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I went to the cruising park on my lunch hour last night, it was kind of late so I didn't expect anyone to be there. There was one car parked in the back, by the baseball fields. I drove down the road and parked near the tennis courts, as I don't like to be sucking and fucking so close to the entrance. I got out of my car to take a leak, and the other car started to reverse back to where I was. I finished my business and watched as the occupant of the other vehicle got out and walked over to the base of a large light pole. I walked over to see what was up, and saw a young black kid in his 20's leaning against the pole stroking a 7 inch hardon. I got on my knees and started sucking that cock. He was liking it, as he put his hands on my head and started fucking my mouth. As that was going on I pulled my pants down and started playing with my ass, hoping he'd be interested in sticking this shaft up there. It worked, because after 5 minutes or so of pumping my mouth he stood up and got behind me. I grabbed the lube out of my pocket and squirted some on my hole, then bent over. He wasted no time in shoving his dick inside, raw just like I wanted. After a couple strokes he started to really get into it, grabbing the back of my jacket and really slamming his dick into me. It was almost a hate fuck, he was grabbing my jacket so tightly it was getting tight around my throat but I didn't want to do anything to stop this young stud from taking what he wanted. All of a sudden he yanked his dick out and was taking off behind some trees. I turned around and saw a car coming down the path. Dammit. I hung out by the light pole since there really wasn't really anything else to do. Fortunately the car took off, and the black youth was soon at my side. He pulled his half hard dick out of his sweats, but he didn't want me to suck it. Instead, he roughly pushed me back down against the concrete base of the light pole and started working his half hard tool up in me. A few dozen strokes got him back to full hardness and he resumed the assault on my ass. This was just what I needed, a stranger to just ravage my ass to get off inside. After about 5 minutes of pounding that's exactly what happened. He made the first noise at all, some loud grunts as she went balls deep and started unloading sperm into my ass. I could feel the throbbing as his dick puked out 6 or 7 shots of cum into me. He pulled out, pulled up his pants and walked back to his car. We never even spoke a single word.

In all my escapades I've practiced Safe Sex. I was always the one to bring the Poppers, Lube and CONDOMS. I'm versatile and enjoy playing both roles. On the Interstate is a Rest stop with two stalls connected by a Glory Hole so humungous you can rest your Butt against it and get serviced without a Queer entering your stall. It's safer that way. Nothing sadder than two Faggots getting hauled off by a Cop. One Saturday afternoon I was sitting in the stall waiting for anything in pants to appear. It seemed like an eternity before anyone came in. I was in the mood to get fucked—and had vowed not to go home till I got my deserts. The first guy was OK. He pissed, stroked his ManMeat, shoved It though the Glory Hole; and my Lips hungrily devoured his Tool. He groaned loudly as I nibbled his Balls. I passed him a Rubber and asked him to fuck me. I was already lubed up; and after a final sniff of my Poppers, backed onto his Dick. It took all of 5 minutes for him to blow, and he zipped up and left without removing the Condom. Hummmmmm, I mused. I’d have to try that one myself. I was still basking in the glory of my Conquest when another Dude took his place. This one was younger, thirtyish, and had a really nice Dick. I wondered how much convincing he'd take to fuck me. I puckered my lips, and had his long Tool down my throat in a flash. He pulled out and asked me to stick my Pole through the Hole. I slipped him a Condom instead. He unraveled it, and I backed up on his Shaft. He was fully inside me when—Shit!—a stranger came in. He withdrew and we both sat down waiting for the Intruder to leave. When we were finally alone, we resumed our love-making. But it felt different—hotter somehow. I reached back to make sure was wearing a Rubber. What I grabbed was bare Dick. Before I could react, he filled me with Spunk—three distinct shots up my Ass. Immediately I pulled off his Cock, and a few more blasts singed my Cheeks. Already his Jism was dripping out of my Pussy. I was shocked that he could have done such a thing—and exposed me to God-Knows-What STDs. Before I could ask him his Status, he bolted from the stall. From outside he bellowed, “WELCOME TO THE CLUB!" And he left. I tried to shit the rest of his Jism, then flushed the toilet. I soaked bathroom tissue in the fresh water entering the bowl and wiped my Hole. I wet my fingers and shoved them up my Ass to cleanse my Pussy of any leftover Spunk. Satisfied that I had cleaned up as best I could, I sat on the toilet, lamenting the nerve of some guys, when a third Dude came in. I heard him sniffling and clearing his throat, caught a glimpse of his Cock peeking out of his shorts, already a few drops of PreCum on the Slit. But I’d long since gone soft, my desire diminished; so I zipped up and left. I was on the road the next 3 weeks, crisscrossing the country, traveling for work, flying or driving or at some business address. At night in my hotel room, I'd speculate about the dirty Bastard who’d Cum inside me—and what exactly he meant by “Welcome to the Club.” Eventually I forgot the whole ordeal, as my natural promiscuity and sexual bent came to the fore; and I pursued the alluring delights of fucking and sucking. Of course, I made sure my partners were “properly dressed,” i.e., wore Condoms. Finally I returned to Reststop, but was nervous as hell. I wished I’d taken Viagra when a dude pressed his Ass to the Hole. His Cunt was all shiny with Lube. I ran my fingers over his Butt and inserted two fingers up his Pussy. They sailed in like a dream, and I began to imagine what my Cock would feel like in their stead. An erection was no longer my problem. I felt the partition flex slightly as he endeavored to dig his Ass further onto my digits. "Fuck me!” I ran the tip of my knob over his silky wet Pussy. He groaned when my Cock passed over his Hole. I unrolled a Condom, took a hit of my Poppers, and passed my sheathed Dick through the aperture. He slowly backed onto my Manshaft. He was fucking himself and milking me good. His hot, slimy, wet Pussy made the ManJuice boil up my Shaft. I plowed his Mancunt for all I was worth and before long filled the Condom with Cream. To my horror, the Condom had split. Goddamn It! That was all I needed. In disgust I ripped off the torn Rubber and flushed it down the toilet. I was about to apologize, when the Dude roared “Thanks for the Seed!” I was aghast. It was the same voice that had ”Welcomed me to the Club.” I was shocked that I could have been so naïve. I’d had no reason to suspect he was the same Fucker who’d Cum up my Ass. I was about to pursue him, when something in his stall caught my eye—a tube of Vaseline. Of course! That stuff would rot a Condom in no time. I picked it up, as a souvenir so to speak, and drove home. In less than a week, when I took a leak, it hurt like Hell. I went to the Clinic. After a few questions, I was told to lie down on the table and lower my jeans. Nonchalantly I lay back with my hands behind my head and let the Doc do his thing. He stuck a thin cotton swab down my Piss Slit. I yelped and jerked up my knees, narrowly missing his head. The swab was all green and sticky. He told me I had an infection. He placed it on a glass slide and said he needed a urine sample. It took me a good 20 minutes to piss painfully into the specimen cup. The Nurse gave me a shot of antibiotics and told me to return to the waiting room. A good hour passed before they called me again and direly announced I had “the Clap.” Treatment would be painless and easy—a few weeks on antibiotics. "Would you like an HIV test? We can have the results in an hour." Why not? I was taken to see a Counselor. Thirty minutes later a Nurse appeared with a syringe. The next hour was the longest of my life. Finally I was ushered back to the Exam Room. The Doctor was present along with the Nurse and the Counselor. The grim look on the their faces told all. I was numb. I was not only numb—I was POZ.After listening to the various treatment options, I went home. I took a vacation to try to get my life back on track. In less than a year I was back to my old tricks. Only it was I who fucked Bareback and took raw Cock up my Ass. What the hell! I had nothing to lose. I’d met a ton of POZ guys on the Net who led active and sometimes surreptitious sex lives—Chasers who always took Loads, and Givers who never pulled out. I had indeed embraced the clandestine “Club.” I went back at the Rest stop, hoping to meat the guy who had POZZED me. On my fifth trip I was sure it was him. He again fucked me Bareback; but before he could Cum, I turned round and put my Cock through the Hole. He slipped back on my Shaft. Within seconds, I unloaded in him. He was still riding my Rod when I proclaimed, "Thanks for the Invite." He shouted back, "You're Welcome, I’m sure!" And shot his POZ Load while my Cock was still in him. That time he didn't rush off, but waited for me outside. He was a Hunk, tall, 6'3", built; the last person on earth you'd suspect to be POZ . After an invitation to his house we began to see each other on a regular basis. We started to date, and eventually he moved in with me. He apologized for POZZING me—averring that along with the inconvenience of repetitive testing and expense of the Meds, came the privilege of unbounded sexual license. The funny thing was that he’d been POZZED the exact same way I was. He was just doing to me what had been done unto him. What Goes Around, Cums Around, as they say.

Glad you're enjoying. I think you'll like the next chapter coming soon. Not only will Brandon be adding his poz seed but several others will be joining in as well. Oink oink!

I was living in Nebraska and I went to visit my brother in NYC, I was 15 at the time and my brother took me to the Doctor and I was put on PrEP. I was still a virgin until I move to NYC when I turned 16. At the time the brother just turned Poz and so did his Bf. A few weeks later they both fuck me BB and still do as they are now both on meds and undetectable and I’m still negative.

I was there today and loved the place. Very friendly, great service, the ideal place for you to fuck with Germans, 90% of those who were there today were German. I was fucked for about 15 and took 5 loads. I highly recommend. I'm planning to go to Lab-Oratory tomorrow but I don't know if I'll be able to go, since Sunday I've been fucking and tanking about 7 load per day, my asshole is destroyed. Lol

