting us drinks when he came in with something in his hands. I couldn’t quite make out when he had until Dallas pulled his hard 9” from my mouth. Dallas proclaimed that it was time to get the party started. Justin was on my left side when he began to tie a blue piece of rubber over my left bicep. Then I saw what he had in his hand when he came into the room. He had a needle filled with a clear liquid. At first I was a little scared but Dallas seemed to reassure me that I was about to have the best sex I’d ever have and to relax. Now I had never done any drugs what so ever. The only ‘partying’ I had done was when I drank beer at a high school party. Now I was letting a couple of guys I just met inject me with some sort of drug. I was mesmerized by what was going on. It seemed so surreal but it was happening to me. I felt the coolness of alcohol being applied followed by the slight ‘pinch’ of the needle as he stuck it into a prominent vein. I went back to sucking on Dallas but could see out the corner of my eye as a tinge of blood showed in the barrel before he pushed all the contents into my arm. Then the blue band on my arm was pulled off and Dallas pulled his cock from my mouth. I felt a warmth rush up my arm, tasted something metallic in the back of my throat. Suddenly I felt like I couldn’t breathe and I coughed really hard a few times. I laid back on the bed as I began to hear a strong ringing in my ears and had a little trouble seeing. I felt my heart begin to beat really fast, it felt like the temperature jumped in the room and my breathing got really fast. Dallas and Justin pulled me up on the bed. Dallas got between my legs and lifted my legs and Justin fed me his cock. I began to suck on Justin as I felt something incredible in my ass as Dallas began to lick my hole. I reached down to stroke my cock and noticed I was so soft, but yet I was so turned on and horny. I kept Justin’s cock in my mouth as Dallas got my hole all wet. I heard him comment that he could feel my hole sucking on his tongue and that I was ready to give him my cherry. I looked over as him as he held my legs and positioned his cock at my ass. I thought it would hurt like hell getting fucked for the first time, or so I’ve heard, but as Dallas slide inside me it felt so good. I still had Justin’s cock in my mouth as a moan escaped around his tool. I reached down to feel the hard tool invading my inside. I was slightly shocked and turned on when I felt the cock that took my virginity. I was a little out of it from the drugs but I could tell that Dallas was fucking me with his raw, bare cock. Everything that was going on seemed so overwhelming I seemed to lose track of time. Suddenly I felt like my hole was grabbing and milking on Dallas’s cock when he began to pant and groan. It felt as if his cock grew harder and harder when I suddenly felt the piece of meat inside me spasms. Suddenly the two studs’ switched positions and I began to clean of Dallas and Justin began to fuck me. Within a few minutes I began to feel Dallas starting to get hard again. Just like I did with Dallas inside me, I felt Justin getting harder when he began to grunt and his cock throb inside me. They had me change position to where I was on all 4’s like a dog. Justin sat in front of me as Dallas came in from behind so that he could fuck me again. It felt so good to feel his hard cock back inside my hungry hole as I cleaned off Justin’s cock. After Dallas filled me again with another load I could start to see some sun light come through the bedroom blinds. We switched one more time and Justin fucked me again. After Justin finished they suggested a shower then a dip in the pool before we had a little something for breakfast. After a nice shower we were lounging in the pool when Dallas swam up behind me. He didn’t say a word….he didn’t need too. I could feel his hard cock poking my ass searching for my hole. He had is right arm around my waist and reached down with his left had to guide home his tool inside me. Justin watched as Dallas fucked another load into my well used ass. After he pulled his cock from me Justin took his place. After Justin finished up I was told we were going to the baths. We got dressed and climbed into Justin’s car and drove off. I really couldn’t see where we were going since I was stuffed in the back seat. We pulled into a parking lot and I was told we were at the local bathhouse. When we got out of the car I noticed that there were a few cars in the lot as Dallas grabbed a bag out of the trunk and we walked towards the door. We walked in and Dallas walked up to the window as I stood back by Justin. I couldn’t make out what Dallas was saying to the guy behind the counter, but the guy handed him a key as they high fived each other and we entered the place. We went up the stairs and down a long hall before we came to a room. Dallas used the key to open the door and we entered the room. There was a bed on one side of the room and a sling on the other. Mirrors ran along the walls and above the bed and sling. I was told to strip and sit on the bed. I quickly stripped off my clothes and sat down on the bed as Justin and Dallas rummaged around in the bag. Dallas pulled a collar from the bag and placed it around my neck as Justin tied the blue band on my right arm. I watched as Justin took a syringe and stuck it in a prominent vein in my arm.’ This syringe looked to have a lot more in it then the first one I was given just last night. He stuck it in my arm and I watched him get a little bit of blood in the barrel before he slowly emptied the contents into me. He raised my arm above my head and pulled the blue band off. The warmth up my arm and into my chest was much stronger then the night before. I coughed really hard, the ringing in my ears was almost deafening and had to lay back as my breathing quickened and my heart began to race. As I lay there Dallas and just stripped down and pulled out some chaps from the bag. They got dressed in leather, fetish gear as I lay there trying to gain my composure. Dallas attached a leash to the collar I wore. I was pulled up to my feet as Justin pulled my arms behind my back and placed restraints in my wrists and ankles. My wrists were hooked together as a long chain connected my ankles. I guess they didn’t want me to run if I tried, not like I was going to run with myself flying high. As Justin led me we around the pace and I was not sure where Dallas disappeared too. I caught many glances from the few people who were there before we came to a dark area, I believe they called it the maze. We entered the maze and I immediately felt hands grabbing at me. They stopped and without any warning someone came up behind me, pushed me over and slid his cock inside my ass. It felt great to have my ass filled again but it didn’t last long when my leash was pulled and I was forced to walk away from the guy fucking me, pulling me off his cock. We went on a little further where we stopped again and another guy bent me over and slid his cock inside me. I’m not sure how long Justin led me around, but the process kept repeating with us walking, stopping, me being bent over and fucked. Before I knew it we were back at the room and met back up with Dallas. The guys chatted about Justin walking me around and the fact that Dallas had written a notice advertising a young, neg cunt ready for pozzing. They released my wrists and had me get into the sling. My wrists and ankles were then restrained the chains. Justin then took a large syringe that did not have a needle on it. It was filled with a clear liquid. He stuck a couple finger in my ass….boy did that feel good. He pulled his fingers from my ass then stuck the syringe inside me. I looked up into the mirror over the sling as he emptied the entire syringe into my hole. I felt a burning as the contents entered me and the ringing in my ears resumed as my heart raced some more. The syringe was pulled from my hole as the door to our room was opened up. Guys began to pour into the room like water being released by a broken damn. Guys of all ages and shapes came into our room. A line began to form between my legs and before I knew it I was finally getting fucked again. One by one I was fucked by every guy in line. I looked over to the bed to see Dallas screwing some skinny blond kid on the bed as Justin fucked some muscle stud. Every now and then Justin came over to see how I was doing. He gave me a little more stuff in my arm and I kept on taking load after load. I could feel the cum dripping from my hole. I’m not sure how long we were there but it was dark out when we left to head back to their place. When we got back to their place I was told to shower up and we headed out to the hot tub for a nice soak. It felt good to sit in the tub as Dallas and Justin rubbed my body in various places. After a short time Dallas had me stand up and he bent me over the side of the tub and fucked me. After he finished, Justin took his turn and added his load. They switched off like that until the sun began to come up. After it was daylight they asked me if I had a good time. I told them that it was better than I had expected. All they did was smile as I got ready to leave for home. When I got home I checked my e-mail and pleasantly surprised at the number of messages from guys I had met at the bathhouse. Over the next few weeks I would sneak out and meet up with these men. My actions seem to catch up to me after a couple weeks of fucking. One day after I took a good pounding from this stud that fucked me at the baths I started to feel tired. My groin was swollen and sore, and I started to feel sick to my stomach. I spent the next week in bed which got my mother really worried. After 3 days of me in bed she took me to the doctor. He took a lot of blood and sent me home with antibiotics. A few days later when I started feeling better I couldn’t wait to get out of the house and get fucked. I met up with one of my many studs and took a good pounding from him. As I was on my way home I got a call from the doctor’s office. My doctor wanted to see me about my blood tests. I arrived at the doctor’s office and the nurse took me right back to his office. As I waited for him to come in and see me I wondered why he wanted to see me. He finally came in and sat down at his desk. He spoke softly to me and said that he had some bad news to give me. My blood work came back indicating that I was…….

