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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?"

I'm just now recovering from getting my ass destroyed this morning. It happened hours ago but I couldn't move after. It feels like my ass got hollowed out, which was just what I needed so I can concentrate when I go to work.

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 was on my way home from work yesterday when Jony called. Although I do not get to see him a lot, he is one hot fucking top. I met him before I started chasing, but we did not fuck until he was sure I was chasing. He is drop dead gorgeous, in my book. A native of the Caribbean, he has that mixed race skin tone that was born during sex between the French and African workers. He is also blessed with a great cock...8 inches, big in diameter, but not too big. The real bonus is that it has that perfect curve that will ensure a prostrate will be well massaged by the time he blasts his load. He is also one of those guys who seems to "improve" after using T.....he has fucked me for well over an hour--only stopping for arranging a new position. He knows how to use his long, lean frame to gain great leverage. Bottom line, he is a great fucker. Still, he lives some distance and we have some age difference, so we just don't get together often enough. When I heard that beautiful accent on the phone, my ass started throbbing. He was in my general area, with a cousin. The cousin was stranded due to the Hurricane, so they came to Asheville for a weekend of fun. Henri, the cousin, had been in the US for a couple weeks and had been enjoying the opportunity to fuck some white ass. But, they were out of weed and need some. My heart kind of dropped, they were gonna play, but looked like I was just a connection. Oh well, WTF. I told them to come on over. I had just picked up some really nice local stuff. Certainly not the most potent, but really nice smoke. Good, chilling' relaxin' smoke. An hour later they were at my door. Damn! Jony was looking so fucking fine. I know I often talk of any cock any time....looks and crap do not matter. But shit, he is just SOOOO good looking. Henri was not slouch. Not as tall, not as buff, but a beautiful almost black skin tone, hair in dreds and some great tats. I got the weed and handed them a pretty good baggieful. Henri suggest perhaps we sample it. I was not asking for cash, so that was a sign he wanted to hang a bit...I thought. I got out my biggest bong...freshly cleaned and sparkling. They both lit up with they saw it...it is a great instrument for getting high quickly. I let Jony do the honors of packing a bowl and Henri took that first puff. A strong session of repeated puff puff pass quickly started. With very little talk, we just enjoyed that gentle dragon relax us. A couple bowls later, we slowed a bit and drifted into conversation. No doubt, Irma was the biggest topic. Although it looks like Henri's home was spared, transportation was not available. We talked about being queer in our respective cultures. Bashed Trump with glee. After another bowl or two, Henri asked for a pipe. I got him one but he waved it away. Then I saw why. He had an 8-ball of T in his hand and was ready to make some clouds. Hmmmm....maybe there would be some Island dick in my ass after all. I went to the other room and got my T supplies, proper pipe(s) a good torch and some points and all the other trappings of dancing with Lady T. With experienced hands, Henri fired off the first round of that dreamy white smoke. After we passed the pipe a second time, it was clear we were all "getting there". In fact, almost as if commanded to do so, we all stripped our shirts off, the warmth of that good lady starting to make itself known. Hell, I was ready for anything and offered to set up some points. Hearing no objections, I measured out three .4 and started to dissolve the crystals. This was some decent stuff, nice crystals, smelled right, tasted right.....if it was cut, was not cut much. I filled the point (a fresh one) and put it on the try. I figured one of them would pick it up and find the mark. Never one to turn down a needle, Jony quickly was depressing the plunger. It is so hot watching someone do that--and then watching them move into the T-zone. A couple small coughs told me that Jony was THERE. I repeated the prep and handed the rig to Henri. He was just as accomplished with the syringe as he was with the pipe. He easily raised a vein, got the red signal that all was good and soon had a dose coursing in his veins. The heat was obvious, his black skin was glistening almost as soon as he laid the rig back on the tray. I followed suit as quickly as possible and my own cough announced we were all flying on T. Like so many times, a little T turns lips loose. The conversation was animated and wide ranging. But very soon it turned to fucking. Again, without any real discussion we were all nude and my visitors were both sporting amazing hard-ons. I knew what the expect from Jony. It was a real pleasure to see Henri was swinging some great meat as well. Longer, thinner and no curve to speak of, it still had a massive head, decorated with a single 0 Prince Albert. A PLUS sign tattoo at it's based, confirmed what I expected, Henri was POZ like his cousin. I sucked both of those brown beauties for a while, and both went to hardened steel status with little encouragement. The Tina was making my ass throb. I needed FUCKED and fucked hard. I backed put to Henri and he worked a bit to get his tip in the right spot. But once he got settled, he drove that long pole balls deep in one smooth thrust. It was just painful enough to enjoy, knowing I had a great cock starting to pound my ass. Not to be left out, Jony offered that curved dick to my still hungry lips. With a little work, we were soon in a great rhythm---with me getting spit-roasted between two BBC. I am not sure it can get much better than that: great cock, great guys, great T, good weed. I lost track of time as we fucked, sucked, changed positions and fucked some more. It was almost an hour after that first prick of a needle, that I noticed the time. I had had one of those rods in my ass nearly that whole time. I figured we were getting close to pay off. I wanted their cum and I wanted it in my ass. I told them as much and it was clear they agreed. Within a half hour, both of them had delivered a great load. A three way is always great...especially if I am getting all the dick. This one was quite amazing. I got up from the bed and inserted an ass plug to preserve the POZ pleasure in my ass. We collapsed on the bed and continued talking. Now, a bit more quiet, but just good conversation. Three POZ queers, sharing drugs, cock and cum, we were all content in the moment. Jony and I know the circumstance of each other's POZZING. I was a chaser, he was a sex worker in Miami for a number of year. We compared notes about our "conquests" as tops. I had just confirmed my number 4, Jony knows of several, but quite likely there are more. Jony urged Henri to tell his story. Reluctant at first, another round of needle pricks loosened him up. He did not start queering until he was in the military. He was raped, but realized it was great sex. Soon, he was a confirmed homo. Sill he was a bit restricted due to his duties as a military policeman. In 2012, he was sent to Cuba as an Embassy guard. His deployment was for 12 months and he learned to enjoy what Havana had to offer during that time. Although he was a native French speaker, he had learned Spanish as well. His color, features and Spanish skills allowed him to frequent the largely underground gay world of Cuba. It was only during a physical exam as he was separating from the military, that he learned that one of those Cuban cocks had infected his ass. He had a lifetime souvenir from his golden days on that island. He then got quiet and much more serious. He indicated that he was ok with being POZ and recognized it was a "by-product" of his sexual desires. But just as he was fully accepting his status, he got hit with another bombshell. He had been infected with the CRF19 strain that was something of an issue. Hard to treat, short time (3-5 years) from infection to full blown AIDS, Henri was carrying one of the most lethal bugs. He nearly whispered as he stated that while he was on medication, it was largely ineffective. Not only was he "detectable" but his CD4 number was now in the low 30's---he had progressed to AIDS. SON-OF-A-FUCKING-MOTHER FUCKING-BITCH. I know had that deadly cum in my ass. My rational brain keep trying to tell me that getting a second infection is rare. But, my active brain was starting to go ape-shit. But, the more we talked, the more I started processing it. I was almost shocked when I heard what must have been my voice asking for more. I sucked him back to life, Jony pulled out my plug and Henri went back to work. A half hour or so later, my ass plug was holding in my second exposure to CRF19. By the time they left this morning, I had one more. Jony deposited his brand of toxicity again as well. I do not believe I would have consented, had I known up front. But after the fact, that was one erotic fuck session. When I was begging for that second load, once I knew what it contained, I begged and pleaded like I never have before. Something in my very soul was driving me to accept that fucked up cum and bug into my ass. What the hell would you have done?