Chapter 28 I was still in the middle of putting out the fire when I received a text from Brandon. 'Hey just checking in.' 'How were your sessions?' 'One was really interesting the other not so much.' 'That sounds about par for these conferences.' 'Do we have anything planned for tonight?' 'I've had a project come up that's going to keep me busy tonight. You okay on your own?' 'Yeah, I ran into Mike at the last session and he asked us to go to some gay dance club with him.' 'Sounds perfect. Tell him I'm sorry I can't go. Have fun and be safe.' 'Did you just tell me to have safe sex?' 'Ha ha, none of that nonsense! You know what I mean.' 'Yes dad.' 'Don't push it boy.' '😬' Okay so with Brandon taken care of for the evening if I could just finish up this work mess I could get back to the really important stuff. Don't you hate it when work gets in the way of you destroying a new sub's pussy. I finally wrapped things up with work. It had been almost three hours since I left my newest plaything when I finally knocked on his door. This would be a good test for him as I told him I expected to be back two hours ago. Part of me wondered if he'd answer the door at all, I was worried for nothing. It took less than thirty seconds for the door to open. He stepped to the side and let me in immediately assuming the position. His little nub of a cock sticking straight up. I grabbed his pathetic excuse of a dick and squeezed. "Have you been hard the whole time I've been gone boy?" "No sir, I got hard when you knocked on the door." Damn this boy was so hot. "Did you play with yourself?" "I've just been fingering my hole sir, I haven't touched my penis." "You don't get hard when you've got things in your cunt?" "No sir, I'm totally soft but I do leak a lot. I use my precum as lube sir." "Damn Xander, I can't believe nobody's claimed you as theirs." "I've been too afraid to act sir." "What about now boy." "I don't want to be afraid anymore sir." I leaned down and kissed him, my tongue invading his mouth. "Mmm," I moaned, "you're a damn good kisser boy, but we have more important things to do. Drop to your knees and remove my shorts." He immediately did as he was told reaching out towards me when I slapped his hands away. "Nope boy, hands behind your back, use your teeth only." I was only wearing basketball shorts so I figured even hands free this would be simple for him. I pulled my t-shirt off as he grabbed my waistband right at my hip where my biohaz tat sits. I'm sure he noticed it but he gave no indication. Most guys who don't already know my status seem to gasp or catch their breath when they see it for the first time, but no reaction at all from him. He had my dick bouncing free in no time. As soon as my shorts were on the ground he moved back and waited for his next direction all the while staring hungerly at my hard cock. "You're being such a good boy I'll give you a choice. Do you want my cock in your mouth or cunt first?" "My cunt sir," he blurted out, "please, my cunt." My cock was leaking in anticipation of ruining Xander's ass. "First, I want you to kiss my dick and just get him wet since I don't believe in lube for boys." He kept his hands behind his back without me having to tell him and lovingly kissed the tip of my cock. He reached his tongue out, got his first taste of my precum and let out a deep moan. "You like that boy?" "Yes sir, it tastes so good." He started to swallow my cock. "Easy son watch those teeth." He pulled off and said, "sorry sir it's been awhile since I've sucked." Then he took me into his mouth again. It seemed to come back to him pretty quickly as he was soon taking most of my cock down his throat. "Damn my dick looks good with your lips wrapped around it. Okay I think that enough for now. I know you really want my dick in your pussy. Get on the bed on all fours with your ass facing me, it's time to get a good look at your boy hole." He assumed the position and used his hands to spread his cheeks. "Good damn Xander, that is the prettiest pink pucker I've seen. Not a fucking hair on that smooth hole, fucking beautiful. I have to tell you son, I usually prefer my guys with some hair on them but there's something about you that makes me so horny and hard." I started tracing my finger around his hole. "Did you prelube, you're pretty wet down there." "I was fingering myself before you arrived trying to loosen my hole, I only used my precum sir." "Fuck, you horny little slut." I really wanted to eat him out but his cunt was winking at me just begging to be destroyed. "Son, I know I said I wouldn't hurt you but to be honest with you this may hurt just a bit but trust me it's for your own good." "Do it! Please do it, fucking breed my pussy." Ok I didn't need to be asked twice. I slammed in about half way and hit his second hole. "Come on boy let me in, except your destiny, relax those ass muscles." I kept pushing and I could feel him trying to accommodate my cock. I'm bigger than average and pretty thick, I'm not huge but my bottoms definitely feel me. Slowly I felt his insides give way and my cock inched forward a bit further. I held there for a few seconds so he could get used to me then I pulled out. "Breathe boy, we're almost there," then I shoved back in all the way. "Holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit." He kept repeating over and over. "You doing okay boy?" "Holy fucking shit sir, so big. Feels so big." "You want me to pull out?" "No! Oh god no don't pull out." I chuckled, "don't worry I'm just kidding, there's no way in hell I'm pulling out now unless it's too slam right back inside you." I started slowly moving my dick in and out and he started moaning like a bitch in heat. "You like that slut, don't you." "Oh my god yes. I can't believe how good that's feels. Please don't stop." "When was the last time you had a dick in your cunt boy?" "Long time sir." "How long boy?" "Over five years sir." "Dear god Xander are you serious?" "I'm sorry sir, I know I'm pathetic." That set me over the edge, I slammed in and fired off my first load. "By the end of the week boy you're going to be a grade A whore taking every cock offered absolutely no load refused." I pulled my cock out of his cunt and slapped his ass. Turn around and clean me off slut. A good bottom always cleans off every dick that gives him a load. Don't ever forget that." "Thank you sir! Fuck, that tastes so good." I pulled him up and gave him a deep kiss. "How you doing?" "My ass feels so empty, I need more." I started laughing, "give me a few minutes and I'll give you your second load." We laid down on the bed and he put his head on my chest. "God, I can't believe you haven't had sex in five years." "I play with my cunt a lot but I mostly just use my fingers. I keep thinking I need to buy some toys, but fuck me, I think I like the real thing better." "If course you do, the real thing fills you up with cum. So, is it safe to assume you're negative?" "Yep, you were the first guy to fuck me raw." "Seriously? Damn and you didn't even ask me to wrap up. I'm so proud of you." "I may not have had sex in awhile but I sure as hell watch a lot of porn. My favorites are the ones where there's a dom top who forces his boy to take his load. I was chatting with this guy online once and he told me it was very insulting to the top to ask him to wear a condom. You didn't mention condoms so I let you breed me." He looked down and I was rock hard again. "Does things mean you're ready to fuck me again, sir?" "Lift your legs slut." No taking it slow things time. I pounded his cunt hard with him begging me to go faster. He wrapped his legs around me and pulled me in tight to his body as I shot my second load inside him. I collapsed on top of him making sure to keep my dick buried deep in his cunt. "Thank you sir that was amazing." "Glad you liked it boy we're only just getting started. I'm going make sure you leave here a new man, well a fucking cum dump anyway." "Thank you sir." "Gotta ask you son, we talked about your status but you never asked me mine." "It's not my place to ask sir. If you wanted me to know you'd tell me." "You saw my tattoo right?" "Sir you're covered in tats, do you want to be a little more specific." "Don't get smart with me boy, I may just have to take you over my knee," I smirked at him. "You know which tattoo I'm referring to." "Yes sir I saw your tat," he said reaching out to trace the symbol. "It's beautiful." "You know what it means right?" "That you're very special sir." "Mmm, I like that, yes I'm very special and I've given you my very special gift." "I wondered if you were on meds or toxic." "Which did you hope for?" "Toxic sir, because a true bottom cum dump need to be poz." "Fuck I wished you lived by me. My friends would love you." He gave me a sly grin. "That would be nice to have someone around to always make sure I had a cock to service." "Xander, I promise you this, by the end of the week you will no longer be afraid to be who you really are." "Thank you Scotty, will you now give me another poz load please?"

We should allow men as such to be valued for being bottoms. And if your insecurities still get at you, I'll fuck them out of you... Maybe a load, too. Hey, just because you're a lumberjack, doesn't mean you will never feel like a "helpless twink." Just need the right man to show you how 😉

My beef regarding this topic is the way it has been done to me. I totally get we all have our likes and dislikes...self included, but don’t be a rude dick about it. Just tell me so and let’s move on. You don’t have to name call...I didn’t like elementary school the first time...you don’t have to block me when I’ve only looked at your pic....I didn’t like the drama in junior high....how about we act like adults? Geez🙄

All I know is firstly, from charts that have been published by Aids organisations on HIV progression to Aids, that the virus load gets high soon after infection, then drops dramatically as the body has some success in fighting it. But the virus strikes back, the VL load starting to rise slowly and surely, with rapid growth in years 8-10 out of the usual 10 years to Aids for normal HIV1. Faster for tge Cuban CRF19 strain, slower for HIV2. Secondly, I know an unmedicated poz trans girl who was pozzed 1.5 years ago and she recently successfully pozzed a trans girlfriend chaser with just several fucks within a month. So this is a good indicator.

Part 25 Home Slice We arrived back home and I we surprised to find Robbie waiting for me. He told me that I needed to go see my mother right away, somethings happened to my father. He wouldn’t tell me anything more but said I could let him drive. We rode over to my house in silence. When we pulled up I noticed numerous cars parked in the driveway and on the street. I walked in to have my mother hug me as she cried, “Chris, I’m sorry to tell you, your father was mugged and apparently he tried to fight back and the mugger shot him. They rushed him to the hospital where he died.” I wasn’t sure what to feel. My mother just got me my son of a bitch father is dead. Part of me is sad, but part of me is glad I don’t have to have him to deal with any more. I knew he was trying to cause trouble for Dante, and that wouldn’t have be good. I hugged my mother tightly before friends and family members who were there to pay their respects began to comfort me. Dante I knew Robbie was taking Home Slice to his mother’s where he would learn on his father’s death. I'd never tell him that Miguel and I played a role in his father’s death. It was necessary since his father was starting to stir up trouble accusing me of raping his son. This accusation could mean brought undue attention possibly causing trouble for my business. Now that he's dead there’s no one screaming to the police to investigate the rape allegation. Home Slice told the police a while back that he willingly consented we we had sex. Of course he omitted that he was high as fuck, but he never said no and asked to be fucked. I introduced Keanu to the crew that was hanging out. I told them that he is now part of our crew (this let them know that he’d been fucked by me since that’s how someone becomes part of our crew). I could see a couple of them eyeing him up and down ready to pounce on his ass and cock. He quickly made new friends and I started to figure who I should team him with to learn the business. Before I knew it, a small group headed out to the patio, stripped naked and jumped into the pool. They began to kiss and feel each other’s naked bodies. They then moved the action to the pool house where I turned on the camera to watch the action. They put Keanu in the sling as a pipe was pulled out and they stared smoking while someone prepare slams for all to enjoy. I kept watching as I recorded everything as they slammed Keanu first. I’m sure that they were pleasantly surprised to see his 7.5” cock go rock hard as he coughed and ride his rush. They spent most of the day fucking each other. Keanu settled into our crew perfectly. He became one of my best sellers, especially when he learned how to get extra cash for his poz seed. There was always someone out there wanting themselves or another person pozzed up. Home Slice figured out that Miguel and I had his father killed. He didn’t get angry when he figured it out, he knew it had to be done. He then proceed to slam himself with the biggest slam he’d ever done and I fucked him non stop for 6 hours.

I live in Las Vegas and for a town called Sin City, it can really be hit or miss if you're a bottom. But I'll never forget the time that I was essentially raped at Entourage, one of the two remaining bathhouses here in town. I'd been out with a couple of friends and we'd gone to Badlands, a somewhat old style saloon in the same commercial center where Entourage is located. I was feeling buzzed and was in no condition to drive home so as we said our goodbyes, my buddies went their way and I walked over to Entourage. As it was roughly 2:00 AM on a Friday night, all the rooms were taken up and I had to settle for a locker. I figured I'd just wait til a room was available and get some sleep then. In the meantime, I figured I'd check out the action. I undressed and walked around with the towel over one shoulder, which, for the most part, covered my cock, but which left my ass visible. The hallways and TV room were nearly empty and, as I made my way around, I could see that most doors were closed. I silently regretted those last two Jack and cokes I'd had because they were beginning to hit me and all I wanted was to lay down somewhere quiet and get some rest. That's when I saw Him walking towards me: good looking, muscular, 20 something year old dark haired stud with a USMC tattoo on his right pec and a beer can thick cock hanging between his legs. He walked past me without acknowledgement, but as I turned to look over my shoulder, I caught him doing the same, apparently staring at my ass. For the next few minutes, as I looked for a place to lay down, I would occasionally see him in my peripheral vision, stalking me as if I were his prey. I finally made my slightly disoriented way into the empty dark room and lay face down on a waist high platform, ready to get some shut eye and oblivious to the fact that the stud had followed behind me and was standing a mere few feet from me, fisting his thick cock and making plans for my hole. As I lay there on the verge of sleep, I suddenly felt him straddle my ass, spread my cheeks with both hands, and what felt like a baseball bat pressing against my asshole, trying to stretch it against its obvious resistance. The shock and pain woke me the fuck up and in a drunken slur I said "Please don't, you're really big." Without saying a word he backed off and I could hear him pop open some lube and begin to jack his cock. I naively thought that that was the end of it when he suddenly lay his full weight on my back, clamped one hand around my mouth, and used his other hand to maneuver his now slick cock between my cheeks and started using that big mushroom head as a battering ram. The slippery lube and his insistence gradually spread my hole and with an almost audible pop, his cock head forced its way through my sphincter and I heard him groan savagely as I lay there and saw stars from the pain of the sudden invasion. I tried getting up from under him but he used his body weight to hold me down and as he shoved the remaining length of his hole wrecker in me, he hissed into my ear, "I'm fucking balls deep in you now, just fucking take it." I felt helpless as I lay there and felt him bucking his hips and sliding his thick fucker in and out of me, feeling his huge cock head drag and push my insides as he shoved in and out of my guts. In the back of my mind, I was worried and scared because I knew I was essentially getting raped by a big dicked stud who hadn't even contemplated putting a condom on before spearing my guts with his huge cock. But in the forefront, I was beginning to really enjoy the fuck as I he would slam balls deep and ram directly onto my prostate. I couldn't help it and I started moaning uncontrollably against his hand on every down stroke. He soon noticed and that seemed to turn him on. He started getting more vocal, whispering encouragements into my ear, "That's right, fuck yeah, I knew you'd love my cock.....yeah, take my fucking cock all in you..... Yeah, your tight little pussy is gonna make me cum..... Yeah, I'm gonna fill you up with my load." The rhythm of the cock pistoning in and out of my ass began to become more frantic, even as I recognized a complete stranger was about to shoot his cum into my unprotected hole. His breathing became more ragged as he suddenly pushed himself as deep into me as he could and froze in place as I could feel his cock twitching and throbbing balls deep in me as he flooded my guts with his cum and groaned, "Fuck yeah, knocking your ass up with my seed! Yeah, take it all bitch, take my babies in you, fucking take my load!" My hole spasmed around his cock, responding to the stimulus as he lay on top of me, his heart beating like a jack rabbit and his cock still throbbing with the last jets of his orgasm. He pulled his cock out of me and I felt empty as the cool air hit my now puffed up ass lips. He smacked my left ass cheek and said, "Keep my cum in you and let it do its job, cumdump." With that advice he got off of me and walked back into the darkness. I lay there confused and conflicted as my military rapist's cum slowly trickled out of my hole and ran down my balls to join the load I'd unexpectedly shot as he took my ass and made it his cumdump.

