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Chapter 26 We checked into the hotel and made our way to the room which was a mini suite with a pull out bed. This way I could justify having Brandon staying in my room. "I'm not sure HR would approve but I hope you don't mind sharing a bed with me," I said pulling him into my arms and giving him a kiss. "Oh yeah that definitely works for me." "Okay let's go get some dinner then I'd like to run through the presentation a few times before tomorrow. When that's all over we can totally relax and really start enjoying ourselves." He started grinning. "Now don't get me wrong, we'll still need to go to some of the presentations and try to learn some stuff but that's also where we're apt to meet some horny guys." I winked at him and gave him another kiss. Everything went great Monday and by the afternoon all the pressure was off and I could finally breathe. As we were packing up our stuff Brandon leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Don't look now Scotty but I think you've got a fan." He motioned with his head to a guy standing off to the side. "Yeah I don't think so. He probably just wants to talk about the presentation." "No way man, I was watching him on and off while you were talking, the guy couldn't keep his eyes off you." "Well I was the only one up front speaking so I'd kind of expect that." "Well, I could be wrong but I don't think so." I chuckled and walked over to grab my bag, when I turned back around the guy was making his way over to us. "Hi, Scotty right," he asked as he reached out to shake my hand. "I'm Joey, I just wanted to thank you for your presentation, it was really good. In fact I was hoping that maybe you'd be interested in getting together to discuss some of your concepts." I winked at Brandon to tell him 'see told you so' when Joey went and put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. I could hear Brandon to the side of me trying really hard not to laugh. "Sure that sounds good. We're here all week." "Great, I'll look for you at the welcome reception this evening." He removed his hand, winked at me and walked out of the room. "You were saying Scotty?" "Okay wipe that smirk off your face. I think I like you better when you're blushing." He playfully punched my shoulder and said, "but you have to admit the guy's cute." "Oh I'd definitely gift his ass! Now come on! Let's get this stuff back to our room so we can start mingling at the reception." We spent an hour getting ourselves cleaned out inside and out then headed down to the meet and greet event. Now I hate these things. I'm not overly shy but but I'm not exactly mister outgoing either. It's one thing when I'm in a gay bar hunting for my next hole but work things ugh I hate them. But Brandon, well damn, that boy was really coming into his own. It so didn't hurt that he was so hot. I had to keep reminding myself he was only nineteen. When Brandon started working for me he grew an extremely hot nicely trimmed beard, which made him look even older than he already did. And damn can I tell you that thing feels amazing when he eats me out, I'm just saying. I was busy talking shop with a woman from another company while Brandon slipped over to the bar to get us drinks. He came back just as we were finishing up. "Here, you looked like you could use this, he said handing me my rum and coke "Yes thank you, and your drinking?" "Just a coke dad," he smirked. We made our way around the room making small talk here and there. I was on my second drink when this hot younger guy approached us. "Hi, hope I'm not interrupting I just wanted to tell you I was in your session this afternoon and got some great ideas, so thanks." "You're welcome. I'm glad you found it helpful. This is my colleague Brandon," I said turning so they could shake hands. "Hi, I'm Mike. Damn you're cute I love guys with beards. Oh fuck sorry. I umm, get a little flirty when I've had too much to drink." Brandon still had hold of his hand. He leaned in and whispered in his ear, "imagine how it'd feel on your pussy when I eat you out." Mike's eyes went wide and he just stared at Brandon. "If you don't believe me just ask Scotty here." He turned to me with hunger in his eyes. I smiled at him and nodded yes. "Umm, you guys are partners?" "Not really, he's my boss and loves to fuck me on his desk whenever I've been naughty." "Brandon," I said with shock. I playfully slapped him on the arm. "I promise you Mike, Brandon and I have a very professional relationship at work but outside of work that's a totally different story." "So, are you two still on the clock?" He looked like he was ready to rip our clothes off right there. I put my hand on his back and pushed him towards the exit. As we got off the elevator I noticed Brandon had his hand down the back of Mike's pants. Once in the room we stripped him and backed him up until he ran into the bed. With one little push he fell on his back and Brandon immediately dove for his hole. He shoved his tongue all the way in causing Mike to moan out loud. "Feels good huh," I asked as I climbed on the bed to feed him my cock. Brandon continued rimming him for about ten minutes when he pulled out of his crotch, looked up at me and grinned. "Damn Mike your pussy tastes amazing. You ready for me to fuck you?" I removed my dick from his mouth so he could speak. "Yes please fuck me." Brandon started to enter him when he said, "wait, you're not wearing a condom. You have to put on a condom man." "Damn Mike we don't ever use rubbers. If you want us to fuck you it has to be skin on skin," I said while playing with his nipples. Brandon still had the head of his dick in his hole and was slowly pushing in. "I can't, my husband and I only play safe. Please, put a condom on." Brandon yanked his dick out causing Mike to groan. "Sorry man, you heard the boss. No condoms ever!" Mike whimpered as he moved his fingers down and started to play with his hole. "Have you ever had a raw cock inside you before Mike?" I asked. "No never." "But you want to, don't you?" "I umm, ahh." "It's okay to admit what you want." Brandon removed Mike's fingers, replaced them with his and continued to work over his hole. Mike instinctively brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. "What do you want to do Mike?" "Will you promise to pull out and not cum in me?" "Sorry Mike, no can do. Cum should never be wasted. If we fuck you, our seed goes in all the way." He whimpered again. "Are you clean?" "Well we took showers before." "No, no sorry I mean what's your status?" I motioned to Brandon to remove his clothes so Mike could see his tats. Mike caught his breath when he's saw the biohaz symbol on his hip. "Oh fuck you're poz." "Yep we both are." "Please put a condom on. I want you to fuck me so bad but I don't want to get sick." "Sorry Mike we can't. It's rude to the virus not to share it with others. And besides Mike, you may be saying no but your dick seems to be saying something totally different." He looked down and noticed his cock was rock hard and leaking like crazy. "Okay boy, time to make a decision. We're horny as fuck and if you're not going to accept your fate then you need to leave so we can find someone who wants our precious gift." He hesitated for a few moments and I was done. I started to get off the bed when he softly said, "do it." "I'm sorry boy I didn't quite hear you there." "Please don't make me leave, I want you to fuck me." "You going to stop bitching about condoms?" "Yes sir. No condoms." With that Brandon shoved his dick inside so fast I almost missed it. He just grinned at me. "Didn't want to give the little tease another chance to change his mind." "Won't change mind, ohh god it feels so good." "Yeah you slut. You like that raw poz cock in your cunt don't you?" "Holy shit so much better. So much, ahh, better." "What would your husband say if he knew you had a poz dick inside your pussy without a condom?" "Ahh, umm, don't care, please don't stop." Brandon started to speed up and I could tell he was close. "You ready to become a pozzed up slut?" "Yes god damn it, yes!" He screamed out as Brandon unloaded deep inside him. "How you feeling slut?" "More, I need more!" We switched places and Brandon stuck his dick in Mike's mouth while I took my turn on his cunt. Brandon had done a good job with tearing him up as I could see pink cum oozing from his hole. "Damn son, looks like you're a bleeder. That'll definitely make this easier for us. You're not on PrEP are you?" He mumbled something but we couldn't make it out with his mouth full. Brandon pulled out and Mike said, "damn that tastes good. Umm no not on PrEP didn't think we needed to since we always use condoms." "You ever using them again?" "No, oh my god no! I had no clue how much better raw was." "You ready for another load of toxic cum you fucking slut?" "Yes! Do it knock my faggot cunt up." I slammed in all the way, my dick exploding a huge load into him. I slowly pulled out and after he cleaned me off we all collapsed on the bed together. "Wow, okay I certainly didn't have that planned for this trip." I could hear Brandon chuckling. "I mean I was definitely getting laid, I just didn't expect it to be raw with two hot poz guys." "You and your hubby have an open relationship?" "Yep but we have our safe only rule, or we did anyway." He smiled and got off the bed to find his clothes. "That was really amazing guys, thanks for pushing me. I hope we can do that again before the conference is over." Brandon and I looked at each other, both grinned and shook our heads yes. After he left Brandon asked me, "think he's going to wake up in the morning full of regret?" "It's either that or he'll be back knocking on our door begging for more poz loads." "Well that was definitely a positive start to my first business trip." We kissed climbed into bed and called it a night.

Chapter 25 Brandon started working half days for me right away and it was amazing how seamlessly he fit in. Shelly, my old assistant was kind enough to agree to stick around for a couple weeks to train him so that was one less thing I had to worry about. We spent his first two weeks prepping for a big conference coming up where I would be presenting during one of the breakout sessions. The meetings started on a Monday and went through Thursday. I originally hadn't planned on taking Brandon with me since he was so new but by the start of his third week I'd changed my mind. Wednesday morning he stuck his head into my office. "Hey Scotty, you have a second?" "Hi Brandon, yeah come on in, what's up?" "I just received a call from our travel agency asking for my info to book my flight arrangements for next week. I told them there must be some confusion since the only one going was you but they insisted I was misinformed." "Oh man, sorry Brandon. I meant to tell you first thing this morning but got distracted. I've decided to have you come with me to the conference." "Fuck me, oh shit, I mean really." His face turned bright red. "Sorry about that Scotty." "You are so damn cute when you get embarrassed. Don't worry about it, you've definitely heard worse coming from my mouth, but yes I'm taking you with me. You've been a great help this week in getting the presentation ready to go and I think this will be a good experience for you. I had planned on taking Shelly with me anyway and since you're my assistant now it only make sense that you come with me." He had a big smile on his face. "Thank you! If anyone told me where my life would be headed I never would've believed it. I figured I'd end up working at some fast food place for the rest of my life." He started tearing up, "thank you," he quickly hugged me then turned to leave. I'll call the travel agent back and tell them they were indeed correct." I received a call from the doc on Saturday night and could hear a panicked Brandon in the background. "Hey Scotty, I know you mean well taking my nephew with you tomorrow but he's a fucking bundle of nerves right now, and I totally blame you." I chuckled, "put him on the phone." "Hello," Brandon said shyly. "Hey kid, what seems to be the problem? Your uncle tells me you're really nervous about the flight tomorrow." He sighed deeply, "I told him not to call you." "Breathe Brandon, he cares about you and is concerned at the moment. Do you not want to go?" "No, oh my god I mean yes, I mean I want to go. I really want to go." "Okay so what's stressing you out?" "I've never been to any important conference before so I'm not sure what to wear or really what I'm supposed to do." I could tell he was starting to spiral again. "Damn Brandon, why didn't you say something yesterday at work?" "I didn't think about it until I started packing and by then I was in full on panic mode." "Okay it's my fault I should have prepped you earlier but I was doing my own stressing. Sorry about that." "You're stressed?" "I have to present in front of a couple hundred people, so yes that stresses me out." "Oh wow." I chuckled again, "trust me Brandon you're not alone when it comes to freaking out. This is just a normal conference, nothing special. As for what to wear, it's business casual so what you wear to work is fine, just bring a pair of not so tight pants to wear for the day I have to present. I don't want to look over at you and get distracted." Now it was his turn to laugh. "I'm totally overreacting aren't I?" "It's understandable. Just relax and enjoy the week. Our part is on the first day of the conference, then we get to just kick back and enjoy ourselves and of course knock up a few guys." "Seriously," he asked. "Oh hell yeah! That's half the fun of going to conferences, hotel sex with random strangers." "Damn, okay now I'm really excited. Thanks Scotty, sorry I had a meltdown." "No problem, just relax and I'll see you tomorrow." I received a text from doc almost immediately. 'Thank you! Crisis averted.' I met Brandon at the airport in the morning looking much more relaxed than he'd sounded yesterday. When he saw me he shook his head in embarrassment and just smiled. "Well you look very relaxed this morning." "Yeah, well after we hungup last night uncle Pete fucked the stress right out of me and gave me a couple of loads." He grinned and sat down beside me. "Ahh that explains it." My best friend Kevin had told us about this hot flight attendant he'd recently knocked up so we were secretly hoping we'd have the same luck but of course our flight was very hetero. I think Brandon was a little disappointed but if this conference was anything like the others I'd attended there would be no end of horny guys away from home to play with and share our toxic cum.

My stories are completely fiction for the purpose of sexual fantasy only. In the real world, consent is important to us all. Mutual consent is the key to getting laid, and it keeps us out of jail. I wish I had more time to write porn. It usually requires a nothing-planned weekend and 6 hours at my computer with a rainstorm keeping me inside. I have other hot stories on this site that get me creaming my shorts in no time. The Broken Jock, The Broken Jock II: The Third Baseman, and How to Get Your Poz Cock into Lyle Cranston's Speedos. All my stories feature various returning characters to help keep character development from getting too much in the way of the action (why we're here). My first story, the Broken Jock actually began with the first few chapters in the "Bareback Stories" forum, but... I eventually got poz tops bare fucking my neg protagonist, and so the rest of my stories are here in the "Bug Chasing and Gift-Giving Section" where they fit in very well. Enjoy this new installment. The Broken Jock III: The Left Fielder This is Clyde, John’s husband. It’s springtime and I’m at the bar for a season opener party for the hot gay softball team my partner John and I are on the war path for pozzing up. Last season, John and I were useful in double poz fucking Adam the short stop, and I’m pretty sure that John and I pozzed up that beautiful ass on Tom the third baseman, especially after he returned to our doorstep, wet and cold from a rainy SantaCon, for a repeat bare fuck from us in December. A group of us poz breeders, my partner John, Leon, anon online tops Poz9In and Coach4Jox have zeroed in on this team that seems ripe for the picking—for bareback fucking… and pozzing. They have some fresh new players this season and the group of us have been waiting for today to start our plan. Coach4Jox has his eye on a 21-year-old twink, Caleb, who seems to be playing a lot at left field according to what Leon has reported to the guild. He’s blond, slim with powerful legs from running a lot, and a small bubble butt that Coach says he wants to pop. He said that he has done his research and knows for sure that the kid is neg. I didn’t ask. At the request of Coach4Jox, we are all currently buying shots for Caleb so that he can be buzzed enough to be walked home by one or two of us on the guild. So far, Caleb has accepted all offers, and Coach looks delighted at his prospects of getting his bare poz cock up in that cute butt later tonight. I, on the other hand, have my eye on the new catcher, Evan. A stocky ginger boy, 23, with green eyes, strawberries and cream skin and coppery hair parted on the side. Like Tom, his white softball pants were tight and showed off his muscular butt. Even at 68, my poz cock drips just thinking about that neg hole on Evan. I know he’s neg because I found his profile on the safe-only hook up site after searching for hours. I practically creamed my bike shorts on Sunday morning when I found it, and knew I had to pursue this one. Not all of the guild of poz breeders was present for the team’s first fundraiser of the year, but we have all secretly tasked ourselves with pozzing up the team this year, hopefully without the coach or the team catching on too quickly. Adam and Tom are keeping quiet, and Adam, now Leon’s boy, is helping us lure his teammates when we demand it. At the end of the beer bust, Adam is tasked with offering Coach for a walk home for the very drunk Caleb—creating the very dream scenario Coach had wanted for stealth pozzing Adam. Evan was bought some stiff drinks by me, and he nodded a cheers to me in thanks before drinking it down. He approached me only on the third drink to say hello and thanks. I told him that I always buy drinks for beautiful boys, and he smiled and blushed. I laughed. When he recovered, he kissed me on the lips and turned back to his teammates to participate in a loud team cheer. As the fundraiser was ending, Adam did his job of offering Coach to walk Caleb home and, surprisingly, he did the same for me and Evan. Evan chatted with me for as I watched Coach leave with young and very inebriated left fielder. Evan kissed me and said, “Thanks for the offer—Clyde was it?—but my boyfriend is coming over to take me home.” “Damn! Really?” I said putting on an evil smile. “You mean I’m not going to get to shove my cock up that amazing ass tonight?” I teased him. He blushed again and grabbed a napkin and pen from the bar. EVAN 555-9033. “Text me next weekend, okay. Maybe we can do that then. My boyfriend and I are open but we have some rules for being safe.” I nodded and smiled, hiding my disappointment, but not my hardon which was blatantly stretching down my left calf under my khakis. “Sounds good.” “He’s here.” He got his cap and a bag of softball gear and turned back to me. “Till then.” “Bye, Evan.” I watched as his white cloth-clad but moved to the door. Next week I will get up that. ———- My hardon was now calling for a replacement ass and I remembered that Coach and Caleb were on their way to the boy’s place. I texted Coach to let me tag along. ME: I’ll fuck him after you if you want. I’d like to pound your toxic seed in good with my big cock.” I knew that would get Coach on board. COACH4JOX: Fuck yeah! We’re only a block away on Dougherty Street. Come catch up and then follow behind us. I quickly walked out of the club and made my way to Dougherty. When I turned the corner, Coach was helping Caleb up off the sidewalk. He was wasted. Coach turned and saw me, and motioned with his head to follow them. It took us about 10 minutes to get to the kid’s apartment. After opening the building’s front gate, the twink bounded up the stairs. Coach held the gate open for me and we both got in the small entry way and walked up to find Caleb’s apartment door wide open. The boy was already passed out on the bed, face down when we closed the apartment door. Coach and I celebrated with a sigh. I got out the fresh bottle of poppers from my front pocket that had been meant for Evan, as Coach started unbuckling Caleb’s softball pants and pulling them down. “I like to just take off their pants… and shoes, of course,” Coach said. I went down to the youth’s feet and pulled off his cleats. When Coach got Caleb’s pants off we stood up at the end of the bed admiring the boy’s smooth, white, jock-strapped butt. A minute later I snapped out of my trance and stripped out of my clothes. Coach eventually saw me totally nude, get onto the bed to handle Caleb’s ass. I was leaking precum already as I opened up the kid’s cheeks to show Coach his prize. He was happy to see a smooth pink pucker—as was I. The Coach looked away to undress, and, as the dirty old man I am, I took that opportunity to touch Caleb’s hole with my finger. Caleb moaned. Damn fine, I though to myself. I quickly used my finger and took a large gob of precum mid-drip from my hard poz cock and fingered it shallowly into the pink hole before Coach would notice. This was not my conquest, but I wanted my poz sperm in there first. Caleb moaned ask I slicked his hole up. I then took my other hand and moved the crotch of his white jock down so that I could get in more. With two fingers, I pushed in two fingers and let a large drop of precum fall from my cock right into the kid’s opened hole before Coach could catch what I was doing to his boy. When he did turn around, he got between the boys legs and pushed them wide apart. I went to the head of the bed to offer the boy my cock to suck on. Groggily, Caleb opened his mouth and suckled on the head of my large cock. Feeling the kid’s tongue work my piss slit, I rolled my eyes back at Coach and pushed out more precum for the boy to take in, now from this end. He liked it and sucked more of my cock into his mouth. “Damn nice, boy!” I said. Coach’s cock was hard and ready to plunge into the boy’s butt, but I figured some popper’s would help get the boy loosened up more. “Put some lube on your cock while I popper him up for you.” I opened up the brown bottle and put it under Caleb’s nostril. “Breathe in, Caleb.” My cock was still halfway lodged in his mouth when he inhaled his first hit. I pulled my cock out to help the kid get a bigger hit. “Good boy!” I gave him 3 hits in each nostril and the kid was flying and I nodded to Coach, “He fucking ready for it.” Coach pushed his bare cock up to Caleb’s hole and breached it almost immediately (with my precum work ahead of time). Caleb cried out and I shushed him, and gave him my cock to suck on again. The boy sucked my cock perfectly. I started to fuck Caleb’s throat he was getting me so worked up. Meanwhile, Coach was barebacking the left fielder’s hole very hard and he was getting close fast. Stealthers like coach probably have to be fast, I thought to myself. “I’m going to charge up this hole, boy,” Coach said to the boy. Caleb made a guttural noise around my pistoning rod in his throat. “Fucking sweet ass on you.” “Are you cumming?” I asked, my cock throbbing in Caleb’s mouth with the mention of it. “Tell me when you shoot. Don’t pull out, just tell me when you are loading the boy up.” Caleb tried to say something then, but I rammed my cock into his throat to quiet him. “Let us men have you, Caleb. Surrender that sweet hole.” I started face fucking the boy again and Coach kept rabbit fucking his hole. “AWWW. I’m cumming!” Coach announced to me. “Fuuuuck! Fucking loading up this neg hole right now! AH! AH! AAAH!” Coach pushed his cock up Caleb’s butt as hard as he could while ejaculating into it. “That’s right. Charge up that hole, Coach,” I encouraged. Coach took a minute to recover and then pulled out. It was my turn. I wanted Caleb’s hole now, and pulled out the kid’s mouth to get at the foot of the bed. Coach took up the poppers and made the kid take more hits on it, while I pushed in my large old man’s pop cock into the hot jock’s tiny neg bubble butt. My cock felt wet and warm in the boy’s open and freshly seeded hole. I wanted Coach’s poz sperm to be battered in to the boy’s rectum, so I fucked him hard. Coach was happy to see me work at that. Caleb was squirming as I changed angles on him as I fucked him. After 10 minutes of boyhole abuse, I was ready to give the kid my poz seed. So, I just long-dicked Caleb as he sucked Coach’s cock. I started to feel my cum working up to my shaft and I told Coach that I was close. “Fucking add your toxic load to mine. Let’s own this boy.” As I rutted Caleb’s hole to climax, I saw that he had passed out. Coach just watched as I took the kid’s hole fully with my hard cock. “I’d like to see Poz9In take Caleb’s hole sometime,” Coach offered. “I bet that’d be hot to watch.” “Fuck yeah. But we’re gonna poz him first,” I replied. As Coach luridly spoke some more, I imagined Caleb playing left field, catching fly balls, and bending over to catch a grounder… that did it. As I imagined the uniformed Caleb bending over in left field, I exploded and flooded his tight neg hole with my own poz splooge. These power shots of poz sperm that were saved up for seven days in anticipation of pozzing Evan’s butt. Instead, they went into his teammate’s unprotected butt instead. As I shot into Caleb’s hole, I thought about how I wanted the cute outfielder knocked up with my strain, not Coach’s. I am selfish like that. I won’t get them all, no. But I want as many players on the team as I can get to be knocked up by me this season. “I’m fucking loading his hole up now, Coach,” I informed. “Fuck yeah that’s so hot!” We dressed in the apartment as Caleb snoozed away with his legs still spread apart, we both admired his hole. It looked red and open. It would’ve been hot to see our semen leaking out from the left fielder’s butt hole, but Coach and I both knew that we wanted our loads deep inside the boy. And so that’s where they stayed. We let ourselves out into the cool evening air. Now I was thinking about Evan. Before heading home, I’ll go to the sex shop to buy a new bottle of poppers. And over the week, save up another large load just for him.