Personally I see the 'horned beast' as an image of hedonism, promiscuity and vulgar masculinity! But it was historically the playful, lascivious 'satyrs' of legend who had goat-like features, horns and raging hard-ons. They (in stories) would roam the countryside (I presume, playing a flute) and seduce lonely country-boys (shepherds) into a life of lewd SODOMY, raw fornication and delicious male-on-male promiscuity! The Romans with their (pre-Christian) easy-going attitudes about sex used to ask their guests whether they 'favored nymphs or satyrs', meaning 'girls or boys' as sex-toys. Later the Christian church conveniently used the imagery of the 'horned one' as that of Lucifer, Beelzebub, etc the 'Fallen Angel' in their hell-and-heaven fairytale horror-stories to intimidate gullible villagers into a submissive, pro-creative, domesticated life-style. Only the privileged carried on as usual with their lusts and fancies, much like hypocrites today! Well, fuck all that and the Trojan whore, that cult of Emperor Constantine rode into town with. Now, upon complete liberation, I get a boner from the homoerotic depictions of 'dark demons' and their brutal masculinity, massive cocks, pierced and muscled... fucking with abandon and of course NEVER with a damn rubber. Odd how even 'The Church' condemns them things! lol

Went to a sleazy gay porn theatre in philly tonight and was there for about 3 hours. Total Cum Whore here so Breed Me was written on my back in black permanent marker. Took 7 loads of cum in my ass and swallowed at least 5. It was so hot almost every guy moaned or grunted as they seeded me and a few guys stood around watching and egging on the others to make me take loads. Very Hot!!!

Interesting to read all this feedback; all pretty much IN FAVOR of breeding with FULL ABSORPTION. And here I thought I developed that (kinky) fetish on my own. (seriously, I had never heard of it from others, until I did it a few times myself. Enjoying willful, promiscuous poz sex and getting chills and electrifying contact-highs from letting horny dudes cum in you! Going from vanilla sex to purposely whoring around and taking raw loads from any random buck and let it marinade inside you for a DNA-transfer booty-bump! It is as if his 'imagined slut history' gives you testosterone-by-proxy shot! All in the head or maybe for real? So fucking hot and naughty. The best feeling is 'strutting off into the elevator', ass pumped full, your slut-gear lubed, not knowing what his name was, not knowing who all he fucked or what his status was... never mind 'WALK-OF-SHAME'! It's a STUD STRUT, cocky, smirking, shameless, defiant, cock semi-erect, your hunger sniffing the air for other bucks, while the musk of the last carnal bonding is still strong. The cruising to see if by chance another player hits you up or makes eye contact, that customary 'nod'. It's a TOTAL HIGH for me! "Hey, sloppy seconds anyone!" (almost anyone will do)

This is the BEST thing I have read here hands down. Absolutely no contest. I was there in the hospice room with Ken and the narrator. I was there in the sling room with Ken and the greedy marine guy. Captivated! The entire story structured to an exceptional level writing skill. As 'ejaculaTe' said; [ But there's a sensuality and tenderness between Ken and the narrator that takes the story beyond mere bug-chasing porn. ] And as 'Monster5-8gPA' said; [ ... to show they are worthy of love and kindness it at times the best thing you can do for another human being ] Those comments resonate with me. Yes, we are all horny fuckers, yet, at the end of the long hard day, we are human beings, with feelings. I have never read anything on here until now where my heartstrings were tugged, and, emotions bubbled to the surface. Then, the narrator manages to yank me from that place with; ''Until Mark.'', which caused a loud audible laughter. And that in my book is a sign of tremendous talent and creativity, managing to take someone on a journey where the story flicks their emotions from one emotion to another in a split second. Thank you VERY much 'Spermpig' 😎

i think this is a rarely discussed point. If one wants HAART, having HIV makes one dependent on the/a healthcare system. i get patients in hospital who show up and have no med list and haven't been to a doctor in years, often decades. That's not going to be the case for someone with HIV getting treatment so it will not progress to AID's. HIV infected people getting treatment have to go for regular blood work and have to be around a pharmacy that provides the meds, with a mechanism in place to pay for it all. If you are dependent on government programs, you take what they provide, even if better options may be available, they're generally going for cheaper. You may have to work a job for the insurance to pay for meds. One cannot be foot lose and fancy free with HIV.

This is certainly true. I supplemented porn work with other income such as photo modeling, escorting, and fitness training, which allowed for scheduling flexibility. A unique and shorter-term combination of variables.