Hey guys, given that the name of our site is "breeding zone", I'm thinking we have to take it a step forward from just relating past tales, to creating our own new experiences. Set up our own get togethers to fulfill the needs of all - those who need to fuck and breed, and those of us who need to be fucked and bred. Would love to have it so we can video it, discretely, and record the fuckings and breedings. Please let me know those of you who would be interested and we'll make it happen. I may be able to host my first breeding party and then we can see where we go from there. Thanks for your thoughts, suggestions, input and responses. Oink!

I'm 47, still neg, and have been barefucking as a top for close to 10 yrs. I love to fuck and couldn't get enough of the feeling of a guys tight asslips wrapped around my cock as I'm pumping my cum into his butt. On occasion I'd flip for the right guy and we'll fuck one another until we both pass out. I hadn't been a chaser and up until a couple of years ago, always had a poz or unknown partner wrapped, just in case. That changed after a couple of very educational encounters. One involved a friend who has been poz for close to 15 yrs. He's African-American, 44, 5'9", 170, nice solid build. He's also got one of the most beautiful hairless butts I have ever seen, along with an amazing 9X6 cock that leaks an endless supply of precum. We started as massage partners about two years ago. A good massage exchange on the weekends to deal with the stress from work and just enjoy each others company. We slowly started to include sex when we got together, especially as we are always nude during the massages. During one of our sessions, I was faced down on a futon and he was sitting on my upper thighs while leaning over and working on my upper back. He would usually be sitting on my butt during this, and now I could feel his cock bouncing and riding along my ass crack each time he leaned into my upper back. I was already very relaxed from the body work he had done and was now caught-up with the sensation of his cock riding on my butt. He worked his oiled hands down my back to my ass. He added more oil while he worked on my butt cheeks, constantly sliding his fingers into my crack and teasing my hole. I noticed that he never scooted back from his position on my upper legs so his cock was also getting involved with the oil, sliding through my crack and across my ass. By now I'm in complete surrender to him. He's working my ass and I can feel him poking and stretching my hole with both his fingers and the head of his cock. (Let me tell you now that he's fucked me before but always with a condom.) I relaxed my ass as much as possible (he is a big guy!) and felt him push just his cockhead back and forth through my hole a few times. (I had just gotten into poppers and found that I become very relaxed and desperately horny to get fucked when I use them.) I caught-up with his momentum, pushed up against him on his in stroke and felt about 3 or 4 inches enter me. He got the hint and slid his dick all of the way in. He started slowly fucking me and I reached back to feel and squeeze his cock and ball sack as he fucked my ass. Yeah. no condom... That thought passed away after two seconds and from then on all that mattered was my flexing my ass muscles to milk that cock. I reached back and pulled him as deep as possible into me. He started growling as he fucked me, I pulled my knees in and kept one hand on his ass and the other massaging his nuts and throbbing cock as it passed in and out of my ass. I could feel his cock starting to thicken as he pounded me faster and harder. I squeezed my ass as tight as possible and felt him start to pull out. I grabbed his ass again, pulled him against me and felt his cock pump his cum into my ass. I was overwhelmed with the whole effect of the poppers and getting fucked raw. No doubts, just unbelievable sex. Since then, we've both been going raw and I'm taking his load much more often then he's been taking mine. I've gone from being a vers/top to almost completely raw bottom. I don't deal with condoms any longer and don't miss them.

I've been hooking up with this new guy who is very dominant and likes to tell me very specifically what positions to move into and when. I mean very specifically. He wants my hole at his perfect height for maximum penetration and he knows how to get there. It is hot as fuck. One thing I've noticed is that when I'm on all fours, ass up face down, he always instructs me in his deep sexy voice to put my feet together, then to put my knees together, since I instinctively spread my knees for better stability. I've never liked the position with my feet together and my knees touching and my chest on the bed. Besides being less stable, I've always felt it sort of feminizes me. I mean in that position your hips are wider than your knees and your waist, which is feminine. Maybe that is why some men like to breed in that position. You do have to give in a bit in that position because when he takes your hips in his hands and starts pounding you he is in total control of your ass. This guy and his big black cock have made me a new fan of something I never liked before. It made me wonder? Do you do doggy style with your knees open or together? Or do you let him decide. Open lets him stand directly behind you with his legs together. Knees together lets him stand directly behind you with your feet between his slightly spread legs. Feedback? Am I the only one who thinks about crazy shit like this? Tops your feedback as well, please.

The night didn't start very well. I was not getting any. I’d been fucked 4 times. Three of the guys did not Cum, and the fourth pulled out—the Bastard! As I was envisioning going to go home dry, this guy who had been cruising me earlier was still hanging around. Why hadn’t I given him a tumble? He was just too clean cut and too handsome. He looked like he was in his late 20's, about 6' tall, short blond hair, with a perfect body, to boot. Almost godlike. My past experience told me these clean cut guys are generally Losers. So I prefer my partners a bit rough and ready. But my night was already a near-disaster, so I made a play for the Dude. At least I might get to swallow his Load. We kissed and I went down on him. He had a decent Cock—6-1/2 inches. I lubed his Rod, bent over, and guided it up my Ass. Wow! He was fucking me— RAW. After about 4 strokes, he pulled out and tore open a Condom. My worst fears had been realized. I was right about guys like him. I turned around, kissed him, thanked him for the Fuck (or lack thereof), and zipped up my pants. “But I’m not finished yet.” “I think we are. I can't fuck with a Rubber.” “I can fuck you without one. It’s just that I'm POZ.” Was I hearing right? I pulled the Rubber off his Cock, and he shoved It back in me. He fucked me gently at first, then with increasing vigor. “Can I shoot up your Ass?” “Cum in me—Pleease!” The guy was a Human Pump. He blasted a huge Wad up my Ass in 6 Spurts. As we kissed, POZ Cum ran down my leg. He was in town for 5 days. I left the Baths with a big smile on my face, and his name and phone number stashed in my wallet.

In a hotel last week while traveling, I woke up in the morning horny as hell and wanting to swallow some cum. Signed onto Grindr and there was a young guy — white, athletic looking, brown eyes and hair, “18 years old” — about 30 feet from me. Since he was obviously in my hotel, I reached out and asked if he wanted to bust a nut before the day began. He said his family was checking out that day as they were on a trip. I suggested that he keep his key and after they had gone downstairs to check out he “run back up stairs to use the restroom”. Fifteen minutes later, I was in my gym clothes and met him outside the door to his room. I don’t know why I didn’t have him come up to mine, that was stupid of me. In person he looked young — like way younger than his picture. Before we went inside, I made him show me his driver’s license to be sure nothing illegal was about to happen. He was just older than the age of consent, which was good enough for me. We went into his room, which was one of those suite rooms with one bathroom and two connected bedrooms. This kid really had no privacy from his parents on this trip. He pulled me into the bathroom and I immediately got on my knees and undid his jeans. His cock was straining against his briefs and popped out as soon as I slid them down. It was beautiful — a slight curve, perfectly cut, and so well developed. Licking my lips, I sucked his head into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it until the boy released a soft, long moan. I went to town on that cock like my life depended on it, sucking and stroking, making sure this young stud knew how good an older man can service a dick. He grabbed the back of my head after a few minutes and took over, holding me in place as his strong legs pounded his meat into my throat. Pulling my hair, he shoved it all the way in and shuddered, and then my mouth was filled with the taste of my creamy, salty reward. I sat down on the floor, wasted and in cumslut heaven as his dick spasmed a few more ropes of boyjuice across my face and my sweatshirt. He was glowing with a sheen of sweat and the satisfaction of release. “You had fun,” he said, pointing at my own rock hard dick, which was straining against my sweat pants. He knelt down and began to rub it through the fabric, getting me closer and closer to busting when outside the bathroom the door to the room opened. ”We need to go!” said his dad as the kid and I froze in fear. As quietly as I could, I moved into the shower and pulled it closed behind me as he flushed the toilet and washed his hands to make sound. He stepped out of the bathroom and said, “Okay, let’s go.” I sat in the shower listening for a few moments after the outer door to the room closed. Once I was sure the coast was clear, I got up and left the room quickly, heading down the hall to the elevators — where the kid and his dad were still waiting. The dad looked just like his son, only a bit softer, a bit older and with a bit less hair. The son and I shared a smirk, and he glanced down at my crotch, where my deflated cock had left a clear precum stain. They got on a down elevator and I waited for one going up. I got back to my room and furiously beat off, blasting five ropes of thick cum across my bed. As I licked it up I thought of the young man, how good his cum had tasted, and how many men he’s going to please with that cock in his life.

You ever get a song caught in your head? Yeah you have. Just sitting in there making itself known again and again and again. It crops up when you’re distracted, or thinking about nothing and there it is, that familiar refrain, haunting you. It’s not even the whole song. Just snippets of the melody or the chorus on repeat. If the song played out I think it might actually leave you alone but it never works that way. It taunts from there like an itch you just can’t scratch. That’s how it goes with me when I haven’t been laid for a while. I start out with the best of intentions. “That’s the last time!” I’ll say it to myself every time. Try to be good. Try to focus on work and life and sensible things. But then that song starts up again. I’ll find myself staring, or lost in thought, all focus gone as the need inside me grows. That’s how I find myself at the recessed door pressing the buzzer waiting for the click to signal entrance. Walking up to the counter just inside I exchange a perfunctory nod with the, I don’t know, host? Concierge seems too grand and landlord sounds just wrong. I’ve never asked just handed over my money and walked to the locker room towel in hand. With my clothes stashed and towel wrapped around my waist I don’t even think about it. I head straight for the stairs and ascend into the dark rooms. The only pause I make is at the two bowls placed on a shelf at the foot of the stairs. Little sachets in each. I take one from the left hand bowl wryly smiling that it is nearly empty and in need of a refill whilst the other seems barely touched. Obviously I am in good company tonight. In the gloom of the upper corridors I follow the walls glancing into the various alcoves for any promising distraction. Finding nothing I continue to the next staircase and head up. The violet light here is somehow brighter whilst making it simultaneously harder to see but that’s ok. I’m not here for the sights. I glance around the open room that the stairwell opened on to. Several benches around the room, some occupied, most vacant. I move to a bench at the edge and pulling my towel from around me I spread it over the surface and lay face down and wait. A few footsteps and creaks of the floor announce those that pass and move on and I have to force myself to keep my head down. I am on offer; it doesn’t matter who takes it. I first feel a light brush of a hand against my calf muscle which slowly traces up my leg. The touch sends a charge through me and I moan softly parting my legs a little more as goosebumps seem to follow the path that the unseen hand is taking. As the fingertips glide over my skin I can’t help but raise my self, pushing harder to the hand. My hips are pushing back almost if there own accord making me part my legs wider and spread myself for the hand to explore me fully. Which it does. What started as a light stroke is now an open handed gripping and searching of my body. My arsecheeks are groped and squeezed before fingers slip between and across my exposed hole. I moan even more as those fingers push inside and I acknowledge the satisfied grunt I hear at the discovery I am already lubed. This slut knows what is expected. Still looking down I feel the bench shift slightly as my unknown partner climbs up to, I assume, kneel behind my spread cheeks. I am not wrong as I feel his other hand gripping my arse so he can spread me wider and knead my flesh as I feel the unmistakable rigid heat from his cock as he rests it across my opening and begins to slide himself closer. He wanks his cock by sliding back and forward a few times in the valley my spread arse has opened for him, then if feel him reposition slightly as he guides the flared tip of that solid cock inside. “Nice.” It’s almost a hiss and the first thing he has said to me but I groan appreciatively as his thickness causes my anus to stretch. I push back as he pushes forward and he is very quickly balls deep inside me. “Very fucking nice.” This is punctuated with full thrusts of his cock in and out of me. The sudden speed of his fucking taking me by surprise making me grip the edge of the bench and pant in pleasure as he takes full control of my body. His hands are gripping my hips tightly and more than thrusting he is pulling me onto his cock, making me slam my now open hole up and down his very hard dick. I am grunting loudly. Animal noises that are being driven from me with every resounding slam of my hips to his. The solid pole of flesh he is shoving deep into me is rocking my prostate and building that familiar tingle within me and I know this is what I need. What I always need. What I was meant for. I feel a stinging slap on my arse that makes me yelp and then grin in to the surface of the bench. “Fuck Yes!” I shout as he bottoms out inside me and holds me onto his cock, he leans across my back and jabs into me with short darting thrusts of his hips and I can feel his ragged breath on the back of my neck. I know he has cum inside me. He is now stroking my skin again and lightly rocking his hips as he comes down from his euphoria. I just squeeze my hole around his cock letting him know he can stay inside me as long as he wants. He squeezes my shoulder affectionately as he rises and slips his cock out of my cum soaked arsehole. Without looking back I know he is moving away having got what he came for. I remain in position, albeit more spread than I was initially, hoping that someone else wants to take advantage of my prone state.