Chapter 8 Over the next few weeks I hooked up with Charlie and the twins whenever possible. I was growing attached to Charlie and Hunter. Jeff was fun but there was just something about the other two that really drew me to them. Not to mention Jeff was getting pretty serious with this guy he was seeing. He'd never give me a straight answer as to whether his new guy knew what a bug chasing whore he was. I was on the second to last flight of my current rotation. We were currently headed to the west coast, then tomorrow back home and then I'd be off for three days. As we were closing the plane doors I felt my phone vibrate. I opened the text and got instantly hard. I had a message from Hunter. It was a picture of his recent positive HIV test results. "Hot damn," I said out loud while I shot a quick congrats text back. A passenger sitting in the seat closest to me smiled and said, "good news I hope." I looked down at him and had to catch my breath. Damn how had I missed this guy boarding the plane. He looked tall, had blond hair, green eyes, couple days worth of stubble. He was wearing a tank top so I could see his shoulders and upper arms were covered in tattoos. It looked like he had a few on his smooth chest too. "Umm, yeah, my friend just got some test results back that he's been waiting for." "And from your reaction I take it's what he was hoping for?" "Oh yeah you could say it was a very positive outcome." I winked at the guy, touched his shoulder and went back to work. It was as pretty smooth flight. About halfway through I found myself in my jump seat trying to read an article but constantly looking up to see the hot tattooed guy who happened to be directly in my sightline. He caught me staring a couple times. The next time I looked up at him he smiled and spread his legs giving me a good view up his shorts. Well hello there, I could see the head of his rather long dick inching down his leg. I had to rearrange my growing bulge. He winked and squeezed his cock. A few minutes later he got up and came over to talk to me. He squatted down and said, "so is Seattle your final destination?" "Umm, no, I'm there just over night then fly back in the morning. What about you?" "I live there, I'm on my way home." "Nice, I've always liked Seattle, lots of hot guys there," I said winking at him. "Hmm, I bet you have a boy in every port." "Not really. I like to mix it up, you know spread my seed around to as many guys as possible." "Mmm so you're a slut, nice. I take it from your last comment you bareback?" "Always! You?" "Mostly, but if there's a cute guy I want to fuck and he'll only let me in if I play safe then I'll wear a condom. But that's not to say that the condom might not break." He gave me a wicked look. "I'm pretty big and I tend to be hard on condoms." He smirked as if to say 'whatcha gonna do.' "So, your bud that just got his test results back, HIV? It was my turn to smirk, "yep." "Hot, you have any part in that?" "As a matter of fact I did." "Fuck that so hot. You got any plans tonight? I could use your assistance on a project if you're available." "What type of project?" "A friend of mine is desperate for the bug but I'm only shooting blanks." I gave him a questioning look. "I'm currently undetectable. I went off meds last week but it'll take awhile before I'm toxic like you." "Umm you're a good friend." "How many confirmed sons do you have?" "Four so far but if my buddy Hunter just turned there's a good chance his dad and brother are members now too." "Holy shit you knocked up a father and his sons?" "Yep and his boys are twins." His eyes got wide and I could see his dick was even harder. "Do you know how many gay guys hate you just a little bit right now?" I laughed, "I know right. They're a lot of fun to fuck with. So your friend's okay if it's not you who knocks him up?" "Are you kidding, he's such a slut I'm actually really surprised he's still neg." "Well I'm always up for knocking up a bug chasing whore so sure sign me up. One condition though." He smiled at me, "of course I'll fuck you with my monster dick." I started to protest but he just kept going, "oh please I see the way your staring at my cock. Tell me I'm wrong." I laughed, "yeah okay you're not wrong." We landed awhile later and he was waiting for me in the boarding area when I finally made it off the plane. Damn, if his shorts were any shorter his dick would stick out the bottom. "I imagine you don't have any problems picking up guys especially wearing outfits like this one." "And I imagine you don't have any problems picking up guys being such a hot flight attendant." We both chuckled. "Don't you guys usually all travel to the hotel together?" He asked motioning to the test of the flight crew heading off. "I told them I was meeting a friend in town that I'd Uber over to the hotel later." "Nice, I texted my buddy and told him about you. Here's his response." He showed me his phone and there was a picture of a guy with his legs up in the air showing off his puffy well fucked hole. "Oh damn that's hot. Yep he's definitely not a virgin with a cunt like that. Let's go knock the fucker up." "Sounds good, okay so I've arranged for my friend to pick us up so follow me." We got outside to the pick-up zone and this 6'5" muscle guy got out of a SUV and wrapped his arms around my new friend. Okay this was not what I was expecting. "Hey JB fuck it's good to see you this is, oh fuck I don't even know your name," he said turning to me. I started laughing "yeah we were a little preoccupied. I'm Brody," I said shaking JB's hand, "and you are?" "Cal." We climbed in the SUV and headed into the city. "Okay so I have to say JB you're not exactly what I expected from that pic." "Oh that's not my cunt that's my boy, Paul. He's the slut you're going to be knocking up." "Umm okay," I was confused. "Sorry I don't think I was very clear on the plane." JB and Paul have been together, what five years now?" "No man it's going to be six years next week. My boy Paul has this fetish with poz guys he is absolutely obsessed with getting knocked up but he doesn't know that I know." "Okay I'm sorry what?" I was beginning to think I should've just gone back to the hotel. I wasn't quite sure what exactly I'd gotten myself into. JB chuckled, "sorry I know this is weird but I found all this pozzing porn on his computer and he sort of admitted to Cal how hot he thought big chasers were." Cal took over the story, "so JB and I were talking one day and he mentioned what he'd found and I told him what Paul had confessed to me and well we just came up with the perfect anniversary gift." "You're going to poz your boyfriend for your sixth anniversary?" They both grinned. "Well I'm hoping you'll do the honors. Cal was going to do it but he's only been off meds for a week so we'd have to wait for awhile." "And what about you, am I pozzing your ass too?" "No I'm still on PrEP. I'm not quite ready to convert yet but my boy is and I love the little slut and want to make him happy." "Umm, okay but is he on PrEP?" He got an evil grin on his face. "He thinks he is. I replaced his pills with sugar pills that look really similar and he never really pays attention when I feed him his meds every night so he has no clue." "Fuck you boys are sick twisted motherfuckers, of course I'll help." It took about twenty minutes to get to JB and Paul's house. It was a cute bungalow out in the suburbs. Cal and I stayed in the garage while JB got Paul naked and secured in the sling. About ten minutes later he came and got us and lead down to their basement sex dungeon. Man this place gave Dr. Manning's break room a run for it's money. In the center of the room Paul was blindfolded and locked into their sling. Cal went between his legs and started rimming his ass getting him nice and wet. JB and I got naked and he started sucking my cock to get me hard. After a few minutes JB grabbed a small wire brush and took Cal's place between his boy's legs. As he started to prep his boy's cunt, Paul groaned in pain as the brush did it's damage. "Ouch daddy that hurts. What are you doing?" "Do you trust me boy?" "Yes daddy, of course." "Good boy," JB said continuing to brush Paul's hole, "you're almost ready son. Ahh, I'm so proud of you, just a few more seconds." "Okay, thank you daddy." And here I thought I was hardcore using a plain old toothbrush. When he was satisfied he called me over and got me into position. "Hey baby, I know our anniversary isn't into next week but I got you an early present." With that I slammed my dick in until my balls were bouncing off his ass. He let out a gutteral moan. "Thank you sir, please breed my cunt." I started pounding his ass with no mercy and he just kept begging me to go harder. I'd been fucking for about twenty minutes and had managed to give him one load so far without him realizing. "Hey boy how you doing?" "Feels so good daddy please don't let him stop." I just smiled and kept pounding. "You ready to see your gift baby?" "Oh fuck yes please, just don't stop fucking me." JB removed the blindfold from Paul's face. He kissed him and told him to look at my arm. You could tell the moment he noticed my biohaz tat as his eyes got really big. "How'd you know daddy?" "My boy wasn't very good at clearing his internet history and your uncle Cal may have said a few things to me." "Hope you're not upset with me boy," Cal said. "No sir, thank you sir. But I'm on PrEP so it doesn't matter," he said pouting. "Well boy, you've been taking sugar pills for the last week now and our friend Brody here is very toxic and already given you one load." "Ahh make that two loads," I said as I shot rope after rope of deadly cum deep inside him. "Holy fucking shit are you serious daddy, I'm really getting knocked up?" "Happy anniversary son." "Thank you daddy that's the best gift you could ever give me." I pulled out of his destroyed cunt and fed him my cock, which was covered in the darkest pink cum I'd ever achieved, to clean off. "Give me little while to recover and I'll be sure to give you a few more loads before I leave." I leaned down and gave him a kiss. Cal caught my eye and motioned me over to the fuck bench. "You did good Brody. Thanks for helping my friends out. Now why don't you make yourself comfy on that bench and let me give you my ten inch monster as promised." He shoved in with little warning causing me to cry out, "holy fuck that things huge." "Yeah but you love it stretching out your deased cunt don't you?" "Oh fucking hell yeah." He gave me a little while to get used to his size and after a few minutes I was begging him to fuck me. While he was breeding me I looked over and saw JB lovingly fuck his boy's battered cunt. After he shot his load he took the metal brush to his cunt again to mix in all three loads deep into Paul's DNA. As I fucked my third and fourth loads into Paul I could feel Cal's cum dripping down my leg. The whole time JB was at his boy's head kissing him and telling him how much he loved him. "I'm so proud of you baby for accepting your true self, my little bugged up slut." After four loads I was pretty much spent. We hung out and relaxed for awhile. Paul kept thanking JB over and over again for the best anniversary present ever. Eventually I looked at the clock and saw it was getting late so I said my goodbyes to two very grateful men. Cal was kind enough to give me a ride to my hotel where once checked in I crashed almost immediately. Talk about an amazing day!

I had the most incredible sex last weekend. If it hadn't happened to me, I wouldn't have believed it. I was about to leave work last Friday and decided to check online to see if there was anything worth fucking. I checked the local chat room and found several prospects, one of whom caught my eye. He was my type: mid-40s; 6'3"; 225; ex-football player; hairy chest and butt; 7 inches. He wanted to play and get fucked before his wife and son got home. Only thing was—he didn't have a pic. That usually constitutes an automatic "No No." But I was I was feeling extra horny and decided to swing by. Was I in for a surprise! Contrary to my expectations, he was much better-looking than he'd described—a brick shithouse with a muscular build, furry chest, mustache, and a day's worth of facial growth—a hot looking Daddy to be sure! He answered the door dressed only in shorts and ready to play, escorted me to the couch, got me a beer, and almost tore off my clothes! While he went down on me, I flicked his Nips, and felt my way down to his Shaft—not as long as mine but definitely a Keeper. I reached behind to his hairy Ass. His furry Butt seemed to tremble as I explored his Anus. I lubed a couple of fingers with spit and pushed in to see how receptive he'd be to fucking. The Dude seemed hungry enough. I sunk my fingers in to the knuckle. When he came up for air, I raised his cumly legs to my shoulders, and spit on his Mancunt to make it more hospitable. Just as I was about to take the plunge, he suggested I wear a Condom. Now what's the sense of that? I told him to try and take my Cock first since he hadn't been fucked in ages. I slowly let my bare Cock slide up his Ass, and—Boy—did he wiggle and squirm! I started off slowly to let him get adjusted and hungrier for more. Works every time. Get 'em used to you before you start bruisin' and abusin'. Once he was primed, I went in for the Kill—pounded his Hole like he there was no tomorrow. He loved submitting to a guy bigger than he. You could tell he had been yearning to let his Bottom Side hang out. The closer I got, the more impudent my thrusts, till I blew my Charged Load. The idea of breeding this married Dude on own couch sent me over the edge. He felt me spasm and clenched up to stop me. That never works. He asked me if I'd Cum? "Yes," I nodded. He seemed OK with that, no doubt ASSuming I was NEG. I wrapped my lips around his Rod; and seconds later his hot, creamy Load slid down my throat. We settled back onto the couch with our beers, and he said his son would soon be home. As I dressed, he remarked, crestfallen, that he'd hoped I'd stick around. "Won't that be awkward for your Boy?" "No. I'd like to see you fuck him" I was floored, but the suggestion got me rock hard. In walked the Kid in shorts and tee, sweaty from the gym. At 21, he was drop-dead gorgeous—6', 200, chiseled face and bod, dark hair, and slight body hair. You could tell he shaved more than his face or he'd have been a Man's Man like his Dad. Dad introduced us and called him over. I tried to zip up, but Dad positioned Junior over my Crotch and told him suck my Meat. A little shy at first, he did as he was told. Daddy helped peel off his sweaty underwear. Nice Cock on Junior, too—longer than his Dad's—but not as thick. His Ass was a perfect Bubble Butt, and you could tell one place he didn't shave—thick and furry—like his Old Man. After he'd scarfed Dad's Ass Juices off my Cock (little did he suspect where It'd been a few moments before), Dad turned his progeny around, confronting me with the sweetest "Virgin" Rosebud (any Pussy that is NEG is "Virgin" to me). I'd plied his Mancunt same as I'd done his Dad, but figured I didn't have to beat around the bush, so I went in for the Kill. The Kid was a bit taken aback when I plowed my diseased Shaft up his Ass in one abrading thrust, but Dad had obviously tutored the Boy well and reassured him it was okay. "Just let the Nice Man fuck you, P.J," was his phraseology. I wasn't gonna last long with the Kid, so when I was ready to shoot I gave his Dad a wink and released my POZ Jizm deep inside P.J's NEG Gut. Likewise Daddy shot what may have been the last NEG Load of his Queer Career down Junior's throat. After we finished, we let the Youth sit down, and I went down on him as Daddy jerked him into my waiting mouth. As I dressed I told them what a hot time I'd had and how I'd like to do it again someday soon. Daddy walked me to the door as P.J. sat there fucked and filled and smiling from ear to ear. I gave him my number, and he told me he'd call me the next time wifey was out of town. Glancing at Junior, I replied I'd really like that. What I really meant was, how incredibly hot it would be to POZ both Dad and Son and, indirectly, Mommy, too!

Moderator's Note: This story is a spin off from two previous stories that you can find here and here. Chapter 1 Hi guys, name's Brody. I'm a twenty-eight year old fight attendant. I'm 5'7" have a tight lean body with short red hair, lightly dusted six-pack abs, very hair legs and an average 6" cock. Oh yeah, I recently got knocked up, and yes I chased! I thought my ex was chasing too but turns out he's just asshole fucking wanker who's not worthy of the gift. I met my poz daddy Kevin, on one of my flights. He happened to be seroconverting at the time and well let's just say he was more than happy to help me out. A couple of months after I officially joined team poz I put in for a transfer to be based on the east coast. I had a good friend that worked for the same airline who was looking for a new roommate so I jumped at the opportunity. There were three of us, me my friend James and some woman who worked for a different airline. My first weekend there it was just me and James so we spent the time getting drunk and reconnecting. He's a small guy, a little taller than 5'6" totally smooth, very skinny but extremely strong, which I found out first hand when he pinned me down and rode my hard cock. But I'm getting ahead of myself. He's a couple of years older than me and had a boyfriend for awhile until they decided to open their relationship. Turned out his bf, who was pushing to open things up, really didn't want it but James, who was only going along with it to keep him happy discovered he loved having a different cock inside him every night. I finished unpacking my stuff and had just gotten out of the shower when he walked in to tell me dinner had arrived. I only had a towel wrapped around my waist while I was looking for my shorts. "Damn," he whispered, "you've been working out, you look hot. Fuck me! You have tattoos. When did you get that? Holy shit is that a biohaz tat? Fuck Brody are you poz?" Shit! I thought my head was going to explode. He was right next to me and reached out to touch my tat on my bicep. He started tracing the outline with his finger. "God that is so sexy." he said. I looked down and noticed his shorts were tenting. "You like my tat?" "Are you kidding? I think a bio tat on a guy makes him ten times hotter. I always get hard when I see one." "I noticed," I said grabbing his crotch and squeezing. "Maybe you should get one." "Mmm we'll see." "Please tell me you don't make your tops cover up." "Yeah, usually." "Damn and here I thought you'd become a proper slut." "At least tell me your not on PrEP." "No not yet. Keep meaning to talk to my doc about it but haven't yet." "Mmm good!" He was still tracing my tattoo and I could see a wet spot forming on his shorts. "So let me ask you, why do you let some guys fuck you raw?" "Ahh come on man you know why." He looked at me with guilt in his eyes. "That's what I thought you slut. Nothing feels better than skin on skin, having your top shove his raw dick deep inside your hungry pussy. Filling you up with his speacial cum. So tell me, ever had a poz cock inside you?" He shook his head yes. The wet spot on his shorts was growing. I reached inside and took hold of his leaking dick. Did you make them suit up?" He couldn't look at me, just looked at the floor in shame and shook his head no. "Were they on meds?" "I don't know, I didn't ask." He whispered. "Do you want me to stick my poz dick in your neg pussy?" He was shaking, his fingers still tracing my tat. "You know what you have to do to earn your own tat, slut." I put my hand on his chin and moved his face up so I could kiss him. He melted into me. "Brody, this is so wrong. We can't do this." "What are we doing that's wrong James?" "Fucking raw, your poz I'm neg." "I know, but trust me we can easily fix that problem," I said winking at him. "Tell my why you're really not on PrEP." He whined, "Brody please don't make me do this." "Okay," I said turning away and walking out of my room. I could hear him groan behind me. Damn this was fun. I felt like I had so much power over him. I went into the living room, grabbed a piece of pizza from the box he'd placed on the coffee table and sat down on the couch. I made sure to spread my legs which loosened my towel. "Mmm good choice on the pizza." I took another bite and licked my lips. "Fuck Brody, you're killing me." "I'm sorry James. Do you want me to put some clothes on?" I started to get up. "No!" He said a little too quickly. "What do you want me to do?" I undid my towel and let it drop to the floor. "Oops. My cock was rock hard sticking out proud from my red bush with a drop of precum on the tip. Now it was his turn to lick his lips in hunger. He fell to his knees and stuck his tongue out to taste my precum. He let out a sigh then swallowed my cock whole. "You hungry slut, suck my poz dick, that's it get it nice and wet. Mmm, you're good at that." He looked up at me his face covered in slobber but he was grinning from ear to ear. "You look good on your knees worshipping my cock. Doesn't it feel good to give in to yours primal needs you whore?" "Holy fuck yes! I've wanted you to fuck me for years." "Strip." He didn't even hesitate. I love that moment when a guy realizes their only purpose is to become poz. He bent over the couch, nodded at me then faced forward. The time for teasing was over, there was no way I was going to give him an opportunity to change his mind. I rammed my dick in until my balls bounced off his ass. "Damn James, you have a well seasoned cunt. They was no resistance at all." "Oh my god, fuck me hard. Feels so good." "You like this poz dick deep inside your neg cunt?" He did respond just kept moaning. "I asked you a question boy," I said slapping his ass. "Please don't make me say it Brody." "Say what? That you're a bug chasing whore who's finally admitting to the world that he needs to be pozzed." "Yes." I could hear him start to cry. "It's okay James," I said, never once slowing my assult on his pussy. "I totally understand. I was like you too in the beginning. First time I took what I thought was a toxic load I was scared to death." His whimpers were starting to sound more like moans of pleasure. "The load wasn't really poz?" He asked. "The guy was undetectable but I thought he was toxic. Didn't find that out until a couple of months ago. Turned out my ex didn't really want to convert so he lied to me and told me all the loads I took were toxic when they weren't. Anyway, my point here is that after that first load I couldn't stop thinking about poz cum. I became addicted as I have a feeling you will too." He was full on moaning at this point. "How's my poz cock feeling inside your neg pussy now?" "Fucking amazing! Please don't stop, flood me with your toxic cum." "Good boy. Are you ready for your second load?" "Second?" He asked as he let out a deep moan. "The thing is, ever since I got myself knocked up I've been able to cum multiple times without pulling out from a neg hole, so yep I've already given you one toxic dose and I'm very close to number two." "Fuck! Yes, yes, yes give it to me. Set me free. Please!" With that my dick shot rope after rope of my toxic cum deep inside him. He let out a very satisfied sigh. "That was amazing. Fuck I can't believe I did that. Shit that was, just wow." My dick slowly pulled out of his cunt. "God I can't believe your pussy, it's so wet and sloppy." I knelt down and rubbed my fingers around his puffy hole. I couldn't take it wasn't longer and started licking around his cunt tasting my load and his ass juices. "Damn Brody leave that cum inside me so it can do its job." "What happened to the anxious bottom who didn't want my poz cock anywhere near his neg holes?" "Oh that fucker's left the building. How much time do you need to be ready to go again?" I started laughing, "I knew I had you when you couldn't stop touching my tattoo." "So I take it you're really poz and not on meds?" "Yep and yep." "And you really chased?" "I did and it seemed like you are too?" "Well I'd be lying if I said I didn't get rock hard everytime I see a guy with that tattoo or the scorpion one," he said tracing my tat again. "You're definitely going to need to get one as soon as you're one of us. I fucking love mine. I really wanted one on my lower arm but you know the regs..." "No visible tattoos permitted," we both said at the same time, laughing. He grabbed a piece of cold pizza and suddenly went quiet. "You okay over there?" "Yeah, I just can't believe I did that. If I'm honest with you I've put off my doctor's appointment three times this year. I kept telling myself it was because I was too busy but who am I kidding, I just didn't want to go on PrEP." "Yes, but you were still demanding your top suit up right so you were still protected." "Yeah well I may not have been totally honest with you about how often I insisted on condoms. I didn't want you to know how slutty I really was," he said sheepishly. I laughed, "I knew by your permanently puffed out cunt lips that you were no choir boy. You ever top or mostly just bottom?" "Well with this little thing," he said grabbing his tiny dick, "most guys can't feel me inside them at all and let's face it, I'd much rather have a hard cock buried in my cunt anyway. I'm a total bottom whore, I totally own my place." "I think it's safe to change that to total bottom cum whore soon to be poz cum dump." "Hell yeah! So you ready to give me some more of your toxic cum?" "Neither one of us had to work until tomorrow evening so that gives us plenty of time to work over your cunt and make sure you're good and knocked up." "God, I'm so glad we held off and rented the room to you." "You had other interested parties?" "Some woman that works with Amy," our other roommate. He shivered, "I'm so glad we went with you." "Me too." He stood up, looked at me with hungry eyes and said, "I hope you've had enough time to recharge your batteries because I need your poz dick back inside me." With that he'd pushed me on my back, straddled my hips pinned my arms to the floor and sat down on my hard cock. Damn for such a little guy he was strong. By the time we left for work the next evening I'd managed to dump another six loads deep inside his wrecked pussy. So far I was loving my new assignment.

For me it’s age. I just turned 59 and I’m exploring my bottom/sub side after decades of topping. At 59, I’ve repeatedly been told, you’re too old to be a sub. Leave the younger guys as subs and you go back to topping. Love it ! I define my sexuality and my sexual choices-no one else, ever ! This is an issue not just socially, but employment also. As you get older have you noticed no matter how many interviews you may have job offers dwindle. If you question why you weren’t placed in that position you’ll hear: you aren’t the right fit, we’re not filling the position right now, and my personal favorite, we’re absorbing the position into the department. The real reason your not getting offers is your age. Companies can never tell you it’s because you’re too old, it’s illegal to discriminate against you in employment decisions based on your age. There’s even a nice piece of legislation about this issue. Age Discrimination in Employment Act (ADEA). This is quite honestly the most useless legislation ever enacted. The Reason it’s useless is because it has no teeth. There’s no way to enforce it, for the reasons I mentioned above. When, unlikely as it is, remedy is sanctioned it’s almost never punitive because it’s impossible to prove. I got a little carried away and I apologize for the wordiness. This is an issue that gets to me. I’m now off my soap box ! Thanks for reading.

CHAPTER 10 There was a party happening that night and starting around 8pm. I didn't really have anything better to do so I thought I'd go. Mike said all drinks would be on the house and being with Ricky actually sobered me up a bit so I thought it'd be good fun. I definitely wanted to take it easy this time because I knew what trouble drinking too much got me into last night! We got to the party round 830-9 and like last time, Mike seemed to know everyone, and once again, I felt a little lost. I was up at the bar grabbing another (free) drink when I felt a tap on my shoulder and heard someone whisper in my ear, "Glad to see I didn't take too much out of you today." I turned around & was pleased to see Ricky smiling back at me and gave me a warm hug. "Is this the guy you were filming with today? You were right, he is damn hot." said the guy he was standing with (who actually wasn't too bad either!) "Oh yeah, he's a natural!" Ricky smiled, putting his arm round me. "Though I don't think it was his first time in front of the camera. He's already got an agent, Mike signed him up for the scene!" That kinda threw me, Mike said I'd pestered him to be in a scene.... "Hope I didn't speak out of turn," Ricky apologised. "I really did love doing the scene with you, you just seemed at home in front of the camera and especially with Mike agreeing to the scene for you, I just assumed..." Fuck, Mike had set me up! I was so furious. I stormed off from Ricky and went looking for Mike. I found him shortly after and walked up to him angrily. "Mike, what the fuck man.....you lied to me. I never agreed to do a scene at all, you just said I did!" He smiled back at me, "Man, you were so drunk I could've said this morning that you'd have done anything and you'd have thought it had happened. And anyway, Tyler told me you had a thing for black cock so I thought you'd love it!" Holy fuck, how did he know Tyler? "He's done some scenes for me and mentioned what a great fuck you were so I thought I'd get you out here and film a scene..." Holy fuck, I'd been set up by this prick! "But I figure you can't say anything coz well, we all need to keep this a secret don't we.." I could have thumped him, I DEFINITELY didn't want anything to do with him. As I walked back up to the bar to see if Ricky was still there, a guy came up to me. He introduced himself as Dean from a company called VIP Crew and asked if I wanted to make $100 for being an extra in a scene. They were short a couple of guys and all I had to do was stand up the back and dance. I didn't have anything better to do and wanted to be away from Mike for a while so I agreed. Dean smiled and walked me out to a waiting limo where there were already about a dozen guys in there. There was someone up the front of the limo talking to a handful of guys when Dean made his way to the other group of us as the limo took off. "OK guys, now like I said, all you have to do is dance in the background. You don't have to do any more than that if you don't want to and we sure as hell aren't gonna pay you any more if you decide to do anything else!" and we all had a good laugh. I struck up a conversation with the guys I was next to, both were regular actors that wanted to have a night off but couldn't resist the lure of being paid to have some drinks, dance and watch a live sex show. I quickly agreed that it was a pretty sweet deal! We pulled up at the club and there was a crew waiting out the front of the limo filming us as we left, I quickly made my way in. It was a pretty seedy club but we had it all to ourselves - I guess it was easier to hire it out that way!We were just dancing around in the background as we'd been told, the camera occasionally came over towards us but it was mainly focused on the guys that had been sitting at the front of the bus as they started kissing and peeling each other's clothes off. I had to admit it was pretty hot in every sense of the word in the club. The dancing was making me get a bit hot & watching these guys start kissing & sucking each other was getting to me too. I'd never actually seen it happening in front of me in any sense, whether it be in real life or on screen, but it really was a huge turn-on to watch. I heard an unmistakable sniff next to me and I turned to the guy who's eyes were totally glazed over, "Want some poppers man?" I was too turned on to refuse and took two deep hits. I guess it was a combination of being drunk, horny & high but I felt amazing and I could tell the guy that gave me the poppers was feeling the same. He grabbed my ass in both hands & pulled me in close for a kiss. I had no absolutely no idea who this guy was but we were making out in the club like we'd been lovers for life. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a camera moving it's way towards us but I didn't really care. We broke off and smiled at the camera, when I noticed that two of the "stars" were dancing completely naked and kissing so hot and hard with each other. The camera moved away from us when I took 2 more hits of the poppers and made my way over to them. I just needed to suck cock so bad and theirs looked so beautiful so I knelt in front of the two of them and started licking them up and down. I was looking up at them as I did though they kept looking over to the side (at the director maybe?) but I didn't care, I just wanted their dicks. I could hear the extras yelling out their approval in the background but it was just white noise as I was concentrating on the job at hand, or both hands actually. The two guys peeled off my clothes and before long I was on all fours in this nasty club, getting pounded at one end while I sucked cock at the other. I'm sure the guy that had arrived in Vegas a few short hours ago would've been shocked and appalled at what I was doing but I was loving it all too much to care. It was all a bit of a haze but I'm thinking all of the "stars" had a go at my ass as I kept feeling my ass open for a very short time before there was a new cock in me, and then I'd be sucking a different cock as well. I think by the time they'd all finished inside me (at one end or the other) it must've been around 3am. The director yelled out "That's a wrap" and there was plenty of cheering and I stood up a bit groggily. The director gave me my $100 and said that even though I shouldn't be treated like one of the main actors, I'd be allowed to use the showers with the other guys. They were horrible showers in there and the hot water only lasted a short time. As the cold water hit me I could hear the stars in the other cubicles talking about how it was all so unexpected that I joined in and that there'd have been no way that they'd have done what I did for $100. They were even calling me a "dumb whore" which, combined with the cold water, sobered me up a hell of a lot. What had I done? I'd not really even see these guys' faces and they came in me so many times. Was I really a whore? As I dried myself off, I ordered a cab and then slipped out a side door of the club to make my way back to the hotel room. END OF CHAPTER 10