Any place for good anonymous bb sex?

That's what I dream every night

I always go ass to mouth when a top fucks me, that is if he lets me. Have one top that loves have me clean his cock off a few times during a fuck, he goes in dry and likes to keep his cock as dry as possible for a rough fuck. He also says that the only thing that can touch his ass hole is a bottoms tongue.

I thought the first time I saw the pic that for sure he had taken some toxic cock but I think his explanation seems plausible

There's no reason to talk to trash, just dump a load in the hole and move onto the next

My husband fucks great- he hung - must be me- i see a daddy and think what he fucks like

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.

Love drinking it in my beer sometimes n being pissed on

i don't know why i love this story so much. i think it's my mpreg fantasy. Just imagine both of these guys continuing to breed her as her belly gets bigger and neither of them knowing whose swimmers knocked her up.

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

First off, you're adorable, and deserve back rubs and chin scratches (no, I'm not indicating you're a dog, but love to rub your belly (in more ways than one)). So, remember that you are valued and are beautiful And they dumb as shit for not liking your stature. Yes, we glorify/objectify the notion of "femininity = submission," however, being a bottom/ sub-bottom/ sub/ does not require this weird means. You are valid in wanting to bottom and just let go. And you deserve the respect and care from tops that acknowledge your individuality. I'm sorry if I come off as preachy, however, masculine/burly/older bottoms deserve love and care as for every bottom does. And it truly pains me hearing such beautiful men like yourself aren't recognized for not only your individuality, but your humanity and beauty as well.

I love being used alongside another bottom by a top or group of tops. Definitely there is a bonding as we both take the agony and ecstasy together, poppering each other, and sharing in the hog heaven bliss of being fucked and bred together. Oink!

I love you

I totally understand where you are coming from. I am a passive submissive bottom myself. I understand it is just the way I am wired. In my case I believe it is linked to my early sexual experiences. It really doesn’t matter because it is just how I am sexually and the way I enjoy sex.

The Doctor just gave me the all clear so I can be a cumdump at MAL.

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

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

I fucking love tasting myself on a top's cock. And I really need to suck the cum off a cock that has blown in my hole. Once I have a couple of loads in, and I get to taste all the tops while sucking cock, I'm in piggy cumdump heaven.