Straining against the ropes that bound him, sweat covering his body in a sheen, Milos looked magnificent. I looked and the other two were in a much awe as I, mouths open as they watched him strain and struggle. It was time. We were all so hard, dripping precum and sweating ourselves. I motioned to Toby and we stood at either side at the end of the bed. Together we unclasped his feet ready to grab him should he try anything. But he didn’t. I was only slightly surprised as T makes a whore of every boi when Milos swung his legs up and exposed his hairy, sweet and sweaty cunt for us. I smiled as Toby picked up his baster and wiped it against the hairy, expectant hole. Milos moaned and pushed out his cunt, a dribble of arse juices leaking out. As Michael and I watched, Toby wiped the head of the baster across the hungry hole, just wetting the lips with the barrel of anonymous cum. Milos was far too gone to wonder whose loads were mixed all together. Sure some of Toby’s but also all the seed - chem’d seed as well poz’d seed - that Toby has clearly pulled from his own cunt earlier that day. As we watched, Toby pushed the baster deep into Milos and slowly unloaded some - not all - of the contents. Milos’ eyes widened and as he felt the warm gush of spunk slosh into his insides he moaned with delight. Toby withdrew the baster and handed it to me - without hesitation I licked it clean, savouring the salty taste on the metal as Michael clambered onto the bed between the Greek’s legs and grabbed his ankles. We all laughed as I reworked that famous phrase - Beware Greek’s bearing gifts and said to everyone, “Behold, a Greek loaded with gifts” and then held my breath as Michael gobbed on the head of his cock and running it against the entrance to his hole to wipe up any dna that night have seeped out, pushed against Milos’ hole. He might have been high and hungry but he tried to pull away from the monster that was about to forcefully invade his guts. Michael uncapped the poppers and leaned forward. He fed Milos deep huffs of poppers and then handed me the bottle. Standing behind Toby I pushed my cock between his legs, and fed him some hits before feeding myself. Then as we watched, Michael spread Milos ankles and leaning into him, started to push his hard, beer can thick rod into the tight cunt. There was nowhere for Milos to escape to. As we watched, his eyes widened as he shook his head, screaming into the ball gag. Sweat dripped off Michael’s forehead as he leaned further in, taking the cunt centimetre by centimetre. Pinned down, all Milos could do was try and relax his arse but it was no good. We watched as Michael forced his cock home, burying it deep in the tight gut. Milos’ toes curled and uncurled in the air as he fought to relax and breathe as well as process all the feelings and sensations coursing through his body. I remember the first time Michael fucked me. I too had been tied up on this very bed, and my boyfriend was sitting on my face, smothering me with his sweaty hole which, it became apparent was already loaded with a deposit from Michael’s cock. Now, I’m an experienced bottom - fuck man I’ve taken fists - but taking Michael’s massive member was a whole new level of fucking and I remember feeling like I’d been split open even before a third of his cock was buried in me. But I also remember how it satisfied a deep hunger in me, filling a void that until then had only been satisfied by my boyfriend. I also remember how, once I was almost loosened up I begged Michael to fuck me loose, not take no for an answer and rape me. He did. As I choked on my boyfriend’s dick. And I imagine that was what was going through Milos’ mind right now. The pain. The terror. The pleasure. I wanted to remove his ball gag and hear him beg, but he wasn’t there yet. Not by some time. I looked down again and Michael’s cock was two thirds of the way into the hairy ass. Our bottom boi was whimpering but beginning to growl as well. Michael pulled out and we leaned over to watch the hole wink open and closed, precum leaking out and slipping down the wet crack, greedy for deeper cock. Michael smiled and slid back in as far as he could, burrowing into the gut step by step, planning to place his toxic flag in virgin territory whether the locals wanted it or not. Milos’ six pack was rippling with each fuck, sweat pouring off his body as he took thrust after thrust, his whole body reacting to the invasion. Michael was building up a steady rhythm, five or six long deep strokes before pulling out and ramming all the way in again. He wasn’t so much loosening a hole as punching his way in; forcing his way in deeper with every stroke. And he was clearly turned on because he was pissing precum he was leaking so much. Every time he pulled out precum squelched from the still tight hole, and every so often Toby would lean in and push his tongue into the gash and then return to spit the fluid into my mouth, tangy with the metallic taste of blood. I moaned. “Wreck him, Michael. Wreck his dirty cunt.”

Love liberaTing good boys. It's a fun hobby which gives back to the community

Chapter 13; *ThirsTy for MORE 'G' & Cum* I had now been gang-fucked for nearly 5 hours, and my battered, beaten and bloodied cunT had taken well over 80 HIV+ infecTed loads of cum. And now I was addicTed, because, I wanTed, and NEEDED more of the t☢️xic filTh pumped deep into my guts. After the last guy blasTed his load another went to enter me, but Todd interjected by stepping in, and plugged up my cunT. He unrestrained me; - Get up you nasTy PiG! I hauled myself out of the sling, and I could not hold myself up, my legs were complete jelly. I went to collapse in a heap, but Ian broke my fall. He was holding me from the front of my body, but Todd told him to move around so he was holding me from behind. My Gono-stud who took my virginity, and gave me my first p☣️z load came to the front of me, and started rubbing my distended belly. He continued his rubbing throughout as he spoke, also chuckling in a perverse manner; - Well well well, look at you. Looks like we've made you pregnant. In more ways than one! How does it feel PiG to now be infecTed with; Gonnorhoea, HIV, Hep C, and Syphilis? Fuck YEAH, what a nasTy whore with a beautiful round belly full of lots of new DNA, replicating inside of you, molding you into the perfecT PiG! I whimpered, going into desperate BEGGING mode, which made Todd 's inner deviant become aroused; - I NEED more cum, Sir. - I see. Well, I think your cunT does need a rest. I can arrange for you to take more cum orally, but, it will be a HUGE amounT I would expect you to drink. - I NEED more cum, Sir. - Right, take him back to the stage will you Ian, and lay him on his back, so his legs are dangling off of the edge. - Sure thing Todd buddy. My Gono-stud fetched a large glass from the bar, came to me where I now lay on the stage, made me put my legs in the air and hold my thighs, pulled me right to the edge, unplugged my majorly swollen cunT lips, placed the large glass underneath them, then; - So here comes about 80 HIV+ infecTed loads coming out of your ASS ... Oh yeah, push out that cunT ... Oh YEAH, let that sperm out of there ... There you go, drizzle it out you fucking nasTy whore ... look at you FUCK ... Oh FUCK ... Oh you fucking nasTy whore ... Yeah push it out some more, c'mon ... YEAH that fucking t☢️xic sperm is DEEP in there PiG ... I can see a little cherry in there too, so fucking raw from taking 99 poz Dicks ... The more I kept pushing not only was my poz-cunT drizzling out a HUGE amounT of toxic cum into the large glass 😈 I was also beginning to push out a bit of a rosebud, and I hadn't even taken a fisT ... Yet! - ... YEAH you nasTy fucking whore, it's still coming out, OH FUUUUCK ... keep going-keep going-keep going, push it out ... OH Fuck PiG you are nasTy ... Oh YEAH show us that Rosebud ... FUCK YEAH c'mon ... Look at your fucking cunT it's all fucking swollen ... Show us your cunT, it's still coming out ... You like being a little p☣️z-sluT don't you PiG ... You got MUCH more cum drizzling out now, keep going-keep going ... YEAH push out that cunT you nasTy fucking WHORE! Having made me push out a load of p☣️z cum from my cunT, my Gono-stud made me sit up right where two drinks that the bar-man had brought over were ready for me. The firsT one (cola) went down. Yep, that was the salty tasTe of G alright. And then the obligatory cola chaser. The bar-man had also brought a straw for the large glass of cum. I was now made to get on all fours with my body parallel to the audience. Several guys had gone home, but, the parTy was far from over just yet! My Gono-stud placed the full glass of t☢️xic cum from my cunT under my nose; - You wanted more cum, then here it is. Drink up you nasTy p☣️z-PiG! I took a few hard sucks on the straw, and felt the t☢️xic slime ooze down my throat. It tasted so fucking delicious! From the corner of my eye I again saw standing against the wall, the 'Silent Stranger', back to having a flaccid Dick, albeit a cunT wrecking Monster, which I was now absolutely gagging for it to do just that, wreck my cunT. A very emaciaTed, jaundiced, and gaunt figure got up on the stage and climbed in between my legs. It was Chad. He was not done with me yet. I had already had his potenT DNA injecTed into my system, and also whilst in the sling he gave me his death-seed up my cunT. Frail, yet STILL very much a horny sTud! He took a scalpel from his dollar sock and made two deep incisions in his index and middle fingers, and in my cunT they went ... BLEEDING! As I continued to suck up the t☢️xic cum from my glass of stud-juice Chad began to work his bleeding fingers into my bleeding cunT. He located my prostaTe, and with his expert hands worked over my G spot until I was screaming the place down BEGGING him to fuck me. The stage was soon surrounded with sTuds wanking off as they watched the latest action. He placed the Glans of his deadly Dick on my swollen cunT lips, grabbed hold of my hips, and slid in deep, fucking me slowly. 💀👦