Chapter 5 Five minutes later I answered the door wearing just a jock strap. Charlie was standing there still talking on the phone. I gave him a look and let him into the room. As has passed by me he touched my biohaz tat with his free hand. He handed me his phone. "My son wants to talk to you." Okay yeah nothing weird about that at all. "Hello," I said into the phone. "Hey, this is Jeff." "Uhh, hi Jeff. Brody here." Seriously what the fuck. "Man when my dad said you were on his flight I couldn't believe it, I was so jealous." "I'm sorry, do I know you?" "No, sorry you must think I'm crazy." "Umm yeah, the thought had crossed my mind." "Dad didn't tell you about the video did he?" I was going to kill James! "Yeah no just the picture." "Do you mind putting me on speaker." I handed the phone back to Charlie and told him his son's request. "Damn dad I can't believe you didn't tell him about the video." "Yeah dad I can't believe you left out that part," I said smirking at him. "Well James said to be really discreet with it so I didn't want you to be mad at him." The video in question was made during one of our really intense sessions where he was begging me to poz his cunt and I was equally as verbal telling him what a fucking bug chasing whore he was, or something like that. I took the video using his phone so I made sure to keep my face out of it but did capture his just to make sure he'd never share it. Yep how'd that work out for me. Charlie had pulled up the clip and showed it to me. It was only a couple minutes long and you could only see my hard dick and my red pubbes pounding the hell out of his cunt. Oh yeah I forgot I made him bled a little that time. The shot pushed up and got a very clear picture of James's face grunting in a mixture of pleasure and pain. As the camera pulled back to my cock it fumbled a bit and while you couldn't see my face it did catch the tat on my arm. "Okay I've never watched that but fuck, I have to admit that was pretty hot. But James is crazy for sharing that video." "Yeah, probably but damn if that hasn't made him extremely popular among our special group." I looked down and Charlie had his hard cock out and was stroking. "Hmm, so safe to say you're not so straight." "Nope 100% gay," he saw the confused look on my face. "It was a marriage of convenience. She continued fucking the guys she wanted and I kept fucking the guys I wanted. Our families were happy and left us alone." "And your boys?" "Drunken night thirty years ago," he chuckled. "I always played safe until several months ago when I was staying with my boys and walked in on them barebacking." "Each other?" I asked suddenly getting even harder. "Yep." "Oh dear god, please tell me you joined in." I could hear his son laughing on the phone. "Did he ever. We had no clue what a perverted twisted slut he was. He didn't even baulk when he saw I was breeding my little brother's cunt." "Well in my defense watching your raw cock go in and out of his hole was so fucking hot, how could I not join in." I was still trying to wrap my head around what the hell was happening in my own hotel room. My fucking wet dream of a man was stroking his hard cock in my room while his son was on the phone telling us about their threesome. If this was a dream, Do Not Wake Me Up! "Dad I can't believe your still talking to me. You should have at least one load of toxic cum deep inside you by now." Damn he was right. I grabbed his shorts and yanked them down, pushed him over the chair and rammed my dick in all the way, my balls bouncing off his ass. He let out a loud moan. "Damn your ass feels amazing on my dick. Here I thought you were such a straight-laced clean-cut guy but underneath your tight uniform you're a nasty fucker." I kept pumping inside him. "What would Mindy think if she saw you taking my dick now?" "Who fucking cares! Oh my god, I have a poz cock in me. Fucking breed my ass, fill me with your toxic cum." I slammed all the way in and blasted my load. I pulled out and he flipped around to clean me off. "Damn that was amazing. I can't believe I finally took a poz load." "Fuck! That was hot dad. I just shot my load listening to you take that poz cock. Damn we should've FaceTimed so I could have watched." We'd forgetten his kid was still on the phone. "Damn I'm calling you back I want to see your cummy hole." Seconds later Charlie's phone notified him of the FaceTime call. "Hey dad, okay now show me your cunt." "Damn you've got a bossy kid," I chuckled. He handed me his phone, laid back on the bed and spread his legs. Oh in case you were wondering he was even hotter with his clothes off. His muscular legs were covered in dark brown hair and his hole, yummy, especially matted down with my cum. "Hey Jeff," I said waving at him, "fuck me! You're as hot as your dad." He blushed. I aimed the phone at his dads ass so he could see how beautiful it looked. I started rubbing my fingers around his hole, pushing my load back inside. He started moaning again. I pulled my cummy fingers from his hole and brought them up to his mouth to clean off. This time the moan was coming from phone. "God dad I'm so jealous of you right now." "So, you fucking slut, just how serious are you about catching the bug?" I asked as I returned my fingers to Charlie's ass, slowly circling his hole. He looked me right in the eye and said, "very serious, I need to be pozzed. It's all I can think about." I handed him back his phone got off the bed and went to my suitcase. I pulled out my lucky pozzing toothbrush and walked back over too him. I waved the toothbrush in front of him, "again I ask, how serious are you?" "Holy shit dad, why the fuck aren't I there man." "Yeah slut you want this brush inside your cunt too huh." "Yes, yes oh my god yes!" "Umm hey guys remember me the neg guy in the room," Charlie said pouting. Jeff and I both started laughing, "sorry dad I'm just so horny I can't help myself. Do it dad!" "You heard my kid, brush that toxic cum into my body. Knock me the fuck up." I stuck the same brush I'd used in my poszing deep into Charlie's ass, moving it around in a circular motion. He flinched a few times as I really went for it. After a few minutes I pulled the toothbrush out and showed it to Jeff first before Charlie saw it. I'd torn him up good, the brush was a beautiful dark pink. I was so horny I didn't even give him a chance to catch his breath before I slammed home and started pounding his ass. In the background I could hear Jeff talking to someone new. "Damn Hunter, hurry up and get in here, dad's about to take his second toxic load, you have to see this." "What the fuck? Who's that breeding dad?" "That's Brody, the poz guy that knocked James up." "Damn I was only gone an hour what the hell happened." All their chattering was staring to distract me so I turned the camera so I could see what was going on. "Hey Brody, this is my little brother Hunter. He's a little late to the party. Keep fucking dad I haven't seen anything this hot in ages." "Little brother my ass. You're only thirty minutes older than me." "Boys, so help me god if you don't shut the fuck up so Brody can concentrate on pozzing my ass we're hanging up." I looked from the screen to Charlie with my mouth wide open. "Twins, your boys are twins?" "You didn't really think I had sex with my wife twice did you?" I looked back at the screen to see the boys looking back at me. Fuck me, twins. They both grinned then started making out. That's all it took to push me over the edge. I shot a huge load into Charlie's wrecked ass. When I finished cumming I collapsed on top of him and gave him a nice wet deep kiss. He's took the phone and told his boy we were going now. "Wait dad, don't go yet. Holy shit that was so hot, are you home tomorrow and if so please tell us your bringing Brody with you because we're next." He chuckled, no our flight tomorrow is to Atlanta and then we're back home the following day. Then I'm off for a few days." "I'm not so lucky," I said, "I'm on duty till Wednesday than off till Monday." "Hmm, what time do you get into Atlanta tomorrow?" The boys asked. "I think we're on the ground around five if all goes well." "We're assuming you'll be doing a repeat of this tomorrow?" Charlie and I looked at each other and grinned. "Yep, so we definitely expect a call so we can watch again." "Goodnight boys." "We're serious dad. You have no idea how hot that was too watch." "I think I have some idea. Bye," he said then disconnected the call. "I am so sorry about that. They're good kids but definitely sick and twisted." "Just like their dad. I can't wait to meet them," I said then continued to kiss him.

Chapter 2 The next couple of weeks flew by. I'd add to James' poz load count as often as possible but with our different schedules that didn't happen as much as either of us would've liked. But he assured me not to worry, he was taking every load he could possibly find, absolutely no questions asked. I loved it when a guy was as slutty as me. I managed to hook up a few times but it definitely wasn't nearly enough. My last several flights had been busts. So by the time I got to the airport today I was horny as fucking hell. I just hoped this flight had more potential than my last one. I don't know what it was about my luck lately but the last couple of flight crews I was assigned too were all women or straight guys with me as the token gay boy. I couldn't even score a bi-curious dude who wanted to"explore" his sexuality. When I checked in I saw that maybe my luck was changing. All three of the flight attendants were men. Me, Steve, who I'd worked with before and knew was definitely gay, and Bob. I'd never met him but was getting the vibe that he may just be up for some fun. He was an older daddy bear, not normally my type but damn when he'd look at me and smiled all I could think about was seeing him naked and doing whatever he said. I caught both guys whispering and looking at me when they didn't think I was watching and as soon as I made eye contact they'd look away. Okay that was strange. I thought I had worked well with Steve, but then again maybe not. We went about our business and pretty soon were underway. We were about an hour into the flight and had a little down time so I was at the back of the plane reading when Bob came up to me. "Easy flight so far." "You better not have just jinked us," I said giving him a smile. He seemed nervous like he wanted to ask me something. "Umm, you, umm, is your roommate's name James?" Ahh, so that's what they'd been talking about. "Yep, it sure is. Have you worked with him?" "Ahh, yep last week." Okay, so for such a hot looking daddy it was comical watching him flounder like this. I would've expected him to be totally dominant. "He ahh, told me about his hot new roommate who was trying to knock him up, if you know what I mean." "Well since I'm the roommate I think it's safe to say I know exactly what you mean." I saw his pants starting to get tight. "Better be careful Bob, wouldn't want you to offend any old ladies or straight guys if they got a look at your growing crotch there." He smiled, "well this wouldn't be the first time. Although, in my experience, I've found the little old ladies usually don't mind at all." I laughed and he continued, "so you see the guy in 14C?" "Oh yeah I noticed that cutie." "He's my boyfriend." "Mmm, lucky you." "I was wondering if you'd want to join us tonight?" "What'd you have in mind Bob?" "I want to watch you impregnate my boy. He's been begging me to open up our relationship for months. James, Steve and I were all at the same hotel bar last week after a flight and your roomie told us in great detail about you fucking him with your poz dick." "And what did you think?" I cautiously asked. He placed my hand on his hard crotch. "What do you think? We took James up to his room and fucked him all night. It was realmy hot." "You or Steve poz?" "No, we're both on PrEP." "Mmm too bad. Your boyfriend on PrEP too?" "Nope, I called him that night and told him to flush his meds down the toilet." "Damn you're a sick fuck. You want to stay neg but you want your boy knocked up." "I told him I'd open the relationship up but he had to go off PrEP and take any load offered regardless of status." "Fuck me! What'd he say?" He pulled out his phone and showed me a video of his boy dumping the blue pills in the toilet and flushing them away. The camera then turned to show his boy's grinning face. Damn now I was hard. "Oh yeah I think we can arrange something as long as you agree to fuck me while I'm fucking your boy." "Deal." We somehow managed to make it through the rest of the flight and were soon watching all the passengers deplane. I was up front when Steve slid up next to me and whispered in my ear, "I haven't taken my PrEP for a week. Think I'm still protected." "Hmm, only one way to find out. Did Bob invite you to join us tonight?" "Yep, you okay with that." "Of course, why fuck one neg unprotected hole when I can fuck two." A couple hours later we found ourselves in Bob's hotel room. The three guys all seemed a little nervous so I took charge. "Okay so I think we're all wearing way to many clothes. Strip! Then anyone not on PrEP get on the bed on all fours, ass towards the door." The boy didn't even hesitate and assumed the position in seconds. He was cute, probably early twenties, pretty smooth, with a beautiful pink hole that was winking at me. I noticed Steve was still standing naked besides Bob. "What are you waiting for Steve. On the bed, show me your neg unprotected cunt." He shrugged his shoulders at Bob and climbed up next to the boy. I turned to Bob and said, "looks like your the only one not ready to embrace their destiny, yet. Eat your boy out, that's the only lube he's getting." I gave Steve's ass a few licks then rubbed my very wet cock head around his hole. I didn't even ask if he was ready just pushed in as far as I could go. "You ready for my poz load?" "Yes! Please knock me up." "Good answer, you really never had a choice once my dick was inside you." It didn't take me long to unload my first load of the night. I looked over and Bob was just staring at me at like a deer caught in headlights. "Don't worry Bob, your boy will get my next load. I can come multiple times in one session. I have enough toxic cum to make sure both these sluts are well on their way to joining the club. I was still hard when I pulled out of Steve so I just pushed Bob out of the way slammed my dick into his boy. I could tell he wasn't as experienced as Steve as his hole was a lot tighter, but we'd fix that soon enough. "Wait, I think I've changed my mind. Please don't cum in my boy. I don't want him to be pozzed." His boy was moaning so loud now, "don't you dare pull out until you've coated my cunt in your poz cum," he screamed out. "Nothing to worry about boy. Once I'm in I never pull out till my toxic babies are doing their job. You promised to fuck me Bob. Man up and stick your dick in me while I pound your boy." Steve got off the bed and moved Steve into position. "Come on Bob, look how hot his dick looks going in and out of your boy. This is exactly what you wanted, now comes on and fuck your boys gifter." That's all it took to get Bob to start fucking me. I did most of the work fucking myself on Bob's dick while pounding away at his boy. Steve climbed under the boy and started sucking him off. He started shooting his load down Steve's throat which caused him to clamp down on my dick sending my load deep inside his cunt and Bob was close behind. When everyone was done cumming we collapsed as one on the bed. "You doing okay there Bob?" I asked. "Honestly not sure. I think I need to gather my thoughts." I took that as my clue to get the fuck out of there. Steve and I both got dressed and excused ourselves as fast as we could. I turned to Steve while were in the elevator. "What about you, any second thoughts?" "Dear god no! That was the best sex I've ever had. Were you serious about being able to come multiple times because I'm going need several more toxic loads from you tonight." "Excellent, my rooms on this floor let's go." I'd given him two more loads and he'd given me one and we were just trying to catch our breath when they was a knock at my door. I'm not shy so I didn't bother putting anything on. I opened the door and Bob's boy was standing there with a hungry look in his eyes. I recognized that look, he'd had his first taste of poz cum and needed more. "Get in here slut. On the bed, legs in the air." I rubbed my cock head around his hole. "What do you want from me boy?" "Your poz cum please!" "What about your Daddy?" "I'm not his boy anymore. He doesn't understand my needs." "And just what do you need?" "To be pozzed!" He screamed. I shoved in and started pounding the hell out of his pussy. It didn't take me long to give him his second toxic load. "Good boy. There's lots of great poz daddies out there that would love to have a boy like you." "Thank you Brody. That was amazing." "You going to be okay kid?" "Me? I'm fantastic. I knew he wasn't right for me but he had such a nice dick I didn't want to give that up, but taking your poz load was like having a switch flipped inside me and there's no going back now." The three of us continued playing late in the night until I finally kicked them out back to Steve's room since I had an early flight in the morning. I didn't get much sleep but woke up extremely satisfied and happy that two more neg guys were on the journey to permanently changing their status.

My Boyfriend, the POZZING Porn Star Chapter 1. My boy and I loved fucking and getting fucked by new guys. We played together and apart, and always with no secrets or going behind each others’ backs. We were both turned on by sharing our extracurricular activities, so no need to hide them from one another, but we remained discrete in public. None of our non-sex friends knew of our exploits. When we played together, we often took snaps or short videos with our phones so we had a spank bank for when apart, or to send to guys on the apps. We were always careful to not show our faces or those of our playmates so we didn’t give too much away. We have a small circle of men that we play with and share. Most of the guys are on PrEP and regularly tested, but sometimes a new guy shows up, status unclear. That’s when my boy gets especially piggy. My boy and I had been to swap parties with a couple of regulars too, and I made sure to keep my eyes open at the gym for well hung guys we should get to know better. A few weeks ago, I was at the gym showering after a workout. A handsome tall black guy came into the stall opposite mine. Without curtains, I watched as he soaped up and started getting hard. He winked at me as he jerked is massive cock. I fisted my own tool and we maintained eye contact as we both got closer to orgasm. I shot first into my hand, lapping up my seed. He loved watching that and shot a HUGE load against the stall tile. I mean, a huge load. It dripped down the walls. I swear I’ve never seen a bigger or more impressive cumshot. We headed to the locker rom and toweled off. His big semi-hard dick was still floppy and beautiful. I asked if he wanted to fool around sometime with me and my boy, and he nodded. I showed him a few pics of me and my boy sharing raw cock. He told me he was POZ and his meds had been wreaking havoc on his system so he’d stopped them a few months ago. I told him that would be fine with me, and that I loved sharing POZ cum with my boy. He asked if we were on PrEP, and I told him yes, but my boy could likely be convinced to stop for a few weeks for a special occasion. I told him my boy would not believe the size of his load. He suggested we all get together that afternoon, and made sure I would be ok with my boy taking his POZ load. We headed to my place in hopes that he’d soon be balls deep in my boy’s raw hole. My boy wasn't home when we got there, and I messaged him telling there was a BIG surprise waiting for him. He told me he was going to be late at work. Our new POZ gym buddy wouldn’t be able to wait around to meet up, but was horny to blow another load. I sucked his cock until he was good and hard. I thought about sitting on his cock, but knew he was too big for me. I’d much rather watching his big raw cock sliding in and out of my boy. Then, I had a really raunchy idea. I got a condom from the bedside table and the guy looked at me in disgust. I told him there was a way for me to get his cum into my boy. His eyebrows raised. I told him I wanted to collect his big toxic load in the rubber, and squeeze it into my boy’s ass. He told me he would if I’d video it. I wholeheartedly agreed and sucked as much of his cock down my throat as I could. When he was getting close, I opened the Magnum and rolled it over his cockhead. It barely covered a third of his massive dick. He shot another huge load, filling the condom with so much seed that the top of his cock disappeared in white cloudy cum. I carefully pulled the condom off him and tongue bathed him. He got dressed and headed out. An hour or so later, my boy came back exhausted. I made him a drink or three and we had a nice warm shower together. I had him change into his favorite jock and we got into bed. He prefers his cock to be off-limits when he’s getting fucked, so got him on his hands and knees and started eating and fingering his hole. I told him about my new gym buddy, and he got super hard, straining the pouch to its limits. I told him that the guy was well hung, toxic, and shot an epic load. I reached into the drawer and carefully pulled out the condom, telling him it would be so hot to see the stud’s massive toxic load inside his gaping hole. My boy moaned into the pillow as I pressed the rubber to my boy’s ass. I told him the guy’s load was so big it would drip down his thighs. He grunted into the mattress while I pushed the reservoir against his crack, forcing cum into him. I told him I’d love to put POZ cum inside him, and my boy growled. I grabbed my phone and started recording a video. I told him I’d love to fuck POZ seed deep into his guts as I emptied that whole fresh load into him. My boy wiggled his butt as I lined up to fuck him. My dick met the inside-out rubber and molded to my dick. I made sure every drop of cum was inside my boy before I ripped it off an rammed my bare cock inside him. I pounded my boy’s juicy cunt until POZ cum was sloshing out around my balls. I asked my boy if he knew why he was so wet. He shook his head. I told him what I’d done and pressed the empty condom into his hand. He looked confused as we never use rubbers. When he realized I was forcing fresh toxic seed into him, he came without even touching himself. His cum soaked through the jock’s pouch and puddled on the mattress. I was still filming. I filled him up with my own cum and we collapsed into a sticky heap until my softening cock plopped out followed my an impressive flow of cum. I smiled into the phone’s camera and stopped recording. I texted the video to the POZ stud and cradled my used up boy as he fell asleep. What I didn’t know was that my new buddy was going to upload it to his website where strangers would see me willingly putting POZ cum inside my boy. I also didn’t know he’d eventually film himself breeding my boy, and sharing my boy’s holes with his friends. To be continued…

I have dreamed of going to any bathhouse since I was old enough to masturbate. I have looked all over the internet since I was eleven and first started to masturbate and have fantasized about what would happen to me when I go there. I am barely legal now and the opportunity has been presented to me. I have a fake ID now that says I'm 21 and my parents felt I was old enough to be by myself for the weekend so now I am ready to finally take the plunge and go to the one bathhouse that I have read was the best one online from all the reviews of their site. I packed up all I thought I would need for the night and got into my car and drove the hour away from my house till I was met with an Iron gate at the entrance to the bathhouse. I grabbed my bag and made my way to the front door of what looked like a huge house that stood three stories tall. I walked in the door shaking with both fear and excitement with what was about to happen. I was met by the man at the window. He asked me if this was my first time here and when I said yes he told me I was lucky that the cover and locker fee was waived tonight for new comers. He asked to see my ID and when he looked at it closely he handed it back to me and pushed the membership form at me and had me fill it out. Once everything was done he handed me a towel, key and a small brown bottle and when I looked confused he told me that they were poppers and when I was having fun to hold the bottle under my nose and breathe in deeply. I thanked him and ,made my way to the locker room to put away my clothes and began my journey into the new world. I put the key around my wrist and the brown bottle in my sock after breaking the seal I put it in my sock and started to explore. I started on the ground floor and saw other guys walking around either naked or wearing tight underwear. I dove deeper into the building and started to go up there stairs to the second floor. I started to hear all sorts of sounds from various rooms of many guys having all sorts of fun and it was making me horned up and super excited. I got allot of looks from guys walking around and got groped and pinched by many of them. I walked by a set of plastic door strips which looked like it led into a pitch black room and there was a symbol of a scorpion above the door. I didn't understand what that meant so I passed it for now. I kept walking and saw a few doors open and looked in and saw some twink being pounded into the bed hard by a rough looking guy. I stopped for a few moments and started to tug on my cock under my towel. I was jealous of the twink and hearing the sounds he made started to make me moan from it. The top heard me and turned his head in my direction and I felt a shock run through my body straight to my cock. The top smiled at me and without missing a beat he mouthed to me "i'll find you for this later." I could feel myself turn bright red and started to scurry on off. I went to the top floor which turned out to be a pretty cool club. The music that was playing through the building was going on up here and I saw through all the lights that there was so much sex going on. Every corner of the club there were orgies and other various fuckings going on and I knew this was going to be a great night. I walked over to an empty couch that I found and decided that this was going to start now. I grabbed the bottle of lube I had and applied a good amount to my hole then remembered the bottle in my sock I grabbed it and then positioned myself on my hands and knees ready to make my fantasy a reality. I took the bottle to my nose and inhaled just like the guy at the front told me and I completely felt myself swimming. I swayed around on the couch unknowing I was being watched and by the time I steadied myself on the couch I wasn't aware that my ass was being stretched and that there was a giant cock being shoved into my ass. I screamed both in surprise and in pain as this massive intruder worked its way up my tight ass. I tried to push back but my intruder held me down onto the couch to keep me in place. The intruder growled at me and just told me to hit the bottle again and enjoy this. I grabbed the bottle again and took another hit off of it and sure enough my body relaxed more to make it easier for the onslaught. I started to moan more in pleasure remembering that this is what I truly wanted and went with it. I moaned more and more from the pleasure and this man pounded me more freely. As he went to town on my ass the sounds made me a center of attention and drew more guys around me. I felt this man's cock get bigger and bigger and I knew what that meant and I was ready to get my first load of the night in hopes more would follow. With one more loud growl this man slammed into me hard and I could feel was a powerful six shots of cum being unloaded into my ass. I felt my balls tighten as well and splattered my load onto the couch and it felt like one of the biggest loads I've ever had. When the mans cock slid out with a pop from my ass I smiled and turned around to see the man responsible for popping my cherry and saw it was the man I saw in the room from earlier. He looked at me and smiled like he did before and brought his lips to my ear and whispered "I told you i'd find you." I was happy to see such a hot stud all sweaty from our fucking. What I saw and was a bit confused about was the scorpion tattoo I saw on his cock but I decided to wait and think more on it later on because my mind was more on the moment and waited for the next cock to fuck me.

Jock strap to walk around in but once the action starts naked. On the beach I ware a Siamese as it shows everything.

I had a 40yo bitch on a hookup site come at me all rude the other day when I sent him a compliment... called me a "troll" among other treats. It hurt, because I'd been careful to abide by the request expressed in his profile. But then I remembered that if he's lucky, he'll live long enough to get the same treatment... and that won't even be very long.

Been turn Down due to my height; race; looking too young thus not masculine enough, for having too big a dick, for not having a big enough dick, for being into fisting. People are weird they get hyper critical for no reason and most of the time end up alone bitching online how it's so hard to hookup.