Ch4. I have no Idea why I’ve never been in one of these before. That was the thought that kept bouncing around my brain as I went from shaky legged uncertainty to weightless wonderment. The material of the sling moulds to the contours of my back as I feel myself relax onto it. Maybe I was exhausted, or just past caring. I don’t even protest when they strap my legs. I knew I was at their mercy and that was actually thrilling, a feeling of total submission. I was very definitely their toy to enjoy and although I had already proven that in the previous few hours; now I think was a test of limits. Being preoccupied I guess I was unaware of them during the previous fucks I had taken over the bench. They had apparently been watching me the whole time and waiting to bring me into their circle where willing holes were always welcome. The first to line up and slide in doesn’t say anything to me. He just leers down as he swings me along the length of his cock. I stare up at him, my focus split between his hungry gaze and the very prominent biohazard tattoo around his right nipple. I had so much spunk dripping from me by now that I guess it no longer matters who breeds me now. Even if only a few of those loads were poz there was a good chance, after the number of rough poundings I had received, that it was already well on its way to changing me. He speeds up the thrusts and I grunt in response. Despite everything I still need to feel my hole pounded. The pure pleasure is everything that I care about now. The sensations pulsing from my fuckhole cloud my every other judgement. Getting fucked more and more is my every need. He certainly delivers on that. His cock is average; his stamina is amazing. He fucks me for a solid twenty minutes before there’s any change in pace from him. All that time I am just making the animal noises that are forced from me with every thrust of his rigid cock. All that time I beg for him to fuck me harder. Plead with him to breed me again, to shoot more cum into me. I feel him tense as I cry out for his sperm. His fingers dig into my thighs, he shoves into me hard and he holds himself steady. Balls deep inside me his cock pulses another charged load to add to the mix. I sigh in contentment. This is so much more than I came in for but it’s exactly what I had been looking for, I know this now. My silent fucker smiles down at me as he unsheathes his cock from me, pats my arse affectionately and nods once at a job well done. I just collapse back and stare once again at the ceiling waiting for whatever is to come. I don’t have to wait long as I am unstrapped and helped down from the sling by two guys. The bigger of the two is a real daddy type. Broad and strong he holds me up easily and I cling onto him inhaling his musk with a need I have never recognised in myself before. He sits back on a bench and lifts me across his lap which makes me think momentarily that he could be a very bad Santa. I almost ask if he has a gift for me as he lowers me onto his thick cock. It’s a silly question. I already know he does. I lean forward and kiss him tasting tobacco on his tongue. He grabs my arsecheeks with strong hands and begins to lift me up and down as though I were nothing. As wonderful as this fuck is I don’t have time to settle into the rhythm as suddenly the second guy who helped me out of the sling is there behind me. His hard cock rubbing over my already full boycunt. I weakly try to protest but it is clear this was the plan all along and I am held firm as the rubbing becomes a steady pressure and then a POP. The noise I make as my anus is pulled apart by this second cock entering me is somewhere between a sob, a keening and the most lustful moan I have ever produced. My whole body tenses as I am stretched beyond my limits. I wonder just what I must look like straining to cope as I am double fucked between two men who look just like father and son. They alternate thrusts into me sliding their full cocks across each other in their quest to fill me and take their pleasures from my body. The stretching, the movement, the total loss of control. It’s all too much for me and as these two men use me as their shared cocksleeve my own cock erupts. The spasming of my body sets off the younger man behind me and he jams into me with a staccato pumping that coats my inner walls and daddy’s cock with more sperm. He slides out and the daddy under me smiles up and reaches between us. Rubbing the load I have just shot over him he collects it on his fingers then pushes them into my mouth. “Good pussyboy! Nothing like cumming while your cunt is being wrecked to show everyone what you are.” It sounds like a taunt but his expression is genuinely friendly. He means it as a compliment. I am a good hole for him and his friends. As I lap up my own spunk from his fingers he continues to fuck me for several more minutes. I can tell he is getting close by the look on his face. At some point I have taken over without realising the transition. I am riding him hard with almost no effort from him. Pumping my hips to get his cock as far into me as I can as he relishes the soft embrace of my slick channel. He pulls me down and presses his lips to my ear with a growl. “Getting close boy. If you keep riding me you’ll get seeded good.” “I know.” “Those other boys, poz every one.” “I know, I want it.” “Want what?” “Your cum.” “Say it louder.” “I want your cum!” “Louder slut.” “I want your poz cum in me. Fuck it into me!” “Fucking shout it bitch!” “POZ ME! BREED ME! FUCKING USE ME UP!” He grabs me hard and pulls me into a crushing embrace as his cock delivers the toxic sperm these men have made me crave. Kissing me deeply we both shake at the intensity. Both collapsing onto the bench sheened in sweat and cum. The moment broken as a cheer erupts around the room and I am pulled away from this private universe into the now. There are still quite a few men watching my conversion. I am hit by a wave of nervousness. How much more can I take?

Ch.2 I’m not waiting long before I feel hands on my head making me face forward. I am lifted until on my hands and knees and facing a fairly thick set of legs with a thick cock jutting from between them. The head is leaking precum which has soaked all around his thick foreskin. I lick my lips unconsciously and lean forward. I run my tongue all around that cock head revelling in the flavour of his juices. I flick my tongue around the tip and his piss-slit before worming under that foreskin to tease around his glans. He begins to buck as I work the sensitive cockhead causing him to push into my mouth. I don’t hesitate and begin to suck him hungrily. He grabs my head on either side and starts a fucking motion. I start to moan around his dick to cause vibration through his shaft and he grunts at my efforts to please him. “Fucking good cocksucker, watched you take that load just now. Knew you’d want some more spunk in you.” As he says this I feel another pair of hands on my arse spreading me. I try to brace myself for the fucking to come but instead I feel warmth and then the sensation of my hole being licked. My eyes roll in pleasure as I am rimmed. The cock in my mouth keeps up its relentless pace and I am really moaning now as I feel fingers shoved into me. “Just wanted to make sure you were good and open. We’re both pretty thick.” The voice from behind me was a little muffled but I processed the intent and was thankful for the consideration. Even though I had just been fucked if the guy behind me was anything like the guy currently using my mouth it was going to stretch me. Moments later I feel the shifting as the guy behind me, satisfied that I was open enough, moves himself into position. The thick, blunt head that presses to my ring and forces through in a swift fashion would have had me shouting if I wasn’t already gagged with cock. It doesn’t really hurt, other than in that good way that comes from being stretched, but I feel unready as they both begin to match thrusts inside me. Filled at either end, my hips and head being held I have no choice but to go with it and ride it out. Not that I’m complaining. On the contrary I’m moaning like a total slut being stretched, fucked and used by two very thick cocked guys either one of which could probably lift me one handed. It is wonderful and I am completely gone. I’m not driving anymore. Need is. Lust is. These two amazing fuckers are. I know my arse is going to be gaped after this, the pounding that has built up behind me is punishing my behind in the best ways I can imagine. The long thrusts in and out of me in constant rhythm have my own cock bouncing under me and dripping precum like crazy. The slide and stretch that pulls at my anal muscles then keeps rocking my prostate has me bucking my hips like the keenest bitch. All the while I am drooling and moaning around the buddy who is using my mouth like his favourite wank toy. “Fuck this cunt is good.” “I know. Bitch can suck too.” “You close? Or you wanna swap?” “Happy to change it up, I want to try everything this fucker has before we breed him.” I can hear the words and in some way I understand whats happening as they both suddenly withdraw and leave me panting on the bench. A moaning sticky mess. They are quick to swap ends though and I am very quickly pulled back how they want me. With no time to relax or even say anything they both drive into me. I taste myself on the cock now filling my mouth holding my jaw wide. My tongue flicks around the shaft as the guy, who just seconds ago was stretching out my arsehole, begins to push into my throat. Trying to accommodate him my focus is lost as I am pushed forward by the guy behind me as he rams himself home. I am again a fuck tube for them both. I swear their cocks are almost identical. I feel stretched in practically the same way at either end as they pick up their pace. The hammering at my backdoor has me once again groaning in total pleasure around the cock making me gag and I feel my whole body shudder as they use me for their enjoyment. “Both of us are going to cum up your cunt.” “Yeah, we figured you were here for loads when we saw you bouncing on that cock earlier.” “Going to soak you with spunk you dirty slut.” “You know it’s what you want.” I know they were talking to me, I know it was all true. I do want it. It’s the only thing that matters. I need their cum mixing inside me. Even as they are talking I am nodding in agreement, unable to form any words around the impressive cock stretching my lips. “I reckon there’s a good few here tonight who’ll want to add to that cumdump hole.” “Fuck yes, you come in here and start taking loads you’ll definitely get noticed.” “No way you leave without being properly bred you dirty cunt.” I was moaning incoherently as they pound me harder. Their dirty talking turning me on but becoming darker as they fucked me more and more. Maybe it’s just cum talk. Saying the nastiest things to push each other over the edge. As their pleasure builds so they lose the normal internal censor. “Fuck yes! Building up a nice dirty load for your hole you fucking slut.” The guy fucking my arse wasn’t quiet he was pretty much yells this as he drive his thick shaft into my sloppy hole. It feels so good I can’t even try to pull away. But it’s pretty obvious they intend to make me take more than cum from them. “Fuck him harder.” The guy in my mouth is holding my head firmly as his mate slams into me over and over. “Tear that hole up good for your spunk!” “Oh yes going to knock you up bitch.” I was still rocking my hips. The pleasure is undeniable and with no way out I have to take his cock. And his cum. He groans as he shoves into me. I feel his cock pulsing as he squeezes my hips. “Fuck, oh fuck. Cumming you cunt. Breeding you!” I can’t help it. I moan around the cock in my mouth again. It does feel good and I love the sensation. I guess I just never expected to be used so thoroughly and in such plain sight. The cock is pulled from my arse and I start to slump on the bench. But I am held in place as the guy at my head moves behind me and jams his cock back into my fuckhole. “Oh fuck!” It’s all I can manage as I am again subjected to a pounding fuck. The guy who had just unloaded inside me has walked up to my head and knelt in front of me. Holding my head he looks into my eyes and grins. I am mumbling as I am taking his buddy’s cock hard and fast but he just talks to me. “Yeah we’re both poz. Both unmedicated and we’ve both fucked you hard. Plus from what I’ve seen behind you there’s quite a crowd who wanted to see what all the noise was and from all of the stroking going on quite a few want to add to the spunk filling inside you.” “I don’t..” “Shhh. Yes you do. You know you came in here tonight looking to get fucked and now you will be. By the time you leave here you will definitely be knocked up so you might as well enjoy it. It certainly looks like you have been so far.” As he finishes talking he reaches under me and squeezes my leaking dick. As he did this his mate fucked hard into me a few more times then roared as his climax took him over. My hole swallows his cock and his cum while I push my face into the bench yelling in my own pleasure. I hear a smattering of applause from around the room and I raise my head to see at least a dozen guys watching these two congratulating themselves on their very thorough breeding of me. As the two disappear out of the room several of the onlookers step forward and surround the bench. I realise I haven’t even moved. I’m still on my hands and knees presenting my well fucked arse to the crowd. I might as well have sent out invitations.