So, if I was infected Thursday, when would I first be infectious to someone else? Am I safe until I hit the acute stage, or am I infectious as soon as I become infected?

Any place for good anonymous bb sex?

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.

That's what I dream every night

Is it still a lesbian thing to try to look like him?

A lot of the pleasure is mental. In addition to all the sexual stimulation the body is receiving, it is allow males to live Naturally and finally separate out the pleasurable act of sex from the emotional act. This comes from having been raised having the Xian church conflating Lust and Love as the same thing and we only should have sexual desire and engagement if there is emotional engagement as well. This is not how Nature works and we have the ability to have sex that way but we also have the ability just to fuk the way our animal brothers do, purely from the pleasure drive that is deep in our primal DNA. Anonymous settings free us from those restraints and allow us the freedom to enjoy sex for the physical pleasure act it is without any emotional engagement from the many guys we are mating ourselves with.

I have seen his legit naked pics on the net stalker paparazzi got and it is a really nice piece of meat. I'd get bred by him.

When you see a story by HotLoad84 or rawTOP from the fall of 2010, they are almost always "rescued" stories. This forum was started in the time when some of the older,original Bareback/Poz Fetish sites were all shutting down. During the first months of this site, they made an effort to copy over a bunch of stories from the older sites, so they wouldn't be lost for good. I think this is from the old Bugshare site.

Also Reds [think before following links] https://www.redsclub.es/ and Bunker Bar (in Yumbo) As said some smaller bars in Yumbo have darkrooms. Just google Playa del Ingles + gay bars And, if you're into mature guys, you can sun your bare ass at Basement Studios duuring daytime and have fun in their maze.

Last night drove to the adult video store since I had some time to kill. The buddy booths were all full yet I decided to wait. A couple of the booths I heard the person feed another dollar but then some guy comes out to check to see if the other booths were occupied. Seeing that they were he went back to his. Then he left, I gave him a few seconds to see if he was coming back. When he didn't I checked to see if the guy in the adjoining booth wanted head. On the other side of the slot was a thick hard black cock, put my mouth up to the slot and the guy slid his cock through and into my mouth. I was so enraptured by his thick veiny cock I completely forgot about using any poppers. I sucked on his cock like a babe on a tit. He moaned audibly and started to thrust his dick into my mouth faster until he couldn't hold back and shot his load into my mouth. He shot his load and then straighten up and left I hung around to see if anyone else wanted to nut and then went home