Their loss for sure. Those same guys who drive away are probably not nearly so picky at the arcade or cruise spot. The photo evaluation and "hotness contest" associated with hook-up sites can be an unpredictable waste of time.

Jockstrap. Keeps the bottom's focus where it should be, on milking that cock. Occasionally I do like to fuck around in athletic gear beyond jocks, such as in singlets or compression shorts, but that's a rarity and usually comes with a jockstrap involved anyway 😜

SHAME that rawrawraw76 never finished the story and it stops on page 7 BUT I THOUGHT IT IS SUCH A HOT STORY - IT SHOULD CUMMM BACK INTO CIRCULATION - WOULD'T YOU ALL AGREE ?!!!

I believe there is a post outlining this however if I recall the procedure is to either: if thefollowers still an active member and they 'pass the touch to you' ie. they provide you with a formal permission to continue the store then the moderator's will allow it usually it would be followto with a public declaration of your having been provided with permission to carry on with the story. in the event that the original author is no longer active then rather than continuing the story in the original post you create a entirely new post so that the post is now under your byline and explain in the introduction that you were inspired by such and such provide a [link to the original story] and who the original author and thank them for their contribution and in the first few paragraphs seguey into your original content and blend them together ... how you achieve this is up to you.

Same experience with a Fbench. I'm there, head down, ass exposed, waiting for cock in my ass. I'm not there to suck someone off or have a proctological exam by your calloused fingers. I'm there to take cock, cum, then the next taker. Ass exposed means fuck it, cum, then let the next top in

Thanks for all the encouragement,I’m going to add more to the story over the next week. Earlier today I was with two guys, Asian top with a great cock, and a twenty something black guy, really nice, with a lean body and a beautiful uncut cock. He wasn’t into getting fucked today which was fine with me.After some time chatting and getting cloudy , we traded blowjobs, then thh hvE black kid started to work my hole with a series of ever bigger dildos. Ie. Asian guy then had me sit on his cock and ride him. After a few hours I left still horny, not wanting to waste the whole day either. So I went to the gym. When I was getting undressed, I realized I still had on my black leather jock. Despite Viagra earlier, my cock was really shrunken and tiny. Just got the attention and a couple of the guys that I suspect or know are gay. I still was determined to get in a workout but I made it fast. I walked around naked in the locker room ostentatiously car pulling in the drive go to my locker again make sure people know it was there. I went into the sauna, and found one very hot guy. We did a little back-and-forth, he moved his hand to my hole. I quickly stood up in a darker corner, turning my ass to him. In no time he was pounding away, and soon gave me me nice load of cum

3. Shay "Fucking take my poz cock," I grunted. I slammed my cock into the man’s body, pressing my balls against his firm ass. A bit more of my pre-cum dripped into his willing, raw hole. "Gonna infect you," I said. His eyes were locked onto my face; he was unable to look away from me. "Please," he grunted, "Breed my hole. Give me your virus." His pupils were wide and he had the glazed over look I associated with a properly tweaked-out fuck hole. But he had said he didn't party and hadn't even taken a hit from my pipe when I offered. He was coated with sweat; I wondered if the fuck had been that intense. I leaned in and whispered into his ear. "You've taken poz loads before?" I asked. His head nodded; I felt the motion more than I saw it. "How many loads have you taken?" "A lot," he whispered. "It feels so good," he started, then lost himself as my cock slid back into him. "So good when you're inside me," he finally finished. "I know. My raw poz cock. Dripping my dirty toxic seed. Right into your hungry, unprotected hole." He nodded again. The bottom relaxed and my dick went deeper into him. His hole was burning hot, like he had a fever. I remembered he had said something about not feeling well earlier. I had been too focused on the glass pipe, and then his mouth on my pipe to really pay attention though. His sweating and glassy look made it clear that he was definitely sick. "Fuck flu?" I asked. "You think you have it?" "Maybe," he said. I slammed my dick into him, trying to get as deep as I could. "I think so." If he was sick, it meant that my cum would do exponentially more damage than I had thought. "I hope so." My virus would slip in to him easily, and his body was going to be receptive to my gift. "When did you last take poz cum?" I asked. I tried to remember his name, but it had slipped behind the cloudy, druggy haze that fogged my mind. "A few days ago," he said. "And been sick since last night." "Who was it?" I asked. "A guy from on-line. His profile said he was poz." "And you let him cum in you?" "Yeah," he said. "Fucking beautiful cock. Big load." "Big poz load," I reminded him. I had also remembered his name. "Plenty of AIDS cum for you, Doug." "I want it, Shay" he said. It was perfect. He was begging me for my toxic seed. There was no need to hide or dissemble. I could go as far as I wanted. Besides, nothing, absolutely nothing, felt as good as a neg hole wrapped around my poz cock. Clean. Healthy. All those polite euphemisms for not being infected felt so far away. I was dirty and diseased, and my partner wanted every drop of it. "Fill me up with your dirty seed," Doug said. It was what I needed to hear from him. What I wanted to do was dirty. It was depraved. But it was so perfectly simple. All I was going to do was cum in Doug's hole. But my semen was special. It was loaded with a virus that could kill, and hopefully, that virus had already started attacking him. "You keep this up, you're not gonna be neg for long." "Poz me up," he grunted. Any remaining doubts about his desires were gone. It was now my responsibility to breed his hole. My cock was throbbing, and I felt the familiar tingle. "Give me your dirty load." "Oh fuck," I grunted. I pulled out, all the way, then slammed back in and held it. "I'm getting close. You want my seed?" "Fucking breed me," he said. "Give me your poz seed." "You want it?" I grunted. "You want my poz cum? You want my disease?" "Please man, infect me," Doug said. "Fill me with your charged up cum." My dick was throbbing and my balls were churning. I wanted to cum in him so badly, but, at the same time, I wanted to prolong the nasty pleasures of pozfucking. "Give me your toxic seed. Your high viral load spooge," he continued, barely able to control his emotions. My dick was twitching. There was nothing so hot as a man who didn't just allow me to enter him without reservation or concern but begged for my disease. Doug had specifically requested no condoms. More than just accepting my infected dick, he welcomed it. He welcomed the virus I carried, and wanted me to inject it deep into his body. It was an exceptional level of acceptance by Doug. I hated rubbers, and only used them when it was necessary. Even then, the two I had in my wallet had several tiny pin pricks in the center. The jabs were just enough to puncture the rubber, and I would inject a small amount of olive oil. The heat from my body and the oil would be just enough to speed along the inevitable break-down of the rubber. For Doug to take all of my deadly manhood and welcome my toxic seed was a gift. It was a gift that I wanted to savor and enjoy. That I was tweaked out was a grace, one more experience that I wasn't sure I deserved. "Please, fuck me with that poz cock," Doug groaned. His eyes were closed, and the expression on his face was almost unreadable. It was simultaneously pain and pleasure; he knew what he was getting himself into by asking for my viral jizz. "Fill me with your poz seed." The sexual animal in him had taken over. All it wanted was pleasure. Doug knew that in order to satiate the hungry wild animal, he was going to have to take a load, and my load was the easiest to get. He was still rightfully terrified by the notion; that he was asking me bluntly and loudly for my virus scared him senseless. I could hear it in his voice. "Make me sick," he said, excited and terrified. He couldn't ignore how his dick had responded; how despite the relentless pounding of my manhood, the intense fever of his incipient fuck-flu, and the aching muscles as the virus invaded him, despite all of that, his cock was now rock-hard. "I'm gonna cum in you," I finally said. "Fuck you up with my poz cum." "Give it to me," Doug begged. I wanted to know what it felt like to cum inside of him. I wanted to fill him with my seed, and make him pregnant with my gift. "Inject your death into me," he said, in a voice I heard so often at the moment of orgasm. It was the voice of desperation, the voice of utter, unfathomable hunger. He needed this load far more than words could express, and that need was the trigger I required to finally give it to him. "You want it? You want my toxic sperm?" He nodded, smiling now, his eyes now open and focusing on the goal so close at hand. "Take it," I said, "Take my toxic load." I slammed my dick into him. The familiar tingle was there. Only a few more strokes, and I would get off. I slammed in and out, repeating and repeating, pushing myself right to the edge. I wondered what Doug would be like on crystal, if the insatiable, poz-hungry man he was could go deeper, further and darker. I imagined him in a sling, hitting the pipe repeated. Under the cloud's deadly influence, he would be muttering "Kill me." The thought of Doug tweaked and twisted was too much; my dick twitched and surged a bit deeper into Doug's hole. "FUCK," I grunted, loudly, and my dick exploded in the older man's hole. "FUCKING," I yelped, as another jet of white-hot toxic cum spurt out of my dick. "POZZING YOU," I grunted as my deadly sperm landed deep in his hole. My dick was a machine gun, and I held down the trigger as my cum sprayed across Doug's gut. "I'm pozzing you," I continued. The pressure in my balls was finally relieved, as another spurt of cum erupted from my thick cock. There was nothing that compared to the underlying feelings. My fat, toxic, unwrapped cock was buried deep in his wet, unprotected, uninfected hole. I was cumming in him and depositing my high viral load semen deep in his hole. It was a beautiful moment, one that reminded me just how proud I was to be a man. Not just a man, but a man able to spread my seed and pass along my special gift. It was what my virus required of me, and I was more than happy to oblige. "You're cumming in me," Doug mumbled. He was jerking his cock, but it was only barely hard. "You're cumming in me. Your poz cum..." He clenched his ass around my shaft, and squeezed out another spurt of hot cum. "Your fucking toxic seed. In my hole." "Take it," I grunted, and shoved my cock back into him. It prompted another jet of deadly spooge into his hole. My balls were starting to drain, but I hardly cared. He was paying me more than enough for the rest of the day, and from his moans alone, much less his begging, he needed plenty of poz sperm. "Fucking take my poz seed," I moaned again and used my semen to shove my dick deeper into Doug. "Give it to me," Doug grunted. "Give me your toxic gift. Infect me with your dirty cum." His eyes were distant; his fever was affecting him and the virus already in his body was infecting his brain. Our actions were being totally drive by the drugs we had both consumed, our unique fetishes and lusts, and the disease ravaging our bodies. The one thing that was not providing any input to our decisions was our brains. Which is why, when the last few drops of cum dripped from my dick, I leaned in and kissed Doug. I don't kiss clients that often; it's an intimacy that I reserve for people that aren't paying me by the hour. But it felt like I had just given Doug a gallon of sperm; he had enough of my DNA inside of him to almost be me. His tongue quickly met mine, and guided me into his mouth. We kissed. As we kissed, my cock dribbled the last dregs of my balls into him. I had seen it drip out before. It was a sickly yellow fluid that even looked toxic. "It's in you," I muttered, between deep strokes of my tongue into his mouth. "My virus is inside you," I said, then kissed him once more, even before he could reply. "I know," he said. "It's in my gut. Deep inside me." He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me against his warm chest. He was wet from sweat, but it felt good against his feverish body. "Too deep to do anything," he continued. "That's where it will do the most good," I said. My dick throbbed at the thought. I had just dumped a load of cum in the man beneath me. It was a thick load of my poz cum, and he had begged me to give it to him. "Fertile fields for my seed," I whispered in his ear, as I rubbed my dick in and out of his hole. He knew I was working my seed into him, forcing it to enter his blood. "Where it can grow," he muttered. "Grow strong and powerful." "Take over your body," I grunted back. My dick was still hard. My balls also surprised me, and few more drops of spooge leaked out. This was the very bottom of the barrel jizz, the worst and nastiest flavor of poisonous cum. "Take over your mind." "Please, work it into me. Make me your child." He milked my shaft and I stroked in and out quickly, working the thick fluids into his body. "Give it to me." I kissed him again. "Breed me until I get it. Once more, I wondered what Doug would be like when he was spun. My dick would be inside of him again, dripping my deadly cum. "Breed me until I die," he would beg. "Fuck yeah," I grunted. My dick dribbled a bit more, but I was spent. "Fucking drained my balls." "Thank-you," he said. We kissed again, this time longer and slower. I had deposited my gift deep in Doug's anus. It was exactly what he had asked for: a hot, thick fluid filled with my virus and my sperm. In the next few minutes would, my sperm would swim deeper into his gut. The unwanted viral interlopers would follow along soon after. The sperm would drill tiny holes into Doug's gut, and the virus would use that to penetrate the blood stream. They would invade, overwhelm, and infect. "Thank you for your poz load," Doug said, almost reading my mind. "Of course," I said, shifting in a futile attempt to keep my now-soft cock buried in his ass. Unfortunately, it was pointless, and with a wet pop, my dick fell out of his hole. "Gonna keep my load up there?" I asked. "Yeah," Doug moaned. "Fuck yeah." He sounded tired, like the entire ordeal had taken something out of him. I had to agree with him; it had been a good workout draining my balls into him. But, I knew the crystal wasn't going to let me take a nap. I sat up next to him, and he lazily pulled a sheet over his body. "You mind if I do another hit?" I asked. I was in for a penny already, time to go in for a pound. "Hit?" he asked. "Oh. From the pipe." "Yeah," I said. He waved his hand. "Oh yeah. Sure." I pulled myself out of the bed, and found my pipe and torch in the galley. I did a hit, then pulled on my underwear and gathered the rest of my clothes. He had sat up a little bit when I entered the stateroom with my clothes. "Dressed already," he asked. "Although, I'm just gonna fall asleep soon." "Yeah," I said. It was a slow dance of parting, not wanting to explicitly say the encounter was over, but also realizing that if I didn't leave soon, I was going to want to fuck him again. I lit the torch and heated the pipe. "It's hot watching you hit that pipe," he said. "You've never done it?" I asked, before putting the pipe to my lips and inhaling. The thick clouds filled my lungs, and then immediately hit my bloodstream. I wanted to share the moment with him. "No. Not yet at least," he said. We were silent as I inhaled, then held the hit. "You like it?" "Hell," I said, then exhaled a thick white cloud. "Yeah," I finished. "Like nothing else. And fucking on it is intense." "One day I'd like to try it," Doug said. "I think it would be fun." "It would be," I said. I did another hit. Even as I put the pipe in my mouth, I knew it was too many. But Doug was staring at me, finding strange pleasure in the entire process of smoking crystal. "Really fun," I said, as I exhaled another thick cloud. Doug was transfixed. "And I can hook you up," I said, pushing it just a bit further. "Cool," Doug said. "That'd be awesome." I put on my shirt. He didn't stop me, but I was no longer worried about what would happen. He had just decided, even if he didn't know yet. He had just decided to partying with me. It might take him a while, but he would think back to this session, remember me, and wonder what it would have been like if we were both partying. I pulled on my shorts. The day was getting warmer, although Doug pulled another blanket over him. "Chill," he said, by way explanation. I smiled. The fuck-fun was wearing off, and the fuck-flu was returning. In addition, I had just turbo-charged Doug's disease with a deep injection of my HIV-infected seed. "Us partying?" I said. "Not awesome. It'll be fucking mind-blowing." I found my socks and put them on. "I can imagine," Doug said. Even in the warmth from the LA sun and the blanket, he still looked cold and sick. My dick twitched. It had contributed a thick load to help destroy Doug's body. Socks on, I stuck the pipe in my mouth once more. "Big hit?" Doug asked. I took a quick glance. The bowl was almost empty. "Maybe," I said. "Almost out." I lit the torch and held it under the bowl. Because there was so little crystal left in the bowl, it heated up quickly, melted and started to smoke. I inhaled deeply, letting it fill my lungs. I paced myself, and quickly smoked the very last of the tina. "Yeah?" Doug asked me. I nodded, then exhaled. It was a good sized hit. I had enough crystal in me to power through a few more hours of fun, and there was plenty of room for more. "Yeah," I finally said. "That's hot," Doug said. "Really hot." "We'll do it soon." "Definitely," Doug said. He looked exhausted. "Um, do you mind, letting yourself out? I'm too tired to get up." "Sure," I said. "There's an envelope for you on the table," he said, as I walked out. I grinned. Did it get any better? I got high, I got my dick sucked, I fucked a hot neg hole, I blasted it with my poz cum, and now I got paid for all of it. I waited until I got halfway down the pier before I opened the envelope. There were six crisp hundred dollar bills in it. My fee, plus a generous tip. I knew exactly what I was going to spend it on. As soon as I had counted the money, I texted my friend Leo. "Hey. You around?" Although, it was more accurate to call Leo my dealer and occasional fuck-buddy, rather than friend. He was furry otter-type, with a thick jewish cock, a warm hole, and some of the best shit in town. I had never known Leo to not be around, so I went ahead and ordered an uber to Leo's place before I heard back. Leo texted back before the Uber arrived. "Of course. Got a friend here playing. Come on over." Five minutes later, I was on my way. "On my way. There in 15." "Sweet. BTW, the boy likes his rubbers. You're gonna have to teach him better." "Sounds like fun. Start giving him another and playing with his butt." There was a longer wait. Three minutes. Then six. We were on the interstate, surprisingly traffic-free. "Done and done," Leo finally texted back. "Almost there," I wrote back. "Tell him I want to give him a booty bump." "He's already asked for one," Leo wrote back. Even though I had just had an amazing fuck, my dick was beginning to stir. The picture that followed, of a young man's ripe ass perfectly framed in a jockstrap, only made the throb worse. Luckily, the driver didn't notice or didn't care. A few minutes later, he dropped me off at Leo's building. "Here," I texted, almost as soon as I rang his doorbell. "Come on up," he said, and the door buzzed. It was a quick ride up the elevator, and Leo's door was just barely ajar. I stepped in; the curtains were drawn, and the hallway dim. I closed the door, locking it to ensure we had no unwanted guests. There was a slight haze in the air; the party had already started. "In the bedroom," Leo called out. "I know," I replied, as I kicked off my shoes, and shed my shirt. I brought my bag with me into the bedroom; it had a glass pipe that needed filling. The bedroom was just as dim as the hallway; the curtains were drawn even tighter, blocking out all of the late morning sun. There was a single lamp by the bedside; the bulb was tinted a washed-out red. It wasn't too bright, but it was more than enough to illuminate the ass of Leo's new friend. "You like?" Leo asked, as he pulled the young man's cheeks apart, exposing his tender young hole. "Hell yeah," I said. I reached down and stuck my hand in my shorts. It had been just long enough that my dick was stirring again. "So, Shay, this is James. James, meet Shay." Leo's hand had been on James's back, but he let it slide off and James stood up to face me. He was short and muscular, with a bit of hair on his chest, and the start of a beard. In the red light, his blue eyes had an almost angelic quality to it. He still had on the black jock strap, but I could tell it hid a nice-sized dick. Once we got him tweaked out, I hoped it would shrink into a useless boy-clit. My own dick stiffen at the possibility. "Hi," I said, unsure if I was supposed to shake his hand or pound his hole. "James here has been begging for a booty bump," Leo said. He turned back to James. "Haven't you?" James nodded enthusiastically. "I've got it right here," Leo said, turning his attention back to me. He had the booty bump already prepared. He had used a lube shot, rather than the standard needless rig. "Get him ready in all the important ways," Leo said. "Fuck yeah," James said. "Get on the bed," I said, motioning for him to get back on all fours. I wanted to see that perfect young ass once more. I could hardly wait to get my poz dick deep inside of James. The young man obliged, and jumped onto the bed. He took a second, and got himself aligned, his ass right at the edge of the bed, right at cock-height for me. I unbuttoned my shorts, and let them fall, pushing down my underwear at the same time. James was looking back, staring at my erect cock. "Fuck, this is going to be fun," I said. I lined up the lube shooter with James's hole. While I had been in the Uber, Leo had been playing with the boy's ass. James was open enough that it was easy to slip the length of the tube into James. "You want it?" Leo asked. "Last chance to do the right thing." "Fuck that," James said. "Give it to me." "You got it," I said, and pressed down on the plunger while slowly pulling it out of his ass. I was able to spread the crystal and lube all over his ass, and yet, made sure that not a single drop was wasted. "How does it feel, bro?" Leo asked. "Good," James said. "Warm. Wet." "You feeling that tina burn yet?" I asked. "Not yet," James replied. I let my dick rest in the crack between his ass cheeks. There was a bit of fuzz there, a sign that the boy was maturing into a man. "I bet you need a hit," Leo said to me. "Hell yeah," I said. Leo quickly produced a glass pipe, filled generously with crystal, and a pipe. I took it, and in short order, blew three thick clouds. "Fuck, that's good," I said. "I'll make sure you're well-provisioned," Leo said. "And you boy? How's it feeling?" "It's starting to hit," James said. "It's intense." His voice was heavily controlled as he struggled to maintain his composure. A bit longer, and he'd have no option but to give himself completely over to the drugs. "Fuck, that feels," he started to grunted. He rubbed his ass up against my cock, but was starting to lose words. "You want it?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "But..." he started and trailed off. "But?" I asked, lining up my cock head with his hole, then just teasing it for a second. "Can you, well, you know. Use a rubber?" Fear had brought him back to reality. The question was dumb, but I didn't mind. He was young, and probably didn't know any better. No one parties and plays safe. It's all about barebacking. And if he was afraid of barebacking and afraid of getting something, that meant he was most definitely negative. "No," I said. "I really don't think I can." "What? Why?" "Well, you see, my seed is unique. It carries my very special gift, and I need to share it with you." I pressed my dick gently against his hole. He didn't pull back from my dick immediately; if anything he pushed against it slightly. He wanted to stay healthy, but he needed, more than anything, to get fucked. Do you..." he started, than trailed off. He knew he had ask the question, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to hear the answer. The tina was starting to hit him, and it was increasingly hard for him to remember the right answer to the questions. He wasn't thinking with his head any longer, and instead was thinking with his ass. It suited me perfectly. "Do I what?" I asked. It was time to throw him off-course. It didn't matter what he thought of my answers. I was going to fuck him raw, and breed his hole. "Do you have. you know. AIDS? Because. Well. I don't want to get sick. You know. Get the virus." "I know. That's important. You need to keep yourself healthy. And I don't want to give you a disease." I continued to rub my dickhead against his hole. He was still pressing back. "But you still need to get fucked, don't you?" "Yeah," he said. He pressed back against me, and for a second, I thought my dick was going to pop into him. But he held back, and teased my cock with the promise of so much more. "You need a dick in you, don't you?" "Yeah, but I'm afr...," he started. I cut him off before James went any further, rubbing my dickhead against his hole. "Focus on the pleasure," I said, feeling the shiver run across his body. I wanted my dick inside of the young man. I wanted to feel that shiver of pleasure from the inside. "But," he started again. I motioned to Leo, who was standing by with the pipe. Before James could complete his objection, the glass stem was back in his mouth, and he was staring at the torch warming up the bowl. "Don't worry about things you can't control," I said. "Just focus on what feels good. What you can enjoy." I watched him inhale the thick white cloud. "Do a good hit for me," I continued. "That's awesome," Leo said. "Now hold it," he continued as he handed me the pipe. I sucked down on it slowly, enjoying the slight chemical taste of the smoke. "That's good," Leo said. "It's just today. It's just one guy. He was holding James's hand, comforting the boy as he struggled with the drugs in his lungs, and the poz cock at the entrance to his hole. Leo was almost as good as I was at persuading the reluctant. It was about normalizing it and not making a big deal. Making it seem like the natural thing to do. "Exhale," I said, knowing James needed the oxygen. "Feel good?" I asked James as he exhaled the thick cloud. He nodded. "What are you thinking about?" "Fuck," he moaned. His voice was a bit distant. Between the booty bump and the hits he had done, he was now officially tweaked. "Thinking about your cock. Rubbing up against my hole." "He wants you to get inside him," Leo said. "Yeah," I said. "I want to be in you. Nothing between us. Fucking like men are supposed to fuck." "Yeah," James said, "Just." He was about to say something. "Leo, what do you think?" I asked, carefully cutting James off before he could say anything. "You should take it. It's an amazing cock," Leo said. It was true and accurate. He continued. "You can always ask him to pull out," Leo said. "I'm sure he would listen to your request." True, but not quite accurate. James only thought he had a choice. No matter what, he was going to get bred this morning. "There's so little danger. It's just a fuck. And you know you want it." "Let me fuck you," I whispered into his ear. My dick was pressed against his hole, waiting to slide in. "It'll feel amazing." "Fuck, I want you. Fuck me," James said. He arched his back, and with silent pop, my dickhead penetrated James. "That's damn amazing," I said. "My dick. Your hole." I pressed in a bit further, feeling how warm and alive the boy was. It was going to be fun to help corrupt him. "It feels amazing," James said. "But. Just don't cum in me? You got that?" he asked. "I hear you," I said. I carefully didn't want to commit to something my cock wasn't going to be able to uphold. Already, I could feel the pre-cum dripping into him. It was just as toxic as my load. "Good," James said. "Just don't cum in me. I don't want to get sick," he mumbled. I pressed another inch of my cock into him. "Or die," he gasped as my cock buried itself deeper in his raw hole. "I don't want to make you sick. I just want to have a good time, I said. I was almost entirely in him. Only a last raw inch. "You understand?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "I want a good time too. Make you happy." "Best way to make me happy is get me off," I said. "I know. I want to make you happy. Just don't cum in me," he said, one last time. "I want to do a hit, ok boy?" He nodded. Leo caught my eye. "Yeah," I said, and he stuck the stem in my mouth. He heated up the bowl and I inhaled. "I want you to forget everything," Leo whispered to me as I inhaled. "Forget rules. Forget promises. Forget logic." I continued to inhale. "The only thing you should remember is pleasure. Remember only how good your dick feels. Remember only how much you love orgasm." Even though I had been high for a few hours, each hit was still pushing me to new heights. It was going to be amazing, getting to fuck James. I nodded, and Leo took the pipe away. This time, instead of giving it to James, he took it and inhaled. My cock slid in the rest of the way, fully holstered in James's hot hole. The young man was impaled on my dick, and it was time for me to fuck him like he deserved. In front of me, Leo exhaled his hit. "Fuck him up good," he said. "He needs it." It didn't matter if Leo was talking about drugs, virus, or sex. Today, James was going to get all three of them. I pulled out, leaving just my dickhead in James's hole. "FUCK," I grunted, and pushed back in. The young man accepted me into his body, and was practically milking my cock, trying to extract my load. James might have said one thing, but his actions revealed his true desires. He needed dick. He needed cum. Most of all, he needed the virus. "Oh damn, your hole," I grunted, as I found my pace. "So fucking nice." James just grunted with each of my strokes. The booty bump was hitting him full-on, not to mention getting fucked. It was all so completely overwhelming that he couldn't do much else than moan in pleasure. "Oh fuck," he repeated, a mantra repeated for sustenance and comfort, not a phrase carrying any import. Together, we got lost in our individual pleasure. My dick was in his raw ass and his ass was my very own condom. It wasn't long before the drips of pre-cum turned into a steady drizzle, going directly into his hole. He was just high enough to notice the change, but not smart enough to know what had caused it. "Feels good," he grunted. "Your dick. In me." "I know," I said. Leo leaned in and kissed me. His lips were bitter, chemical-tasting and salty. I recognized the taste immediately; it was the taste of crystal. I licked his lips, then stuck my tongue back in his mouth. He touched his finger to his lip. A white dust stuck to them. "Gave you a little extra there," he said. He kissed me again, and the crystal taste was prominent on his lips. I licked them all over again, then continued to kiss him. "Giving James a little extra too," I said. "Dripping into him right now." "He needs it," Leo said. "He needs a lot," I replied, slamming my cock into James's hole. My balls slapped against his thighs. "Don't you, boy?" I said, louder. "Fuck, man. I need your dick," James said, between my thrusts as I'd stab my dick deep into his ass. I thrust it in deep, then carefully flipped the boy over. It took a bit of work, but James understood the importance of keeping my cock in him for as long as possible. Soon enough, I had him on his back and his calves were resting on my shoulders. He was looking at me, looking at Leo, looking at our bodies. His eyes were darting around, as he tried to understand why I was fucking raw him, and why he needed it so badly. "Give him a little more," I said, motioning to Leo. Leo understood exactly, and had the pipe in James's mouth immediately. "Good hit, boy, understand?" James nodded as best he could as he slowly drained the bowl several times. It was a big hit, even for me. If James was as inexperienced as he seemed, a hit that size was going to be disastrous for him. "That's it James," Leo said, keeping the torch there a few seconds longer than strictly necessary. "Just a little bit more." James inhaled more, his lungs visibly swelling. "That's good. Now hold it for Shay," he said, finally pulling the pipe away. I leaned in for the kill. I pressed my lips against his, kissing him deeply, but also keeping him from breathing. I held my breath, keeping him from breathing in or out. He was reduced to marinating in the cloud he had just inhaled. "Exhale," I finally said. He did as he was told; the thick cloud momentarily obscured my view of him. "Fuck," he moaned. "Fuck that feels good." "Yeah?" I said. "You know what feels amazing?" He nodded, the crystal was taking over. "Your hole, boy. It's so warm. So wet. So hungry." I pushed a bit harder into him, pulled a little stronger on the way out. "You know what would feel so good?" "Yeah? What?" James whispered. "You letting me cum in you. Just once," I said. "Just once. Let a real man give you his seed." "Yeah," James said, barely loud enough for me to hear. There was a job to be done. But a barely whispered "Yes" demanded more. "You ever had a guy cum in you?" "Never," James said, a bit louder. "Jerk off thinking about it? Leo asked. He was lying down next to James now, running his hands over the boy's body. Anything James said, we could now both hear it. "Yeah, a lot," James said. "It's really hot." The crystal had broken some inhibitions. Now James was trying to convince himself to do what he always wanted to do. "It's really hot," James repeated. "To have you cum in me. A guy cum in me. So hot. Inside of me. Your sperm, in my guts." "It's what you need. Just once." It was part of the process. First, it was just for a second. Then it was to pull out. Now it was only once. But once would never be enough for a young man like James. He'd be back. "Make a real man happy," I said. It was always about me and my pleasure. "You'd knock me up," James said, barely loud enough. Then, he continued, louder. "Just once," he said. "Just once. It would be hot." "Fuck yeah," I said. "It's what you need. To be a proper bottom slut." I slammed my raw cock all the way back into his unprotected hole. He had just given me permission to cum in his hole, and I didn't have to hide anything now. "Knock you up good." "Knock me up," James said. I just smiled and shoved my dick deeper into him. He grunted, part in pain, part in pleasure. It was what I needed to hear, and I kicked my fucking into high gear. "Knock me up," he repeated as my dick forced itself deeper into his body. It seemed to go on for hours. I lost track of time, losing myself in the utter perfection of his hole. I dribbled pre-cum, the stream growing thicker over time. Finally, I recognized the familiar tingle down the length of my cock, the welcome tightening of my balls. "I'm getting close," I said. "Just once," James said. "Cum in me. Please." He squeezed his ass around my dick, milking out a few drops of pre-cum and pulling me ever closer to my orgasm. "Give me your load." He knew what to say. His begging was better than his denial. I loved pozzing up neg hole, but it felt better when it was a welcome blessing I was bestowing upon the man. "Fill you up with my hot seed." I wanted to whisper in his ear about the poz seed I was going to flood his guts with, but that would be later. Right now, it was about easing him into partying and barebacking. "I'm going to cum in you," I grunted. "Fucking give me your hot load," he said. It was just what I needed to hear. I slammed my cock into his hole one last time. "FUCK," I grunted, loudly. Loud enough for everyone to know I was breeding this boy. Loud for the neighbors to know what I was doing. My cock throbbed, my balls churned, and a jet of jizz shot out of my cock, landing in the warm embrace of James's ass. "Fuck yeah," I said, as another spurt made its way into the young man's hole. "Give it to me," James moaned, as he pressed his ass back up against me, eager to get every drop of my toxic fluid. "Cum in me. It's so fucking hot. Inside me." My cock spat out a few more doses of sperm. This was just the dregs of the dregs; most of my load was nestled deep within Doug's hole. But it was enough for James. "That feels fucking amazing." "Oh," Leo said, leaning in to kiss James. "You like getting bred?" "Fuck yeah," James said. "That was amazing." Leo produced a booty bump; he held the injector which was filled with thick mixture of lube and crystal. "You want another one?" Leo asked. "Fuck yeah," James said. "All the ones I can take." There was an ambiguity in the sentence: all the loads? or all the booty bumps. It didn't matter. Both were going to happen.