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

I was 10 yrs when my step dad whored my ass to a few truckers. I had been sucking my step brother since I was 10yrs when my step dad found out about it. He was the first to break into my ass. During Christmas holidays he had 2 truckers friends that I was not aware of who were partying with my step dad and then fucked the shit out of me couple times in the night. I still remember the pain and funny walking for a few days.

I cannot find any good information on this. I suspect it is because there are few cases where doctors have good information about the actual time of infection, so most studies are done based on the time of seroconversion. My best guess is that it would depend on the genome of the infecting virus and on the immune system of the person being infected, and that it is likely around the time of initial symptoms (2-6 weeks after infection) but could be before or after that. But that is definitely an educated guess. If you care, get a viral load test - there are reasonably good data about the relationship between viral load and infectiousness.

I have written From My Side of the Sling for nine years now. It used to be archived here on Breeding Zone. I have decided to post new entries here as well as on my own blog. There is no fiction in my blog...just some names changed and sometimes tattoos disguised...

Not yet.

I dunno, bud. Things can get just as intimate at the baths as anywhere. I met one guy at the local bathhouse nine years ago, and we connected right away. Married him a year later and he and I stiill go to that bathhouse. The idea of finding our 3rd there, though not something we actively look for, is always in the back of our minds.

Headed to Fukdto in Toronto to ring in the new year! The best bb parties I've been to in a long time.