Daddy’s Cuntboy Part 12 I couldn’t believe it. Here I was, a fucking cuntboy to two men... my Daddy and my alpha. I wanted to stay like this forever... a spun out chem whore cuntboy bent on nothing but servicing cock and taking fist. Holding the heft of my now enlarged ball sac in both hands, I moaned as I saw the metal tag attached to my collar glint, remembering when Daddy first presented it to me. Puppy continued holding me tight and began to circle my right tit with a finger. “MMMMMM,” he groaned, remembering the taste of my chemmed blood. “Fucking pigs,” we heard Daddy comment as he came up behind us. We both met his dilated eyes reflecting in the mirror. “Puppy, take the other ring out of cuntboy’s tit.” With a deep moan puppy obeyed and removed it. I winced. Seeing my reaction Daddy explained, “I’ve got plans for those tits cuntboy. I want your right tit healed before then. Now release that cock.” Daddy ordered, “I got something for that cunt of yours.” Lifting myself from puppy’s cock, I presented my cunt. “Fucking sloppy cunt!” puppy growled. “That’s my cuntboy,” Daddy smiled. “I want that cunt of yours open, cuntboy,” Daddy said as he presented a silicone tunnel plug. “You’re gonna be nothing but a gaping cunt. I fucking told you I’m going to transform you into what I want.” My cunt lips immediately began to pulse. Daddy, presenting the plug to us, began coating the chemmed up lube both inside and out. “Stretch my cunt, Daddy!” I begged. “Fucking cuntpig!” puppy growled as Daddy worked the plug into my cunt. “FUCKING CUNT!” I yelled, as felt my cunt walls expand, and take hold of the plug... my cunt was now nothing more than a gaping fuck hole. Stepping back, Daddy took it in. “That cuntboy, is how you will present yourself to me.” I began growling as the feeling of my open cunt overwhelmed me... I realized that I needed to be a cuntboy... nothing else mattered. I looked up at Daddy’s reflection, “PLEASE DADDY!” I begged. No other words came out of me, yet it conveyed all I wanted. “Yes, cuntboy,” Daddy responded... Daddy smiled and held out his hand. Taking it in my own, he lifted me to my feet. “MMMM” Daddy sniffed, “Rinse yourself off, cuntboy. No soap... keep those pits ripe.” "Yes, Daddy," I said as puppy carefully removed my gear. We stepped into the shower area and he began rinse away the remnants of our session... piss, sweat, lube and cum. Carefully, he wiped my face and neck moving to my shoulders and down my back before beginning on my pecs. Turning off the water, puppy wrapped a towel around my shoulders. “Fucking beautiful cuntboy,” I heard my alpha tell me. Tenderly, puppy began to rub the soft towel across my shoulders and down my back before beginning on my upper chest. As he dried my body, I could feel the chems flowing through me... the cravings emanating from my cunt. My eye’s lowered to puppy’s hands and I took in my pecs. The training that puppy was giving me was working. I was definitely larger... more defined. I had worked on my pecs until my tits pointed down at a sharp angle like his. Seeing me, puppy smiled, “Now those are tits...” and took my right tit in his mouth... chewing it. “Fuck yeah!” I moaned. I grabbed his head and pulled it harder into my pec. My cock strained against puppy’s torso... my tits were always connected to my cock... Releasing my tit, puppy held my pecs in his hands... feeling the heft that he had helped develop. Slowly his hands moved down and his fingers moved along the ridges of my abdomen. “Fucking six pack,” he chuckled. Next, I felt his strong hands take hold of my ball sac. “MMMMMM” he growled, feeling the heaviness of my now engorged balls. “Fucking bull sac, cuntboy... " he smirked. He grabbed the towel again and continued to dry me. Grabbing my hips, puppy positioned me. “Turn around cuntboy.” I moaned as I felt the softness of the towel moving across my hairless body. After I was dry, puppy helped me back into my gear. He fastened my collar around my neck... then buckled the harness over my shoulders and across my pecs. I smiled, taking in the feeling of them gripping my hard body. Going to his knees, puppy held a yellow jock and I stepped into it. He rose and pulled up the waistband and I felt it go over my balls... the yellow pouch barely containing them. Puppy smiled as he saw the root sticking out from the waistband of the jock. “Cunt...” puppy then simply stated. I fell to my hands and knees. I felt the burning of the chemmed laced lube enter my cunt. “AWWW FUCK!” I moaned as puppy pushed the tunnel plug past my cunt lips and my pulsing cunt walls expanded... This was what I was... a gaping cunt. Puppy slapped my ass cheeks and fastened my leash to my collar, “Fucking cunt...” and he led me out of the shower area. Approaching Daddy, I mumbled in awe. “Fuck me,” Daddy sat in his leather chair with his legs spread open presenting us with his beautiful cock... the cock I now served. We stood there, staring for a long moment, his eyes observing us. Then reaching to the table beside him, he lifted a shiny steel object and lifted his nuts, inserting first one and then the other through the steel ring. He then fed the length of his cock through it and pulled until it rested against his groin and lifted them up. “Get the fuck over here now, puppy!” Daddy ordered. Daddy smiled as puppy approached, stood next to him and dropped his jockstrap to the floor. He took another cockring and leaned into puppy, taking his sack in his hand and pulled large nuts through the ring. With a little bit of effort, Daddy managed to push puppy’s semi-hard cock through the ring and pushed it into position against his shaved crotched. I moaned taking in the sight of the gleaming metal against their cocks, lifting their cum filled balls. My mouth began to water. Satisfied, Daddy motioned puppy the floor with a slight movement of his hand. Puppy dropped to the floor. Crawling between Daddy’s legs, my alpha began to rub his hands up and down our Daddy’s legs. I watched puppy reach for and engulf Daddy’s cock in his mouth. I moaned, “Please” wanting to join him and worship our Daddy’s cock until I took in puppy’s ass... those fucking protruding cunt lips!! I still wondered if Daddy wanted my cunt lips to be like that... four years I thought... that’s how long Daddy has been working on them. Here I stood... my ball sac engorged with saline... but was it enough for him? What would my sac look like in four years?!... I looked down and held it in my hands contemplating, feeling the immense pleasure that I now was feeling... I wanted to find out... I had to. At that moment, I felt Daddy staring at me and I looked up with a pleading look... he simply nodded, acknowledging my desire. Daddy’s moans of pleasure grew as puppy started to worship that fat cock. Daddy reached to rub puppy’s back with one hand while the other rested comfortably on the back of his neck and began exploring puppy’s muscular torso as his other hand fondled puppy’s ringed tits. Daddy glanced at me as I took in the sight of my alpha pleasuring our Daddy. Puppy continued to service Daddy... my hand moved to my cock and slowly began to stroke. Daddy gave me a little smile as he looked down at puppy. I could hear puppy’s moaning as he continued to suck Daddy’s cock. Daddy grabbed the back of puppy’s head with both hands pulling puppy’s mouth up and down on his cock faster. “Hands off cuntboy!” Daddy yelled, thrusting his hips upward as he shot his load into puppy’s eager mouth. I immediately let go of my cock. Daddy nodded approvingly at me as puppy remained on his cock sucking the last drops of cum from the cock. Releasing puppy’s head, Daddy motioned to puppy to rise. Smiling, puppy came to me, wiped the remains of Daddy’s cum from his lips and gathered my leash. “Cunt...” Leading me to the sling, puppy silently signaled me to get on, grabbed my left wrist and secured me to the chain. He quickly did the right wrist and proceeded to continue with my ankles. He signaled Daddy with his hand motioning up and I felt the bottom of the sling rise. Walking to the table, Daddy grabbed a syringe, only this one looked to have a larger dose. I shivered, knowing what was about to happen. He grabbed my arm and prepped it and sniffed at my armpits, taking several long deep breaths. "Good cuntboy," he whispered to me... "Fucking rank...” Staring directly into my eyes, he gave me the slam and leaned into me. My head rose to meet his lips and our tongues began to explore each other’s mouth. Backing off, Daddy proceeded to slam himself. “Fuck yeah!” I moaned knowing that the we were nowhere near ending this session as he went back to the table grabbing a short metal chain with two clamps on it. Walking between my legs, he rubbed his fat cock against my cunt lips as he grabbed my left tit roughly in his hand and placed one of the clips directly on it. "SHIT YEAH!!" I screamed feeling like it was being torn from my body for a second time... my tit was on fire. Daddy then reached to my right tit completing the connection. Seeing my reaction, he grabbed my hips and plunged his leaking cock into my gaping cunt. “FUCK YOUR CUNT!” I begged as I felt his cock raping my open cunt. “Take it, cunt!” he grunted as the intense pain in my tits developed into pleasure. Seeing this, Daddy responded by intensifying the assault on my cunt and grabbed the chains attached to my tits and tugged at them. “Fuck yeah, Daddy!” I begged, “Fucking harder! Fucking cunt for Daddy!” I growled encouraging him to continue the onslaught. On and on he went pounding my cunt until finally, after losing sense of time, he roared and began to shoot a torrent of cum deeply inside my cunt. As Daddy pulled his slick cock out of my cunt, I could feel the cum seeping out. I immediately felt puppy’s mouth begin feeding off of my dripping cunt. “Fucking feed on my cunt, puppy!” I begged, pushing my body onto his hungry mouth. Daddy came around behind me and placed his half hard cock in my open mouth and inserted it straight into my throat. I wrapped my lips and tongue around his cock, savoring in the tastes of his cum and my own cunt juices. In only seconds, though, he began pissing in my mouth, flooding it quickly. The torrent continued and it soon started flowing out of my mouth and onto my neck. Daddy pulled out and let his piss splash out over my chest and down onto my cock and ball sac. I could hear puppy’s moans as the stream of chem piss covered my body. Seeing this, puppy went wild and began licking my torso, lapping up Daddy's piss. “Fuck yeah, puppy!” I laughed, “Feed off of me!” “OK pigs, time to switch,” Daddy said, releasing my wrists. “Release those,” motioning to my ankles and puppy released me and lowered the sling. Standing there, I got my bearings. I could feel the fluids begin to pool around my feet... sweat, piss and cum flowing from my body including my cunt. Taking in their scent, I moaned, dropped to my knees and began to take it in. “Fucking cuntpig!” puppy exclaimed at the sight of my lapping it up off the floor. I couldn’t help it... I wanted that piss and cum back inside me where it belonged! Grabbing my leash, Daddy pulled me up, wiped the dripping fluids from my lips and fed them to me. “Don’t worry cuntboy, there’s more... they’ll always be more,” he said and led me to the cross again and strapped me on. “YES!” I yelled... knowing what it meant. Securing my wrists, he removed my jockstrap and proceeded to spread my legs and chain my ankles to the lower posts. Daddy proceeded to explore my cunt lips, wiping more of the chemmed-up lube inside me. Then I felt it, the tunnel plug moving past my cunt lips. “Fucking gape!” I growled as I felt it spread my cunt open. “Fuck!” I yelled... realizing that this plug was larger than the other. “Yep,” Daddy chuckled, noticing my surprise. “Fucking gape.” Feeling my cunt expanding, I quickly drew in breaths. “Good cuntboy... relax...relax..” Daddy ordered, continuing to push the plug deeper inside my body. “Now cunt... one last push and it’s done.” Feeling the last push, I held my breath and it was done. “Gape!” I sighed as my cunt lips took hold of the plug exposing my cunt to Daddy. My cunt was open! “Thank you, Daddy!” was all I could say. Rising, Daddy kissed my forehead. “Be right back,” he smiled and moved to prepare another bag of saline. Moaning, I watched him hang the bag of clear fluid and gather the materials needed to inflate my sac to an even larger size. Walking the stand to me, he silently stared and nodded. Placing the stand to my side, he began. “Another 250 ml...” was all he said and inserted the needle. “Yes, Daddy! Bigger!” I begged, feeling the sting of the saline begin flowing into my sac. Satisfied with his work, Daddy moved towards puppy. “On the sling, pup” he ordered, “Cunt here will be out of service for a bit. Smiling, puppy moved to the sling and Daddy secured my alpha in. Once puppy was immobile, Daddy raised the sling giving him open access to puppy’s cunt. Smiling, Daddy prepped his arm, gave him a slam equal to the dose he gave me and puppy howled, “FIST!” Snapping on the gloves and lubing his hands, “Fucking pig,” Daddy snarled, “Tell cuntboy how much you need fist!” He reached forward and worked those swollen cunt lips. “Yes Daddy! Fist me!” puppy groaned. “I need it, cuntboy... just like you need piss! Fucking crave a man’s fist inside me!” he proclaimed as Daddy invaded his cunt. "Please Daddy... please fist me,” he continued. Obliging, Daddy shoved his entire fist into puppy’s cunt and proceeded to fuck him. "Take it, puppy! Take your Daddy's fist up your faggot cunt. This what you want, puppy?”” Moving his head side to side, puppy shouted, "Oh YES, DADDY! PLEASE GIVE ME MORE! I NEED THIS!" Daddy continued the onslaught... going deeper with every insertion. “YES!” puppy moaned as he moved to take it deeper into his cunt. Seeing puppy’s reaction, I immediately began moaning as my cunt lips instinctively began to throb around the tunnel plug. My cunt was insatiable... wanting to be full. “Take it puppy! Take Daddy’s fist!” I encouraged my alpha as he surrendered to Daddy. I began craving that fist. Daddy’s movements slowed down, no longer pummeling him, and patiently inched forward... puppy’s cunt lips slowly enveloping Daddy’s arm. “HOLY SHIT!” I yelled, seeing Daddy’s arm move up his forearm and past the elbow. "He's one talented cuntpig, isn't he, cuntboy?" Daddy laughed. “You think you could ever to this?” I moaned... my cunt was throbbing at the image of puppy riding that muscular arm and the thought of me on his other arm. Feeling Daddy’s fist starting to pull out, puppy pushed back encouraging him to go deeper. “Please, Daddy, deeper,” he begged, groaning loudly. “Don’t stop.” His fist slowly pulling out of puppy’s sloppy cunt, Daddy laughed, motioning to me and taking hold of his cunt lips. “You think we’re gonna stop anytime soon? We got that hungry slammed up cunt over there.” With a devilish grin, Daddy moved towards me and ordered me not to look down. With an approving glance, he took in my crotch. Suddenly, I remembered what he had done. I had been so caught up in puppy’s fisting that I forgot about the saline! My sac began to throb... I felt it... the fucking heaviness... the stretching of the skin. I was so fucking spun that I had ignored it. “Beautiful!” Daddy whispered in my ear as he released my wrist restraints and moved down to my ankles. “Close your eyes, he ordered and led me to the mirror. “Open,” he commanded. I opened and let out a loud groan, taking a look at my massive sac. “OH FUUUUUUCK!” There was no way I’d be able to go anywhere like this even if I wanted to. I was a freak! “Go ahead cuntboy, feel them. You’ve earned it.” I took them in my hands and began to explore. “Shit yeah!” I moaned feeling the skin of my shaved sac stretched out to hold the contents of the saline. I held my breath feeling the sensation of my exploring fingers move through my body. “Thank you, Daddy! Fucking bull sac!” I gasped. “That’s my cuntboy,” Daddy said, placing his hands on my shoulders and pushing me to my knees. Feeling the immense size of my sac, I spread my legs as I dropped to my knees. Daddy took his cock in his hand. “OK cuntboy, work on this.” Slapping his cock on my cheeks with his heavy cock, he placed it in my waiting mouth. Looking up at Daddy’s face, I felt it begin to swell... the warmth and pulsing of his cock releasing the salty bitter pre-cum down my throat. Thrusting into my mouth, Daddy reached down and pulled on my tit chains and I began moaning... stimulating his cock with the vibrations. “Yes cunt.... work it.” Daddy moaned. His cock continued to expand and entered my throat. Taking him down to the root, my throat constricted around the thick veined shaft as I took in the musky scent of my Daddy’s crotch. I stayed there whimpering and moaning with each thrust of his cock. “Suck my cock, cunt. Take it all down, cuntboy.” The now constant verbal abuse from Daddy and puppy only increased my desire to be dominated. I begged Daddy to fuck my mouth and fill me with his seed but I could only groan and whimper. Daddy felt himself approaching the edge and pulled himself back. Pulling out of my mouth, I moved forward to the withdrawing cock with a plea. “Please Daddy. Please,” I moaned. I wanted Daddy’s load. “Not yet cuntboy,” he said, “This is puppy’s load.” Seeing the disappointed look on my face, Daddy scowled, “Cuntboy, you are the omega... you are here for our pleasure.” Looking down, I acknowledged that I was and always will be the last in the pecking order and followed him to puppy’s side and knelt as Daddy moved between his legs. “Fuck me, Daddy!” puppy begged, feeling Daddy’s cock begin the invasion of his cunt. Slowly at first, he pushed past puppy’s cunt lips... teasing my alpha then withdrawing. With each movement, Daddy increased the depth of his assault. “Deeper!” puppy pleaded, feeling the thrusts increase with intensity. Daddy, gripping puppy’s harness, rammed his massive cock into his cunt... plunging it deeper with every thrust. I was in awe... puppy rode Daddy’s cock, his cunt refusing to release the cock from its grip. For what seemed like hours, the fucking continued... their bodies glistening with sweat. I saw the ecstasy on puppy’s face as his balls contracted and a load of cum erupted from his cock onto his scuplted torso. “Motherfucker!” puppy yelled. Seeing the cum pool on his pup’s abs, Daddy slammed himself on more time into puppy’s cunt and spasmed... “Take it!” Daddy roared, releasing his hot cum into the hungry cunt. As the cum flowed off puppy, Daddy moved forward, their lips meeting as puppy’s cunt gripped cock, refusing to release it. Daddy grunted, “Take it...” and thrust one more time. That's when I realized he was pissing up puppy’s cunt. "Yeah, puppy..." he groaned, "take your Daddy's hot chem piss all the way up your fucking cunt." Puppy moaned as the hot stream of piss filled his cunt. “Thank you, Daddy,” he groaned as he wriggled against Daddy’s thick cock. “You’re fucking welcome, pup.” Daddy responded, remaining inside puppy’s cunt, keeping it plugged. “HOLD IT,” Daddy commanded. Pulling out, he ordered me to come closer. "Get over here, cuntboy.” He took hold of my shoulders and looked me over, taking in my massive ball sac hanging between my legs and sighed. “You are such a fucking beautiful cuntpig!” He positioned me between him and puppy with my head level with his cock. I couldn't help but put it in my mouth, hoping I'd get some of his piss. He didn’t disappoint. He still had some left as he pissed his final streams deep into my gulping throat. “Now get on that cunt,” he smirked. I was surprised... did he say what I thought he said? “Kneel, cuntboy,” he ordered and I let out a loud moan as I felt my mouth come into contact with those swollen cunt lips and began exploring. The hunger for piss overcame me. Pressing my mouth deeper in his cunt, I let out another moan signaling puppy what I wanted. The flow of piss, cum and cunt juices began slowly but it was obvious that he wouldn’t be able to hold it. I eagerly began to suck at his cunt as he continued to release the fluids taking them down my gullet. I was insatiable... I was a cunt dying of thirst and the only thing I needed to survive was the mixture of puppy’s cunt juices and our Daddy’s cum. The wet slurping sounds filled the room as I fed on their precious fluids. I was so fucking high at this point. I just wanted to feed. If there had been any doubts about piss before this, they were gone.

I do love working from home as I can see who is around and hopefully get a load or two before my partner gets home for him to use as lube. Yesterday I was really busy but was chatting to two possible guys all day, and one hot muscly cub said he was up for cycling over right after he finished work, which he did. Turns out he was American, but living in London, chunky muscly body with an amazing moustache which looked really hot on his young face and felt great while he rimmed me. He plowed in and gave me a really urgent fucking before blowing a weeks worth into my ass. I had noticed that a local guy who has fucked me a few times was online so I hit him up while the cub was showering and he said hed be right over, so when the first guy left, the second guy arrived. he is this really muscly Australian Asian Guy who lives down the street with his brother. His brother is straight so he kinda has to pop out for sex, and needs local guys to fuck. He is super friendly and fun, and was soon balls deep in the first guys cum. After he shot his load he went off home and about ten minutes later my partner got home. It is rare that I am able to line guys up in such quick succession so this was a rare day when it all lined up. Being pre-loaded really helps me take my partner as he is really hung big, and thankfully he likes and even appreciates a pre-loaded hole. So to top the day off I had an amazing session with him and got a third and by far my biggest load of the day.

explains why i feel the way i do and why i meet men that are that much older and who share me around.. they dont seem to have me for themself .. some told me that wanted to but as soon as i move there they rent me out cheap.. hard not to feel used and like trash when sold off and leaved with men i dont even know but i do serve so i get loved a little atleast.. even if most beat me, choke or strangled me and leave me after few weeks to get picked up by the one who i date

sound a lot like me and last sadist who had me with friends or men he invited me to suck but who drugged and gangraped me.. got strangled and passed out 4 times only during 3 hour fuck but few times waking by them fucking my face

I’d say anybody can easily recognize symptoms of STDs like gonorrea of chlamydia, or any other urethral infection, at least cause those symptoms are usually emerging on your genitals and that somehow links them to sexual activities. It‘s getting much trickier when the symptoms are emerging on a systemic level, think of syphilis for example. Those infections can easily go unrecognized and untreated even by physicians, if they are not that familiar with STDs. I remember my first syphilis infection being mistaken for an allergic reaction to food and being treated with antihistamines for ten days before running blood tests for specific antibodies. Anyway, having said that, the symptom that really rang an alarm bell in my head was the skin rush all over my belly. I’ve started seeing skin spots forming, at first, on both sides of my trunk and then spreading all over the mid section, chest and arms excluded. These spots are quite peculiar; they are usually not itchy, big and with a leopard skin pattern, not showing typical signs of inflammation (like a bright red color or desquamation) but are really impossible to ignore. Other than that, I didn’t have other symptoms that may alert you for an infectious disease; no fever, no swollen lymph nodes or tiredness. This is a sign of syphilis going into the secondary stage, I guess I was not able to recognize the first syphilis skin lesion cause that was down in my throat and it was not visible (What can I say, I’m a good at deeptroathing 😀).