TWF CHAPTER 4 A scream echoed in the room, as Dr. Death rammed his hard dripping cock deep into Scum’s tight ass. Instantly, he began thrusting in and out of his hole. Reaper was standing beside him, slowly stroking his cock. “Infect that bastards hole” Scum’s partner yelled. I watched the ref walk over to Scum’s partner and turn him, then undo his black shorts allowing his cock to flop out. It was one of those uncut cocks that was narrow at the head and then got wider as it got closer to his crotch. The ref pushed him over and the spit on his hand and rubbed it on his hole. He pulled the foreskin back and slid up his ass. “Looks like the ref wants in on the poz action” the announcer said. I was bent over, resting my elbows on the wooden rail as the unknown cock thrust in and out of my hole. I was enjoying the show and the fuck. “Your hole should be down there in the ring” the unknown man fuckin me said. I just nodded. Dr. Death had pulled out, flipped Scum over and quickly moved so that his ass was over Scum’s face and his hands were holding his ankles. pulling his legs back and open as Reaper dropped to his knees as Scum’s ass. Reaper didn’t waste any time slamming his cock deep in Scum’s hole and fucking him hard. Dr. Death’s was now squatting his ass over Scum’s face, rubbing his crack up and down it. “Eat my musky ass and tongue my hole” he demanded. Scum’s partner was bent over, one hand holding a rope as the ref held his hips and fucked him raw. “If those fuckers don’t infect you, you fucking bastard, I will find someone who will” “Sounds like your partner ain’t taking your shit anymore Scum” Dr. Death yelled. My cock was dripping more and more as I watched the men tag them Scum’s hole. The crowd was loving that Scum was getting what he deserved. “Our toxic loads will burn the virus into you” Reaper said. “Viral loads are off the charts” Dr. Death added. The ref had reached up and jammed two fingers into each side of Scum’s partner’s mouth and was stretching it open as he pulled the man head band body back towards him. Dr. Death had jumped up and switched places with Reaper. Scum just held his legs in the air and waited for Dr. Death to ram back into his hole. “He looks as though he has surrounded to his fate” Dan said laughing. Reaper squatted over Scum’s mouth, until his hole was right over it. “Suck it, suck my hole, suck the fucking diseased loads out of my hole” Reaper demanded. My cock throbbed hearing the sucking noises coming from the ring over the PA. It was so fucking hot the even the cock in my hole thickened. Hearing Scum suck out the loads up Reaper’s ass, was sending the man fucking me over the edge. He grabbed my hair with both hands, holding me tight while still ramming his cock in and out of his hole. His balls were still banging against my ass. The ref was fucking Scum’s partner harder and faster. “You want me to breed your hole with my strain” he asked. “Fuck yeah” The ref fucked him harder and faster, until he slammed his cock balls deep into him and injected him with his poz load. Scum was still getting fucked by Dr. Death, who was lightly back handing Scum’s tiny dick and nut sac between his thrusts into his hole. Scum had not let up on sucking Reaper’s hole. “What do you want Scum” Dr. Death asked. Before he could answer, the crowd yelled: “He want’s your AIDS” Dr. Death grabbed Scum’s ankles and began to thrust harder and harder. Until he slammed in and stayed in. “Injecting my AIDS deep into your hole” Dr. Death yelled Reaper stood up and moved to replace Dr. Death at Scum’s hole. He flipped him over onto his stomach and laid down on him, forcing his cock into Scum’s hole and ramming in deep. Scum’s partner had pulled off the ref’s cock and was on his knees sucking it clean, moaning loudly. Dr Death walked over, pulling Scum’s partner off the ref cock and ramming his into his mouth. “Clean his mess” he demanded. Reaper had laid down on top of Scum, thrusting his ass up and down into the air as he worked his cock in and out of his hole. He had put Scum into a sleeper hold and you could see Scum’s body relaxing as he was slowly lost consciousness. Reaper didn’t let up on fucking Scum’s hole as Scum laid there motionless. The man up my hole, thrusted in and exploded inside of me, coating my inside with his toxic load, mixing it with the others that were up there. I was watching Reaper’s ass muscle clinch and release as he pumped in and out of Scum’s hole. Scum was slowly opening his ass as he woke up, you could still see the terror in his eyes as he realized he was in no position to get away for his nightmare. The man up my hole had pulled out and was quickly replaced by another, who started pumping quickly as if he was so close to getting off he was ready to release into a hole. He was jack rabbiting my hole. “Ready for your second toxic seed, Scum?” Reaper asked. Scum lay there silently as if he was contemplating whether to fight or give in. Reaper was now thrusting hard and fast, causing Scum to grunt over and over. I was hypnotized by Reaper’s muscular ass, that i didn’t realize that the man in my own hole had slammed in hard, emptied his balls and had pulled out, only to be replaced by another cock. Reaper had moved so that his hands were on Scum’s shoulder blades, pushing him into the mat and positioning his body in the air, all the while thrusting his cock in and out of Scum’s hole. The ref and Scum’s partner, along with Dr. Death had left the ring and was watching from the outside. Scum’s grunts echoed the room. “Take death’s disease you mother fucking piece of shit” Reaper screamed spitting everywhere as he did. Reaper’s as clinched tight as he slammed into Scum’s ass. I could see in my mind’s eye the toxic load shooting out of his piss slit and deep into Scum’s ass. Reaper’s grunts and moans of pleasure filled the room, even as the crowd cheered. The man in me was steadily fucking my hole. I was really unaware of anything going on to me or around me. I was focused on Reaper’s ass. I didn’t care who fucked me or what Dan was doing. Reaper pulled out of Scum’s ass and grabbed him by the ankles. It was then I saw Scum’s face and he had tears streaming down his check. I don’t think he was sobbing because of what just happened to him, I think he was sobbing because now he had to face the consequences from his own partner and what he did. Reaper went through the rope and pulled Scum out of the ring. Grabbing him by the back of his neck and and the others left the arena. “The sexual tension is high tonight” the announcer said, “We have a new match to announce”