Less than a week after my first exposure to CRF19, I once again heard my own voice begging Henri for more of his highly toxic and likely deadly jizz. For the prior 4 days, it was all I could think of. My mind switching rapidly from fear of what happened to a desire for more. Still stranded due to the damage on St. Martin, Henri was more than willing to oblige. Absent the potent bug he packed into his semen, he was still a fabulous fuck. Caramel color skin, great skill and a very nice BBC, I would have let him fuck me as much as he wanted. But, my newly unleashed desire to experience the thrill of having more of that super-virus injected into my ass turned me into an aggressor. I wanted that cock and I wanted it badly. I ached to feel him go rigid and buck while sending his life ending cream deep into my guts. When I started chasing about a year ago, I though getting knocked up would be the thrill of a life time. When I tested POZ last January, I was thrilled to be part of the universe of POZ faggots, living and dead, who have accepted HIV as part of their gay experience. But now, those were long gone, unfulfilling thoughts. All I could think of was Henri and his potent, diseased dick. When I called Henri at his hotel, he seemed pleased to hear from me. I got right to the point and asked him if he would give me some more of his special sauce. He laughed as he said, if I wanted it to come and get it. So last night, after work, I headed to Asheville to meet him at his hotel. But, before going, I ran by my place to clean up, change clothes and get ready for some great cock. But I did one other thing. I had kept the bottle brush that was used to prepare my ass for my initial pozzing. I had felt that brush for the first time last New Year's eve, the night I likely got knocked up. With only the though of obtaining a second infection, I worked my ass to a state where I would be receptive to that Caribbean bug. Even scraping my guts in preparation for getting fucked seemed pre-destined. On one had I know that it is unlikely that I can get a dual infection. On the other hand, I seem compelled to do all I can to expose myself to CRF19. While some aspects make it difficult to get my head "around" the thought of having that aggressive strain in my body, I also am clearly aware that success will mean the clock is ticking faster towards my AIDS-related death. Henri was nude and had already made some T clouds when I arrived at his hotel. He offered me the pipe and torch. I quickly stripped and took a few hits of that amazing smoke. Once you feel Lady T creep into your body, relaxing you , exciting you, preparing you for a great fuck, you know that first tasted has started the ball rolling. Once I felt that jolt of T, once I coughed that little meth-induced cough, I hit my knees and took that deadly diseased dick into my mouth and started taking him deep into my throat. His first few drops of precious pre-cum were savored. I licked his slit, carefully ensuring the each drop of that fluid was collected on my tongue. But, as the T high continued to develop, my asshole reminded me of my real desire. Twitching and throbbing from the lust for this beautiful man, from the desire for his tainting jizz, from the T induced erotic desires, my oft-fucked hole needed stuffed. Very soon, I stopped sucking him and got on my knees. Henri lost no time in mounting my faggot ass. Soon we were rocking in that ass-fucking rhythm that horny homos have perfected. Henri's cock felt just as good as it did the past Saturday. He has good top man skills. No doubt, he has been a practicing cocks-man for a long time. But, as I gasped my desire for his cum, he accelerated to an entirely new level of passion. Equally, the more I demanded his cum, the more animalistic my own movements became. And, very shortly, my bloodied hole was drenched with a large dose of cum that few other men might welcome. As we cuddled, waiting on that dark meat to recharge, we talked softly about what it was like for him to learn he was POZ, that he had been infected with CRF19. And, in almost a whisper, he described the feeling of knowing that he was technically an AIDS-Bone. Fuck....that was news. He had already progressed to the stage of very low CD4 numbers and had been diagnosed as having progressed to AIDS. That was a fucking reality check. I had just had my very very raw ass fucked by an unmedicated AIDS-bone and flooded once again with CRF-19 laden creamy goodness. Hearing he as full on AIDS had an immediate affect on me. Soon, I was working hard to get that cock hard and inserted in my ass. This time, I was on my back, legs up. I wanted to see his brown face, his dreads, his expression as he repeated the action of trying to infect my queer ass. It may not seem possible, but that second round was more intense and erotic than the first. He was really verbal and keep asking if I wanted his dick of death to explode in my ass. After he asked a half dozen times, I panted out that yes I wanted it. And it was then that I told him about using the brush earlier. He acted surprised, but soon stated that showed I deserved his strain. A few more minutes of enthusiastic bucking and fucking resulted in a second flood of CRF19 cum was being smeared up and down my compromised guts. Five times now I have enjoyed that sensation. Five times, I have willingly taken that beautiful dark meat. And three of those times, I have willingly accepted his fucked up DNA. I have no idea if I will become infected with this life-ending affliction. I am not sure I would choose that, but I am powerless it seems to refuse it.

Took an anon raw load at an outdoors cruising spot today. A nice 8 incher pumping a big load in me while another guy watched.

Need to get pinned down and given what my faggot ass deserves.

The top always dictates where my pussy should be for his (and my) pleasure!

I was out of town one night but chatting on a4a with guys while I was working in my hotel. I ended up chatting with an Palestinian guy who was super hot. He was getting in the next day and wanted to hang out. We chatted about sex and hanging out, etc. He was gorgeous, hunky build with an 8" cock and was a top. I thought he must be a fake, but kept talking to him that night as I worked. I gave him my cell and about 1am signed off. He texted me that night and said he looked forward to meeting me. I was actually surprised when I got a text from him the next day saying he was in town. He was staying in a hotel near me and we arranged to meet up for drinks and dinner. I totally thought this guy was going to flake out on me because he was too good to be true. I got to the restaurant and there he was in a button down and really nice pants that showed off his great ass. We got a table and started off with drinks. During drinks we totally hit it off and I we were so interested in chatting that we ended up ordering a second drink before we even ordered. We ordered wine with dinner and I was getting pretty buzzed. I was so comfortable with him that everything seemed to click into place. We had a great meal and went to his hotel for another drink. Sitting in the bar, I told him how gorgeous he was and he said he really wanted to go upstairs and make out with me. I was nervous but he was so hot that I decided to go for it. We took our drinks upstairs. He grabbed my ass in the elevator and said I'm glad you're a bottom. I said, "I thought we were just going to make out." We both laughed. We got in the room and sat on his bed and he turned on the television. We chatted and finished our drinks and started to kiss. He was a great kisser. He was slow and tentative at first but realizing how willing and easy I was, he was more insistent and his tongue was in my mouth and I was sucking it pretty fast. Next thing I know he had my hands over my head and was on top of me and kissing me while rubbing his hard cock on my cock. It felt so good. I wanted to suck his cock so much as he was rubbing it on me. After making out for a while he got off me and we rested for a minute. He then unzipped his pants and told me to suck his cock. I leaned over and undid the belt and pulled his pants and briefs down and started sucking his great cock. Man this was a hot man and he had such an amazing cock. I was loving it. I licked the head and sucked the tip gradually lowering myself down until I was taking most of his cock in my mouth. I came off him and lick the sides and got my mouth back on his cock. I was trying so hard to get more of him in my mouth. He put his hands on my head and started pushing my head down. Soon his cock was all the way in and I was gagging some. He let me up and said, "Get naked." I stripped off my clothes and he watched as he took off the rest of his clothes. He was gorgeous. I jumped back on his cock and started sucking him again. He then got up and told me to lay my head back off the bed. He slipped his cock back into my mouth and started fucking my mouth. I was moaning as I was loving the feeling. He said, "Ready to get fucked bitch." I said yes. We got in position with him between my legs and me lying my back. He grabbed my legs and lifted them up. He rubbed his wet cock on my ass crack. Then he pressed his cock on my hole. I asked if he had a condom and he said no. He asked if I had one and I said no. I said, "Just fuck me. I want to feel you inside me." He pushed the head of his cock on my ass until my outer ring popped open. I grunt and he leaned in to kiss me. As he did his cock slid in my ass more. I grunted again but sucked his tongue and kissed him as the rest of his cock pushed in my willing ass. I was so turned on. I wanted him to fuck me more than anything else in the world. He started fucking me and it hurt at first but I started to open up for him more as he kept fucking me. I heard moans and noises and realized that it was me making all that noise. His cock felt so good. He said, "Fuck yeah man. You have a hot ass." I told him he had a great cock. He slid all the way out of my hole and slammed all the way back in. He said, "That cock?" He slid out and slammed back in and said it again, "you mean that cock is a great cock?" I said yes. He slid all the way out and slammed back in and said, "you like my raw cock in you don't you slut?" I said yes. He started really fucking me hard then. He was piston fucking me. Then he slowed down and then sped up again. He said, "I'm close. Where do you want me to cum." I said, "Wherever you want." He said, "I'm going to breed your ass bitch." He slammed his cock in me a few more times and then exploded in my ass. It felt like a flood inside me. I was so turned on that I came right then. We collapsed on each other in a heap. We were sweaty and panting and in post-sex glow. He pulled out of me and laid on his back. I turned and curled up on him. I told him what a great fuck he was. We stayed that way for a few minutes with the television on in the background. I felt his cum start leaking out of my ass and I got up to go to the bathroom. As I got up, he pulled me back to the bed and ran his finger on my hole picking up some of his cum. He smiled at me and said, "So much for safe sex only in your a4a profile huh slut?" We laughed. I got back on the bed and he fingered my cum lubed ass. He was getting hard and he turned me over and slid his bare cock back in my ass. This time the sex was all me on my stomach and him fucking me really forcefully until he came in my ass again. His cock felt so good. I do love being slutty.