I'm not sure if i'd consider it "going back" - I love that sensation of getting filled with huge cock and if a top really wants to use a condom, I'm not gonna stop him BUT, I'm not sure they'll be the default - it feels too good having a bare cock press against my hole. I've also started taking PrEP.

I was 11 and once I'd had it I couldn't stop! I'd sucked dick a few years before that too.

great way to sp[end your youth!

Chapter 38; *Becoming closer with Uncle Chad* I was now watching both of them from to the side of their bodies. The stark contrast of a chubby Black body against an emaciated white jaundiced frail body was just so damn fucking hot to see. I grabbed hold of my Gono leaking dick, and moments later Joe started to slide his sweet NEG ass down on Uncle Chad's dangerous fuck weapon with his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he rode on that sweeT AIDS Death-dick! Chad after a while stopped staying still, wrapping his arms around Joe and began to take control of the fucking, and very soon was at a reasonable steady pace. Fuck, I could not not join in. I knelt behind my Daddy of death, and slid my own dick up his diseased cunT, and fucked him with the three of us in nasty-PiG unison. The man in the middle started to cough, which sounded like it was a really bad chest infection. But, that did not stop him enjoying defiling this piece of fresh meat. He then began to fuck much faster than he had been and was getting breathless very quickly. He began to shudder, with a raspy cough ensuing. Fuck, this really was a fuck of death if I had ever seen one. He took one last thrust, took one big grunT, then fell silent as his highly charged seed began to spew into Joe's NEG guts. And I knew Uncle Chad was now cumming as each rope of very dirty cum his perineal muscles were propelling into this willing PiG, I would feel his own cunT muscles clamp onto and massage my dick. - Oh FUCK Uncle Chad, your cunT feels so fucking great. My daddy of death once fully spent went to go and lie down. That fuck had taken it all out of him. And here I was to carry on his legacy, and, why not show him here and now that he can be proud of me, so I slid my aching dick into Joe and began to fuck him with long hard slow strokes, with CRF19 poz loaded cum as the absolute perfect lube. I had been fucking this fresh PiG for a while, with Uncle Chad's dirty cum sloshing and squelching about inside, when we suddenly heard a voice; - FUCK YEAH, it's Aiden's dancing PiG. It was the tattooed septum pierced skinhead, who was the last guy to fuck me at the afTer-parTy the night of my dancing gig 3 weeks ago. He stepped into the private cabin and got himself in between my legs and just shoved his toxic dick up my cunT. No spit no nothing, just rammed it in. Time for a recharge it seems. - Definitely not as sloppy as the first time I banged your cunT faGGot, but it still feels great. Wonder if any of those loads that night took!? - I just had a severe flu. I think it must have been a seroconversion. - And what about this chubby fucker here; Poz? - No, NEG apparently. - Oh FUCK YEEEEEAH, breed that hole. Share your toxic seed and spread the gifT. FUCK YEEEEEAH, stick it to the whore. The thought of me as someone new to the brotherhood seeding a NEG hole seemed to overly excite him, and he busted his filth up my cunT within minutes of ramming into me. He climbed off of me, and went to the front, barking at Joe to clean his dick up. As the skinhead and I had our dicks serviced we looked at each other; I lusting after him as he was so sexy and rough, and he smirking at me as though to say; 'welcome to your freedom as a fully charged-up poz PiG'. Getting lost in his alpha essence I partly forgot I had a cunT on the end of my dick, and, then it was too late to hold back ... And my toxic seed erupted inside of Joe's guts, as the skinhead's toxic seed at the same time dribbled out of my sweet ass. ☢️ Once I was done my rough skinhead and I swapped positions, and he slopped about with Uncle Chad and I's cum being churned up with his rough fucking. And the lucky chubby PiG got to clean up my dick too. Soon it was just Uncle Chad and I alone again, and I could have gone playing around, but, I wanted to spend some quality time with this wise man. I ended up going back to his place. Everything was so clean, and neat, and he was totally prepared in mind and practically to go into the hospice tomorrow. - Fancy a pure blood blood slam sweet Stevie-boy? - Not a broTherhood shoT? - No, just pure blood. - I would LOVE that. Have More of you inside me, integrating with my DNA, and becoming as one. I want you to be a part of me forever Uncle Chad. He smiled, looking at me fondly. He put a tourniquet onto an arm on both of us, and before I knew it, I had my first ever pure blood slam with a viral load of 59 million from my donor. - Fuck it, let's do some meTh too [ My Daddy of death exclaimed ]. We both had a few shoTs each, and fucked each other for several hours. Not manic crazy fucking, but long, slow, unhurried, man on man, feral RAW poz fucking. We both came inside of each other several times, and kissed passionately a lot too. Even though he was deathly thin, I found him super sexy. and licking on his AIDS wasted cunT hole was sheer pure heaven. The following morning came, and I awoke being spooned by Uncle Chad. In that moment I could have died with him and joined him for an eternity of more of what we shared lastnight after we got back to his. I went with him to the hospice which was a Saturday, and told him I'd try and come by later in the week next week. I kissed him softly on his lips, and went on my way, feeling his virulent poz DNA course through my veins. ☣️ That night my boyfriend Lew and I had our planned video chat. It was becoming really awkward now our talks. Could it be we both had plenty to hide. Maybe we would both find out all in good time. He did seem concerned for my appearance. Apparently I looked like I had lost weight, and was looking pretty pale, in his words. If only he knew! 😉 I FINALLY went back to work on Monday, and worked the full week, and really enjoyed it, and was now feeling myself become that much more settled. The weekend came and I spent it on properly getting in groceries to make my own meals, and some furniture to suit my own taste. There was no talking with Lew, and I didn't get time to go and see Uncle Chad. I would go and see him on Monday, as Ayan had given me that day off as I was going to the clinic for my PEP treatment follow up, and blood work. What would the Doctor say! 😈

Chapter 37; *broTherhood shoT for Joe* 💉 We all made some small talk for a bit, then Chad piped up; - You seem a bit on edge Joe, fancy some meTh? - I have never had it. But I hear it is great for releasing your inhibitions. Do you inject it? - I do yes. - That's the thing, I am scared of needles. - Well, you don't have to look. If you close your eyes now, and keep them shut until I have dosed you up, then you will be fine. - Okay, why not. He closed his eyes, and Uncle Chad set about giving this stud a fuck he'd never forget. I helped put a tourniquet on my unforgettable CRF19 donor who then put in a needle into his own arm, and drew out some super charged up toxic blood into a syringe full of meTh. Then, a tourniquet went on our guest; - Now keep still, just a quick short sharp scratch. In went the needle, and I watched Uncle Chad depress the plunger, injecting in meTh, and his blood of death. The illusive and very special broTherhood shoT. Out with the needle and arm into position to stop any potential bleeding. He started to both sweat and breath heavily, then kept on repeatedly saying whilst feverishly playing with his limp dick; - Fuck Yeah. Fuck Yeah. Fuck Yeah. I was laying against one of the cabin walls and was needing my poz-Gono dick cleaning up from my anonymous steam room fuck; - Suck my dick slut, c'mon, show me what you are made of. He got on all fours in front of me, and started sucking me like a true champ. He must have had plenty of practice with his lover come ex brother in law. I milked my perineum to get out extra Gono-pus from my dick, as a side serving to go with the the steam room cunt juice he was cleaning up. And just like Todd I'd roar in pain when the Gono flowed out heavily via its provocation. Uncle Chad got behind him and began to rim and finger alternating between the two, slowly opening up this recently divorced meTh PiG's virgin cunt. With his now ex brother in law he was the 'Top'. My CRF19 stud once he had opened up the new PiG spat on his dick for what would be one of his last ever fucks, and slid in. Only half way in, and Joe gasped; - Oh fuck. I wasn't expecting that. Shit man, that feels fucking good. - Good. Now come up to the seated position. I LOVE to fuck that way. Nice and intimate. The meTh'd up PiG responded duly with Uncle Chad slowly rocking his hips back and forth, sliding his deathly fuck meat in and out, in and out. Then he leaned in to whisper; - Did you enjoy your broTherhood shoT sluT? - What is a broTherhood shoT? - A combination of meTh, and HIV infecTed blood, which I just gave to you. - Where did you get the blood? - From a vein in my arm. But you didn't see that as your eyes were shut as you are apparently squeamish with needles. ... there was a small pause ... - So you are HIV positive? - Yes, I have the virus, which has now progressed onto AIDS! Whilst we are here having this conversation, what is your status? - I am HIV negative. Uncle Chad and I looked at each other as though to say ''That broTherhood shoT you just took has probably just changed that situation for you entirely". He stopped fucking Joe, but remained HARD and remained DEEP inside. And now to put his expert hands to good use. They sure knew how to touch you in all the right places with the exact pressure required to have you begging for his super charged up filth. He commenced stroking Joe in his meTh'd up state with a combination of soft and firm strokes all over his body; His neck, his legs, his arms, his back, and the sides to his trunk ~ Soft. Firm Slow! All the while Joe was moaning, and with each stroke his moans got louder, and louder, and louder. As this AIDS stud worked his latest project up into a frenzy he also took to some nasty poz verbal speaking quietly yet firmly in this meTh'd up PiG's ear; - You like the feel of RAW dick up your cunT do you, you nasty sluT? - Fuck Yeah, it feels so fucking great. Feels so smooth and natural. - Well, if you want to continue feeling my HIV infecTed dick slide in and out of your big beefy black ass, then you are going to have to do some of the work here. Show me that you really want my dirty cum spewed into your piggy guts!

i was 8 years old and my brothers friend raped me he asked me to come over to his place he wanted to show me something and i went over and he sure showed me i dident know what he was doing to me at the time but the more he did it the more i liked it once he shot his load deep in me i was hooked he bred my ass for 4 years i could never stop after that

10,mall restroom. Redhead with an 8in cock.

This is a good question. What exactly is the timeline for such a thing? We read stories with sex partners saying "their very last NEG load" right during the sex when they got a poz load. It hasn't had time to work its magic. He might still have a NEG one tomorrow, or the day after. There's no logical way it transforms you that instantaneously. I doubt even the superbugs do that so soon! Prove me wrong.

There is one surefire way to increase your sperm production. Injections of hCG, or human chorionic gonadotropin. It is what stimulates your testicles to produce testosterone and sperm. And because it is a hormone, it begins working immediately. A few hours after injecting, you will have a big load. It is used in fertility treatments for men and women (action is of course different in the different sexes). In men who are taking testosterone or steroid injections, the testicles often shut down and start shrinking. For that reason, those guys often inject hCG to keep their testicles working. In the US, it requires a prescription, but it can be bought from Mexico in the form of a drug called Pregnyl (possibly from other countries as well). It requires refrigeration after mixing the drug into the solution. Because hormones are active at incredibly small amounts, the needle is tiny. You can use a 0.3 ml insulin syringe which has a truly tiny needle (short and very, very thin--you hardly feel it, honestly), and the injection goes just beneath the skin. You can inject into the belly or hip. A dose as small as 0.1 ml can have a dramatic effect on your load size.

Not yet.

Yes he does as the strain that managed to infect him will replicate once in. He'd likely be given different meds but the danger (and the reason why his doc is worried) is that a truvada-resistant strain could also mutate to be resistant to other meds if he doesn't take the new meds properly. If through his lifestyle he passes these strains on then that's when it starts to become a problem as you are now dealing with more people with resistant strains.

I had missed this complete story since it is in the Chem-Sex section, but wow, it sounds like a fantastic nine days of sex and knowing the outcome, it certainly is life changing. I know I would have done exactly the same---I am attracted to a a good looking smooth youngish guy with a hot cock and would eagerly let him infect me with anything he had. That written, being a true chaser--I would have done the same thing even knowing the outcome.