On a recent business trip I was horned up so I checked out Grdr app. I get a message from someone with out much of a profile. "hi daddy" he said. I thought oh this is BS or a bot but I responded "hey". I get several hot xxx photos and the guy says "I need some daddy dick and seed." Well I said "ok come to my hotel room so we fuck and Daddy will seed your hole." He said he is a few miles away and will be over shortly. I'm still thinking "yea right." and give him the room number and hotel. I'm checking out my app and BZ when there is a knock on the door. I open it up to see a sweet 19 year old latin guy. He is smiling and is hard in his shorts. I invite him in and he says he really needs dad to "take care of him" and wants to be fucked bad. He drops down to his knees and begins to suck my cock in my underware getting it all wet. I drop my clothes on the floor and he opens his mouth and takes my cock deep inside. Wow he knows how to suck cock. I bend down and play with his ass running my hand under his shorts. He is up and dropping clothes in a pile. We kiss deeply and he gets on the bed. I'm fingering his hole which is all wet and ready. He must have pre-lubed! I shove my hard dick in his hole and begin to pump away. His hole grips my cock so good. Every time I am thrusting he is using his ass muscles. This guy knows how to fuck! I am pounding away and he keeps moaning "yes dad" "fuck my hole. seed me dad" One more deep thrust and cum shoots out of my balls and deep inside his hole. I roll off of him and we talk. He tells me he lives close to the hotel and loves daddies. He works as a server in a diner and has odd hours. He had just gotten off when he saw me online and wanted to get fucked. We kiss more and he sucks me hard again. I slide back inside and fuck him again. He was in the hotel with me for a couple hours and we fucked and fucked. I shot 4 loads in him. The last one was he on top of me bouncing up and down on my dick as he was J/O and he shot his load all over my chest etc and as I felt his ass clench, I shot up inside him. We exchanged numbers and I have seen him a couple more times since then. The last business trip I missed him because he was stuck at work. I hope our schedules match up again because I want that hole again and again. He assured me I would get it again!

Chapter 11; *Gono Stud starts the HIV conversion* As we rocked together he spoke in a quiet, controlled, and authoritative tone; - That's your cunt's virginity gone then PiG. - Oh Fuck Yeah. Oh Fuck Yeah. You feel so fucking GREAT inside me. Oh Fuck. I NEED your cum! GIVE it to me. - Now LISTEN to me VERY carefully PiG-boi. You are now being fucked by somebody who has AIDS with an extremely high Viral-Load of 6.6 Million copies of the HIV virus. I am HIGHLY infectious. Gonnorhoea which you have seen I have, and many of my friends who are here tonight do too, dramatically increases the risk of HIV transmission to that of a pretty much guaranteed certainty. PLUS, your NEG cunt is already bleeding, and it is only the beginning of the night. The open wounds already inside your beautiful soft velvet boi-cunt that feels so fucking GREAT wrapped tightly around my AIDS Dick will give instant access to your system. If I came inside you now with my nasTy diseased cum, you'd be infecTed immediately for sure with my HIV and Hep C viruses. Is that what you really want you nasty sluT? As he finished speaking he growled into my ear. Was he saying all of this as a last moment warning; That we could stop fucking now if I wanted to? Not at all. He was merely enjoying getting off on his power over me. His diseased Dick was impaled inside of me as deep as it could be, and I now badly wanted his death-seed to infecT me. He knew that! He would NOT be pulling out until he was finished with flooding my NEG guts. His nasty power tripping talk had turned me on so much that it actually took my breath away to the poinT of being forced to take in short breaths and pant shallow grunts out to get any air, so I couldn't even speak a reply. [ Is that what you really want you nasty sluT? ] My fasT evolving inner greedy PiG answered for me, with my cunt muscles involuntarily massaging his HIGHLY charged Death-Dick as I lay into his shoulder, eyes shut, mouth open, groaning, with my Meth/GHB sweat continuing to make my body wet and slippery. - I see. Your cunT had told me all I need to know. You fucking PiG. SPEAK to me you sluT. - Yes Sir. I was so extremely intoxicated on my drug high, being impaled on precum/gono leaking diseased Death-dick, and having my gaunt yellow eyed wasted stud repeatedly grunt as he perversely groped my slippery sweaty torso, hands grabbing and sliding, that a 'Yes Sir' or 'No Sir' was all I could muster at this precise moment. This PiG was deep in his clutches! - Are you ready right now to accept HIV into your system. Once it is there, it's there for life! - Yes Sir. - Fuck YEAH. Good boy ... And you want to go home after this parTy HIV Neg? - No Sir. - Oh FUCK YES! You are such a fucking sluT. You are going to get infecTed right now!! Remain kneeling, and push your arms out in front of you facing down on the stage as far as they will go. With my arms now stretched out in front of me the top of my head was forced into the position of resting in a pool of piss on the stage floor as my Gono-AIDS stud took a firm grip of my hips, and began to assault my cunt with a rough fast fuck. It didn't take long as after a few short minutes I could hear his breathing becoming erratic and feel his grip on my hips become tighter. He took one final hard stroke, a short grunt, tensed up, and fell still and silent. I could actually feel his diseased Dick inside me pulsating. - Fuck YEAH, look at Todd's AIDS anus twitch each time he squirts his deadly-dirTy cum inside that nasty PiG. - Fucking HOT mate! He'll be getting my unmedicated load tonight too, don't you worry. For the first several seconds of his ejaculation, Todd, aka; Gono-stud, was silent, as though he was trying to hold in a noise he didn't want to make, and then out it came. He grunted and growled like a wild beast. Maybe the drugs were playing tricks on my ears, but it didn't sound very human like. Once he was completely spent he told me to come back into the upright kneeling position how I was earlier when we were rocking in unison, to which we now returned, but this time my bleeding cunt was full of t☢️xic and fast replicating virus! 😈 My FIRST ever Fuck, and it was extremely high risk; Firstly, cuts were made earlier around my anus. Then my cunt flesh was brushed with a toothbrush twice until it bled. Several guys dug their sharp jagged fingernails into my cunt flesh. And then Barebacked by an AIDS stud with an Active Gono infection, and a HIV viral load of 6.6 Million copies. Still impaled deep inside of me Todd spoke again in his quiet, controlled, and authoritative tone; - You're a nasTy Whore! Leaning back into his shoulder, groaning, feeling extremely turned on, yet feeling confused I uttered; - I love how your toxic cum burns my cunT, S6AT6A6N. He looked up at the 'Silent Stranger', and chuckled. as though the pair of them knew something that no one else in the room did. - Oh Stevie-boy, what is your altered state making you pick up on hey. I think it is high time you cleaned me up. He finally withdrew his PA pierced Dick which was heavily coated with my NEG cunt blood, and came to join me on the stage. But before he even reached me, there was someone else already fucking me. - Look what you have done to my Dick. It's drenched in your bloody-cunt juice. Lick it up faGGot. I tried my best to lick him clean, but it proved to be difficult as the new guy fucking me was aggressive with my cunT which kept jolting me forwards. After he shot his load I took the opportunity to try and clean up my bloodied mess, and managed to successfully lick my Gono-Stud's Dick for about 10 seconds when once again I was being jolted forwards. Guy number two was also showing no mercy. - Nevermind PiG. Leave that for now. Open your mouth as wide as you can, and look up at me. As I looked up, I was hit in the face by Todd's hot steaming piss. He was aiming for my mouth, and was a pretty good aim, as most of it went into my mouth, and I done my very best to drink as much of it as I could. That is another thing I had never done until tonight; Drink piss! After a few gulps I felt the second guy who had just cum slap my ass cheek, and in went guy number three, who without lube nor pause began to aggressively pound away at my cunT that was on it's way to becoming very sloppy by the end of the night. Three loads of HIV cum buried deep inside ~ Already a VERY good start! 🐷