I had another chance to hook up with the hot, young, hung black guy that fucked me twice over the holidays. He fucked me so hard and long the second time that I needed a couple of days to recover. By the time I felt better, I was starting to worry that I was getting too into him - it’s just been sex but the dick is that good. I delayed contacting him for a couple of days. Monday afternoon, I was working in my office when my text noise went off. “I want to nut in that phat WHITE pussy right now.” I was relieved to learn I was not the only one that was all-in on things. He has initiated contact repeatedly, so I am getting over thinking he isn’t into me, too. We chatted for a while and realized that Friday when I work a half-day would be the first time we could meet because he lives an hour and a half away from me and cannot host. We hooked up at my family’s lake house that is close to where he works but is a little over two hours from me. Then yesterday, we realized that we had scheduled a hookup for right in the path of the terrible storms that have been all over the news. We weren’t sure we should risk it, but we both desperately wanted to meet. This afternoon he suggested a plan that would get both of us home before the bad weather. There is a decent-sized city in between where we each live. He said he knew a motel that rented rooms by the hour. He suggested a quickie there. I was horny and willing to tick off an item on my bucket list I had never considered before - hooking up in a sleazy motel. We arrived at the motel about the same time. He asked me to go ahead and get the room while he finished a phone call. I paid the rental ($25 - cash only) and went to check out the room. From the door, it looked like a slightly seedy motel room. I flipped on the light switch. The light came from a hidden source somewhere up in the ceiling. It was a bright shade somewhere between mauve and magenta. There was a huge mirror over the bed and another covering the wall next to the bed. It reminded me of a room in a bathhouse in a lot of ways although it was bigger than that and did have a bathroom. After a couple of minutes, he knocked on the door, and we got naked. He lay down on the bed. I climbed on top and began to give him head. I looked up, and he was staring at the ceiling. I remembered then there was a mirror above us. He was watching me give him head in it. He reached down and started working my nipples. I moaned and whimpered. He made a growling noise. “You moan for daddy.” We were totally in sync driving each other to higher and higher arousal. He pulled me up and hungrily made out with me. This was particularly hot because he had told me before that he didn’t much like kissing. Then he pushed me back on his cock. After a long while, he pushed me back and told me to stay on all fours. He proceeded to give me the deepest and most aggressive rim job I have ever felt. He was chewing on my hole and sticking his tongue all the way in. As bad as I wanted to be fucked, I never wanted this to end. Eventually, he retrieved the lube and the poppers from the table by the bed and slicked us both up. He slowly worked his way inside. His cock is not super long somewhere around 8”, but it is super thick at least 7” around. I can open my hole pretty well, but it takes some doing. He was forceful but went slowly enough for me to get used to it. Once I did, he began one of the best and hardest fucks I have ever experienced. He slammed into me over and over again with all the strength of his body. I knew from before he wanted to hear about “his big, black dick” in “my tight, white pussy,” so I gave him plenty of that. After 10 minutes of hard fucking with lots of dirty talk and watching ourselves in the mirrors. He said, “If I keep this up, I am going to nut.” I begged for his load, but he said it was too soon. Then he asked, “can I film this on my phone?” I agreed. He told me to stand up, and he placed me bent over the foot of the bed. It took a minute to get the height of my ass just right, but then he went to town on my hole again while filming. After several minutes of this, he pulled me to my feet, spun me around, and shoved his tongue into my mouth. We had a long, intense make out session. Then he pushed me onto my back on the bed with my legs in the air. He fucked me and filmed some more while I did my best to provide a soundtrack of the dirty talk he likes. There was a knock at the door. “Maintenance. Do you want me to come back later?” “Yeah please.” We looked at the time, and we only had 10 minutes left in our hour. He put me back bent over the foot of the bed. He fucked me without holding back, and in a few minutes he said, “You want this nut?” I said I did. “Here comes that nut. Can you feel that nut inside you?” It felt like a huge load. We started cleaning up. He went to wash himself in the sink. “I am more than happy to clean you up with my mouth.” He said, “I am too sensitive. I need to do it myself.” I moved in close. “No, you just need to teach me the right way to do it.” I kissed his ear, and he grinned. We quickly dressed. He went in for one last passionate make out session. I told him an hour wasn’t going to be enough next time. He agreed. He told me goodbye and slipped out. I finished dressing, made sure I had all my stuff, and checked out. The sky looked menacing, and I hurried home. He texted me a little later promising to send me my copies of the videos after he had done some editing. I hope we don’t go two weeks without hooking up again. I don’t think we will. We are too hungry for one another.The last two fucks have been two of the best fucks ever for me; I cannot wait for the next one.

Chapter 4 A couple of days later James was feeling back to his old self and I was finally walking normal again; thank god as I had a flight today. I couldn't remember the last time my cunt had taken such a beating. That session was definitely on the list of my top five all-time sexual experiences. When I boarded the plane I had to catch my breath, oh fuck I was in trouble. There standing in the cockpit was my walking wet dream. Captain Anderson, or Captain Charlie to his friends. It had been years since I'd last flown with him. Which was a good thing because I had a fucking hardon everytime I'd see him. Yep I was chubbing up. Okay let me paint a picture for you. Six feet two, light sandy-brown hair, hazel eyes you could melt in, chiseled features. He always wore his shirts on the small side to show off his physique. I'm guessing he had tattoos he was trying to keep covered because even on the hottest days he'd wear long sleeved shirts. He looked to be in his forties but rumors had him actually closer to mid-fifties. I didn't care he was hot, oh yeah and straight as could be. Married with two sons who supposedly looked just like him. I know sad, right. And to make matters worse, he was genuinely a nice guy. I mean come on, at least if he was a total jerk it would be easier to hate him but being nice just made him all the more fuckable. I hadn't realized I was still standing by the the cockpit door staring until I heard a light chuckle. "You okay there son?" God even his voice was sexy. "Umm, yeah, umm sorry sir. Brain freeze for a second. I, umm, was trying to remember if I turned the iron off." The iron seriously, what the fuck was wrong with me. "The iron huh," he said smiling at me, "well happens to the best of us." Except it never happened to me because I don't even own a fucking iron. He reached his hand out to greet me. "Brody right? I think we had a flight together a few years ago." "Uhh, yeah that's right. Good memory, sir." "Call me Charlie." Then he smiled and showed off his damn dimples. Yep, bye bye chubby hello hard-on. Another flight attendant was right behind me so I said, "well I better get ready sir," and released his hand and moved further into the plane. I was working with two women today both of whom I'd never met before. After the encounter with Charlie we were busy getting ready for takeoff so I could distract myself from the extremely hot man just feet away from me. We had just finished the first round of beverage/snack service and were catching our breath. I was putting stuff away when one of the other flight attendants started talking to me. "Hey have you ever flown with Captain Anderson before?" Captain Anderson, hmm that was interesting. "No, first time, you?" "Me either, but a girlfriend of mine has and she said he's getting a divorce so he's going back on the market." How do you respond to that, "okay, wow, but umm, you may want to give him time to adjust to being single." I can't believe I was having this conversation. "No way man. He's such a catch you have to jump right on that before some other bitch snatches him up." I was trying really hard not to laugh. "Well good luck." A couple of hours into our coast to coast flight, myself and the chatty one were at the front of the plane to let the fight crew stretch their legs and use the facilities. She went into the cockpit and I stayed outside blocking the ailse with the beverage cart. The copilot came out first and took care of business and quickly returned to the cockpit. Now it was my hunks turn. "Hey sir, smooth flight so far." He gave me a look, "sorry Captain Charlie." He grinned, "better, but you can just call my Charlie." "Umm okay thanks." Fuck I was chubbing up again. "So Mindy in there is quite something, have you flown with her before?" "Nope, first time." "She kept offering to comfort me tonight since apparently everyone knows about my personal life." "Yeah sorry about that sir, I mean Charlie. She did mention you were about to be on the market again." Damn I felt sorry for the guy. He looked so sad, I just wanted to give him a hug. Okay yes I also wanted him to bend me over and fuck the shit out of me. Hey don't judge, you would too. "Her Intel is a little old. The divorce went through six months ago." "Damn, sorry that sucks." "Oh god no! That was the best thing I every did. I'm just sick of all the single and not so single ladies on these flights throwing themselves at me. I thought it was bad when I was married now it's ten times worse." "Well Charlie, you can hardly blame them. I mean you have looked in a mirror, right?" I gave him a big smile. "That's sweet Brody but I'm nothing special." "Yeah now you're just fishing for compliments," I teased back. He got a funny grin on his face, "well I should probably get back in there and save Tony from the man-eater," he joked, then squeezed and rubbed my shoulder. He started to turn towards the door but paused and said, "we should get a drink tonight. I mean if you don't have other plans." Yep you guessed it, rock hard. "Umm, yeah, sure. "He grinned even bigger then knocked on the cockpit door. When Mindy came out she was as giddy as a school girl. "Oh my god he is so hot. I invited him out to dinner tonight." "Wow that's great. Good for you., did he say yes?" "No, he was really sweet but told me he wasn't ready to start dating again." I tried really hard not to laugh. Pretty soon we were landing and making our way to the hotel. In the lobby everyone was discussing dinner plans. I begged off saying I was going to hit the gym and would just grab something later. I changed into some shorts and a tank top and made my way to the hotel gym. I figured I'd workout for an hour then hit scruff and try to find someone to dump my load in. I'd done about twenty-five minutes on the treadmill when the door opened and in walked my fucking wet dream wearing a muscle t-shirt and tight running shorts. Dear god, I thought I was going to blow my load right then and there. "Hey Brody hope you don't mind if I join you. A workout sounded much more appealing than dinner with Mindy and the gang." I smiled and slowed the treadmill to a walk. "Hey captain of course, join on in. Damn, love your tats." He had a half sleeve on one arm and a compass on his other bicep. "Thanks, my sons talked me into getting them after the divorce." "They look amazing on you. If Mindy could see you now she'd probably be all over you." "Ugh no thank you. I mean she's very nice and all but not really my type." "Oh yeah, so just what is your type, Charlie?" "I have a thing for gingers." "You don't say." I stopped the treadmill and walked over so I was standing right in front of him. My dick was rock hard. "Holy shit," he said. He was staring right at my biohaz tat on my arm. "Fuck, are poz?" "Umm, yep." "Man that is so hot!" He suddenly looked like something had just occured to him and his face lite up with a smile. "You didn't by chance recently poz another flight attendant?" "Umm, fuck, umm where did you hear that?" "There's a group of guys at work who may or may not get off on very risky sex." He said winking at me. "One of the guys is a pilot friend of mine. He's been fucking a flight attendant named James for months and he told my pilot friend that his poz roommate's been feeding him toxic loads. He even showed him some pics of a hot ginger breeding him. Your face isn't totally shown but I definitely recognize that tat." You're famous within our group. James sent a pic showing his test results two days ago." "Did you say 'our' group?" I shoved my hand down his shorts and felt his hard cock. "My sons have been introducing me to the joys of gay sex." I raised my eyebrows up at him just as his phone went off. He looked at the number and shrugged, "damn it! I really have to take this." I whispered in his ear, "I'm in room 1237. Don't make me wait long."

Chapter 3 I had just flown home and was scheduled to have the next few days off. Both my roommates were working so I was looking forward to having the place to myself. I was also hoping to reconnect with Kevin, my poz daddy. I hadn't had a chance to hook up with him since I'd moved out to the east coast. When I walked into the apartment I saw James crashed out on the couch watching tv. "Hey I thought you were scheduled to work?" "I don't feel well, they sent me home a couple days ago. I was fine until we started to board the plane then all the sudden, let's just say if people were smart they would've avoid the front bathroom at all costs." "James, do you have flu and cold like symptoms?" "Yep, how'd you know?" "I think you may have the fuck flu." "Holy shit I didn't even think of that." "Well the timing fits and your hard cock certainly likes that idea." "I guess it's safe to say that I'm as sick and twisted as you. Even though I feel like crap I want nothing more than for you to fuck another toxic load deep inside me." Now I was rock hard so I did what any good friend would do, gave him another load. I sent Kevin a text to see if he could recommend a poz friendly doctor to take James to since he refused to go back to his regular GP. I guess at his last visit his doctor had lectured him for twenty minutes about how stupid he was being when he admitted to having sex without condoms. I received a text back pretty quickly with the name and address of Kevin's own doctor. He'd even managed to make an appointment for him the next day at noon. I went to tell James the good news but he was out cold. Luckily he was feeling a little better in the morning. He kept insisting I didn't need to go with him but I think deep down he was relieved not to have to go alone. We arrived at doctor's office a little before noon and were greeted by the cutest receptionist. "Afternoon boys, I'm Matty how can I help you." James just kind of stood there in a daze so I jumped in. "Hi, my friend James has an appointment at noon with Dr. Manning." "And what's your name ginger?" I smiled, "I'm Brody, I'm just here for moral support." "Well damn, aren't you a good boyfriend." "Not boyfriends, just friends and roommates." "Hmm that's good to know." He winked and handed me a clipboard with forms to fill out. "I'll give these to you since your friend looks like he's about to fall over." "Sorry he's battling the flu." "The flu or thee flu?" he asked. Of course James chose this moment to start talking, "he thinks I have the fuck flu." "Umm interesting, and what do you think hot stuff?" "Well he did fuck me repeatedly with his poz cock so I'm guessing he's probably right. I really need to sit down now," he said and walked over to the waiting room. Oh my god someone please kill me. "Umm sorry about that, I think this flu has him a bit delusional." "Oh there's nothing to be ashamed of ginger. If you managed to knock that fine boy's ass up that's something to be proud of." I must have had a confused look on my face because he just smiled and said, "you'll find this practice is just a little different than most others when it comes barebacking. We believe you should always fuck raw and poz guys are extremely special. Why don't you go have a seat with you friend, the doc will be with you shortly." Wow, if the doctor was half as easy going as his receptionist then I had definitely found my new GP. I walked over to the waiting room and stopped short when I couldn't see James at first. There was a guy with his back to me and then I noticed James, he seemed to have his head on the guy's lap. "I am so sorry," I started to say as I went over to them. "Kevin, well fuck me. What are you doing here?" "Oh I'd love to fuck you again Brody," he said licking his lips, "but I thought you might need some help with your friend here," he said stroking James's head. James was almost purring. He looked up at me with a big grin on his face, "do you like my new daddy? I think he likes me because I can feel his dick getting harder." I could hear Matty chuckling from the front desk. "James this is Kevin. He's the guy that knocked me up. So technically he's my poz daddy." He sat up and turned to get a good look at Kevin. "Mmm, so I guess that makes you my grandpoz then. I can't wait to have your dick buried deep inside me, sir." Before Kevin could respond a gorgeous 6' tall muscular hunk wearing skin tight scrubs walked up to us. It was obvious he wasn't wearing underwear as I could see the outline of his impressive cock. Fuck I was horny. "Hi guys, my name's Chris, I'm Dr. Manning's nurse. Hey Kevin great to see you again. So I take it this is your new son?" "Actually he's more like my grandson. Brody here," he said pointing to me, "is my poz son. He's the one responsible for turning this little guy." He had his arm around James who was busy running his fingers up and down the length of Kevin's hard cock through his pants. Chris smiled, "I love it when chasers seroconvert. Even though they feel sick they're usually horny as hell." He reached for James and helped him up. "Okay son, why don't you come with me and we'll go see the doctor. Matty, why don't you close for lunch and take Kevin and Brody with you to the break room." "Excellent idea," Matty said already locking up. This was by far the most laid back sexually charged doctor's office I'd ever been to. I was definitely going to need to visit the bathroom to jackoff soon. Chris lead James away so Kevin was able to finally to stand up and give me a hug. He squeezed me tight grinding his hard crotch against mine. "I'm so proud of you for spreading the bug." He leaned down and started kissing me deep. "As hot as this scene is I think we'll be a lot more comfortable in the break room." Kevin pulled away from me. "Mmm, Matty's right. You're gonna love this." He grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall. Matty was holding the door to the room open for us. Words cannot describe what I saw. "Holy fucking shit! Is this a doctor's office or a sex club?" I asked trying to pick my jaw up off the floor as I took in the sling, fuck bench, Saint Andrew's cross and table with a ton of sex toys laid out. "Nevermind I don't care I'm so horny I just need one of you to fuck me now," I said ripping my clothes off. They both grabbed me and threw me into the sling. Kevin secured my wrists while Matty took care of my legs. My cock was leaking like crazy. Matty ran his fingers over my stomach to gather my precum that was pooling there so he could lube my hole. "As much as I love your fingers inside of me I'd really prefer your dick instead." Kevin started stripping Matty as he continued to play with my hole. "Boy, you're going to love Matty's cock. He's hung like a fucking horse and his PA always feels amazing as he's destroying a cunt." I looked up and saw a 9" rock hard dick that was easily thicker than a beer can making its way towards my cunt. The fact that Matty was such a small guy made his cock look even bigger. I felt the metal of his peircing first as he started to push into my body. He was going way to slow trying not to hurt me. "Oh dear god shove that monster inside me and rape my fucking pussy already." He didn't have to be told twice, he pulled out then slammed back in as hard as he could. I fucking saw stars as he took my breath away. He had this evil look in his eyes as he started to pound my ass. I was pretty sure I'd be walking funny for days. I was moaning like a bitch in heat, "oh god yes, destroy my pussy, fuck me rough." "Yeah you slut, you like my big poz cock inside you don't you." "Yes, yes, yes, harder!" "God he's a loud bitch. Kevin, why don’t you shut him up." I soon had a dick in my mouth to destract me from the assult on my cunt. So in other words I was in heaven. I'd been so busy concentrating on topping and spreading my poz seed that this was the first time in awhile that my cunt got to be the center of attention and the only thing that mattered was me getting used. Kevin came first shooting his load down my throat. Between the dick in my mouth and the one pounding my ass my own cock started to blow covering my chest in cum. In the process, my ass muscles clamped tight sending Matty over the edge. God that boy had huge loads, he shot seven or eight ropes of thick cum into my hungry pussy. Kevin pulled out of my mouth and leaned down to kiss me. "I'm so proud of you son." I just grinned at him, too exhausted to speak. I could feel Matty's cock deflating and slowly moving out of my ass leaving my hole wide open. Before I could miss the feeling for too long another cock shoved deep inside. Kevin was still making out with me and Matty was coming over to feed me his cock so I had no idea as to who had just entered me. I looked up and saw a hot man dressed from the waist up still wearing his white coat. His hard cock pumping in and out of my lossening hole. He saw me finally making eye contact and smiled, "hey slut, I heard you moaning so loudly I had to come sample your delicious cunt. Damn Matty did a number on you, look at that gapping hole," he said as he pulled out then slammed back in." "Oh god, I don't know who you are but please don't stop fucking me. Your cock feels so good." "I'm Dr. Manning," I guess Matty wasn't joking when he said this practice encouraged barebacking. "Fuck I'm getting close, you want me to add my strain to your DNA you whore?" "Yes! Fucking give me your toxic cum." He slammed in and started unloading, mixing his bug with Matty's." "Thank you, thank you, thank you," I kept repeating with a huge smile on my face. He pulled out and Kevin was right there to clean him off. Matty undid my wrists so I could shake Dr. Manning's hand. "A handshake seems a little formal after your raw dick was just seeding my cunt doc. I'm Brody by the way." He was laughing, "yeah sorry about that. I took one look at Matty ruining your pussy and had to take a turn." "You can breed me anytime. Damn, I wish all doctor's were like you. Oh fuck, I forget about James, is he alright?" Some friend I turned out to be laying here with two loads up my ass and one down my throat, forgetting the whole reason we were there. Dr. Manning helped me out of the sling and over to a chair. "He'll be fine. I think the worst of his flu has passed. Just make sure he keeps hydrated and gets plenty of rest. We'll have his blood work back in a day or two to confirm his status for sure but I'll let him share with you the results of his rapid test." At that moment James walked into room following Chris, both of whom were naked. I could see cum dripping down his leg. He grinned at me and said, "congrats Brody, it worked, you knocked me up."