Henri refused to say good bye as he left yesterday. We both fully understood that it is highly unlikely that we would ever see each other again. Not only does he live in St. Martin, he has been living with CRF19 strain of HIV for nearly 3 years. He already has progressed so far that he has been told he is at that final stage--full blown AIDS. For the past 9 days we had been sharing our bodies as he shared his virus laden cum and blood with me. Although the likely-hood of me contracting a co-infection is rare, be were both savoring the possibility that we would forever be connected via that super-strain. He drove a load deep into my ass just minutes before Jony arrived. Jony agreed to drive Henri to Atlanta. From there he could get a direct flight home--once the airport was open again. Neither of us wanted to think of that. We just wanted to be together one more time. Henri had been staying at my place for the past 3 days. No doubt, that time had been filled with as much fucking as possible. It had been amazing to go from a random fuck to full on making love in just a week. And all of that was smeared with as much highly tainted jizz as that caramel cock could produce. Our last fuck was amazing. It started out to be something of a quickie. We knew Jony would soon arrive, so we just got to it. Yeah, he brushed my hole first, did not want to loose the opportunity to make that pathway for transmission easier. We started off hot and heavy. Henri knew how to pound hard and started out drilling my hole like the powerful jackhammer he could be. I like getting fucked hard and he was great. I love have a man know how to push that limit....right between this feels so fucking amazing and stop, you are tearing my ass open. I expected him to cum fairly quickly, but he showed no signs of giving up a load yet. Then, suddenly and without any words spoken, he slowed down. His strokes became slower and with less force. But at the same time, they became more intimate and personal. Then he said something amazing. He wanted to give me this final dose of his disease laden cream not in power nor pain, but in love. He continued that he wanted me to remember him, not just for that possibility we would share this deadly strain, but he wanted me to recall, the care and effort he put into servicing my queer ass. For nearly an hour that black cock probed my raw ass. So many positions, so much leverage, so much arousal for my prostrate. My own cock was rigid and drooling precum like I have never experienced before. Henri recognized that I was ready to explode in passion. He slowly withdrew his massive meat and proceeded to worship my cock and the toxic precum I was spewing. It was only a few moments later that I blew my own strain against the back of Henri's throat. Then, in a deep and sensual kiss, he transferred my own cum into my mouth, which I swallowed with great enthusiasm. Then, without speaking, he rolled me over, got me ass up and resumed pounding my ass. My hole was gaping a bit and offered little resistance as he plunged his cock deep on the first thrust. He was soon back to his jackhammer ways. He was pounding me hard and fast. After a week of practice, we synced up in that staccato rhythm and became on body intertwined in an amazing fuck. But, his own body could only withstand that intense fuck rate for a short while. All to damned soon, I felt him go rigid. I heard his breathing deepening. He bellowed quietly while he jammed one more load into me. Once again, I was exposed to that amazing and deadly strain. I just had my 21st exposure to CRF19. Seventeen times that beautiful man had used his amazing cock to ram his creamy, cummy delight deep into my hole. Twelve of those times, my hole was well prepared. The bottle brush that was used the night I most likely got knocked up once again, prepared my hole. The other 4 exposures came at the point of a needle. The most recent was last Friday. We had both just taken our first dose of Lady T for the night. Some may not think that blood slams are as erotic as a good fuck. But man, that night it was amazing. I had gone first and had done about a .5.....not huge, but enough to get to the zone nicely. Just as the first beads of Tina scented sweat were appearing on my body, I watched as he pulled back on the plunger and filled the syringe with 3ccs of his death inducing blood. I extend my arm as he withdrew the needed from his vein. As a small bit of blood emerged from the needle-prick wound, Henri took a finger and wiped the blood away. Then he pressed his bloodied finger.....his finger bloodied with a fatal version of blood....against my lips. He whispered for me to lick it clean.....if I did, he would give me the syringe. I greedily took his dripping red finger into my mouth and devoured it as if I was a starving man. He smiled in appreciation, pulled back his hand and resumed his duties. He quickly raised a vein, I felt that pin prick and he got the needle set into place. Once again he asked me if I wanted to take the essence of his life, which could become the essence of my death. I hissed a nearly silent yes. Before the entire word was uttered, he started pushing the plunger. My cock was springing to life as I watched the red fluid, filled with thousands of replicas of the CRF19 strain of HIV disappeared into my own body. As quickly as he could pull the rig from my arm, I was begging for his black cock. I needed fucked. I wanted a white exposure to go with that red exposure. He fully agreed and soon had buried his cock balls deep. It is kind of weird to consider that a series of somewhat random events....hurricane, him ending up in Asheville, him being related to one of my fuck buds......all aligned to result in a week of near constant exposure to a strain of the virus that few would chase. No doubt, Henri will have to face the culmination of his disease in the coming months or years. For all I know, this past week may have changed my own life expectancy. I have not been on meds since I got knocked up around the first of this past year. A recent HEP C diagnosis reminded me that my body has a variety of internal attacks to deal with. Perhaps I will not know for sometime, perhaps will never know if Henri shared his toxic treat with me. But I do know this. Sharing rigs and cum with Henri made the past week an incredibly erotic and thrill inducing time. His personality, skill and willingness to share would have been a great fuck experience regardless. Knowing that he was spewing CRF19 laden cum, knowing that he willing injected CRF19 laden blood.....made the time with him off the charts. I thought it felt great to start chasing and taking POZ cum. I thought it felt great when I first felt a brush ream my hole. I thought it felt great to finally be POZ. But, manning up and taking 21 exposures to CRF19 (over the past 9 days) has been a thrill I will never forget. For whatever fates caused Irma to "blow" Henri into my life, I am appreciative. What the storm, and Henri left behind will never be forgotten.

I love being told what position to get into even if its uncomfortable to me. The fact that my top is fuking me and using me the way he want is.. wow so hot. I am submissive and fem when I fuck so like my legs together and apart in doggy. However I will generally start with them apart. Has he had you put feet and knees together while in missionary? The same sort of control is available there too.

PART 4 “Wait a second,” Jason said, growing suddenly serious. “Before we get this kid slammed up and pozzed deep, there are a few things we need to address.” “Yeah, bud? What’s that?” He looked down at my gym shorts. “First of all, dude, I really need you to unleash that cock. You’re about to tear through the fabric. And let’s see that hairy chest, too—get fuckin’ naked for me.” I looked down to see the outline of my dick hanging down my left thigh, straining against the shorts and leaving a visible wet spot as it drooled toxic precum. I gave Jason a cocky little smirk, then peeled off my tank top, running my hand down my stomach to pull the elastic of my shorts down past my cock and onto the floor. “Now what?” Jason wasn’t looking at my face anymore. He was transfixed by the sight of my dick, still slick with infected seed. “Well, second of all,” he said—and here I caught a demonic glint in his pitch-black pupils—“before we go to the sling room, I need to take a giant leak. Could you direct me to the nearest urinal?” Without another word, I took Conrad by the arm and laid the kid on his back. “Spread your hole, faggot,” I said, taking a moment to look into his eyes with deep affection and brotherly pride. Conrad gave me a blissed-out, boyish grin. Then he reached down to his little jockbutt, pulling it back to reveal the hole I’d seduced with Tina, penetrated raw, and pounded full of poz cum. “That’s good, bro. Fuckin’ beautiful. A little wider, please.” He dug his fingers in deeper and pulled his little cumhole wide enough that a small cascade of my poz offspring dripped onto the bedsheet. “So listen now,” I continued, “Jason and I are gonna show you something new, OK?” Conrad nodded, so incredibly eager to please—no questions asked. A true chemwhore. His eyes locked on mine again, and I gave him an almost imperceptible nod, as if to say: You’re doing great, kid. Jason rested the head of his raw cock against Conrad’s smooth, dripping boyhole. “OK, buddy,” he said to Conrad. “You ready? Here we fuckin' go.” My lil’ bro grunted approval. And then with a slow, single thrust, Jason sank his bare cockhead and veiny shaft into my boy, not stopping until his balls came to rest against the cum-trail dripping steadily from Conrad’s cunt. Jason leaned forward, pressing his dick even deeper as my lil’ bro breathed out a single word: “Yes.” Then Jason closed his eyes and concentrated on the task at hand. “Just stay perfectly still,” he said to Conrad. “Relax your hole for me, boy. There you go. Just like that. Keep it relaxed. Stay right where you are. I’m just about to—“ Before he could even finish his sentence, it happened: he let out a long, guttural moan as his mouth opened wide and his head kicked back. Then he slowly thrust his raw cock even deeper, emptying a bladder full of partypiss into my beautiful fucked-up boy. I don’t know how long it took for him to release everything he’d stored up, but one thing was clear: my lil’ bro’s guts were getting flooded. “How does that feel, Conrad?” I asked him. He shook his head slowly as if to say: No words. My dick bounced in appreciation as I watched my boy’s pupils dilate a little more with every wave of piss invading his hole. “Warm,” he finally whispered, his voice lower now, his face less boyish, like he was transforming into a man while I watched. “So fuckin’ warm.” Finally, Jason’s steady moan drifted into silence. He opened his eyes and glanced over at me. We both laughed. “I’ve been saving up that slampiss for awhile,” he said. Then his eyes closed again and he let out another primal moan. “Fuuuuuuuck—there’s a little more. A little more piss for you, kid. Jesus. Goddamn—I’m so fuckin’ glad my chems found a home. A perfect home. Right here, deep inside this eager fuckin' faggot.” Conrad just kept smiling. “I was born to be a faggot for men like you," he said with a little nod. My cock swelling with pride, I leaned over to give my boy a kiss. Then Jason let out a giant sigh. “OK, boy,” he said. “I’m gonna start pulling out, OK? Now, here’s what I want you to do: I want you to start squeezing that sweet little fuckhole for me. There you go. Squeeze it—just like that. Nice! Such a good boy. Now listen: after I pull out, I want you to keep it nice and tight, OK? We’re gonna give you a few minutes to soak up my Tina-piss.” As Jason’s cock slipped out of Conrad’s hole, I saw a single dark-gold droplet of piss escape—but that was all. Obedient as ever, my boy turned all his attention to keeping those recycled chems deep in his fuckhole, right where they belonged. “Thank you, fucker,” I said to Jason, grabbing him by the back of the head as we matched breaths in a hungry kiss. I pressed my cock against his tight stomach, then reached around to his furry hole. My fingers slipped easily inside him, enveloped in a familiar warmth and wetness. “Goddamn,” I whispered in his ear. “How many loads have you taken tonight?” “Just five,” he said with a cocky grin. “My poz Daddy has a rule: I can take as much cum as I want, but only if I share my unmedicated load with at least one boy. Preferably a negboy.” I growled. "OK, I gotta meet this poz Daddy of yours. So here's what we're gonna do: I’m gonna help this boy release the piss from his hole. Then we’re gonna meet up with you guys in the sling room. Got it?” “Got it, dude,” Jason said as he opened the door, his towel slung over his shoulder. “And hurry. I tell ya, my Daddy’s gonna fuckin’ love this kid.” “We won’t be long,” I assured him. With that, I grabbed Conrad by the arm and led him down the hall, showing him to the group shower directly across from the giant hot tub. I turned on the water, spun him around, and wrapped my arms around his torso. As we stood there under the water, I thought to myself: You think you’re high now, kid? Releasing this piss will take you to whole new level. And that’s nothing compared with what’s still to come. “OK, lil’ bro,” I said with my mouth resting against his ear, my hands brushing up and down the length of his tight little six-pack. “I’m gonna rest my cock against your hole, alright? As I start to press into you, just relax. Got it?” He nodded, and I reached down to position the head of my dick against that hungry little cunt. As I started to apply pressure, I felt his ass relax—and suddenly my cock was surrounded by a rush of warm slampiss rushing out of his hole. I thrust a little deeper, feeling a gutful of chems splashing down my legs. And then I couldn’t hold back. I began to fuck him, but only for a minute or so—just to feel his hungry hole pulse and twitch hungrily around my raw dick. As I kept fucking, the stream of slampiss slowed to a trickle. He moaned. And for the first time, with every thrust of my poz dick into my 18-year-old boy’s eager fuckhole, he began actively milking my cock. “Very good, boy,” I whispered. “You’re fuckin’ made for this. Aren’t you, lil’ bro?” “Fuck yeah, big bro,” he mumbled. This kid was totally in heat—the slampiss rushing out of his hole had taken him into the goddamn stratosphere. “I’m made for this. And I need it so bad. Your raw cock. Your amazing fat dick, deep inside my boyhole. Bareback me. Please bareback me. Please. You. Fucking. Stud.” “Listen, lil’ bro,” I said, easing off on my thrusts before resting my cock deep inside him. I looked up to see that a sizable crowd had formed around us, so I leaned in a little closer and lowered my voice. “As much as I want to breed you right now, we shouldn’t make that poz Daddy wait any longer. So get your towel, boy. It’s time for you to get slammed up.” We walked back to the room, my arm draped over his shoulder, my hand occasionally mussing his hair like an affectionate big bro. I stopped by our room for just a moment to grab my playkit—and then proceeded to the sling room. When we reached the door, I turned to Conrad, placing my hands on his cute little butt as I drew his body close to mine. “You sure you’re ready for this, lil’ bro?” “I’m ready for anything, big bro.” “Good boy. Then knock.” He looked at the door, hesitating for just a moment, then glanced back at me. I gave him a proud little nod. He grinned that boyish grin, then gave the door a solid knock. Footsteps approached. The door opened. Standing before us, naked and hard, was a man like almost no man I’d seen. He was a silver Daddy type, mid-40s maybe, with a lean and muscled chest covered with salt-and-pepper hair, a tight stomach, and a truly massive pierced cock. Best of all: right above his navel, in jet-black ink, he had a biohazard tattoo that expanded and contracted with every breath, as if pulsing with hunger. “Welcome, you fuckin’ pigs,” he said with a lopsided grin. “I’m Grant. And you better get in here, ‘cuz we’ve got some fuckin’ work to do.” MORE SOON…