Regardless of how "hot" you think it is, anyone who deliberately violates the conditions under which their partner agreed to have sex is an asshole and is committing sexual assault. And just because this this is a site for guys who like breeding, doesn't mean that everyone here is only having sex with guys who also like breeding. If a guy tells you he wants you to use a condom and you don't want to use one, be a fucking adult and find someone else to have sex with.

I finally took my first pee load from a stranger and it was amazing. I've been peed on but never peed in, and it's been a major fantasy of mine for as long as I can remember. I've been doing solo WS for years and I took the step of asking my boyfriend to give me a golden shower last year. I've been wringing my own piss into my mouth from my underwear and loving it, but I wanted to take a hot piss load and swallow it. It feels so liberating to be able to say I did it! I can't explain why, but it feels like I've been screaming at the top of my lungs and nobody could hear me. And now I've been heard and my fantasy came true.

Shame your not on here, If you ever plan a holiday in Greece try and come here and we'll fuck around with my PA.

As a practicing Traditional Satanist (NOT laVeyan), I live by my own moral code and that includes the freedom to have bareback sex. We who follow the Left Hand Path know that our spiritual beliefs have nothing to do with HIV.

i want to clarify that i don't want to pretend some sort of moral supeirority here. The question is: "Is stealthing morally okay?" ErosWired commented: "I would like to believe they’re not all sociopaths, but rather, haven’t thought it through, or don’t realize that most of their peers here consider it an especially dick move. I’d like to think that such guys might be willing to rethink their stand on stealthing - and their intent to stealth in future - based on our community discussion here. " i think Eros is right. i confess there have been a few times (three that i can remember) where a guy has offered me his cock through a GH with a condom on it and i have purposely sucked it (something i would never do) just so i could try and bite a hole in the condom. my intent has never been to poz anyone (i'm undetectable). my sole intent was to get his cum inside of me. Even still, i've stopped doing that. i think it's wrong, a violation of his will. Instead, i just tell them i don't do condoms and if they refuse, that's their prerogative. i've decided i'd rather go without than to violate someone else will. It doesn't change me and what i like. i still want every guy to fuck me and inseminate me, but not at the cost of violating His will. And i think that's a good social standard. i don't have a chaser or gifted fetish, but i do understand having fetishes, i've got plenty of them. To me, "morality" draws a line at violating another persons wishes or volition. That can get murky in a world of D/s, but not impossibly so, so that's where i land on this. i love this group and love that we can have these discussions. i don't feel morally superior to anyone.

Great story ! Very hot got a load out of me. Wish I was that high and getting banged for hours ! Someday soon. Terrific job.

Indeed, one cannot. There's a very small percentage of guys doing porn that can do exclusively that and make a livable income. Nearly all of us who thus expose ourselves will also do escorting, gogo, etc. to make it more lucrative. But a day job is necessary because of the random jig aspect of things, and you need the flexibility to be gone for a few days for filming. Working in retail, for example, might not be ideal for a porn star because things are filmed on weekends, and stores are busiest on the weekends. Some examples: Jesse Jackman works in IT. Silver Steele works for an oil rig company (I think). Aleks Buldocek is a social worker. I work for a church - and yes, they know what I used to do. It was a very awkward conversation. It's just a side hustle. But most employers don't need to know about such things.

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love you and i don't think you're naive. i applaud your efforts and, between you and me, i let strangers push their penis into my asshole too.

Words are chosen carefully in legal proceedings. Pay close attention to them. The Declaration called it “the united States of America”. Look it up if you don’t believe me. It became The United States Of America in 1873 when it became a Corporation. There is no such nation as America. America in the rest of the world refers to what we call North, South and Central America. The joke’s on us. Make America Great Again” means Trump plans NO SOUTHERN BORDER. After the inevitable outcry at deportations, US citizens will be issued a Microchip “to prove citizenship”. At that point the illegals will be the only Free Americans in the USA!!!

fiber, fiber, fiber. (nerdy nurse here, certified through Cornell University on reversing and managing disease through diet) Enough soluble fiber can increase the "slick" coating that one might think of as "ass cum." What it is is fiber that becomes gelatinous when mixed with water in the body. It's also good for blocking/buffering absorption of sugar (which is why it's better to eat an apple that has fiber, vs drinking apple juice). Insoluable fiber adds bulk and helps with clean out as well as helping keep ones colon cleaner. Fiber is indigestible by our body, but it feeds our gut bacterial microbiome, it's vitially important to good health and, for aforementioned reasons, can reduce the need or extent when it comes to clean out.