Sketchy Sex reminds me very much of the vintage Cadinot videos — raw sex effortlessly sought for and enjoyed!

Hey guys thought I’d introduce myself. I’m Luke, age 29, living in Dallas. I’m a total cumdump whore by nature but I’ve been in a monogamous relationship for the past 5 years, the last 3 of which we were married. When we separated back in October we had not had sex since April 2018! So I’m newly single and VERY ready to mingle lol. I’m rediscovering my old whore self in the best way! I used to regularly take loads all the time, I once took 34 loads from 27 men in one night 6 years ago when I was single. That’s what I want to get back to. I’m a pretty open minded, few limits sub bottom slut who will take it any way he can get it. If you’re ever in Dallas and need to dump a load in an ass quickly or use me for the weekend and whore me out please hit me up and I’ll be happy to be serve.

I've been turned down for being to slutty, to quote "you look like you let anyone fuck you" hard to get offended when 4 minutes later some other guy is fucking me. As for the age thing I don't try for that super hot twink/20 something because I know they might not be into older guys and I have no problem with that

Text me. Message me 251/656-7789 The greatest. Reward you can get from any guy is to suck his. Piss. From his dick. Or to suck piss from urinals. Bigot to where I hang out at good bathrooms and toilets. And just wait. Sooner or later guys cruise me or come by and hit me up. The very first thing I ask a guy is. May I please suck the piss from your dick please. 99.9 percent of guys will gladly. Fill your throat full of their sweet. Nectar piss. I wanted to suck and drink piss so bad. I would do just about any trick to get piss. Specially. Drink it from urinals. My favorite.

Great way to put it. Love the taste and smell.

I thought the Lyle Cranston stories might have been your hottest, but this one is off to an incredible start. Can't wait to see where this one leads.

Thanks for the tip... I've decided to stay at the Travelodge and have posted an ad on BBRT. I plan to take loads on Friday to get pre-loaded for Cumunion and will make my hole available all night on Thursday for earlybirds. Looking forward to taking many loads and it would be great to break my record.

Indianapolis—December, 2019 After all the public sex in bathhouse and bookstore, I was ready for a good connected bit of one on one play. Marshall was out of town, so I kept returning to the profile of a man with who I had had quite a bit of conversation. He loved watersports, no LOVED it as he typed it to me. He had a sling he could put up in the basement and there was a drain in the floor. There was a partner, but he’d be away. From his stats, Liam was a little younger than me, tall and well built. The pictures showed a jungle of hair all over his body. That alone got me hard as I thought of drops of piss clinging to it all as I licked it up… We arranged a time. It was an easy drive in. I took the rimseat, something he didn’t have. Liam answered the door naked but for a blue jock. He looked just like his pictures. But he was nervous. He showed me the set up downstairs. The sling was crammed in, between the stairs and the laundry facilities, not ideal but I had just enough room to work around two sides of it. The rimseat stayed packed in its bag upstairs. “Get on your knees,” I said, “I’ve been drinking all the way here.” That’s when it began going downhill. Liam had never done watersports. At all. He had watched a few video clips of piss. He didn’t want it in his mouth, but he thought he’d be ok if I would piss on him or in him. I went back up to get out of clothes as he got in the sling. I made sure I put my boots back on for the basement floor was filthy. I ate his hole. I pissed on it. Licked it up. So far so good. I fucked him. He loved it. But he was dirty. I waited as he cleaned. We fucked again. I thought my cock was suspect as I pulled it out a second time, but he cleaned it, high on constant popper use. “Try pissing in me.” I had a bladder full. I let it go deep in his guts. He loved it. I fucked him full of piss. He loved that. I pulled out to bring my piss covered cock to his mouth—and my piss exploded from his ass. He was spectacularly dirty and now so were my legs. There weren’t enough towels. We trod carefully up the stairs to a wonderful two man shower. I cleaned up first as he tried to mop downstairs. Then he cleaned up. He took me into their shared bedroom and got up on all fours on the bed. I valiantly tried to fuck his newly cleaned ass, but I couldn’t do it. I sped up my thrusts and faked shooting a load in him. And left. I hope he got it cleaned up before the boyfriend got home… ***** I go to the bathhouse. I shower again. I sit in the steam. A bearded blond man, maybe just 40, is there. We eye each other. He sinks to his knees and takes me in his mouth. He can’t get enough of my cock. I briefly suck his regulation sized one. We leave as the steam kicks into high gear. I follow him into the sauna—and that’s when I see his pale ass, flecked with blond hair. Mounds of flesh needing my tongue. He steps up on the bench to get to the top row of seats, putting his ass right at eye level. I lean forward and my tongue connects. He melts. He kneels on the seat and I dig in. He grunts and groans and encourages me to get his hole sopping wet. I do. I tongue him deeply. He jerks as I tongue fuck him. We break and then do it again in the TV room. And at the sling. Now I’m sure I will get inside him. But no, he’s tells me he’s a top—but loves his ass licked. I sigh, but it doesn’t put me off. I ream him out once more, the chains clanging… **** We meet up again in the dark porn room.... For the rest: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/01/the-words-he-shouldnt-say-try-pissing-me.html

A few weeks ago my brother caught his first STD syphilis but he will be ok to be at MAL. Catching STD is part of being a BBer.

Quick cummers are hot as fuck. Quickest was in a park in SF - three Latino dudes bent me over a tree and barely got their pants unbuckled. Once the second dude's dick slid in and felt the first's warm, fresh load, he added his jizz. The third was the same. I think all three had to be less than 15 min.

Part 2 - Clouds Paul handed me the pipe, found the torch, lit it, just the hissing sound itself turns me on. He put the flame to the bowl as I rolled it slightly, watching the white vapor develop and then began a slow inhale. I held it for a few seconds, enjoying the full, hot feeling in my lungs, before shotgunning it into his mouth. We traded the smoke back and forth a couple of times before letting it dissipate around us as we began to kiss, wrapping tongues and lips. Another hit for me, then he did one, we traded hits and saliva for a while, engaged in that passionate, intense making out of tina shotguns. My last hit, he didn’t want any, so I bent down and engulfed his hard cock in my mouth, letting the smoke swirl around it as I gently blew it out, then sucked him. Paul groaned. I could taste his precum, he was leaking quite a bit. I did one more pull, then administered another smoke and suck. “How about some g? I haven’t had any yet.” “Sure, that’d be great.” He got up and grabbed a bottle off an upper wall shelf and started to prepare the drug. As he did that, I leaned back onto the pillows and took in the room. It was older, a bit worn, but clean and he was keeping it neat. Clothes were folded or on hangers, towels stacked, luggage standing in a closet. Some bottles of soft drinks in one spot on a side table next to the mini fridge, everything was organized. A good sign, he was not a tweaking mess and we would not have the too frequent party situation when you can’t find a damn thing for all the clutter. As I watched him, I could feel my head and body buzzing from the t. My body was warm, slightly sweating. His stuff was good, that was sure. Paul handed me a glass full of Gatorade and drank his down, I did the same except just half. That’s how I like to take it, not all at once, to see how it affects me before I take the rest. Paul was at the tv and his laptop, browsing through some porn. “What do you like?” “Groups, interracial, gang bangs, whatever you want, I’m not that particular. Any pnp is hot, but I know there aren’t a lot where it’s explicit. I do like it when you can tell that the guys are high.” He settled on a longer one, a gang bang, then moved next to me on the bed. “I could taste your precum, wow you have a lot.” I reached over and rubbed the tip of his dick, massaging the liquid around his frenulum. “I don’t get much at all. Although I did find a way to make it happen, wanna see? It’s kinda strange.” “Sure, actually I like the way you're so open about what you want . Show me!” Reaching to the floor, I rummaged in my bag and took out a small, empty fleet enema bottle. As I reached for the pipe and torch, Paul said “Oh, I know this. Clouds up the ass.” “Nope, I’ve done that, this is something different.” I inhaled, held it in while I set down the pipe, squeezed the air out of the bottle, then exhaled into it. The plastic expanded, the white cloud trapped inside once I placed my finger over the tip. The rest of the hit I blew toward my cock. Carefully, I inserted the tip into my piss slit, then slowly squeezed, short bursts, the smoke entering my cock, hot, stimulating, some slight pain but very enjoyable. “Holy shit, I’ve never seen that before! What’s it feel like? Do you get high off it?” “I don’t think it gets me high, but it’s intense, a bit of pain but feels good at the same time.” I replied. "The perviness of it is a mind fuck, too. Plus it makes me precum.” Demonstrating, I removed the enema tip and rubbed my cock head, releasing a stream of precum. He reached over, rubbing it. “Man, that’s real crystal dick!” We both laughed as he continued to touch me. My penis was limp, tiny, and my balls matched them, a small sac pulled up against my body. “You ever do three ways or groups?” was his next question. “Oh yeah, those are great, I’ve been gang banged a few times, too. Those were a lot of fun. I love an audience.” “I do, too. I’d love to watch you get fucked.” “I might be able to get someone here if you’re up for it. Want me to try?” “Sure, can you show me who you have in mind?” I opened my phone and signed in to a couple of sites, hunting for a regular that I had been messaging the last couple of days. I knew he had just got in to town, but he hadn’t been sure of his schedule. Sure enough, I found him online and showed his profile to Paul. “Nice! Does he party?” “Yes, he’s a top, gets kinky, too, really likes to be a dom with me.” My bud, Joe, was early 60’s, good body and a cock that was close to 8 inches. “What do you think? Invite him?” “Yes, ask him.” I tapped out a message, explaining what was up and included the address. In less than a minute my phone pinged with his response, “So my little faggot needs more cock? I’ll be there in about 45 minutes, maybe an hour.” When I told that to Paul, he laughed again and started to rub my taint, then fingered my hole. “I want to fuck this pussy first, you’re using my supplies so I get to open you up.” Rising to his knees, he yanked my head to his now soft dick. Taking all of him, I sucked and tongued him to a quick erection. He pushed me onto my back again, lifted my hips up and positioned pillows, pulled off my jock, then arranged my legs apart and back. My ass was elevated, my boihole was exposed. He dropped down and started to rim me. “Oh, man, that’s fucking awesome,” I started to moan, even writhe a bit, as his tongue first explored the area around my hole, then, after what seemed many minutes of pleasure, he started to tongue fuck me. Stroking my tina dick, which was hyper sensitive with all the clouds I’d inhaled and inserted into it directly, I continued to moan, telling him how fantastic his oral skills felt. Stopping, he rose up and positioned his cock at the entrance to my hole, then plunged in, going all the way in one single stroke. “Man, fuck, your cock feels so good inside me!” I was starting to babble a little, drugs and physical sensations crashing over me. “Your hole is so fucking warm, I can’t believe how open it is.” Paul started to fuck me, slowly, then quick and hard, varying the tempo while staring my face, gauging my reaction. After a good 15 minutes of pounding, he paused, still hard inside me, then held the glass containing the rest of the g to my lips. “Drink it” he ordered. Putting the glass down, he picked up the pipe and got the torch going. As soon as vapor formed, he put it to my mouth, still keeping the flame going. “Take it.” I complied, filling my lungs. He handed me the enema bottle, and I understood what he wanted next. Cloud into bottle, then into my cock. As I did that, he kept still, watching, his hard dick pulsing within. Once I had finished, he resumed fucking, staring hard into my eyes. I whimpered a bit, it was all a little overwhelming, the amount of pleasure a sensory overload. “You like how a real man’s cock feels, pussyboi? You like it in your boicunt?” “Yes, oh fuck, man, don’t stop.” “You really are a little meth whore, aren’t you.” “Yes, fuck, I know.” Bending down, he spit on my face. I let out a sound, a whimper, yelp and moan all in one, at the abuse, and the recognition. Paul thrusted harder and faster. “Say it. Say what you are.” “Faggot. I’m a fag and a pussyboi.” “What else?” “A meth whore.” Once again, spit hit my face, then a light slap. The fucking continued, hard, my hole totally open and wet. Totally needing his dick inside me. Again, he bent toward me, but this time he kissed me, and we started to make out. This was turning into one hell of a drug-fueled hate fuck and I was falling into a state of total submission.

While you're all thinking about it, let me describe a scenario and tell me if this is the best way for stories to work… You want a sort option in story sections of the site that lets you sort the thread list by the last update of the original poster. Posts where the original poster quotes someone else, don't count as an update (since they're replying to a comment, not adding to the story). At the top of the thread page it would help to have a toggle button that would enable you to hide everything that's not a non-reply from the original poster – so all you see is story posts. To make #3 work, you'll need "endless scroll". Pagination doesn't make sense since a page may have no content if none of the posts on a page are non-replies by the original poster. Do I have that right? Is there anything you'd want added or changed to that scenario? What I can do (in a few months) is write a read-only version of the story sections. It would be set up on the sites where the content would eventually be moved. It would pull the data from the BZ database and display it in the manner outlined above. But to comment you'd have to come back to BZ. It's actually a nice phase one for moving the content (though the full move would be 2+ years off).

Chapter 6 "I can't believe I got to fuck Captain Charlie Anderson," I said while playing with his nipples. "If you only knew how many times I've jacked off fantasizing about this exact moment." "Brody, I'm really nothing special." "You really don't get it do you? Fuck that makes you even hotter, you're so damn humble and it's not an act. Throw in the fact that you're a twisted pig and I think I'm in love." He started laughing, "okay the twisted pig part is definitely right on the money." "You have to tell me, how did this little club of yours start and how can I join?" "Well about a year ago I had a flight with my old buddy, the one I told you about earlier, the one fucking James. Anyway, that night as we were 'catching up' we started talking about how great it would be if there was a list of guys who worked for the airline who liked to fuck around no questions asked. That way the second you saw each other you wouldn't have to play the games and could get right to fucking. No strings attached just hardcore fucking." I chuckled, "isn't that what all those hookup apps are for?" He squeezed my dick, "be nice you little fuck." He smiled at me, "yes, there's all those apps, smarty ass, but how many times have guys flaked on you when you're trying to get laid?" "Okay, you have a good point there." "We have a few rules in our club. Unless you're sick you can't turn down any club member who wants to fuck. It's only sex you're not getting married. You have to be versatile and respect the other guys limits. And, up until a few months ago we were safe only." "What changed that rule?" "When we brought in our newest member, as we were telling him the rules he told us 'sorry can't do condoms I'm allergic to then but you don't have to worry about me I'm on PrEP.' That was kind of the beginning of the end of that rule." I chuckled, "I can imagine. Once you have that first raw cock or slip your raw dick in a tight warm hole it's all over." I was slowing working my hand down towards his stiffening cock. "Yep, as we all soon learned. So we changed the rules to no condoms but you had to be on PrEP. My buddy always liked to have porn in on the background as we played and I noticed it gradually changed from safe only to raw only to pozzing only." He was rock hard now. "I also noticed that I was shooting my biggest loads with him when there was poz porn on." I climbed on top of him and sat on his dick. He moaned and grabbed my hips to push me all the way down. "Mmm, go on. I can't imagine all your group would be too happy about this change." "Yep your exactly right. Most of the guys would never go for it but my buddy is very good about sniffing out other pigs." I was slowly moving up and down riding his cock. "Ahh," he moaned, "we were up to about thirty guys in our little safe/PrEP only group. Then we met James." He grinned, "god I've never met such a slut." I laughed, "yep he's got an amazing cunt but he's also a total bottom." "Well let's just say that James started his own group and took several of us with him. There's only seven of us so far including my boys but something tells me we'll slowly get some of the old members to come over to the dark side." He had the most evil sexy look on his face. I leaned down and gave him a big kiss. All this talk must have been getting to him because he quickly pulled me down onto him while lifting his hips up driving his cock even further into me. "Ahh fuck yeah, take me last neg load." When he came down from his high I climbed off his cock and made my way down in-between his legs, first to clean him off then to taste his cummy hole. I rimmed his hairy cum fille cunt for awhile until he couldn't take it anymore. "Oh my god that feels so good but damn, I need anther toxic load. Please breed me again make sure your seed does the job." You don't have to tell me twice. I slowly pushed my hard dick deep inside him. I could see my slow pace was driving him insane. "You like that poz cock inside your neg body don't you?" "Holy fucking shit, YES!" He screamed out, "fuck my ass knock me up. Free me!" I picked up my pace and was soon jackhammering his cunt. The look on his face was pure bliss. We lost track of time so I don't know how long we were at it until I started to blast my load. "Well I don't know for sure but after three toxic loads in your well prepped ass I'd say your neg days are numbered." I pulled out and laid next to him. He put his arm around me and squeezed. "Thank you so much. I had no idea when I started the day that I'd end up here." "No regrets?" "None, this feels so fucking freeing I can't explain it." "You don't need too, I totally understand. So, other than your leader James, are you the first potential poz member?" "Well as far as I know yes." "Mmm fuck that's hot." We dozed off and woke up in the morning to several text messages all from members of his little club. Apparently his boys had made sure to spread the news that their father had taken the poz plunge. I told him to get on all fours and proceeded to give him load number four. I also took a few pics of my dick inside his cummy hole for him to send to his guys. While he was busy texting I jumped in the shower. He stuck his head in the bathroom a few minutes later. "Hey sexy, I'm going to head to my room to get cleaned up. I'll meet you downstairs with the others in an hour to catch the shuttle. "Oh and by the way, you're a fucking hero and the guys want you to join our little group." Mmm more neg holes to convert, that definitely works for me. For our flight to Atlanta I made sure I was working the back of the plane because there was no way in hell I trusted myself not to jump Charlie everytime I saw his tight ass. But the hardest part was keeping a straight face with Mindy. "Oh my god, did you see Captain Anderson when he bent over to help that lady with her bag? His ass looks so amazing in his uniform. I bet he wears them extra tight on purpose to drive us ladies crazy." Well he's definitely trying to drive someone crazy, it just ain't you. I just smiled at her, "well you're right, he certainly looks sharp in his uniform." "Thank God he's not gay or I wouldn't stand a chance against you." Holy shit it took every ounce of self-control not to brust out laughing. If she only knew he still had my toxic cum in his ass. "We missed hanging out with you last night. I hope you'll join us tonight. We can dish about all the hot guys that work for the airline." "Oh that sounds like so much fun," not! "but I have a friend that lives here that I'm going to meet up with tonight." I gave her my saddest look. I was so going to hell. "Oh damn, we didn't get to hang at all." "Well hopefully we'll get to work together again soon." Yep definitely going to hell. We made good time and were soon on the ground. We checked into our rooms and I jumped in the shower to make sure I was all cleaned out. When I got out of the shower I noticed a text from Charlie, 'room 713'. I threw on a pair of shorts and t-shirt, grabbed my keys and headed out. I knocked on the door and my mouth hit the floor when the twins opened the door. Well damn this just got interesting.

I look forward to more cutting edge jokes about Dan Quayle and Spiro Agnew.

When I was with my first partner I was a top. He used to love taking me to the bath houses, Palm Springs, etc, and luring in bottoms for me to fuck. Was so hot with him there watching, talking us on, jacking his cock, etc. Now I'm a bottom and would love to have someone that would whore my ol' ass at at the baths, Flex, or wherever. Absolutely love an audience (and videoing) - brings out the primal pig in me for breeding. Oink!

I average gonorrhea twice a year - throat and/or butthole. My record is gono 3 x in a year -- 5 x in just 20 months. (Not even counting crabs, which I get 2-3 x a year, too, but it's hard to tell if it's a new infestation or just last month's that I didn't quite get rid of.)

I find I use hook up sites more for staying in touch than for hooking up. Hottest guy I met in a while was in the old fashioned sauna way - we just use apps to keep in touch and fix up meets apps generally get more selective, and that means people filter out so many people that (if they saw in person with less “choice”) they would go for apps have their place, but the old fashioned cruising place with a small selection and immediate need had a lot going for it - hope I don’t sound too old and nostalgic

Chapter 10 I can just imagine what the old security guard in the lobby was thinking as six sweaty guys reeking of cum got off the elevator and proceeded to leave the building at almost 3am. “Late evening doc?” “Hi Chester, you know me. I’m not satisfied until my patients have a positive outcome.” “You’re a good man doc. You shouldn’t work so hard. I hope you boys appreciate the good doctor here, giving up his Friday night.” I looked at the guard trying to keep a straight face. “We absolutely do sir. He’s positively the best.” With that we exited the building as fast as we could before one of us lost it. “What do think Chester would say if he knew just how positive the evening had really been?” Chad asked. “You boys are terrible. Didn’t you hear him tell you that you should be grateful to me?” Adam grinned and said, “oh doc believe me I’m VERY grateful!” “Okay you sluts, home. Now.” Adam, Chad and I started walking in the same direction towards our subway stop. “Hey I have an idea. You and Chad should crash at my place that way we’re altogether and don’t have to worry about coordinating schedules tomorrow.” “Sure Adam, and you wouldn’t have any designs on milking a couple more poz loads from Scotty and me, right?” He tried to look offended that we would even think that about him but he couldn’t hold it and was soon grinning from ear to ear. “Can’t blame a boy for trying. Come on doesn’t a sleepover sound fun?” He was wiggling his eyebrows up and down. “Good god I thought Scotty was a sex fend but he has nothing on you.” I started laughing. “Well what can I say, once you taste poz cum it becomes very addictive. I could go another round.” “Fuck you two are going to be the death of me.” Adam was laughing. “So is that a yes?” “Fuck it let’s do it.” We made our way to Adam’s apartment. Turned out he lives pretty close to Max’s shop so maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. I mean who needs sleep anyway. We were all naked pretty much the second Adam closed his door. I dove into Adam’s ass eating out some of the many loads he had buried deep inside his cunt. While Adam was busy sucking on Chad’s big dick. Honestly as much fucking as we’d done the last several hours it was amazing we had anything left. But yep I was rock hard again. I used some of the cum from his ass to lube my dick then plowed deep inside. I lost track of time and was soon shooting my load. Damn I’d topped more in one day than I had in months. I pulled out and Adam flipped around to clean me off while Chad took my place fucking the little slut. Chad fucked him like a machine making Adam whine like a bitch in heat. Chad slammed into his ass balls deep and let out a scream as he blasted his load. We all collapsed in a tangle of bodies. Pretty soon I dozed off with Chad’s arm wrapped safely around me. Saturday morning, or I should say afternoon, we made our way to the tattoo parlor. Max was at the front counter when we walked in. He saw us and broke out in a big smile. “You have no idea how hard I’m going to fuck your tight ass today. I hear you’ve become quite the slut. He gave me a big hug and grabbed my ass. God I knew I should have tried to seduce you the first time I saw you.” I gave him a passionate kiss. Fuck he could kiss. He greeted Chad and we introduced him to Adam who was drooling like a fucking fool. Max was about 6’4” not overly muscular but extremely fit and toned. Shoulder length blonde hair, three day stubble, piercings in both ears and he had amazing ink. “Damn you’ve got some new work since I’ve seen you last,” I said. He was wearing a white tank top which showed off full sleeves on both arms. He took off the tank top and turned around to show me his back which was now covered in devil wings, he also had a design down the outside of both legs which looked like it ran all the way from his ankle to his pits. But the one that made me rock hard was a new one on his chest, a very large bio haz on his right pec. “Fuck me that’s beautiful!” “I understand that’s what we’re doing for you today too.” “That’s exactly what he’s here for,” Chad said. “Have you decided where you want it?” “I’m thinking here on my hip,” I said pointing to the area I was considering. “Okay strip and let me take a look.” Now a month ago I’d have been like ‘you want me to do what?’ But now, fuck it. I didn’t even bat an eye. “You, ginger boy,” Max growled in his sexy voice, “you here for moral support or you getting your bio tat too?” “I’m not poz...yet.” “Strip boy,” Max said licking his lips. Adam wasn’t quite so sure but slowly started taking his clothes off. “Hey boy, when an alpha male gives you an order you comply immediately! Understand?” “Yes sir.” He started going a lot faster. Damn I liked this side of Max. “Okay Scott let me see.” I was standing in front of him totally naked. “Damn, I do good work,” he smirked as he looked over his past designs. “Yea with your hairy chest it wouldn’t look the best on your pec. I think you’re right, your hip is a better spot. Turn around. Hey Chad come here for a sec.” Chad and Max were whispering behind my back. “Fuck yeah that’s prefect,” Chad agreed. “Umm guys, what’s perfect?” “None of your concern. Chad here’s paying for it so you don’t need to worry it.” Oh fuck. “Now you ginger boy, front and center. Hands behind your back. Damn I’ve always wanted a ginger of my own. You say you’re still neg?” “Well I was Sir, but not sure after last night.” “How many poz loads you take?” “Honestly I’m not sure sir. I lost count.” “It was probably around ten or so,” Chad said. “That’s a good start. Turn around. Fuck look at that virgin canvas just waiting for its first ink. I’m going to have fun with you. You like being told what to do don’t you ginger?” I saw him start to shake a little but damn if his small cock didn’t start to get hard. “Max noticed and said, “yep that’s what I thought. I think we have a good little sub on our hands.” I think Adam was starting to wonder if maybe he should have stayed in bed instead of coming with us. Max’s business partner Tommy was just finishing up with a customer so when he was done he had him join us. “Boys this is Tommy. He’s almost as good as me,” he said grinning. “Don’t believe a word he says. I taught him everything he knows.” “You wish. Okay as I was saying, Tommy here’s going to take care of Adam while I do Scott.” Tommy, Chad and Max conferred for a few minutes and had evil grins on their faces. Poor Adam. “Scott you’re with me, Adam, follow Tommy and Chad. This won’t hurt too much.”