This is not quite a bug-chasing/gifting story, but clearly is in that direction. ********************************************************************** For some time now a young MD has been toying with me on-line. He's negative and he's intrigued by the fact that I am HIV+ and fantasizing about having raw sex with me, but he is always too afraid to cum here or to let me cum to his place ... until last night that is! The last time he toyed with me, giving me his address and phone number then freaking out at the last minute, I threatened to go to his place and rape him if he did it again. For about a week he avoided me. Every time I came on-line he quickly got off-line. The last night he got on-line and before he could leave I IM'd him and asked him if he was avoiding me. He said yes. I asked him if he were afraid of me. He said he was, but was also afraid of what he might do himself in terms of being unsafe. We talked a good while. I tried to get him to commit to meeting me. He was non-committal. He fudged. He had to run the clinic in the morning. He was on call. He had a stressful day. I bought nothing of this. I pushed. I talked dirty to him. I told him what I wanted to do to him. I could see by his responses that he was wavering in his defense. He was still afraid of me cumming in his ass or his mouth. So, I said "Well I promise you that I won't even take my 501s off let alone unbutton them." "Oh," he said." You're willing to be an oral top then." Yes," I said “I want to suck your pierced cock! I want to make you moan with pleasure." He said that he was rock hard and wanted me so badly. He said that it was too far for him to come down to mid-town. (Believe me it is less than a 20 minute ride on the train!) I told him the big lie and I said that I would come to his place since I in the neighborhood, and could be there in five minutes. HA! Got him! He relented, begging me to cum over and gave me his address again and his phone number and said he wanted to see me "right away!" I said that I was walking out the door, and I would be there in 20 minutes and signed off before he could answer. I grabbed my Tennessee Williams short story paperback and ran to the train. By good fortune there was an express train about to leave as I walked into the 42nd Street station, so I arrived at 110th Street in less than fifteen minutes and walked directly to his apartment building three blocks up. The doorman let me in and showed me the elevator. In less than a minute this stud was ringing the doorbell standing there in my gray cotton t-shirt, my 501 button fly levis, white wool socks and white sneakers. He opened the door and gasped. "What's the matter, you don't like what you see?" I asked." No," he said, "you're a fucking hot stud." I did not expect that. Frankly, this guy was hot himself. He took me immediately to the side of his bed. He was only wearing a pair of boxers. We immediately started kissing as I caressed his back and solid hot buns. Then, I knelt down in front of him pulled down those boxers and took his cock in my mouth and began to lick and suck it. He groaned. I turned him so that I could push him down on the bed. He whimpered and shook. I put his hot legs on my shoulders and started licking his toes and worked my way up to his crotch. The closer I got to his cock and ass the more he whimpered. Then I did the same with the other foot and hot muscular leg and thigh. He was ready to scream! I pushed his legs in the air and thrust my tongue in that hot quivering ass! He started calling upon his maker! I kept deliberately tongue fucking him only stopping to call him a fucking pig slut and other endearing names. "Oh, God" he moaned repeatedly. "Fucking pig!" I emphasized. I continued to tongue fuck him and chew on that sweet, sweet asshole for over an hour, alternating between that and sucking his pierced cock. He was close. So I came up for air. HA! He excused himself and went in to the bathroom. I lay down sideways on the bed with my feet touching the floor my legs spread apart facing the bathroom door. I pulled my gray t-shirt out of my 510s just up to the bottom of my rib cage and pushed the 501s down just a bit exposing my light hairy stomach. As he came out of the bathroom I was caressing my stomach with one hand, the other rested on my chest. He fell down on his back beside me. I turned my face to him and he turned to me and put his arm over me and we began a long passionate kiss, his hand caressing my exposed stomach ... very lightly and gently. My cock became rock hard and bulged in my 501s. Each time his hand reached to the top of my 501s he would put a finger down the inside. Finally, he touched the tip of my soggy wet manhood and moved a finger around under the foreskin. I was in ecstasy. I was hot and throbbing. Suddenly he sat up and pulling his legs up underneath him he turned himself so that he was facing across my body below the level of my waist. He started to undo the military belt buckle. I feebly protested and touched his hand. "No, please, let me do this." I wanted him. I knew now that I would have him. He could not resist and I knew it. He unbuttoned the buttons on my fly and pulled my 501s open exposing my throbbing 7x5 uncut infected cock. He leaned over and his mouth took the full length of my shaft and his lips pressed against my crotch. I moaned. "Please stop! I'm close!" I pulled his mouth off my cock. He pleaded with me! "Please Daddy, please, this is what I want. I want to drink your fuckin’ load of cum. I want to taste it! Please don't keep it from me. Please let me have it!" It was the most erotic scene I have ever been in. I was so unbelievably aroused by this whole thing. I had him exactly where I wanted him. I knew this would happen. I laid back and his warm mouth engulfed me and he sucked my hot throbbing meat until I engorged this hot poz jizz down his warm and eager throat. He swallowed several times. He was shaking he was so excited. I must have shot a huge creamy load. When he finally took his mouth from my cock we kissed passionately for a long time. Then I sat up and, kneeling on the floor, pulled his legs around my torso, leaned over and sucked his cock long and hard until he shot a big wad of thick, sweet cum in my mouth. It was wonderful. There was so much that some spilled out of my mouth on to his blond hairy belly and I licked-up the spilled load. He sat up and we kissed passionately. Three hours had gone by. It was time for me to get back down-town. I took the bus back. I wanted to savor the memory of that erotic scene. Later that night I sent him an email saying how much I had enjoyed myself and hoped that he would not have any morning after regrets about what we had done. This is the reply I received from him in the morning. “I have no regrets. It was an incredibly erotic moment. I did exactly what I wanted to do. We WILL play again. Sometime soon....”

Sometimes it's so easy to bug a neg. There's no challenge to it. But since every faggot deserves the fatal fuk, it’s my duty to oblige. I was at an AIDS benefit, and this young bartender kept giving me the eye. I figured if he wanted me to dick him, I’d accommodate. So I started a conversation, and hinted I’d go home with him if he wanted. He got this look of lust in his eyes, and I knew I had a taker. He said be off in an hour, so I waited around in anticipation of shooting a killer load up his ass. I had his clothes off in no time. He had a good body and a nice dick, but it was his ass I was interested in. The easiest way to get into a faggot's ass is to rim it, so I went to work on him. I had his legs in the air in no time. I spit on my dick, aligned it with his hole, and thrust my weapon inside his guts. He gasped, urging me to go slow, cause he hadn't been fukked in a while. That turned me on, so I started to power-fuk him. I had one objective in mind—to blow a huge load of deadly cum deep inside his guts. He kept stroking, and I pulled his hand off and told him not yet. He told me that most guys who screwed him came in a couple minutes. I said that I had no intention of making this QUICK (which was true) and DIRTY--which was not. I started to really plow his ass. I wanted to tear him up a bit. After10 minutes, I was ready for the kill. I asked him where he wanted it. He said to shoot all over him, but NOT INSIDE. That made me smile, knowing he wanted to stay NEG but was taking my poz dick up his ass. "TOO LATE!" I said. He tensed in a last ditch effort to reject me. I shot what felt like a gallon of POZ jizz up his NEG ass. He went limp, accepting the inevitable. I kept fukking him, massaging my cum into his gut. He started stroking his pole again, and I let him. I flipped him onto his stomach, and slid my dick, slick with poz cum, back inside him. I started pumping again, and 20 minutes later shot my 2nd load of poison. I glanced at my watch. I’d fukked him for half an hour so far. My dick came out pink--cum mixed with blood. I pictured my virus entering his bloodstream, which made me hard again. I told him I needed to dick him some more. The grimace on his face told me he was getting pretty sore. But my needs came first, and I rode his neg ass for what seemed like an eternity (but was only 30 minutes). I finally shot my 3rd load. His hand went back to his pole, and I let him cum. I figured he deserved that much. He shot all over his chest—hopefully the last NEG load of his life. As I dressed, he told me he’d never been fukked him like that before, and that it’d been the best sex of his life. I agreed, but not for the reasons he was thinking. I told him to relax, that I’d get the door myself. I locked it behind me. I left him there naked, covered with his own cum, my deadly bug taking over his body. Not bad for an hour’s work.

I was cruising at a Porn Shop and locked eyes with this cute guy. He was Hispanic, 5'8”, 160, with dark hair and innocent saucer eyes. He looked young - probably 21 at the oldest. He arched his brows and smiled at me. “How’s it going?” I inquired. “Okay.” “First time here?” “Yeah.” “You into guys?” My bluntness took him by surprise, but his bulging crotch belied his innocence. “Depends.” “Depends on what?” “The Guy.” “Been in the back yet?” He shook his head. “Let’s get some tokens, and I’ll show you round.“ We went into the back video area. It was dark and we could hear moaning cumming from the booths—not all was soundtrack. A variety of dudes loitered in the hall and stared at us insolently. I walked over to a Glory-Hole booth. The Youth followed me. I told the Kid to lock the door and feed in some tokens. Scenes of engorged young guys fucking and sucking flickered across the screen. He sat close to me, so close I felt his body heat. I placed my hand upon his knee and massaged his inner thigh. His gaze was frozen to the tube, embarrassed by my wantonness. “Been with a man before?” “No.” he shook his head. “Wanna try it?” “Yeah.” That was all I needed. I kissed him on the Lips and licked his Nips till he was moaning. I undid his jeans. His hard Cock jetted out below his briefs. His pants and jockeys fell to his ankles while I held Poppers beneath his nose. “What's that?” “Aroma therapy—relaxes you.” He sniffed big time. You could tell how much he wanted to “RELAX.” I sat back on the bench and pulled off my clothes. His eyes popped when he spied my massive Meat. “Wanna taste it?” He nodded. Gently but persuasively I pressed him down upon my Rod. Another Dick popped through the Glory Hole. “Suck It. Suck It all.” He was reluctant so I gave him another hit of Poppers. He took It down his hungry throat. ”It’s okay. It’s safe in here. Mostly Bi’s and Married Guys. You needn’t worry.” I bent down to rim his Ass. He moaned. I doused his Crack with Lubricant and rubbed my Cock against it. Slowly I pushed in. The Cock at the wall spasmed, and he coughed a little. He’d swallowed his first Load. Another Cock came his way. He showed no reticence. As his lips parted, I plowed his Ass and plunged into his Pussy. He groaned and twitched, but made no effort to pull off. I speared his Cunt and pumped my Deadly Jizm up his Rectal Cavity. Preoccupied, he took no notice. I encouraged him to take one Load of Venom after another. Within an hour, he’d become a total Pig. Mission accomplished, I dressed, unlatched the door, and peered out. I spotted just whom I was looking for—Rod, a POZ black dude. I waved him in. He whipped out his Infected Shaft and slid It in the guy. I whispered to the Neophyte I had to go, and thanked him for the Fuck. He groped me one more time and kept on sucking. Hunched over the bench, he took the Large Black POZ Cock up his Mancunt and a Dick of unknown Status down his gullet. Rod stuck around to watch the action. I exited the booth, leaving the door wide open to a queue of would-be Tops. A few weeks later I saw Rod at the Club. The Youth had stayed till 3 AM and taken 8 Loads up the Ass and a dozen down his throat. Welcome to the Club, Buddy!