Out last night, wedding reception in knutsford. Rang my pakistani cab driver to take me home. He was so horny, this guy is about 24, tall, great build and hairy except for his cock which is a great size. Anyway, he came in my house, i sucked him for a while and thid time I managed to get a rim in. He fucked me good, had a shower and left. Couple of hours later, he rings back and asks if its ok if his friend can call round? A 40 year old chubby but sexy pakistani called, also a taxi driver, did not want sucking, did not speak, just fucked me, dumped his load and groaned and left. About an hour ago, got a whatsapp from another regular driver on his way to work, i know this bloke, so i left door off, he came in chatted, this guy kisses too whilst fucking me, left a good amount of cum to add to the other two asian loads. He had coffee, chstted, kissed me and left, he is about 30, 4 kids, tall, and beautiful. I have a soft spot for him tbh. I wonder if they chat about me, 3 in one night too.

chicago here @ steamworks party.... layed back on my back, legs spread jerking showing my cock n hole off. Black mature man stops in, leaves door open, fucks my ass and breeds it, leaves me with a creampie..... I can feel it running down my ass. Next guy was in love with the cum, leaking from my hole, fucks my ass and gives me another load and leaves. 3rd guy stopped by and asked how loads in that sweet pussy.... I said just 2, he ate my ass out while also fingering my hole. got up to 4 fingers in there and poppered me up and eventually had me shoot from all the ass play, licked that up... I went home after that, firgured I had my share...lol