I find most hookup apps are bullshit. I have met some great guys online but I have also and most recently, met a lot of flakes and lossers. I try not to have any expectations when I meat anymore. Also I find ones age plays a big part on how you experience hookup apps. When you're young, there is still bullshit but you at least get a response and actually get contacted. As you age the fuckery and bullshit increase exponentially. No it's not from from just twinks a lot of older guys are flakes or have damaged personalities.

once I started taking cock raw....I was hooked....I new the risks....but loved the pleasure...…..just could not stop.....its what I live for

2. Doug Even though it was your typical fall morning in LA and I had a heavy comforter over me, I was still freezing when I woke up. When I tried to move, every muscle in my body protested, and the simple act of sitting up in bed was almost more than I could do. I felt like a freight train had hit me. I didn't even bother looking at the time; I laid back down and went back to sleep. About an hour later, I woke up again. This time, I was almost swimming in a pool of sweat and I had thrown off all the covers. My muscles still ached and I could tell I had a fever. Against my body's protests, I got out of bed. I was still in a jock strap from last night; if my fever-addled memory was correct, I had barely been able to drag myself the ten feet from the galley to the forward stateroom, much less fully undress. Despite my sickness, my dick was still straining against the pouch. I pulled on a pair of sweats, and slowly, carefully made my way to the galley. I found my phone; there were two messages. The first was from Sara, she had something come up and wasn't going to be able to come home this weekend. I texted back, saying I had the flu, and next weekend would be far better. The second was from Greg, wishing me a good morning. "I wish. Woke up with a fever, aching muscles, and cold sweats." "Really?" he texted back, adding a heart at the end. "Yeah. You think?" "It could be. You've certainly been taking enough infected cum." "That's true. But nothing in the past day." "You've got the fuck-flu," Greg texted me back. "That was how I was. Sick as a dog. Horny as a rabid weasel." He typed some more. "Fucking hot." "You want to breed me this morning?" I asked. "Gotta go to classes right now. You know that. We've still got our regular play date this afternoon." "You going to give me more poz loads?" I asked. Despite my illness, my dick was insistent and this afternoon seemed far in the distance. "Yeah. Of course. But really. how are you feeling?" "Like death." "Fuck Yeah! I want you to get another load before I come over." Greg texted back. "Find some poz escort and pay him for his poz spunk." "When I'm like this?" "Nothing like kicking a man when he's down. I will want a full report when I get there." He did want me fucked that morning. "Sure thing. You know best." The reply would annoy him. I also knew I would pay for it this afternoon when he would be fucking me. Even so, I couldn't resist. I pulled out my laptop, and crawled out of the cabin onto the deck of the boat. The sun was shining brightly; it was a perfect Southern California morning. It was almost too bright, but I was able to just read the screen as I logged into BBRT. Unsurprisingly, there were not a lot of guys online on a Tuesday morning. However, I soon found myself chatting with an escort named "MedStud9." MedStud9 was in his mid-thirties, mostly muscle, with a thick 9" cock that made my mouth water and my ass twitch. His profile was carefully discreet. There were "Ask Mes" under too many of the fields, including HIV status and drug use. His name was Shay, and he was definitely into me, although that might have just been good marketing on his part. We quickly agreed on a price for the morning. He wasn't far away, and could be at the marina within thirty minutes. Despite feeling tired and sore, I finalized the arrangements with Shay, I packed a bowl, and took a few hits. Despite the aching in my muscles, I forced myself to take a shower. I wanted to be clean for Shay. Drying off, feeling my muscles protest against my every move, and I wondered what I was getting myself into. I took another hit of the weed. It helped me to relax a bit. Luckily, before I could have any more doubts about the plan, my phone buzzed, and there was a text message from Shay, announing that he was at the gate. I pulled on a pair of shorts and t-shirt, and walked down the dock to get him. He matched his pictures well, although perhaps a bit older, and a bit more muscle. Overall, it suited him just fine, and any apprehensions I might have had about the encounter quickly evaporated. "I'm Shay," he said, shaking my hand as he stepped through the gate onto the dock. "Doug," I said. "Just down here." I walked towards my boat, and he followed behind me. "Nice ass," he said. I looked back, and he was smiling. "We're going to have some fun this morning." "I hope so," I said. He ended up helping me onto the boat. I felt how strong he was, and had a momentary brush with his body, feeling his warmth against me. I wondered how he would feel on top of me, his cock inside me. Once on the boat, he put a backpack down on and took a seat, spreading his legs wide. As his shorts pulled tight over his crotch, I could tell that he was just as hung as his profile said he was. "Want anything to drink?" I asked. "Some water would be great," he said. I headed into the galley, and poured us two glasses of water. When I came back, he had pulled out a pipe from his backpack, and was slowly heating it up. "What's that?" I asked. "You know, some tina," he replied. "You want some?" "Tina?" I asked. I had heard it before, but was still unsure of exactly what it was. "Slang. Crystal." "Meth?" I asked, a bit incredulously. "Yeah." He inhaled deeply, then exhaled a thick white cloud. With the way I was feeling, it would be a bad idea to try it, but the dark part of my mind couldn't stop thinking about what it must feel like. I shook my head no. "You sure?" "I'm sure." He did another hit from the pipe and exhaled. "What does it feel like?" I found my pipe, this one filled with weed, and did a hit for myself. "Like anything is possible. Like sex is the best thing in the world." He reached down and grabbed his crotch. "Gets me hard every single time." "Nice," I said. "So," he said, "You poz? Neg? Dunno?" "Dunno," I said. "I mostly bareback these days." "Hell yeah," he said. "Only way to fuck. You even bareback with poz guys?" "Yeah," I said. I felt suddenly self-conscious about this admission. I hadn't really said it out loud. Greg had told me his status, but most of the others, I just assumed. "You chasing?" "Chasing?" "You know, bug chasing? Trying to get pozzed up?" "Uh," I said. Greg had told me about bug chasing as well. He had told me how he had begged his poz uncle to infect him. But despite everything I had done over the past few weeks, I still wasn't ready to call it bug chasing, even to myself. "I mean, I'm not seeking it out, if that's what you're asking." "Yeah?" He grinned. "You sure? When was the last time you got fucked?" "This weekend." "Was he poz?" He took another hit from his glass pipe. "Yeah," I said. "He was." Saturday, Max had come over. Then, on Sunday, it was another hook-up from BBRT." "Did you ask him?" "His profile said he was." "Are you going to ask me? I mean, it wasn't in my profile." "I wasn't planning on it," I said. I bought some time by doing another hit from the pipe. I held it as long as I could, before I coughed out the acrid smoke. Shay was doing another hit from his pipe. The glass pipe and clear white crystals had a clinical elegance that gave them a hint of malignant foreboding. "You sure?" Shay asked, as he exhaled a thick white cloud. He reached down and grabbed his crotch. It was a good-sized bulge already. "Not even hard yet," he said, noticing me staring. "Come on. Ask me. I know you want to know." I did another hit of the pot. As I exhaled, I asked. "Ok," I said. "Are you poz?" "I am. And I'm not on drugs. "That means you're really dangerous, right?" Greg had tried to explain it to me, right before we had sex for the first time. It was only afterwards, after he had deposited two loads in me that I started to get nervous. But then, I had let him cum in me so many more times. Even when I had promised myself I wouldn't let him fuck me raw, he had managed to convince me of the positive necessity of barebacking. "Yeah," Shay said. "I guess you can say that." He stood up, and pushed his shorts down, over the bulge from his cock, down his thick, hairy thighs, and then down around his ankles. He sat back down with his legs spread. His cock stuck out, hard, erect and proud. "You like this cock?" I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I could barely speak, so I just nodded. It was a lot easier now, now that Greg had helped me open up, now that Max had forced me to enjoy it, and now that all the other men had shared their pleasure with me. "It's dripping for you. I don't see a doctor much. But last time, he said I had one of the highest viral loads he's ever seen." He shook his dick. I saw the bead of pre-cum wiggle. I wanted to know what it tasted like. "You want to suck my infected dick?" "Yeah," I said. The drop of pre-cum had grown and it was starting to dribble down the back of his cockhead. I wanted to lick it off before it disappeared. In my fever-clouded brain, his infected sperm seemed like it might be the cure to my illness. In truth, his seed would only make it far, far worse. "I do." "Well, come on man," he said. He held his cock by the base and waved it a bit. "It's right here for you." I must have hesitated or something. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Are you scared?" "Yeah," I said. He had admitted to not taking any medicine for his HIV. He admitted to not even seeing a doctor. He used hard drugs in front of me. He had sex for money. I wondered what else he did that he wasn't telling me about. "Come on," he said. "It's nothing you haven't done before. It's nothing you haven't dreamt of. I bet you got off to it." I nodded, remembering my darker masturbatory fantasies. "We're going to have a great time today too. Come on," he continued, motioning me to come closer. "Give it a kiss. Lick up that pre-cum for me." I didn't need a lot of convincing. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. The way it moved almost imperceptibly with his every heartbeat entranced me. I took a step forward, and dropped to my knees. I leaned in and braced myself against his legs. His body was solid muscle, no doubt the result of hours in the gym. His dick was just as hard as the rest of him, and there was still the drop of pre-cum at the tip of it. I licked it up. "Oh fuck," he moaned in reaction to my tongue. He looked down at me. "Swallow it for me, man. Swallow it." I closed my mouth, and ran my tongue against my teeth, before swallowing. His pre-cum would be rich with sperm, virus, and perhaps also the drugs he used; rubbing it into the most tender parts of my mouth ensured it would do the most good. "Fuck," Shay said. "You're a nasty man. Suck it all the way down." I leaned back in. His dickhead brushed against my lips. It was warm and slightly wet from my tongue. I opened my mouth, just enough to allow him to enter me. It was hardly the first time I had sucked another man's cock, but yet, each time it was still hard to overcome so many years of being told cocksucking was dirty and wrong. I hesitated, but my sexual needs overwhelmed what little moral doubts remained. I stretched my jaw wide open, and let his cockhead fill my mouth. "Oh yeah," Shay moaned. "That's what I need. Suck on my hard cock. My hard poz cock." He emphasized his disease. My own dick started to throb. As soon as I was comfortable with his dickhead in my mouth, I began to work my way his shaft. His dick was exactly what you would want in a man: it was long, but at nine inches, it wasn't too long. Unlike a lot of other hung guys, his cock was also hard. It was thick enough around that I wondered how much blood it took to fill. Shay had to get light-headed when he got hard. "All the way down," Shay said. His cockhead was just about to hit the back of my throat, and I had barely gotten a third of it in my mouth. I was glad that I had been practicing on Max. I couldn't get all of his in my mouth yet, and his was even a bit larger than Shay's. "I want to see you gobble up all of my infected dick." "Mmmmmm," I grunted. All the other men, Greg and Max and Jason and Nathan and the countless random strangers, their cum had turned into a blessing and a gift. Did I fear Greg's first infected load as much? Or even more? Something about Shay's dangerous, masculine swagger to him made wonder if this load of semen was going to be a blessing or a curse. "Mmmmmm," I grunted again. It was the last thing I could say before Shay's cock pushed its way into my throat. His cock more than filled my throat and his thick meat pressed against the walls, blocking my ability to speak or even breath. I struggled against my every instinct to get it out. I forced myself to accept his shaft and give it pleasure. "Yeah, cocksucker. Make love to my AIDS-bone." I looked up at him. He was staring at his pipe. "You're doing pretty good on my pipe. Time for me to work on this one." He held the torch under the bowl, carefully heating it up. "You know. This stuff gets me all twisted. You think you're ready for that?" My head was impaled on his dick, but I shook it as best I could. "I can get all warped and verbal. You want me like that?" I nodded in agreement again. "Now, this is your choice. How many hits should I take?" He reached down and held my hand up. I had no idea what tina did; Max had talked about it, but without much detail. I put up three fingers. It seemed like a reasonable dose for coke. "Good choice," he said. "Now suck me off." I swallowed, and pressed down on his cock. As he inhaled, I managed to get to the base of his dick. I was disappointed to see he had trimmed his pubes, but there was still a thick bush that captured faint hints of the morning workout. We both inhaled deeply, me of his sweat and soap, and Shay of the clouds from the pipe. "Mmmmm," Shay moaned, as he pulled the pipe from his mouth. "Just suck me." He was holding his breath. While he held his hit, I counted the strokes my mouth made on his cock. First one, then two, and then three. I was up to twelve before he exhaled. "Fuck yeah," he grunted. "Suck my infected dick." I pulled off the full length of his shaft, and gulped furiously of air. As much as I needed that air, I also needed to be sucking on his diseased cock. I needed my throat filled with his poisonous drippings. I took one last gulp of air, and returned my full attention to his manhood. "That's what I need," Shay said. "Hot mouth on my poz dick." He put a hand on the top of my head, and gently pressed down. With the pressure he was exerting, he wasn't forcing his dick into me. Instead, it was clear reminder of what he expected me to do on my own. I tried my best, forcing myself to take another inch of his shaft into my throat. He moaned, and pressed a bit harder. It was the prompt I needed, and I let the last of his thick penis into my mouth. My lips wrapped around the base, pressed up against his sandy-brown bush. "Doing a great job there man," Shay said. "Getting my poz cock ready. Getting it ready for your raw fucking hole. Your raw fucking hole." I shivered for a moment; from both a lingering apprehension about getting fucked raw and from the relentless presence of his pozcock in my throat. "Feel that hot neg hole of yours milk out a big load, thick and creamy with my virus." "Mmmmmm," I said as best I could with his cock buried deep in my throat. "Yeah, you want that virus? Don't you?" His cock was starting to drip pre-cum into my throat. "Mmmmmmm," I moaned. As the salty fluid started to seep into my body, the fear I had of him fucking me slowly disappeared, to be replaced by an anxiety around just the opposite outcome: that he would not fuck me. I was nodding my head. I wanted his seed in me, and it would do the most good injected deep into my ass. "Eaase?" I said, shaking my ass as well. "You're hungry for it, huh?" Shay said. "Hungry for my virus?" He took his hand off my head and finally let me get a breath of air. I gasped, trying to get as much oxygen as I could before he forced me back down on his dick. "Stand up," he said, pushing me off his cock. I felt empty, and started to protest. "I said, stand up," he said, this time more forcefully. I stood up. "Good," he said. "Now, strip. I want to see that neg ass before I fuck raw." Slowly, I took off my shirt and then my shorts. I hesitated for a moment, standing in front of him in only a pair of underwear. "All the way," Shay said, as he pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it aside. His chest was broad and muscular and was covered in a thick layer of hair. He was starting to sweat a bit, and I wondered what he would smell like after he had been fucking me all morning long. "You're now over-dressed." "Ok," I said, as I pushed down my underwear and released my cock. "Fuck, that's a nice piece of meat on you," he said. "You don't fuck?" "I do. Sometimes." "You're gonna destroy so many holes," he said. "Can't wait to watch you infect a few boys." My dick twitched. If what I felt was real, my dick would soon be just as powerful as Greg, Max, and Shay's cock. I'd be able to give the gift, rather than chasing it down. Shay's next line snapped me back to reality. "Turn around. Now show me what I'm gonna fuck." I turned around, and bent over slightly, pushing my ass towards him. I looked over my shoulder, and saw him stroking his shaft. It was still glistening from my spit and his toxic pre-cum. "Oh yeah," he said, noticing me staring. "I've got more than enough to inject into you." "Bend over some more," he continued. "Grab those cheeks and spread them for me." I did as he told me, exposing the most private part of my body to him. I had long made the decision to allow him inside of me; this was merely the ratification of it. "Now, that's a hole I can work with." I looked back again, this time through my legs. Shay was still stroking his beautiful cock. I didn't care that he had a deadly virus in his blood, nor that sex meant he would share it with me. All that mattered was that I got his cock. "Wanna go to the stateroom?" I asked. "Stateroom?" he repeated. "Yeah, it's what a bedroom is called on a boat. Who knows why." "Hell yeah," he said. "Lead the way." I stood back up, and headed towards the bow of the boat. The main stateroom was up front; most of the space was taken up by the bed. "This way," I said. Shay followed close behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body against my skin. Once in the stateroom, he wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me close. "Gonna breed that hole of yours. Give you the gift you've been craving for far too long." I shifted my legs, letting his cock slide between my ass cheeks. Like a poisonous snake seeking out it's prey, Shay's dickhead quickly found my anus. I was sweating but I shivered. It was hard to tell what part the fever was playing and what part was my sheer animal lust for Shay's cock. His HIV status was only a bonus. "Fuck me," I grunted. "Fuck me." "How do you want it? Tell me how you want me to fuck you." "Fuck me raw. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep," I grunted. "Just fucking bareback me." "Damn. That's what my poz dick wants to hear." He spun me around, gave me a quick kiss, then pushed me back on the bed. I landed in the middle, my legs almost instinctively going up. Shay jumped on the bed, immediately finding his place between my legs. His cockhead was quickly pressed up against my hole again. "Please man. Just give me your infected cock." I had grabbed his hips, and was trying to pull him closer to me. With one hand, Shay was holding up one of my legs. With the other, he was guiding his dick into my hole. "Just put it in me." "I'm trying man," he said, as a finger quickly pressed into my hole. "Just stay still for a second." I forced myself to stop for a moment and relax. I breathed in, and allowed my mind to stop racing. The fever, the pot, the poztalk, it had been overwhelming. Instead, I focused on the hardness pressing against my ass. I allowed my hole to relax. No longer working against my struggles, Shay's manhood slid easily into my hole. "Mmmmmm," I moaned in pleasure. In the frenzy of the past few weeks, even forty-eight hours without sex had felt like a drought. Even just barely two nights felt like far too long without cock. Sunday night, there had been Andre, a trick from on-line. But even being sick, it seemed so long ago. Since that first night with Greg, when I had felt his toxic warmth in me, I had been craving poz seed. But I was also afraid of it. As much as I wanted to be poz, I also remembered how bad it could be. I would have a very special gift, one that I would share widely and freely. I had been seeking out the toxic fluids from many men, and it was clear that I was going to get at least one more toxic load this morning. Shay's cock was already deep inside me. "Yeah," Shay moaned. "You're opening up for my poz cock. Come on. Let me drip my filth deep in your gut." His cock twitched, and I felt the familiar pleasure of pre-cum dripping into me. It was the merest hint of warmth, a slightly unfamiliar taste in the back of my throat as the chemicals from his body infiltrated my bloodstream. There would be heavier weapons soon entering my body soon; even his pre-cum would be full of the deadly virus. "Please," I moaned. "Give it to me. Fucking infect me." All I could think about was how his cock felt inside of me. Despite my knowledge of his status, I hadn't asked him about a condom. I knew what his answer was going to be, and I knew I wouldn't be able to say no to him. There was no choice but to let him enter me without protection. Besides, I had already taken so many poz loads, it would be unseemly to treat him any differently. "Make me poz," I grunted, as he slammed his cock into me. "Fuck yeah," Shay grunted. "Fucking take my poz cock. Let me infect you." Despite the steady stream of pre-cum dripping from his dick, I was still milking his cock hard. All I could imagine was getting more of his cum. In my feverish state, I had somehow convinced myself that my best hope was his cum. I knew there had been a reason for it, something more critical than how good his raw cock felt inside of me. "Fuck, your ass feels so hot. Like it's burning my cock." "Yeah?" I asked. "It's intense. You ok?" "I had a fever earlier." He slowed down his attack, sliding all the way into my hole. "You say you're not a bug chaser," he said. "But..." he continued. "Yeah," I said. "I take a lot of poz cum." "Your hole is on fucking fire. Feels like you got what was coming to you." He smiled. "Feels like the fuck-flu to me." He punched his dick in and out of my hole. "But don't worry. I'm still gonna still give you another load of my poison." He slammed into me, his dick forcing its way deep into my guts. I gasped, then grunted. "Please. Infect me with your AIDS cum." I didn't know where the voice had come from, but it was clear I had said it. "Give me your virus," my mouth said, seemingly under some other control. "Fuck yeah," Shay muttered, slamming his cock back into me. "Dripping that poz juice into you." His cock slid in and out of me, each long stroke evoking pleasure and pain in my guts. "Fucking take my poz cock," he said. I loved that he was poz and he was sharing his gift with me.