being the bottom slut i am...after im bred ..i want him hard again so he can fuck me more, so ATM is a must!

Got AIDS here cause I only Fuck with Dudes who have the Bug. I don’t do NEG guys. My favorite things are: (1) when a Diseased Faggot sticks his adulterated FuckTool up my Bug-infested Pussy and rants and raves about all the putrescent Scum he's gonna pump in me; and (2) when I beg an AIDS Sick Puppy to charge me—not knowing how many Dead Queers he’s fucked or who’ve fucked him. I was cruising a bathroom in downtown Washington when a skinny, nasty Derelict asked me for some cash. When I said NO, he went into a stall and sat down on the toilet. I cruised the john for 15 minutes and nothin’ happened. Finally, I knocked on the stall door where the Dude was planted. I said I’d give him a fiver if he’d fuck me. He opened the stall door to admit me. He dropped his pants and started stroking. I unbuckled and stroked my freshly powdered Shaft and Balls, got down upon my knees, and lubed with bated breath the foulest, most repugnant, blighted Shaft I’d ever laid eyes on. I got It soaked with Spittle, stood up, and backed onto the grungy FuckPole. “Cum in me, man!” “Not a good idea.” “Why not?” “Got AIDS, that’s why.” My engorged Shaft bobbed rigidly, as if enthusiastically averring, “YES!” Yes, that was what I wanted! “I’ll pay you double if you’ll dump your Toxic PayLoad up my Ass.” He rammed his vile Deathstick further up my Hole and in short order dumped his Venomous Discharge in my Mancunt. I made sure I got every drop of that abominable Seed in me. He pulled out and asked if I was satisfied. I bent down, licked my Ass-Juice off his putrid Pole, and handed him a twenty.