Foster and I worked in a manufacturing warehouse which meant that we were normal blue-collar men compared to the geek in the front office and especialy the little quiff who also worked there. I had a slight edge over Foster in masculinity. Our boss was a jovial bisexual balding chubby bi Top with thinning hair, glasses similar to mine, beard and dressed in suits made for active wear. We had swapped spit in the past while getting our rocks off in bottoms a few times. I myself was a forty-two year old large six and a half foot-tall man weighing about two hundred with brown hair in a ponytail, long sideburns, glasses, the dirt and axle grease under my nails was as black as my glasses frames, good body hair, over seven inches cut, and size 13 feet. Foster was in his late twenties, an inch under six feet, slender, long blond hair, no glasses, sparse body hair, five inches and was average in other ways. He was actually more a convenient receptacle to get my rocks off in than a friend although I treated him like a friend. Before getting infected two years earlier I had pumped a numerous loads up his ass and down his throat as well as had him rim me and orally service my sweaty feet after work a few times a month. We stopped having sex when I caught the bug because we didnt want to infect him. He respected me for that because I respected his desire to stay negative. He subsequently did suck my cock and lick my feet after work since we'd learned that oral sex was considered low risk. His tight ass had been great cunt for my cut dick. Our boss had called us into his office one Friday and told us he was sending us to a convention in a couple of weeks. We had to get haircuts, buy suits and generally 'clean up'. That Saturday we headed to the barber shop to get crewcuts, bought the suits and their accessories and I began growing a good beard. Cleaning my nails was a hassle due to my work on trucks and machinery so a few days before we were to leave I clipped them to the quick. Foster worked a less intensive job so keeping his clean was alot easier. We looked good all dressed up and our boss said he was proud of us. He even gave us the pleasure of taking the train instead of having to jam into an airliner for the five hundred mile trip. We'd had our relationship problems in the past and always made-up. Convention time found us on good terms. The train trip was twelve hours of relaxation followed by a van picking us up at the station with a stop at the airport to pick up the others headed to the convention. One man complained of a sore back after his six hours on the plane. We checked into the big chain hotel and then had supper in the hall where the convention would take place the next day. We circulated with the others after eating and then went to our room and went to bed. We were assigned to a room that had just one double bed. That night Foster asked to lick my feet even though they werent sweaty. We started things off by stripping each other followed by some hugging and french kissing on the bed, then he went to work sucking my toes and licking my big size-13s as my dick hardened. Half an hour later he was done. I was laying on my back on the bed and he straddled my legs and began sucking my cock. Fifteen minutes later I got my rocks off in his mouth as he sucked my load out of my cock and swallowed it. He then sucked off of my cock and kissed it and my balls. "You always make me feel good. I'm glad we're together in this room." I said as he finished kissing my balls. "Man you always taste good!" he gushed and came up to kiss me. I let him and we went to sleep. The warm weather enabled us to sleep nude and without so much as a sheet over us. If we got cold during the night all we'd need to do is snuggle-up together. The convention was to be a two day affair of seminars, lectures, taking copious notes, accumulating pamphlets and other materials and a plethora of other things. We did learn a number of things related to our jobs at the plant and went to bed that second of three nights tired but happy. That night we went right to sleep without any sex but that was rectified when I woke up with a hardon at four in the morning. I was still laying on my back but Foster was laying on his side with his back to me. I had wanted to fuck his ass after the two years without my piece of it. I also wanted to enjoy that extra good orgasm I got when I pumped my pozz jizz up a neg ass. I also figured that knocking Foster up would add yet another layer of ejaculatory joy to the fuck. I got up and got my tube of lube out of my kit bag and returned to bed. We had gone to bed nude as we had the night before which eliminated the need to pull his shorts down like I had to do with another guy a few years before. I lay on my back and greased up my still hard dick with just enough lube to facilitate entry and then rolled over onto my side behind Foster into the spooning position. I put my dick to his ass crack and ran my dickhead up and down it until I found his hole which seemed to tighten alittle when I put a little pressure to it. He was still asleep but awoke a moment later when I shoved my meat up him. His ass was nice and tight which made my dick feel good as soon as I entered him. "Ouch!" he yelped as my meat barrelled up his ass and I held his crotch to keep him from evading his obligation to me. "Just take it. I need to fuck you." I replied. "But the virus. You want to infect me?" he whined. "You know that now." I said as I finished hilting myself in him and held him in the spooning position as he struggled. "Calm down. If I can live with it you can, besides you're still more or less my bitch so just enjoy my stud service." I snapped back and began fucking him, holding his hips in my big callused hands as I began taking what would be my most enjoyable piece of his ass. He started sobbing and telling me about how a friend of his died just a few years after getting the bug. I ignored his plea and replied about how good my dick felt fucking ass, especially neg ass, especially when I ejaculated in a defenseless hole. "So a piece of ass is more important than a decade of friendship?" he whined. I replied, "Fuck, we'll still be friends after I infect you. As a matter of fact we'll be closer because I'll be fucking you in your ass like I did before I caught it." and increased my pace, fucking his ass faster but without the full strokes I preferred. I figured that keeping my prick deeper on my out stroke would reduce his chance of evading his obligation by pulling his hole off of it and trying to prevent me from reentering him. I then fucked him even faster, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass. Fortunately the hotel was a high quality building with good soundproofing between rooms so any noise or screams wouldnt carry into ajacent rooms. My dick was feeling good as I neared my climax and he endured my thrusts in him. My dick felt better and better as I got closer to pumping my virus-carrying cum up his ass. "One more time, please dont cum in me. I beg you." he pleaded as I ignored it and kept fucking him, even faster. In the heat of passion I coldly replied, "Sorry Foster, my sexual pleasure is what's important right now." He burst into tears knowing his negative days would be history in just another minute. I felt like a powerful hero conquering another loser, the power of my loins driving my love-weapon in the love-tunnel of my quasi-friend who had chosen to be versatile instead of a Top. I got my urge and let my hips take over as they jack-hammered my dick in his ass. My cum welled-up from my balls which I could feel contract as I got ready to shoot my deadly load into my nemesis. My dick then built up its orgasm and exploded in an utmost fantastic feeling really great orgasm as I hilted myself. My prick pulsed with maximum pleasure as I pumped half a dozen spurts of HIV-laden cum into his ass, then I resumed fucking to pump the rest of it into him and force it into his anal walls with my repeated thrusts. My dick felt fantastically good as I kept thrusting for a couple of minutes which prolonged my ejaculatory pleasure as well as further forced more virus from my sperms into his bloodstream. I threw my head back in victory, my glasses almost coming off but they stayed on, as I repeatedly slammed my dick home in him. I hadnt felt this good in over a decade when I helped ten fellow men gangbang a little poof, a fucking good time full of the team spirit, friendship, male bonding and camaraderie being an active part of a winning team of manly studly heroes conquering a loser. I finally rested, still holding Foster's hips, keeping my dick hilted in his now sore ass. I didnt have my thick dirty nails to help hold him in place but my callused work-hardened strong hands gripped his hips the way John's did when he fucked less than willing assholes. "Be glad you're getting knocked up by a man instead of some little fairy like that one in the front office." I told him. I thrust from time to time and we went back to sleep as Foster's sobbing feeling sorry for himself faded. We awoke at about six in the morning. I felt refreshed and satiated and knew Foster wasnt happy knowing his life would change for the worse. I would have liked him to suck my dick clean but his foul mood canceled that part of his obligation to me so I had to take a shower to wash my dick and crotch. "Did you enjoy pumping your AIDS into me, Jim?" Foster asked as we headed to breakfast. "I sure did. That's the best my dick ever felt in you. I still feel good." I replied. "So you get off on infecting guys then?" he whined. "Look, Foster, You will find out just how good your dick will feel when you knock someone up. You'll feel like the most powerful conquering heroic masculine stud on earth when you fuck a negative guy and pump your charged gonads into his defenseless ass and take your pleasure infecting him." I told him. He said he'd find out for himself. The second day was more like the first with more lectures, hands-on exhibits and demonstrations. That night I told him I was going to fuck his ass again. He resigned himself because he knew that my virus had started circulating in his system. He sucked my dick hard and took his position on his stomach as ordered while I greased up. I spat on his hole, mounted him and shoved my dick up his ass. It was a good fuck as I rode his ass to my second victory in as many nights. I piston-thrust in him feeling good and came in him, my penis pulsing with as much pleasure as before while I pumped my second installment of virus up his receptive ass as I had the night before. After I finally finished thrusting I fell asleep on his back with my dick still hilted in his ass. I awoke a couple of hours later. This time when I rolled off him and lay on my back beside him he respectfully sucked my dick clean like old times and kissed it and my balls. My manly ego felt good, having screwed a punk who knew his position relative to mine and honored and respected my superiority over him. During the convention we happened to meet a few gay and bi men, some poz, some neg. The convention was held over a third day and our boss told us to stay and attend it. We were invited to a pozzing party the last night and attended. One of the two neg holes was similar to the little poof in the front office at the plant, the other was a loser who had been his boss' bitch until he crossed his boss. The neg. men all went first and then the punks sucked the mens' dicks clean and felched the neg loads out of each other and swallowed it all. I then mounted and stuck my dick up one and Foster entered the other asshole. We fucked them side by side, my thrusts harder and more powerful than his. The men cheered us studs as we took our pieces of bug-chaser ass. I pounded my punk into the mattress and had a really nice feeling orgasm pumping my pozz jizz up his ass. Foster then came, feeling just as good, feeling like a man instead of the piece of pussy he usually was under us men. "Man that sure feels good!" he gushed as he finished ejaculating in the punk under him. "Now you know how good I felt fucking you and why I enjoyed pozzing you." I replied as men congratulated us on our studmanship. We yanked out of the assholes, dismounted and hugged and kissed the next two poz men who mounted up and added their virus to ours in the assholes. They in turn hugged and kissed the next men in line after nutting in the assholes. The fucks became staggered as some men took longer than others to get their rocks off in the assholes. After the last man finished nutting we men lined up and the punks sucked our dicks clean and kissed them. Unlike what they did after the neg. men nutted in them, they didnt felch our loads out of each other, preferring to leave our virus-carrying semen inside their worn asses. Foster and I got dressed and returned to our room where we stripped, I fucked his mouth and gave him a drink of my warm beer on tap before we took a shower together. We went to bed with him sucking my cock. Our boss was happy with what we brought back from the convention and gave us a bonus. Foster caught the "AIDS flu" a couple of weeks later and tested positive. "So you knocked-up Foster. Congratulations my fellow stud." my boss said a few days later. I admitted my conquest and my boss hugged me, saying he was glad to have a good virile masculine stud working for him. I had anticipated the worst so I was pleasantly surprised when he showed his pleasure about my conquest. Our boss wasnt anywhere near friendly to Foster, referring to him as a bug-chasing piece of cunt behind his back and saying if he was poz he would fuck him. Foster was allowed to keep his job and went on meds similar to the regimen I was on. The neg men who had fucked him had to fuck the nerd in the front office until Mikey and David came off vacation. The poof in the front office was still neg and getting fucked by the nerd and some of the other men. After the nerd got a new job in another city and found a new boyfriend I would later catch that pretty-boy fairy he used to fuck and work with in a seldom-used warehouse at the back of the plant grounds, seduce him, and convert him by having a nice piece of his ass. Foster would also have his pieces of the poof and fuck his ass and mouth several times.