Author's disclaimer: Rape and sexual assault are major topics in the news as of late. In real life, there is a definite and legal necessity to obtain CONSENT from all involved parties when participating in sex. This story is complete fiction. It contains elements of non-consensual, risk-heavy sex and seroconversion. In pornographic stories of fiction and fantasy, we can explore fetishized privileges that, legally and/or morally, we should not attempt in real life. This story is a sequel to my original story, "The Broken Jock" which started in the "Bareback" section (Chap. 1 and 2) and then progressed to the "Bug Chasing and Gift Giving FICTION" section. The Broken Jock II: The Third Baseman My partner, Clyde, and I were all aglow with the realization that we finally got the sexy Adam (aka ShortStop91) to take our poz cocks bareback—plus we got to double penetrate the kid! He had been a conquest of ours for almost a year after discovering his profile on the safe-sex-only web site. We knew what softball team he was on because his picture on the web site showed the young, blonde-haired, stocky beef cake wearing his softball uniform. Clyde and I have gone to quite a few of their games to scope him out and enjoy watching him play; the whole time dreaming of one day getting our cocks inside that incredible ass. Our only disappointment in Adam was that we were not the first cocks to bareback and breed him. On the safe-sex only site, we tried luring him to come over plenty of times. We figured that he was getting lots of messages, because Adam's replies were either short or nonexistent. When he did reply, he was short with words. From what Hank told us, he and three of his buddies had successfully and aggressively barebacked Adam first only a couple weeks before, unopened condoms splayed out on the floor from the boy's pocket. But we were happy to take what we could get of him. Afterward, we got Adam to "buddy" us on both web sites so that his other safe-sex friends might consider spending a night with us. I'm John, the 63-year-old white-haired man who fucked Adam from underneath in that Folsom Motel room last weekend. Clyde is 67. He took Adam's hole from behind. Typically, Clyde and I have to rig condoms to break so that we can stealth the young men we find on the safe-only site. Our biggest turn on is when our poz sperm is shooting into young unprotected holes. After surely pozzing up the shortstop, Clyde and I were amped to try and get our bare cocks up the butts of one or more of Adam's teammates. Our next target was Tom, the 22-year-old third baseman. He is gorgeous with brown hair, blue eyes, a bubble butt and strong thighs that demand a top's attention. Clyde pointed out to me how his white uniform pants allowed everyone to see through to the straps of his jock just below his ass. Now that Adam is used up, (we've heard from Hank that an old perv named Leon is going to be fucking him regularly now) Clyde keeps talking about Tom. This morning Clyde is still in his lycra bike shorts and I can see his massive cut hardon when he tells me that he wants to discuss our plans for sinking our raw cocks up that sweet ass on the third baseman. He found Tom’s profile on a different dating site, where we discovered that he (or JockCub13) is a versatile bottom who likes 1-on-1 or to bottom for couples, he’s neg, and condoms are a must. His profile picture was just his cute face, but we already know what his amazing body looks like. "We'll probably have to stealth him," Clyde advised, "he doesn't say on here anything about poppers, but we'll need those, too." I offered, "Maybe we should have condoms on when our cocks are in his mouth. That way he'll be convinced that we're rubbered up for his hole, too." "Hmmm. If our mission is poz up his hole before he knows it, that might be how it needs to go down," Clyde agreed. "Maybe which ever one of us is dicking his throat and poppering the boy up can signal to the ass-fucker when it's time to rip off the condom and push back in. The first one of us to cum inside him needs to be discreet and slow about it so that he doesn't suspect anything. Well, at least until he gets a second load." "Sounds good," I said. "Let's message him now!" 243sum: "Hey, JockCub13. You're looking hot! We're a couple of tops with big dicks and big bed. If you want 2 men to take good care of your hole, let us be of service to you." After messaging Tom, Clyde was checking for replies all afternoon. At 4 o'clock, we got a reply. JockCub13: "Hi, guys. I like that idea! I'm at a softball after-game thing at the bar right now. Can I come over around 6 or 7? Here's my cell: 555-6509" 243sum: "That's a good plan. We're John and Clyde (me). Come over when you can. We'll text you our address. Wear your jock, too!" ------------------- Before Tom arrived, we decided that Clyde would fuck the boy first, so he got the rigged condoms ready, put on his cock ring and lubed up his bare cock with Crisco. At a quarter after six, Tom was at our door. Clyde let the boy in and closed the door. "Hi," he said. We didn't reply. He was wearing track pants, a t-shirt and sneakers. Clyde put his hand on the boy's butt, while I felt up his hardening dick through the smooth material of the track pants. He was wearing his jock underneath, and nothing else. When his dick was rock hard, I was able to move it to the side so that it was sticking out from the side of his jock pouch, the mushroom-shaped cockhead obscenely visible under the shiny material. I rubbed the head of his cock and heard him moan. That's when Clyde pushed Tom's track pants down. I knew Clyde was using his middle finger to feel up the boy's hole. Tom's dick began to drip precum, so I got on my knees to taste it. As soon as my tongue lapped over the boy's cock slit to taste his sweet precum, he shuddered and bent forward slightly, offering his butt more fully to Clyde. Clyde couldn't restrain himself. With his hard fuck stick already greased up, he stood up behind the boy, pressed his hand on Tom's back and started to push his unsheathed plug of a cockhead against Tom's hole. I sucked on Tom’s dick more aggressively to help the boy submit to being penetrated bareback. “Ah!" Tom moaned. But when Clyde started pushing his massive cock up Tom's tight chute, he cried out, "Wait! Wait!!" Clyde covered Tom's mouth with his hand as he pushed his poz daddy cock deeper into Tom's butt. "Arrrrrrrr!" "Take my cock, kid," Clyde coached. "You need my cock inside you. Just take it." Knowing that Clyde was able to get Tom to take his cock without a condom meant that we needed to get him over to the bedroom. I got off Tom's dick to lead the two of them over, but we only got as far as the back of the couch when Clyde announced that he was all the way in. That was my cue to get the poppers. I reached over to the end table and opened the brown bottle and immediately placed it under Tom’s first nostril. Ecstatic over the opportunity to fully bareback Tom’s neg hole, Clyde was already trying to plow into him aggressively, causing Tom to yell out behind Clyde's hand. With only his nose to breathe from, Tom had to take in the poppers when he inhaled. I stood there, guiding the bottle under each nostril about 6 or 8 times until Tom was flying. “He’s lit,” I reported to Clyde, and then I knelt back down to continue sucking the third-baseman’s dick, which was now dripping profusely with his sweet precum. Clyde removed his hand from Tom’s mouth. “Ahhh! Fuck! Fuck!” he cried out. “Yeah, Tom. That’s a sweet hole you’ve got milking my cock. Keep doing that! I’ve been wanting to get my cock up your ass since the moment I saw it on the field.” Clyde kicked the kid’s legs apart for better leverage and full access to his unprotected hole. When Clyde put Tom’s right leg up on the arm of the couch, I could see that at the crotch of Tom’s white jock strap, Clyde’s cock ring was pressed up against his young butthole. At over three times Tom’s age, Clyde was playing out his ultimate daddy top fantasy of pistoning his entire poz rod up a 22-year-old jock-strapped neg butt. “Damn nice.” “Fuck that jock, Clyde. He wants it.” Tom didn’t protest anymore. He was giving up his neg hole to a strange man's cock without using any protection, probably for the first time. He had probably fantasized about being barebacked. Clyde was fucking Tom harder. He had that determined look that he gets when topping young guy's ass, I’m sure he was thinking about how he was going to knock up Tom good. I know I was. “He wants that raw cock. Don’t you, Tom?” “Fuck! Fuck! This isn’t sa…” Clyde covered Tom's mouth again, and kept fucking the boy harder. Clyde made his shut-up look at me. I opened the poppers and got the jock lit up so Clyde would have the best chance at breeding that warm, neg hole before the kid smartened up again. On Tom’s sixth hit on the poppers, Clyde was getting close. “Fuck yeah, boy! I'm going to own that sweet hole, give it up to me,” Clyde demanded. “Ah!” Tom was grunting something, muffled by Clyde’s hand clinched tight over his mouth. I put the bottle down and went back to watching Clyde’s large raw cock fuck in and out of the jock’s hole. There it was. My Clyde’s huge poz cock shaft with Tom’s neg pink hole stretched around it. “AAAhhhh!” Clyde’s shaft pulsed once before it was pushed in to the hilt, and I new the deed was getting done. “Fuck yeah, Tom! Take my load to third base, you handsome fucker! Ah, goddamn! Fuck! Hold him steady, John. I'm still unloading. I want every fucking sperm swimming inside you, Tom.” I watched as Clyde started fucking the kid again. I know how he likes to fuck his jizz into a freshly bred hole. After a few strokes, I could see some of Clyde’s semen making a white ring just outside Tom’s hole. As Clyde continued to fuck his toxic seed into the beautiful jock’s perfect butt, he said, “You’re staying over, Tom.” Tom nodded in compliance, and Clyde removed his hand from the kid’s mouth again. “Damn! You came inside me? Aaaah!” he said half worried, half aroused. Clyde pulled out and pushed the jock down to suck his daddy cock clean. The third baseman dropped to his knees and worshipped Clyde’s cock with his mouth while I got the bed ready.

PART 6 As Grant’s dick slowly churned the poz cum inside Conrad’s fuckhole, my bro just kept grinning—a less angelic grin than before, almost a little evil—and his eyes radiated the dark intensity of a truly trashed-up chempig. “I’m so proud of you, bro,” I said to him, and he looked at me with that same grin. “This is fuckin’ amazing, bro,” he replied. “Ever since you put that needle in my arm, all I can think is dick. Dick. I need dick. I love dick. Fuck, dude! DICK.” That made everybody laugh. “I’m glad to hear that, boy. Slamming should do that to a bottompig like you.” Conrad growled hungrily, then turned to Grant. “Fuck, Daddy—that felt so good. Your cock, your cum. You fed me exactly what I needed, exactly where I needed it. Poz cum in my raw hole.” Right around that moment—as Grant and Conrad continued their Daddy-bro bonding with filthy pigtalk punctuated by the occasional deep kiss—my phone buzzed. It was a text from Rick, my buddy at the front desk of the bathhouse. If you’re up for another conquest tonight, he wrote, I’ve got a candidate for you. Hot little self-righteous condom-Nazi with a gorgeous furry butt. I replied right away, telling him that Recruit #1 was already a trashy slampig, so I had time to bring another boy to the dark side. Rick texted right back: Fuck yeah! You’ll find him sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi. I want to see his pupils get bigger than fuckin quarters. And then I want to destroy his slammed-up hole. (This is why I love playing with Rick: for him, innocence is only acceptable if it’s up for immediate destruction.) I didn’t want to miss this boy at the Jacuzzi, so I grabbed Jason—Grant’s furry pigboy—and asked him to give me a hand. Then I pulled Conrad down from the sling and said it was time to rinse off. I assured Daddy Grant that his boys would return soon, then ushered Conrad and Jason out the door with their towels draped over their shoulders. As the three of us walked past a steady stream of half-naked men—many of them leering at us, some reaching out to brush their hands against Conrad’s boyish skin—I explained how the two of them could help me nail my newest victim. When we arrived at our destination, the three of us parted ways: I went to the Jacuzzi, and Jason and Conrad went into the group shower. (At this particular bathhouse, anyone sitting in the Jacuzzi can ogle the dudes in the shower—the two areas are only a few feet apart.) As for Rick’s boy, I caught sight of him immediately. He was maybe in his mid-20s, short and compact, with a perfect dusting of fur across his muscular little chest. A little bit of scruff. Rugby players’ legs. A nice piece of uncut meat between his legs. And that face—the kind of angelic face that demands to be stuffed full of cock. As I slowly walked down the hot tub stairs and submerged myself in the water, I made sure that my cock stayed above the surface long enough for my new target to see it. He saw it, alright—and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stared back. And as I sat down on the ledge across from him, I cocked my head to indicate he should sit with me. He didn’t hesitate for a second. As he walked my way, I got a clearer look at his ridiculously defined six-pack, not to mention his rapidly-growing cock. Best of all, when he spun around to sit down on the ledge next to me, I got a quick peek at his ass. Rick wasn’t kidding—this boy had the kind of butt that gangfucks were made for. We started with a little small talk. His name was Dylan. He was a grad student, and he’d been in the area for about six months. But just as I began to turn the conversation in a more filthy direction, everyone in the Jacuzzi started pointing to the showers—and once we looked, we couldn’t stop staring, because Jason and Conrad were putting on quite a show. This was all part of my plan, of course. I’d instructed Jason and Conrad to walk into the shower area as if they didn’t know each other. I’d told them to choose adjacent showers. I directed Conrad to begin soaping up his hot young jockbutt, and I told Jason to respond by jacking his stiffening cock. By the time Dylan and I started watching, Jason was already fingering Conrad’s hole and asking him to squeeze out a little cum from his last breeding. We watched as a thick stream of white jizz came streaming out of Conrad’s butt, which earned an audible grunt of appreciation from the cumpigs in the hot tub. By the time Jason pushed Conrad against the railing of the Jacuzzi and started pounding him raw, I was rubbing my finger across the surface of Dylan’s tight little furry fuckhole, earning a little moan in the process. His cock was rock-hard as he openly gaped at the bareback fuckshow in front of us. “Pretty hot, huh?” I said, continuing to run my finger across the entrance to his hole. “Fuck yeah—it’s definitely hot. But not for me, man—I play safe, you know?” “Oh, that’s cool—so do I.” He turned to me and gave me an appreciative smile. Then I leaned over and whispered in his ear: “And I have rubbers in my room. So when can I fuck you?” He didn’t answer, but simply stood up and walked to get his towel, the muscles in his butt flexing with every step. He glanced back and gestured for me to join. Following close behind, I watched him clamber out of the Jacuzzi, his leg swinging up to the edge as he climbed out the side of the pool—a maneuver that briefly exposed his fuckhole. One way or another, I said to myself, consensual or not, this boy’s butt is taking my raw dick tonight. Just then, the fuck between Jason and Conrad was reaching its noisy climax. Jason was asking my lil’ bro all sorts of questions: do you like being a fuckin’ bareback slut at the bathhouse? Do you like giving up your wrecked pighole to total strangers? Are you gonna take loads in your slopped-up hole all fucking night? Conrad didn't answer, exactly, beyond a half-coherent litany of nasty pigspeak, his slammed-up brain unable to perform basic processes while that big raw dick was pounding his hole. He just kept saying things like fuck, fuck, fuck, breed it fucker, fuckin’ A, fuckin’ use this hole, use my hungry cunt. Knock it up. Please, please knock it up. Fuck! Goddammit, you hot pig motherfucker… Then I heard Jason start to breathe heavily as his dick slapped faster and faster against that cum-flooded hole. Then came a few more questions: You want my fuckin’ load in your slopped-up hole, huh? You hungry for my cum? You wanna get fuckin’ pregnant, dude? Yes, shouted Conrad, nearly delirious with hunger. Fuckin’ yes. Fuckin’ breed me. Please. Please, please breed me. I’m so fuckin’ hungry for that seed. Ohmigod—ohmigod—I feel it—I feel it—fuck yeah! Gimme your load, dude. Thank you. Oh, fuck! Thank you. Thank you. Ohmigod—FUCKER! Everyone in the hot tub could see Jason’s whole body shake as he unleashed his poz cum inside my lil’ bro, Conrad grinning like a little kid as he milked that dick clean with his hungry jockbutt. When Dylan and I turned to leave, I caught a quick glimpse of Jason’s softening cock, coated with fresh seed, pulling out of Conrad’s hole, only to be replaced right away by some random dude’s veiny, precum-dripping Daddy dick. My lil’ bro let out a guttural moan of approval as the new cock invaded his ass—and the whole time I just kept brushing my fingers against Dylan’s twitching, furry muscle hole. First, we took a brief detour to the front desk. I told Dylan that I needed an extra towel, but I actually needed to give Rick a signal that a new corruption project was underway. As I picked up the towel, I gave Rick a little wink, and he replied by mouthing the word “Oink.” As Dylan and I walked away, I looked back at the front desk and held up both hands, mouthing “10 minutes.” Rick answered with a thumbs-up while flashing an evil-pig grin. Back in the room, Dylan climbed up on the bed, got on all fours, and immediately began sucking my dick. Bobbing up and down on my poz shaft, he instinctively arched his back and aimed his hole at the ceiling. I fixed my sights on that quivering cunt, imagining just how incredible this negboy’s fuckhole would feel against the skin of my poz cock. I leaned down to kiss Dylan. It was important to make a good connection with this kid, to gain his trust. I’ve found that a good makeout session can help establish that kind of instant connection, especially if the boy is affectionate and eager for someone to take care of him. That was Dylan, all right—I could tell he was a sweet one. I wreck boys like him all the time: nice kids who somehow fall under the spell of a guy like me, a guy who lives to see virgin boyhole oozing thick white sperm, preferably streaked with ribbons of pink and red. Cum and blood: the keys to initiation and brotherhood. Dylan kissed me hungrily while I kept toying with his fuckhole. “Just curious, boy,” I whispered in his ear. “Do you like to get tied up?” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “Just as long as you don’t make the knots too tight. I kinda just want the illusion that I’m tied up, you know? I need to be able to escape if necessary.” “Oh, of course,” I replied, reaching into my bag to grab a handful of rope. I looped a few coils around his wrists, then made a loose knot on the bedposts so that he wouldn’t feel trapped. “That OK, boy?” He nodded with a big grin. I leaned down to kiss him again, and his body trembled with hunger and excitement. “I can’t wait to feel my cock slide inside you, Dylan. You’re such a sexy little fucker.” He responded with a happy murmur as I reached into my bag. OK, that’s enough affection for now, I thought to myself. It’s time for things to take a nasty turn. First, I grabbed a piece of piss-stained fabric and shoved it in his mouth. Then I reached up to the knots on the bedposts, and with a simple tug I tightened them so that Dylan couldn’t move his arms. His eyes grew wide, and he attempted to use his legs as leverage, but it was no use—I’d already pinned his thighs with my knees. “Sorry, kid,” I said. “When I tie a boy up, he’s fuckin’ pinned until I say otherwise. For real. No escaping, understand? Tonight you’re mine.” As Dylan attempted to scream through the fabric, I heard a knock at the door, followed by a key entering the doorknob. I looked back to see Rick come in with our buddy Santiago, another staff member. (Santiago, you see, is the kind of ruthless Latino top who just isn’t happy until he sees blood on his dick.) “Excuse me, guys, but we heard sounds of a struggle in here,” Rick said to me, doing his best to sound genuinely concerned. “We just wanted to make sure everything’s alright.” Dylan tried screaming again, but I muffled him even more by placing my hand over his mouth. “Everything's fine," I assured him. "I do have one small problem, though: I need some help getting this boy under control. See those ropes on the bedside table?” Rick nodded and grabbed the ropes. Dylan, meanwhile, was trembling with fear—and that’s a major turn-on for me. When I see a boy get scared because he’s no longer in control, my cock twitches and I start drooling precum. I mean, look: there’s nothing hotter to me than watching a boy break. I love breaking ‘em down until they finally surrender and start begging for the raw dick they’ve always wanted. As Dylan kept trembling and whimpering, Rick and Santiago each grabbed a leg, bent him in half to expose his fuckhole, then secured his ankles to the bedposts. He struggled from time to time, and his head kept shaking back and forth in silent protest. But these protests were feeble—he knew he was fucked. I turned to Rick. “In the nightstand, you’ll find a needleless syringe. It’s all ready to go. A nice big fat dose.” He handed it over to me, and I inserted the plastic tip into Dylan’s hole as he gave me a pained, pleading look. “Don’t worry, boy. This is just some very, very special lube.” Then I pushed the plunger in, releasing the drugs into his fuckhole and bringing Dylan one step closer to the world of chemsex. With the chems quickly finding their way into Dylan’s system, I reached into my bag to grab one of my specially prepared condoms. (The preparation is pretty simple: I slice off the reservoir at the tip, so it only takes a few deep thrusts before my mushroom head bursts through the weak end of the rubber.) I held up the condom for Dylan to see, and relief flashed across his face. We were being safe after all! Then I rolled it onto my dick—making sure my boy didn’t catch sight of the hole at the tip—before pouring some lube on my shaft. Finally, with a slow thrust, I began sinking my poz dick and its useless rubber into this helpless negboy fuckhole. His cunt was warm and hungry from that giant booty bump, and I had no problem going balls-deep on the first push. I pulled back a few inches, then buried my dick all the way once more—at which point I felt my cockhead burst through the rubber, and my precum-covered cock got its first exposure to the warmth and wetness of Dylan’s unprotected fuckhole. A moment later, I pulled back out. The broken rubber now covered about two-thirds of my cock, and a string of precum connected the tip of my dick to the warm hunger of Dylan’s hole. “Sorry, dude,” I said to him, “Looks like the condom broke.” Fear entered his eyes again, and he tried to say something through the fabric stuffed in his mouth. “Dylan, I can’t hear what you’re saying. Don’t worry, though—I’ll ask somebody else. Hey, Rick? Look at this rubber. What should I do?” Rick shrugged. “Take off the rubber. Fuck his hole raw.” “Fuck yeah,” said Santiago. “Just breed that fuckin’ uptight faggot.” I looked back at our boy. “So tell me, boy: Should the three of us just bareback that sweet fuckhole of yours?” Dylan was screaming again, shaking his head back and forth, trying his best to fight his restraints. “Sorry, buddy—I really can’t hear what you’re saying. I guess we’re just gonna go with the majority, OK? Which means I’m gonna pound my cum deep inside you.” And with that, I ripped off the rubber and shoved my raw dick into Dylan’s partied-up butt. I leaned into him, looking directly into his eyes as I began to pump in and out of him with long strokes. He was starting to cry, but that just made my dick harder. “Don’t cry, buddy,” I said to him. “We’re only gonna fill your butt with three raw loads, that's all. You love bareback sex, don’t you?” “Well, at least part of him does,” Rick said, pointing to Dylan’s cock. It was rock-fucking-hard. “Your dick’s pretty hard, Dylan,” I said to him. “I guess some people might call this a rape. But what do you call it when you're raping a cunt that secret loves it?” I noticed that Rick and Santiago were starting to get naked, quietly unveiling the biohazard tats on their chests. And as I expected, Dylan saw the tattoos almost immediately, his eyes going wild with distress as he tried to yell through the muzzle. “I think he kinda likes the biohazard symbol,” said Santiago. "That makes two of us, Dylan," said Rick. "I'm glad to see you're so open-minded about taking our poz cocks bareback, even though we're not on meds." Either Dylan was exhausted or losing his voice, because he hardly made a whimper when he heard that. He just closed his eyes and quietly took my dick. A few moments later, as my pace quickened and my balls tightened, I leaned closer to Dylan. “I’m about to blow a fuckin’ load, boy. Where do you want it?” Now he was crying in earnest, still shaking his head back and forth, still making the occasional whimper. I turned to Rick. “I’m not sure, but I think he said he wants my cum in his hole.” “Yeah, that’s what I heard. Knock him up.” And then Santiago chimed in: “Fuck yeah, dude. Poz that sweet little butt.” At that, I felt Dylan’s hole clench. “His hole just squeezed around my cock. I think that means he’s consenting.” “Fuck yeah it does. Go for it,” Rick said. “Get this boy fuckin’ pregnant. Rape him full of the bug.” I turned back to Dylan. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? My unmedicated poz cum seeping into your bloodstream?” Dylan just closed his eyes and tried to say something. “I really wish I knew what you were telling me, boy. You must be begging for my toxic load in your sweet little hole. You wanna get loaded up, boy? I certainly hope so, ‘cuz I’m breeding you—I’m fuckin’ breeding you, bitch. Hear that, fag? Yeah? You like it? You hungry for some poz seed? That’s what I thought you said. YOU LOVE IT. Well, open wide, faggot, ‘cuz I’m pozzing your sweet neg hole right…fucking…now.” And just like that, I force-bred Dylan with a giant load of my poz cum. He was clearly in shock as I pulled my cock out of his hole—eyes glazed over, mouth wide open. Rick climbed onto the bed and immediately thrust his poz dick into our freshly bred boy, laughing when he saw the near-catatonic expression on Dylan’s face. “I think this kid is speechless with gratitude,” he said, slowly working his cock in and out of our new cumpig. “So let’s make him more grateful. Don’t we have a little something to brighten his day?” “Of course we do,” I replied, taking a few prepared rigs out of my bag. Then I leaned closer to Dylan. “Listen, boy: You want to take our raw dicks, don’t you? Well, this will make it easier for you to be our poz cumdump. But if we’re going to do this, I need you to sit very, very still, OK? Because otherwise you’ll just hurt yourself. Do you understand? That means no struggling, boy. Got it?” As I was saying that, Rick placed a blindfold over Dylan’s eyes, then a tourniquet on his arm, all while keeping his cock lodged deep in the boy’s hole. Then he spoke to Dylan. “We need you to nod for us, boy. Let us know that you understand. You need to be still. Perfectly still. Got it?” A pause, followed by a slow nod from Dylan. “Good boy,” I said. “Now, you’re going to feel a little pinprick in your arm. Again, do not move your arm. Just keep your arm still.” During this little speech, I was busy inserting Dylan’s rig in my arm, capturing some of my blood in the chamber. Then I lined up that same syringe with a vein in Dylan's forearm. “Such a good boy,” I assured him. “OK, here’s the pinch. Stay still.” I inserted the dirty needle in his vein, then pulled it back to mix his blood with mine. “You’re being very good, boy. Just stay like you are.” It only took a few more seconds to push the contents of that fat rig—including a fresh infusion of my poz blood—into the boy’s bloodstream, remove the needle, and release the tourniquet. There was a sharp intake of breath from Dylan. Then Rick moaned. “Dude,” he said. “I love fucking a boy’s hole when he gets slammed up, because his butt gets about 10 degrees warmer as soon as you administer that hit.” As Dylan began a violent coughing fit, Rick’s eyes rolled back and he groaned. “Fuckin’ A. His cunt is convulsing with every cough. I’m not gonna last long inside this boy.” As for Dylan, after a few moments of near-panic, he began to relax. His head tilted back, his mouth opened up. He let out a deep moan. As soon as Rick heard that sound emerge from Dylan, he started working the boy's hole—and with every thrust inside that furry slammed-up cunt, moan sounded a little more like a hungry growl. I leaned closer to Dylan. “OK, slampig. How do you feel about raw cock now?” He paused, then slowly shook his head a few times, just like before. Then another pause. And as Rick’s cock plunged its full length into his hungry butt, Dylan started slowly nodding. “Wait—is that a yes, boy? Are you trying to tell me that you want raw dick?” He nodded again, more vigorously this time. “Is that slam making you hungry, boy? Hungry to get pounded and bred and pozzed?” This time, the nod was almost violent. I could even hear him yelling “Yes” through the fabric. “OK, boy,” I continued, “If we let you speak again, are you going to accept what we’re giving you? Are you going to be a grateful and obedient fuckhole?” Another nod. “Well, here’s your test. When I take this fabric out of your mouth, the first thing I want to hear is ‘Please knock me up.’ Got it?” A nod. “Good boy. Now do it.” I started to remove the makeshift muzzle, and I could hear him saying the phrase through the muffled fabric already. Over and over he said it—“please knock me up,” “please knock me up.” In fact, for those first 30 minutes of speaking, with that giant slam still rushing through his bloodstream, “please knock me up” appeared to be the only thing he knew how to say. And that was just fine, because getting knocked up was the only thing he really needed to do that night. I laid down next to him and whispered in his ear. “So tell me the truth: you’ve always wanted to be a cumpig. Isn’t that right, boy?” “Yes,” he replied. “I wanted cum so bad. Raw dick. Uninhibited fucking. I’ve been so scared, but I’m not scared anymore.” “Good boy. You shouldn’t be scared. You should be proud. Proud to take raw dick, proud to be a true bottom—a bottom who surrenders everything to his top—and above all, proud to be free from the fear of getting pozzed. You remember those dudes fucking in the shower?” "Yeah. That was fuckin' hot." "Well, those are my friends. I set that whole thing up. I asked them to do that in front of you, because I knew it would activate your inner cumpig. I knew it would get you thinking about raw cock, about anonymous dick, about embracing the needs of that hungry fuckin' cunt of yours." I took off Dylan’s blindfold. His pupils were enormous, but his eyes shone with an odd combination of happiness and hunger. “Thank you,” he said to me. “Thank you for giving me what I needed, even before I knew that I needed it.” We fell into a deep kiss just as Rick’s body shuddered violently, his dick delivering pulse after pulse of poz cum inside this slammed-up boy’s hungry hole. Dylan let out another groan, whispered "Thank you so much, you fuckin' stud," and went back to making out with me. Finally I sat up, looking him deep in those jet-black pupils. “One more question, boy. After the three of us breed you, what are you gonna do?” He shot me a devilish little grin. “You mean…other than hunting for more loads?” “Good answer,” I said with a laugh. “And if you think you’re hungry now, you have no idea what’s coming. Because it won’t be long before we’ll slide another needle in your arm to get you even nastier and trashier, you twisted fuckin’ pig.” With that, Rick waved his cock over Dylan’s face, all slicked up with a heavy coating of fresh cum. And without saying another word—like any good pair of pigs—Dylan and I helped each other lick that poz dick clean. MORE TO COME…

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…

It's just one top. One single guy is responsible for this mass pozzing. :-p