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

PART 5 We walked into the sling room, and Grant closed the door. His uncut cock looked to be about 9.5” by 7”, dripping like a broken faucet and sporting a mean hole-wrecker of a P.A. “I’m Sloan,” I said, shaking Grant’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Sloan. And who’s the boy?” “He’s my lil’ bro, a slampig-in-training. One week past his 18th birthday, practically a virgin, and all partied up for the first time. He’s your fuckhole for the night, so call him whatever you want. His name’s not important.” Grant growled approval, then turned to Conrad. “Hey, son. Sounds like your big bro's been taking good care of you, huh?” “Yes, sir,” Conrad replied. “Yeah, boy? Tell me what your bro’s been doing for you.” “Well, sir—he’s making a man out of me,” said Conrad. “Before this, I’d only fucked around with other boys. Tonight is the first time I’ve surrendered my body, my hole—everything—to the control of a man who wants to mark me, own me, use me. And best of all, I can still feel his thick cumload dripping out of my hole.” “Is that so, boy?” Grant reached around to Conrad’s ass, pulling the boy closer to him. I heard his fingers dip into the warmth and wetness of that slopped-up boyhole. He gave another growl of appreciation. “Admit it, boy: you were looking for somebody to pin you down and fill your hungry little musclebutt with raw dick.” “That’s right, sir,” said Conrad. “My big bro knew what to do. He fed me white smoke from a little glass pipe. He just kept feeding me that smoke, and every time I exhaled a big breath full of clouds, I got hungrier. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that hungry, but that’s what I was—so fucking hungry for my big bro’s dick. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt when his bareback cock shoved into my fuckhole.” “Good boy,” said Grant, his hands slowly kneading the muscles of Conrad’s bubble butt. “And now that you’ve got a thick load of your big bro’s poz cum oozing of out your partied-up hole, are you still hungry?” “Even hungrier. Please give me more. Please poz me, Daddy.” Grant growled, pointing at the sling. “Climb up, boy.” As Conrad walked to the sling, Grant turned to me. “Nice work, son.” “Thanks, Dad.” I opened up my playkit, revealing a row of prepared points. “Would you like to do the honors? I think it’s time we got our boy slammed out of his fuckin’ mind.” “Fuck yeah -- but I've got an idea,” said Grant. “Whenever I slam, I shoot a big load of cum as soon as the tourniquet comes off my arm. Why let that load go to waste? I’ll push my dick up inside our boy’s hole, then slam myself at the same time you’re slamming him. That way, he’ll be riding his very first rush at the exact same moment my cock is shooting thick ropes of unmedicated poz cum deep inside his little fuckhole. Got it?” “Fuck, Dad—that’s fuckin’ perfect. And then what?” “And then I use my seed as lube. You know—fuck my slutty son for awhile, just working that toxic load up inside him, getting him good and pregnant. Watching his sweet little face as he takes my fat poz dick into his slammed-up hole. I usually shoot my second load after 10 or 15 minutes of massaging that first round of cum into a boy’s fuckin’ pussy. I like to leave their insides torn-up and painted thick with my fuckin’ virus by the time I pull out.” “Fuckin’ A, you evil fucker. Let's fuck this boy into the dark side.” With that, we turned toward Conrad. His feet were firmly in the stirrups, his muscular legs spread wide, his 18-year-old boyhole proudly exposed for breeding. Jason was already applying a tourniquet. I took a syringe out of my playkit and handed it to Grant, then grabbed another for Conrad. Jason cocked his head and pointed at the playkit. “How big are those hits, anyway?” “Oh—big enough,” I said with a smirk. Jason flashed an evil grin. “Fuck yeah, dude. You startin’ him with—what? A .35?” “More like a 0.4,” I said. “But before that happens, this particular needle needs to make a little detour.” I immediately found a vein in my forearm, inserted the tip, and pulled back the plunger. A scarlet swirl of my blood began filling the rig. Removing the needle from my arm, I aimed it at Conrad’s bulging veins. “You see this, boy?” I said to him, tapping the side of the needle, its contents now contaminated with red streaks of my toxic blood. “This is how we guarantee that you go home tomorrow with my virus growing inside you. Got it?” Conrad smiled and nodded, holding out his arm eagerly. “Fuck yeah—we’ll be blood brothers,” he said. “Make me your blood brother. Please.” “Of course, bro. I’m so fuckin’ proud to bring you into the brotherhood.” Needle in hand, I leaned over to admire his beautiful veins. I picked one almost at random; his time at the gym had given him a forearm full of perfect admin sites. “See bro—the tip of this needle has my poz DNA all over it,” I said. "Want it?" "Fuck yeah. Please. Stick that poz needle in me." I gave him a quick smile, then gently slid the contaminated point into his arm. “Are you ready to watch my virus invade your fuckin’ bloodstream?” He nodded as if in a trance. I drew back the plunger, and Conrad’s blood rushed into the syringe to mix with mine. I looked behind me to see that Grant, too, had a register, and that his Daddy dick was already firmly lodged in my lil' bro's hole. Turning back to Conrad, I loosened his tourniquet and flashed a wolfish little grin. “You ready, baby boy? You ready for this fat fuckin’ blood-slam?” “Yes. Do it, bro. Please.” “You’re gonna be so goddamn fucked up. I can’t wait, lil’ bro.” With that, Daddy and I looked at each other and nodded. Then we counted down: 3, 2, 1... Push. The contents of the syringe began disappearing into Conrad’s vein, slowly and steadily, while the crimson mixture of our poz and neg blood gradually merged with his bloodstream. I felt his body begin to tense as the first wave of the drug started to hit. And as I pulled the needle out of his vein, his eyes grew wide and his lungs made a scratching noise as he prepared to cough. Grant finished his slam just as Conrad’s coughing fit began. Each cough caused my lil' bro's ass to spasm around Grant's dick, and that took our Daddy over the edge: as he yelled "Fuckin' take my virus" over and over again, his fat cock pulsed repeatedly inside my lil’ bro’s stretched-out cunt, each pulse sending waves of poz cum deep inside my boy's newly slammed-up fuckhole. A moment later, Grant pulled his cock from Conrad’s hungry butt, giving both of us a glimpse of the thick spout of cum erupting from his fat mushroom head. “You wanna get pregnant, son? ‘Cuz I wanna knock your ass up.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. I wanna give your fuckin’ poz sperm a place to grow.” Grant shoved back in. As his raw dick re-entered Conrad's hole, I watched my lil' bro undergo my favorite transformation: No longer struggling to catch his breath, no longer freaked out by the intensity of the slam, his eyes gradually lost their focus, overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from his fuckhole. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a low, slow moan. As I watched, his body seemed to become an extension of his wrecked and dripping fuckhole—open and hungry and obsessed. “Feel that cum dripping out of your hole?” Grant said to him as he continued to nail Conrad's butt. “I’m filling you up with the fuckin’ sperm that made you, boy.” By that point, Conrad’s hole was leaking a steady stream of cum mixed with streaks of blood from Grant’s assault on his torn-up cunt. “Dad’s drawing blood,” I said, pointing to the evidence of internal damage. Grant let out a cocky little laugh. “Looks like you’re starting to bleed from your wrecked little cunt, boy. Want me to stop?” My lil’ bro shook his head fiercely, his eyes insane with desire. “Please don’t stop tearing me up, Daddy,” he said. “More poz cum, please.” “Good boy,” replied Grant. “Good fuckin’ slampig. You make your Daddy so fuckin’ proud. And you know what’s gonna happen a little later?” “What’s that, Daddy?” “We’re gonna slam you up again, and your hole’s gonna stretch like you wouldn’t believe. That’s right, boy—it’s gonna stretch until it’s a gaping, bloody punch-hole dripping cum and piss and Crisco. You want that?” “I want everything you want to give me, Daddy.” “Good boy. The next slam will reduce you to nothing but a hole. You won’t even know your fuckin’ name, boy. But that’s OK. When your sweet boyhole is stretched around my fuckin’ forearm, nobody will be calling you Conrad. They’ll give you a new name. My favorite name.” “What’s that, Daddy? What’s your favorite name?” “Slampig,” Grant replied, driving his dick deep. “And you know what, Slampig? I’m here to make sure that my son will never shoot a neg load again.” MORE 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'm a good looking guy in my 30's, clean cut, handsome, and masculine. I’m not bragging; it’s just a fact. I turn a lot of dudes on, and can pretty much Fuck whomever I want. All August had been hot here in NY, and my affinity for places where us Sleazeballs congregate had never been greater. I headed out Saturday night, thinking about Fucking, get Fucked, Blow Jobs, and Rimming. At a bar in the East Village, this guy was PISSING next to me. "You’re pretty cute." I was playing with him like I do with everyone in the bars. I was so certain I’d have sex sometime that night, that I didn’t give a fuck whether he approved of my Cum-On or not. "You’re pretty sexy yourself—and well hung," he commented, peering over the partition. He leaned over and cupped his hand to capture my Stream. “Tasty, too," he added, as it dripped down his shirt. That was so Sleazy, it got me going. “Hold that thought!" He finished pissing while I latched the door. I pissed down his throat. We talked a minute while guys banged at the door. He gave me a kiss and undid his belt and jeans (no underwear). He was beautiful—that lanky type whose dick looked like it was starving the rest of his body. I asked his name—Matt or Matthew. His age—26. I’d have guessed 28 to 31. The pounding of the bladder-full bitches got our attention, so we got out of the john. He wanted to me to meat his Buds; but I wanted him all to myself, so I told him I’d catch him later on. I spotted a solid New Jersey or Long Island dude with a baseball cap low over his eyes in the corner. That used to be me. So I introduced myself and we had a beer. Joey was Catholic, Gay, Guilty and Sleazy, but didn’t know it yet. He was 28, Italian, and had a great build, which he was NOT showing off. How modesty turns me on! Matthew came up to our table and joined us. After a few beers, we started doing Poppers and kissing. The bar was getting crowded. Matt’s friends came over, and I thought Joey was gonna split because he looked kinda out of place. But I really wanted to do him. So I followed him into the bathroom. He was drunk, unsteady, and groggy. I put his hand on my Cock; and he went for It and blew me. “Don't Cum in my mouth, OK?” I held the Poppers under his nose. He inhaled for what seemed like minutes. I turned his cap backwards. Again, guys were banging on the door. “FUCK OFF!” I yelled, and Joey sucked faster and faster. I grabbed him under the shoulders and made him half-stand while he blew me. I undid his jeans, bent over, and fingered his Hole. It smelled manly and funky from sitting and sweating all night and drove me insane. I let him blow me some more and pulled my Cock out of his mouth and started jacking while he nibbled my balls. I wanted to get POZ Scum on my fingers. I kept a hand on my Dick and fingered his Ass. “I DON’T GET FUCKED.” I massaged my POZ Precum into his Hole. He was clueless. He was doing Poppers like crazy. Like a good little girl, he kept trying to push my hand away from his Pussy. Like the perverted Faggot I am, I couldn’t get enough of his Mancunt. He was so into Sucking, he couldn’t keep it all straight; so he finally gave up. “I'm just gonna rub my Dick against your Ass.” In a totally unexpected change of heart, he backed onto my Dick. I held the Poppers under his nose and pressed in. I could tell he really didn’t get Fucked much, if at all; and my Shaft was about to hit that spot where I couldn’t go further without hurting him or scaring him off. “OK, its just my finger now,” and I stuck it in past that point. I was dripping PreCum like crazy, fantasizing about BREEDING his Ass, and all of a sudden my finger slipped in, to the hilt. I was about to pop, so I shoved my DEATHSTICK back up his Hole, all the while telling him how good my “finger” felt. I shot my POZ Load up his Pussy, but I didn’t want to freak him out. So I made a show of quickly pulling out and jacking what little Jism I could muster on the floor. He looked kinda relieved and commented that he’d never done that before. We cleaned up, and ended up getting kicked out by the Bouncer. We were out on the street, and it was close to 4 AM. The bars close at 4. I realized I’d lost Matthew. I asked the Bouncer if I could run back in to look for a friend. He said, “No!” I looked up and down the street and thought I saw Matthew entering a Sex Club just across 2nd Ave. I asked Joey if he’d ever been across the street. ‘Uh-uh.” “Cum on. I'll take you.” Inside we walked a big circle in search of Matt. I spotted a buddy named Brian, mid 40's, tats, solidly built, and as sweet guy as he was tough—and totally POZZED UP—the nastiest Cum giver/taker you’d ever want to meat. I remember him saying 3 years ago when he first Fucked me, “I wanna Cum in you. I want to charge you with my Bug. You’ll be my POZ boy forever.” We also talked a lot about converting young naïve NEG guys like Joey. Again Joey surprised me again—shamelessly hitting on Brian. Brian found us a large booth. We were barely inside when Joey dropped to his knees to blow Brian. I bit Joey’s Tits, and he sucked our POZ DICKS. I fed Joey my Poppers, and my Dick was drooling, as I watched Brian finger-fuck Joey's Ass. Brian whispered, ”I'm tearing up the little Cunt’s Ass so you can shoot your POZ Jism right into his bloodstream.” After that, I couldn’t hold back. I plowed into Joey and pounded his Mancunt. The Poppers had him so relaxed, his Ass involuntarily plunged back against me. He was as fucking high as a Faggot could get and remain on his feet. I shot my second POZ Wad up his unsuspecting Mancunt and murmured to Brian that I’d already barebacked Joey once at the bar. Brian skewered his own Venomous Dipstick into the Pussy, whipping and blending my froth with his own—into a two-man, two-poison Foam. Joey pulled off his shoes and his pants so he was totally nude. Brian and I did the same. I felt the slimy, sticky Scum from the last dudes to occupy the booth adhere to my feet. So there we were, Power-Fucking Joey, who hours before, had wanted to know if I was “safe”. I asked Joey if we could make it a foursome; and he said, "Sure—long as he tops.” I opened the door and there, right across from our booth, was Matthew, watching everyone scurry about, while we were busy converting young Joey. We locked eyes; he smiled, and entered our booth . He was surprised, but pleased, to discover Joey and Brian. The long and short of it was—everyone clicked. “We got kicked out of the bar. Guess we were fooling around too long in the bathroom.” “That was you guys? I had to piss so bad I came over here.” “I thought I saw you walk in.” He started to blow me then Joey then Brian. Anyway, we did the usual stuff 4 guys do in a booth. Brian and I fucked and shot in both Joey and Matthew—the POZ inculcating the NEG. We walked Joey out at 6 AM and put him in a cab with my phone number and email address. I haven’t heard from him yet. We kissed Brian goodbye; and Matt came home with me, and we slept until 7 that night. We ordered Chinese in and watched Sex and the City while I played with his Hole. “I know this is stupid after last night—but do you know your Status?” “Yeah.” I thought he was going to ask which was I was. Instead he cautioned, “I don't know whether I'm POZ or NEG. I’m sorry. I should have told you.” “Nothing personal. It’s none of your business, but I’m POZ.” He looked shocked and confused, his situation precarious, since his legs were already perched on my shoulders. I was ready to POZ FUCK him again. “You get a CHARGE out of this?” “No, but you might.” His smile twisted into a concupiscent leer. “Just do me a favor. When you’re ready to shoot, look me straight in the eye.” I did, and will do so again. After dinner, I will unload more of my POZ JISM up his beautiful Hole, and glare into his eyes at the Moment of Truth.